i had to make a separate set of this


*[UPDATE as of September 14, 2017.] 

Okay, so EA decided to make the toddler ball pit look better (thank God). Anyway, I’m updating my recolors. You can either download the ball pit and full jungle gym separately and replace them in your mods folder, or just delete everything and download the full set again. Download link has been updated! (Also i’m updating my park)

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I’m back! Right after Toddler Stuff was released, I was a bit disappointed that the playground equipment only had three color options, so I decided to make more! I’d already been wanting to recolor the base game jungle gyms but this gave me the perfect excuse to finally get around to it (and make matching sets.) So… I present to you: Colorful Playgrounds! (creative name, I know.) The download includes 9 different recolors for: 

  • bg space jungle gym
  • bg monkey bars
  • todder tunnels
  • toddler slide
  • toddler ball pit
  • toddler playground (all 3 combined)

Woo!  That’s 6 things! I also decided to build a park to go along with this set. Its on the Gallery under my username: SimsIsMyBacon. There is a CC and non-CC version. To get the one that includes CC from this set you will have to check show items with custom content with the filters on the left. 

Requirements: Sims 4 Base Game and Toddler Stuff

Download Colorful Playgrounds here

If you use it in game use the hashtag: #SimsIsMyBacon so I can see!

Thank you for downloading, Happy Simming!

wrapped around your finger. (m)

pairing: kim namjoon | reader
genre: graduate school au / fluff, smut
warnings: sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage. 
word count: 7,180
description: in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon.  
author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.


For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.

Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.

With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.

Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.

The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”

There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.

His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.

Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.

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Toucannon popsicles!

Chocolate gelatin, strawberry gelatin, pineapple gelatin, yogurt (plain and strawberry)

Tips if you want to try making these:

- For black gelatin, you can apparently also mix a green-colored one with a purple one. The chocolate had a different consistency than the fruit ones and was tricky to work with so this might be a good idea.

- The yogurt adds a nice texture and makes the fruit gelatin opaque, which makes the separation between each color layer clearer. You could definitely substitute something else: milk, coconut milk…

- Add the thin black base layer while the pops are in the mold before you put the mold’s stick through, idk why I didn’t do that. Only put the mold’s stick through once all the layers are set or else the next color you add will pour down the hole and mess up the colors. (You’ll want to add it before freezing the pops to help with pulling them out once they’re frozen)

- Have the black gelatin set in a thin layer and use a straw + a cutting utensil to cut out the circle and duct at the base of Toucannon’s beak. Don’t try to pour in liquid gelatin. Just don’t.

- I painted the Toucannon faces with liquid food coloring to make sure it was safe!


It’s taking me ages to get my newest planner set up as i’ve been so busy, but one thing i’ve changed/added is a second future log.

(My future logs are only ever 3 months long, as thats usually how long a notebook lasts me).

I was struggling to fit everything that I had going on across the one future log + my individual monthly spreads + so I decided to stop writing appointments/meetings/deadlines in my monthly spreads and instead add a separate future log for academic things!

I’ve not used it much yet but i’m really excited and glad + already so relieved! It’ll make things so much easier to read and remember.

Bill Skarsgard Imagine

Bill Skarsgard x reader 

Requested: “The reader finds out she’s pregnant & she’s really nervous to tell bill. So she doesn’t for a while until the stress of bill being gone all the time , her working in her own career, and just plain stress of life becomes too much for her causing her body to shut down. Bills at work when he gets a call your in the hospital and when he finds out he gets super pissed and worried bc you didn’t tell him. But he’s also over the moon in excitement”

Originally posted by bills-skarsgard

Originally posted by tardiskadarmavi

Your pov

You stood over the sink looking at the multiple pregnancy tests. They were all positive. You were nervous, you were beyond nervous. You’ve always wanted kids but you weren’t sure if Bill would want to have kids with you. I mean you guys aren’t even married yet. You just lived together. 

You were scared that Bill wouldn’t want to keep the baby. He has his career that’s just starting to take off. IT had just been released in theatres so everybody’s been buzzing about him. Casting directors are looking at him for there own projects.

Not even to mention your own career in the entertainment industry. You were an actress as well but not as known as he was becoming yet. You wanted to be known by your name not his. As of recently, you were got the role in a movie that was predicted to do well in theatres. You were casted as Wonder Woman in the DC franchise (because I love wonder woman alot and i’m excited for the justice league movie). You were already in shape and was due for filming in a few weeks. Your career, in short, was starting to take off as well.

You and him didn’t have time to raise a baby. You both had your different careers that you needed to worry about.

You slide down onto the bathroom floor, knees brought up to your chest. You were conflicted. You wanted to have this child but at the same time you didn’t. You thought to yourself, you were selfish.You wanted to keep doing what you loved, which was acting. 

You knew you could keep filming even though you were pregnant. They could also get rid of the bump with cgi. But one of the things you loved to do was your own stunts. Yes something that small of doing stunts. You had lived by the motto “you only live once” and because of that when it came to acting, you were always keeping up what was going on. All casting calls, seeing something that is interesting.

You knew you were being selfish, because after 9 months you could get back to doing your own things. You were addicted to your year, you enjoyed it so much that you didn’t want to stop until you died.

You were also thinking in your mind that you wanted to be financially good.  You and Bill lived in an apartment, there was no room for a baby.

There were a lot of things that you thought you were missing when you found out you were pregnant just a few moments ago. You always dreamed of being pregnant and having your own children but you wanted to have a house first, enough money to not go to work for awhile. You also wanted to be married to someone before you got pregnant and Bill and you weren’t.

You were always a profectionist and always needed things to be done the way you thought them to be other wise you would be stressed out. Sooner or later you would realize you were being childish and be happy again but not of the things that happened in the past were permanent like they were now.

A few hours later you were in the kitchen cooking dinner for you and Bill. You heard the door open and close. 

“Babe, I’m home.”

“In here,” you replied back.

Bill came into the kitchen. You looked up from what you were doing and stared at him. Bill came up and kissed you on the head and looked you in the eyes.

“You alright?” Bill asked you. You nodded and put on a fake smile. You weren’t going to tell Bill you were pregnant yet. He didn’t have to know yet. Or he didn’t need to know at all. You could get an abortion and then when things turned out the way you imagined them, you would try again.

You shook your head, you were being selfish again. You would wait a few weeks when you would accept that this is reality and things wouldn’t be turning out the way you wanted. You would wait until you were okay with what was happening.

You and Bill  left to go film your movies. Him filming Emperor and you filming Wonder Woman. You were still thinking about the whole pregnant thing. You didn’t tell anyone wanting to keep it to yourself until you thought things through. If you got an abortion you would feel guilty for the rest of your life and wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

You were preparing for your scenes in Wonder Woman, you guys were in England filming the story getting to the battle. While trying to attempt to put on your Wonder Woman red and blue armour, arose some complications. It didn’t fit.

“What do you mean it doesn’t fit?” The costume designer asked you.

“It’s too tight,” you replied motioning to your chest and stomach.

The costume designer looked at you confused. You were starting to panick. You didn’t want to intentionally kill the baby but you also didn’t want anybody to know because then word would get out and Bill would be mad for not telling him first.

You then somehow shimmied your way out of the armour. The same time, the director, Paddy came in. You looked at her worried. You knew she wouldn’t mind but you didn’t want anybody to know.

Patty was having a conversation with the costume director asking what they could do to fix it from being tight.

“I mean, it’s supposed to be tight,” Patty said carefully. You looked at her and nodded your head, signaling that you knew it was supposed to be tight.

“I mean, you fit this when you filmed Batman vs Superman,” Patty continued.

“I don’t know what happened, all I know is that when I put on I couldn’t breathe.” Maybe it was you being stressed from everything that was making it hard for you to breathe.

When you looked away the air around you started to grow hot and you felt it harder to breathe, you also wanted to cry. You started panicking and quickly passed out.

Bills pov

Bill was on set filming his new movie Emperor while you filmed Wonder Woman. He was extremely proud of you. He missed you a lot because when he got home from promoting IT and doing interviews, a week later you guys had to go your separate ways to film your own movies. That’s what was hard about being an actor, which was being away from the ones you loved for a long time.

He was in his trailer going over his lines when his phone started ringing. He looked at the caller ID to see that he didn’t recognize the number. He would’ve picked up but he didn’t recall auditioning for anything, so he ignored it. Continuing to read his lines, his phoen rang again. The same caller calling. He decided after a few seconds of looking at his phone that it could be important.

“Hello?” He asked into his phone.

“Um…..Is this Bill, y/n’s boyfriend Bill Skarsgard….” the voice on the other end was female and sounded worried. He put his script on the table and stood up, now being worried himself about you.

“Yes, is something wrong?”

“Um….I’m Patty….The director of Wonder Woman. You know your girlfriend is supposed to be filming now….”

“What do you mean supposed to? Is she okay?” He asked a little more frightened.

“Well….she sort of passed out. We don’t know why. She was being fitted for her costume and it didn’t fit, she sat down, and the next thing I know her head falls onto the table and she’s unconscious.”

Bill couldn’t speak. For all he knew was that he needed to get to you and he needed to get to you now.

“Where is she?” He asked and started gathering his stuff.

“We took her to (hospital name), I’m in the waiting room write now.”

“I’m on my way, keep me updated on her condition.”

“Will do,” Paddy said and he hung up. He told the director where he was going and what happened. He excused him to go and said that they could put off filming for a little while.

-At the hospital-

Bill had just arrived at the hospital. Patty had sent him directions of where to go and how to find them when he got there. Once at the hospital he found Paddy, and asked how you were doing.

“They said that she’s fine,” he looked confused, “that she passed out due to being stressed. But I’ve never seen her do this though.” Patty knew you and she knew you weren’t the type to pass out from stress for no one reason.

“I..um, have to go,” Patty told Bill. Bill nodded understandingly.

“I’ll tell keep you updated on how she is.”

“Thank you,” Patty said. She put her hand on Bills shoulder and smiled weakly and left. Bill was outside your room looking at you through the glass, you were sleeping.

You were never like this. Patty knew that too. The doctor came out and saw Bill.

“Are you family?” The doctor asked him.

“I’m her husband,” Bill said quickly, afraid that if he said boyfriend that he would kick him out because being your boyfriend isn’t technically family, by law.

The doctor nodded, “Well she just passed out from too much stress. She should be fine. She will be ready to leave in a few days.”

Bill nodded, glad that you were okay.

“Also, the baby is going to be alright too. Baby’s normal, even after that little stress attack,” the doctor told Bill finally.

Bill looked confused, “Baby?”

The doctor looked up from the papers from his clipboard, “Yes, healthy baby. It’s a good thing the baby wasn’t harmed when she…..” he motioned towards you.

Bill nodded weakly and poiltely said thank you. He watched as the doctor left and went into the hospital room you were in and sat beside you.

Your pov

You opened your eyes slowly and looked around the room. You had woken up before and fell back to asleep. You adjusted to the bright lights in the room. When you were fully awake you looked to your right to see Bill. He was sitting on a chair and looked like he had been crying.

“Bill?” you said weakly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He asked you seriously. You could tell there was anger in his voice. You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t know where to start, so you just layed there, wasn’t like you were going anywhere to begin with.

Bill got up from the chair angrily and you watched as the chair fell over.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were having a baby y/n!”

“I wanted to but I didn’t…." 

"You didn’t what?” You just shrugged you didn’t know if you wanted to tell him.  

“You didn’t what?”

“I didn’t know if I wanted to keep it!” You finally said to him with tears in your eyes. 

“What?” Bill said softly now. 

“With everything that’s been happening,” you now started crying, “I’m selfish. I haven’t gotten married. I don’t have a house. I have a movie I need to film, multiple because there’s multiple movies where I need to portray Wonder Woman in, which will take me away from home…..” you were now balling your eyes out, hands covering your eyes as you let the tears run down your face.

You kept crying until you felt a dip in the bed next to you. You felt long legs near your legs and you felt gigantic hands touch yours and pull your small ones away from your eyes. Bill was holding your hands in one hand and in the other he turned your face so you would look at him.

“Is that why you’re stressed?” You nodded weakly, “over all those small things?”

“Those things aren’t small to me!” You looked away and tried to pull your hands free from Bill but even with muscles he was still stronger than you.

“We could always get married after you give birth,” you looked at him with a weak smile. “In fact, we don’t we don’t have to invite our baby there. We cold act like you were never pregnant, go on our honeymoon, have sex, pretend your pregnant for 9 months by putting a basketball in you shirt and then, there’s our baby being handed to us by Alexander.”

You laughed and Bill smiled.

“We’re not doing that,” you said to him. He just smiled. 

“It was a good plan in my head,” he said to you. You just laughed at him. No matter what Bill could always make you smile.

You looked at Bill and you saw his smile growing wider and wider.

“What?” You asked him. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.” You just smiled. Maybe you should’ve told Bill from the beginning. He could’ve helped you through all this stress.

You guys just stared at each other and admired each other. Bill took a strand of your hair and put it behind your hear.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure things out.” Bill said and you believed him. Because when it came to him, doing anything with him is perfect already.

Pretty Close

Hello friends! 
This is a very spontaneous idea I had that pretty much created itself while I wrote it. I apologize if anything doesn’t make sense or if there are grammar mistakes. 
Hope you’re all well and doing great. x

Plot: H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.

Warnings: None, this is pretty much just a romantic story.

I can’t take credit for this picture but oh god just imagine you’d have him look at you like this.

Harry knew I was in love with him. 
He could tell in the way my eyes lit up with warmth and light the moment they found his face. He felt it in every touch my fingertips made with his skin as they never failed to be gentle and soft with him, almost as if I feared he would disappear should I dare pressing too hard. 
Harry thought the depths of my feelings were very clear to hear in my voice, since whenever I spoke to him there was nothing but pure adoration in my tone. 
Harry knew. And it made him feel happier than he had believed a man was capable of feeling. 

“I can’t tell you what it is, man,” he confessed to his friend John one night, “I just know, you know?”

John took a sip from his drink and watched with an amused expression how his friend’s cheeks flushed at the thought of his best friend fancying him.
It was strange, he found, how a man who was admired and loved so widely by different people, got all flustered and pink when thinking about just one girl who he so desperately hoped would love him.

“And you love her as well?” John wanted to know, a smirk pulling at his mouth since he was quite certain he already knew the answer to his question.

Harry looked up, teeth pulling and biting at his bottom lip while his hair was sticking into all kinds of directions. He looked almost like a child, deeply stuck in thoughts it didn’t understand.

He nodded shyly. “I think I do.”

The words were quiet and the moment they left his lips Harry’s orbs fell back to his hands and the pink shade on his cheeks deepened. 
He reminded John much of a school boy, cheeky and unsure in the world of lovers.

“Mate,” John chuckled, “You can’t claim to know for sure how someone else is feeling and be so uncertain about your own emotions.”

Harry shrugged and swallowed hard. “I just think… I mean it’s not that simple, is it? Especially with Y/N since she’s just the best person ever. If m’right and she does love me then that means so much more than if someone else did.” 

“You value her a lot.”

“Course I do.” 

John grinned. “Are we having this conversation ‘cause you want me to confirm that she’s got the hots for you or because you want me to confirm that you’ve got them for her?”

“I need you to tell me what to do,” Harry murmured. 

His hands, heavily decorated with rings and tattoos, shook with the anxiety of being so open and honest about a secret he’d held close to his heart for so long. 

John shrugged. “I think you should just ask her if your assumption is correct. Be upfront about it and don’t mess around. She’s the kind of person who appreciates honesty and you two are so tight together I doubt it’d be awkward even if you were wrong.”

“But you don’t think I could be wrong, right?” 

“No, Harry, don’t worry about that. I’m sure Y/N’s into you, too.”

And so all Harry needed to do was pull out his phone, take a deep breath and click the tiny phone symbol next to my name.
Of course I didn’t let him wait for too long and instead answered to his call almost immediately. 

Hello, Harry! How are you?

John’s eyebrows arched. When he called me I never sounded even half as excited as I did upon receiving Harry’s. He didn’t take any offense though and only felt happier for his friend. 

“M’good, love,” Harry hummed, “And you?”

I’m great. Better now that you’re calling me, actually. What’s up?

Harry cleared his throat. John nudged his leg with his foot and mouthed the words spit it out

“Listen, I- well I got something I want to talk to you about. Preferably not over the phone. S’nothing bad though, love, don’t you worry ‘bout it.”

Okay,” I paused, unsure of what I should think. His words did little to easy the excitement his words caused in my belly. 

“Can you meet me at my place in say 30 minutes?” 

Sure,” I agreed, “of course. You’re alright, aren’t you?

“I’m fine, promise,” Harry chuckled, his heart nearly bursting at the care in my voice. 

Great. I’ll see you in a bit then.

“See you, love.” 

The moment he set his phone back down John clapped his hands. “I’m a matchmaker!”

“Hardly,” Harry rolled his eyes but his wide grin had both dimples show their presence in his cheeks, “Fuck m’nervous. I really shouldn’t be I mean… she’s my best friend. I know her really well and feel so good when m’with her… shouldn’t be all scared to see her in a moment.” 

“I think it’s the fact that you’re so close with her that’s making you so nervous, mate. But it’s also why I think her reply doesn’t really matter that much. Nothing could separate the two of you anyway so… whatever she says, it’ll be alright.”

Harry nodded, his cheeks puffing as air left his mouth in a huff. “Fuck.”

John left shortly after, leaving Harry a mess of nerves and worries. 
He couldn’t breathe. All confidence his mind had held only moments ago, all certainty that I was in love with him… well Harry wasn’t sure if he’d imagined half of the signs he’d believed in. 

When I stepped into his apartment I could feel how something was different than usual. There was no music, that was the first clue. Normally Harry had either rock classics blasting through his home or the cheesiest pop music he could have found. I swore to him once that I would turn right back around without giving him a proper hello should I ever open his door and find ‘I swear’ by All-4-one playing again.
But now that his home was silent I wished he’d play something stupid, anything that would indicate he wasn’t as worried and desperate as his voice had sounded when he called. 
I wondered what could be wrong with him and only hoped it really was nothing bad like he’d claimed.

“Harry?” I called as I shrugged off my jacket and slipped off my shoes, “Where are you?”

With socked feet I went to search for my best friend only to discover him sitting at his kitchen counter, eyes fixated on his phone, seemingly unaware that I’d stepped into his flat. 
Gently I knocked against the doorframe before walking up to him and wrapping his body into my embrace, taking advantage of his sitting position as it allowed me to be taller than him for once. My chest pressed to his back while my arms slung around his neck and when I nuzzled my face into his shoulder I could hear him chuckle breathlessly. 

“Hey,” he hummed. His hands reached up and took my wrists in a gentle hold and squeezed them. “You alright? Did you get here good?”

“Yes to both,” I murmured before kissing his temple softly. 

I pulled my arms from him and moved to hop onto the kitchen counter so my legs were dangling next to where he was sitting. 
When he looked up to me my heart dropped to the very bottom of my stomach and I immediately reached out to touch his hair and scratch his head. 

“Hey,” I asked quietly, “What’s the matter?”

His eyes were big, his lips bitten raw and his cheeks pale. I’d spent a lot of time with him and been part of many important moments in his life but never before had he looked this much like a mess of nerves. And not knowing what the matter with him was worried me greatly. 
His head leaned into my palm. 

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, “We’re quite… You n’me are pretty close, right?”

“I’d say so, yes,” I chuckled nervously, shrinking under the intensity of his eyes, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable enough with that I just march into his home without knocking first.” 

He smiled. “S’pretty deep bond then, huh?” 

I nodded with a soft smile. “Definitely.”

“So,” Harry began, “I can talk to you ‘bout pretty much anything, can’t I? Ask whatever I want?”

He moved his chair and slowly raised to his feet. I leaned back and watched him step closer, close enough so his thighs brushed my knees where I remained sitting on the cold stone counter.

“You’re my favorite person, Harry,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to rub his arm, “Of course you can.”

But he couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but whenever his head formed the words he wanted to speak his throat closed up on him and left him staring at the girl before him as if he were frozen in time. 
His mouth was slightly parted and his breathing made his chest move irregularly. 
John was a dick, Harry thought, why had he made all of this seem so easy? And why did he think nothing would change no matter my answer? Everything was on the line here! Then again… he couldn’t just be my friend anymore. 


His hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him so I was sitting on the edge of the counter. I shuddered when he nudged my knees apart, encouraging me to let him stand between them and with that came even closer to me. 
My heart leaped and I shakily moved to rest both hands on his shoulders, similar to how I’d done only minutes ago but for some reason this felt much more… intimate. He had my thighs holding his hips to my body and when he leaned in even closer his breath fanned over my face. 
His nose nudged mine, making me whimper quietly and he smiled, smiled at how happy he felt in that moment. 
All of a sudden he was sure again. There was no way I would let him be this close if I didn’t love him back. 
And of course he wasn’t wrong. My heart beat rapidly for him and in that moment it was hard to hide. I didn’t really want to hide it any longer either. 
I loved the guy. What was wrong with that?
That’s why I think it was me who closed the last bit of distance between us by pressing a kiss to his pretty mouth, simply unable to ignore the intense electricity that pulled me to him. But it was him who deepened what was an innocent and small gesture. He went for it.
When he kissed me his tongue licked into my mouth hungrily and it surprised me that he didn’t even try to disguise his desperation for… me. Me. His friend. 
His lips were warm and so soft they weakened my knees and I was glad we hadn’t started this standing up but with me in a sitting position. Otherwise I was sure I would have collapsed right there. I embraced him tighter and kissed back eagerly, my hands clutched his neck and jaw while his moved up and down my sides, almost as if he couldn’t quite comprehend that I was really there. 
I whimpered and he responded by pushing my hair off my shoulder and move his head so he could kiss down the skin of my neck, finally giving me a chance to breathe. 

“Hey,” I whispered, “Harry, slow down.” 

My eyes fell shut at the tickling sensation of his lips kissing and nipping on my sensitive skin. But this was Harry so of course so my quiet words had him press one final kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. His gaze found mine and my stomach fluttered. 

“You okay?” he asked in a quiet and hoarse voice.

Shakily I touched my fingers to his red and swollen lips and I giggled at how adorably tousled he looked. 

“What are you laughing at me for?” Harry chuckled, his eyes wide and full of humor. 

“You look adorable,” I admitted openly, “And I’m more than okay.”

“Oh, really,” His hand found mine, “Well I think you look beautiful.” 

I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. The most beautiful person I knew thought I was beautiful, too?
Harry hummed.

“And while I’m glad you’re okay, why’d you want me to stop?” His head came closer again and I suppressed a moan when he pressed another warm kiss to the skin just below my left ear. 

I shrugged him off and forced him back with a soft push to his shoulders, “Because I want to know what’s going on with you. Why are you… why did we just kiss?”

“You’re not happy with me?” Harry looked at me with knotted brows and worried eyes. 

“Of course I am,” I reassured him quickly, “I’m just very surprised. You’re my best friend.”

Harry groaned and this time when he leaned in to burry his face in my neck I let him. “Want to be more.”

His arms circled my waist and he moaned lowly when my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in closer. 

“More than my friend?” I asked, scared of his reply. 

Though there was nobody I would want to have this kind of secrets with, there was nobody other than Harry I would ever feel comfortable enough with that I’d let him touch me this way, let him talk to me like this. 
I felt him nod and I bit back a giggle when his hair tickled my skin. 

“I do, too,” I admitted, then with a deep breath I decided to just tell him: “I love you, Harry.”

His laugh fell against my throat and I gently wrapped his neck and shoulders into my embrace again. I needed him to be physically close, because never before had I felt more intimate with him than I did now.
Harry’s cheek pressed to the side of my neck before he pulled back slowly and with a short kiss to the corner of my mouth he murmured: 

“I really love you, Y/N. More than a best friend should.”

“Far more,” I agreed. 

We smiled at each other. How lucky were we? We’d found each other without even needing to search.
His nose brushed mine in a playful gesture. 

“I knew,” he confessed with a confident smirk, “Knew you loved me. I fucking knew all along.” 

I kicked the back of his thigh with my foot, at least I tried, without removing my legs from around his waist, making him laugh and respond by tickling my hips.

“Liar. You were shitting yourself only moments ago.”

“I was,” Harry admitted easily, “But it was worth it. You’re… my girlfriend now, aren’t you?” 

He hesitated. How could Harry be so unsure even now that he knew I loved him? How could he for a moment think that I wouldn’t want to be with him?
I nodded and then took hold of his jaw to encourage him closer and connect our lips, hoping he would know through this kiss, just like he claimed to have known of my feelings for him, that he made me feel like I was the luckiest person to walk this world. 

Hope you enjoyed this. x 


The Last All-Clear: (6)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story is a series of vignettes following the premise: Imagine if Jamie travelled through the stones, but instead of finding Claire in Boston he found himself having arrived years too early, when the War was still happening and Claire had yet to meet him… What would he do?”
  • Formatting note: Bolding in Jamie’s letters = underlining


(Part 1) September 17, 1942: A Rusty Nail

(Part 2) December 3, 1942: Comb and Glove

(Part 3) 1943: Blood and Whisky

(Part 4) 1943-1944: Gifts and Ends

(Part 5) June, 1944: The Road 

June, 1944: The Ditch   

There, in that darkness with you, love, there was no fear in me. None. There was no worrying about stones, or time, or wars, or consequences. There was only the feel of you in my arms, for the first time in so many years; the feeling of my soul, reaching out to yours, and being accepted in kind. The intimacy of it was a blow and a caress sending me reeling, and everything went silent around us. I held you, stroked your back, cupped your head; felt your heartbeat against mine as ye wept and shook. I held on to you, lass, like I never would let go. Perhaps, I thought, I wouldn’t. 

You didna speak, so violent was the terror and relief within ye, but I myself could scarcely stop the words from tumbling out, incoherent and tear-choked as they were. I had enough sense left to move from language to language—Latin, Greek, Gàidhlig, Hebrew, the ones you wouldna ken, or very little— but I was able to speak my heart aloud to you, and that itself was relief beyond telling.

“You will survive this day, my heart.” 

“You will survive and go on to do so much more than you ever imagined. You’ll be kind and brave and reckless and wild and wonderful. Happy. Free. I promise you.”

“Even the suffering, the horrors, you’ll bear with grace. You’re a fighter. You overcome. I’m so—so very proud to be your husband.” 

Her husband. Lord, that he might be given the grace to be her husband again. He pulled her closer, breathed deep, his hammering heart breaking for the millionth time to hear her own breath calmer, slowing. 

“I miss you, mo Sorcha.” 

“I love you.” 

She couldn’t have known the words, but she gave a little whimpering sigh and pressed her face closer into his chest. He closed his eyes tight and didn’t bother to stifle the sob in his throat. 

“I love you, and no other.” 

“I promise I will find you, wait for you and the bairn, no matter how long it takes.”

“Be brave,” he heard himself saying in English, in his own voice, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Be brave, Claire, and have hope in the joy to come.” 

When the fingers of dawn began to creep into the ditch, you were still in my arms, fast asleep. I hadn’t slept, for I couldn’t bear to look away from your face. I was happy. No matter else might come, I had had that night with you, a night in which you would not have been alone. 

And then, I heard them. 

People shouting above the roar of motors, close at hand. Carefully dislodging himself from Claire, he grabbed the hilt of his knife and eased up to peer over the edge of the ditch. Nothing and no one in sight, but a breeze carried a word or two on the wind: Americans. THE Americans that she’d said had found her and brought her to safety. Only, they weren’t coming closer. They were on the other path, going the wrong direction at the crossroads. 

“Come back,” he muttered, fixing his eye on the distance with all his might as though he could summon them by sheer will. “Come back….come this way….damn you, come back…”

The panic was roaring within him, heightening with every passing second. They weren’t coming. He could get her back to the camp himself, of course, but why had the goddamn memory changed? He had been so relieved, the previous night, to find that things had played out as she’d foretold, but something…. something had gone wrong. Something was different. What had he done to change— 

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ

It was like a blow to the head, but he didn’t have time to stop and marvel. One moment only, he spared, that to kneel over Claire once more, look at her, and kiss her sleeping face. 

“I love you, mo nighean donn.” 

Then he was gone. 

Perhaps you’ll have understood at once, Claire, pieced together the conclusion of the tale long before I myself did. Perhaps, to a person raised with Films and so verra many books about fantastical happenings, it would have occurred to ye sooner. 

But how great was the shock that tore through my own simple mind, not to mention the abject relief, to comprehend the truth….That I perhaps couldna have changed events even had I tried; that things set in the motion of history might be—for better or worse— unstoppable, certain. While it makes my heart ache with regret, thinking that our efforts to stop the rebellion will have been for naught from the outset, in THIS case, love, it is for the better; for better than I could ever have imagined. 

My being alongside you, these years, wasna a divergent path, Claire. My coming through the stones and finding young Claire Randall during the War: that wasna a course of events separate from the ones you knew. I— Danton—was always a part of your story. Even if, perhaps, you had your reasons not to think of or remember him since, he always was there, beginning in 1942. There was never a version of your life in which you did not stitch his arm; in which he did not offer you whisky after that unfortunate operation; in which he did not become your friend in camp. As astounding as it is for my own faculties of comprehension to reconcile, I was always there. Here.

And I was always in that ditch with you, mo nighean donn. Why it is that ye never remembered me; that your lingering, terrifying memory of that night was of being completely alone? That, I shan’t even attempt to comprehend until the day I can ask you of it myself and ken the truth from your own lips; but you weren’t alone. I was always there with ye, holding you through the night

and it was always a ragged, bearded Frenchman that ran after the Americans and told them of two of their countrymen, dead in a German attack, always his word that made them hurry down the adjacent road to see for themselves; always me that made sure you were found. 

“Hey, Bill! Boys, there’s a woman over here!” 


“I think so! Ma’am? Ma’am?” 

He hung back at the fringes of the troupe, close enough, only, that he could see all that occurred. If they laid a foul hand on her….

“Ma'am, are you okay?” 

She was awake, and—Oh, love…. Have courage, my heart— as frantic and terrified as when he’d first found her the night before. ‘Helpless.’ ‘Alone.’  

“Ma’am, can you hear me?” the soldier kept saying. “What the hell are you doing down here all alone?”

Jamie’s heart broke to see her curl up with her hands about her head. But this is how it must be, Fraser. This is the morning she remembers, the way she remembers it.  

The soldier was insistent, agitated with concern as he tried to get her to speak. “Ma’am? Ma’am?”

“Cool it, Jimmy,” the other man said, “the poor lady’s been through hell. The English camp ain’t far off—Let’s take her with us and see if that’s where she came from.” 

“Here, ma’am, it’s alright,” the man Jimmy said, more gently. “Put your arms around my neck. We’ve got you now, okay? It’s all over.”

Jamie kept his distance as they trekked back down the forest road; kept far back as they approached camp; stayed hidden in the woods as he watched the Americans waiting outside the fence. The last sight he had of her was her head still bobbing on the American’s shoulder, her hands fisted in his shirt as the Nightwing guards ushered the party in to safety. Then, she was gone. 

He didn’t cry; he didn’t feel the churning of regret and pain that he perhaps would have expected. He took the time only to find that patch of woods through which he’d left camp the night before. His pack was there, just where he’d dropped it. Shouldering it, he cast one more look at the place that held her. 

“Until we meet again, mo chridhe.” 

Will you believe that what I felt as I left, and what I feel now, all these weeks later, is happiness? 

For, as much as the memory of that night’s fears shall haunt me, always, I’m more at peace, today, than I have been these many, many years. For I ken, at last, why it is I was brought to this time. It wasna a mistake; wasna a twisted blow of fate. It was for that very day, to see you safe. 

Had I not been there, had someone not gone to fetch the Americans, help might never have found you. You might well have lain there in that ditch until you were found and shot by the Germans. I’m on my knees thanking the heavens for guiding my footsteps to where they were meant to go. I couldna have known or planned it on my own merits, but yet somehow I was led to where ye needed me; all the way from the stones to France, through all the years and to that very ditch on that very night. 

The relief within me, Claire, at that knowledge, is balm beyond imagining. Call it pride, call it selfishness, but to know that my time near you was not in vain, that there WAS some purpose, some role I was meant to play for my wife’s sake—I’m grateful for it. I’m so very, very grateful. It makes every moment, every year that I otherwise might have deemed ‘lost’, have been worthwhile; precious, even. 

And now, I’m sitting on English soil—sand, rather— James Fraser, again, respectable Scottish stowaway. Something within me knew that it remained my time to be parted from ye, to leave camp, just as I’d planned. If you were to remember my presence there that night, the intimacy, connection, yes, the intimacy of the heart between us in those hours….Even if nothing in the events could be changed….No, far better to allow myself to fade from your presence, before we could have the chance to properly talk about that night, or make amends for the rift that preceded it. 

Sitting here on this beach, looking back across the channel, and even with the knowledge that there remain four years more in this purgatory of waiting,  I am filled with exquisite peace. It will be like claws in my skin, waiting for 1948, agonizing as to whether you too will be sent to the wrong year, but ‘tis a pain that I can bear in the blessed assurance that you will be well until then, and that I’ve done what I was meant to do, for your sake and the bairn’s.  

I will see you soon again. 

C. E. B. Randall

Camp Nightwing, France

1 July 

I will not put to paper what occurred that night on the road; what happened to those innocent men. I never shall. 

But one thing I must write out, else refusing to acknowledge it will drive me mad: 

I passed out alone, in that ditch; I woke up alone. But I dreamed. I dreamed that strong, familiar arms held me throughout the night. I dreamed of my own name, over and over, said with such tenderness. Even more, I dreamed of strange words, words in languages I couldn’t even name, but words that spoke of warmth and care. I dreamed that they were words of love, so deep that I believed them, without knowing what they said; so visceral that when the Airborne men found me, I was still reeling from the sensations awoken in me.

It isn’t like one has any control over dreams, but what I must get out of my mind, confess, even if I later burn this page:  

The arms weren’t Frank’s. Nor did I want them to be. 

Yes Sir Part 16

Part 16: His and Hers

John Winchester x Reader

John and his girl make new memories as they adjust to living together.

Warnings: Fluff. Double dose of NSFW Mature Smut, including rough sex, restraints, spanking, masturbation, and voyeurism. Alcohol, drunkenness, language, dirty talk, biting!kink. Hopefully this one won’t let you down. None of the gifs are mine; thanks to the creators WC: 7277 AO3  SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Thanks to all of you who love and support this story, your feedback means the world to me! 

Moving in with John was wonderful. I never had to leave for a change of clothes or pay a separate set of bills. We spent hours learning more about each other’s lives, and he was always asleep next to me each night. I belonged with him, and him with me. What was his became mine, and mine his.

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Running Wild (Part 4): Branded As Trouble

Title:  Running Wild (Part 4):  Branded As Trouble

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  The rancher’s daughter and the ranchhand. Forbidden love. Is this the real thing or just a game to be won or lost?

Need to catch up? Here you go.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Y/N Ross), Thaddeus Ross, Elizabeth “Betty” Ross, Scott Lange, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff (mentioned), Brock Rumlow

Word Count:  1878

Warnings:  mentions of blood, smoking, overbearing father (previous parts are NSFW)

Author’s Notes:  Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for their invaluable help.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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For @moose-on-the-l00se…reader is in the military as requested, enjoy!

“Question,” Tony groaned as he dropped his pack.
“Here we go,” McGee muttered, making Ziva smirk.
“Do all illegal blood banks keep a log coded with Star Wars references?”
Ziva arched a brow. “I thought you enjoyed movies.”
“I do,” he replied quickly, “It’s just…you need variety. Why stick to just one? And why make them so obscure…”
“They’re fans, DiNozzo,” Gibbs stated while strolling into the squad room, “It’s in their DNA.”

Tony chuckled while looking over to McGee. The man just rolled his eyes. Gibbs smirked, but for a different reason. Ziva had just finished packing up for the day, ready to go home. McGee was nearly done as well.

“Good night everyone,” Ziva called out.
“Mind holding the door for me?” Tim asked, zipping up a pocket.
She smiled. “Sure.”

The pair left together as Tony remained seated at his desk. He was staring at his monitor’s picture of him and Y/N, his girlfriend. She had been deployed for the last sixth months. Maybe he’d call her tonight; see how she’s doing. Gibbs looked over at him. He let out a sigh.

“Go home, DiNozzo,” he instructed, “Get some sleep.”
“I…I will, boss,” he replied half-heartedly.
Gibbs stared at him for a moment. “Then go.”

He shot his gaze up to see a smiling boss. He knit his brows in confusion. After a moment, Tony packed up his stuff. He gave a small smile to Gibbs and a half wave.

“Tell Y/N I say hello,” he told Tony.
The man chuckled. “If she answers, I will.”
Gibbs smirked. “She’ll answer.”
Tony eyed the man for a moment. “Thanks boss.”

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amoralamusement  asked:

Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.

Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P

I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.

There’s pretty much four stages in my life:

Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.

Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!

Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.

Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.

Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?

Yup. Exhausted.

Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?

Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.

How to Train Your Ne:

1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.

I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.

2) Reward yourself for finishing things.

If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.


3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.

This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.

In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.

Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.

4) Pace yourself.

This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.

5) Either do it right now or write it down.

My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).

The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:

  • Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
  • Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
  • Let your mind wander
  • Give yourself permission to fantasize
  • Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
  • Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
  • Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
  • Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
  • Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
  • Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
  • Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to

Hope that helps.

(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)

- ENFP Mod

Edmund x Reader: Hidden kisses

Prompt/ask: Hey can I ask for a Edmund x reader where you are Caspian’s twin sister and they fall for each other but Caspian doesn’t like it

Word count: 642

Warnings: None

Setting: VDT

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you like it regardless.

The air on the Dawn Treader was clear and chilly. You remembered feeling the same breeze on the back of your neck in your distant, murky days spent in Telmar-although those winds were much less extraordinary. 

You inhaled sharply, breathing in the crystal draft surrounding you. The Narnian sea was exceptionally lovely at night. It seemed to dance before you, each wave rippling in the most magical and captivating way, forcing you into a trance of its beauty. 

“You alright?” A voice inquired tenderly from beside you. 

You clearly didn’t seem to notice when Edmund came up to join you on the deck; most of the crew had already gone to bed. 

Edmund always seemed to be there-not that you were complaining. The boy had something about him that captured your interest almost instantly, something that welcomed your presence. Maybe it was those questioning eyes, that messy hair, that soft-spoken tone…or maybe it was just Edmund. You had only just met the young King, and yet you felt as if you had known him for an eternity.

You nodded slowly, averting your gaze from the waters to Edmund’s soft brown eyes, hidden mostly by the dark.

“I just needed some air.” You said, barely moving your lips as you did so. Edmund nodded, seemingly in understanding. He leaned over the edge of the deck, looking out into the vast water-mass you had just been admiring. 

“Lovely, isn’t it?” He suggested thoughtfully. You remained silent, watching him.
“Did you have oceans like this in Telmar? Well, I suppose, Narnia.” He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Uh-you and Caspian grew up together in Telmar however, am I correct? Before you, I mean-” Edmund murmured, fumbling over his words a little.

You chuckled, playing with a strand of loose hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Edmund, I only knew my brother for a mere month of my childhood before we were separated.” You said casually, pausing to lean back away from the side of the deck. “We had the chance to reconnect about a week before the Dawn Treader set sail, actually.” 

Edmund nodded, breathing in. The two of you remained silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of the swaying ship and the increasingly chilly air.

“Oh, look!” Edmund announced suddenly, breaking the silence. In the dark, you could make out the form of him gesturing towards the sky.


Sure enough, as you glanced towards the heavens, you could see a blanket of constellations. It was nothing like you had ever seen before-never in your entire life. 

They weren’t very luminous-you had to look directly up at the sky to catch their light-but they were magnificent. Paintings of centaurs and lions filled the canvas of the sky, showering the stars from each constellation below into your stunned eyes. 

“…wow.” Was all you could muster, so astounded by the images before you. 

“Aren’t they wonderful?” Edmund asked softly. 

You felt him move closer to you, his breathing pace increasing ever-so-slightly. His breath was so close to your neck you could feel the heat radiating off of your skin. 



Edmund paused, his fingertips brushing against your waist and his lips grazing across your ear. 

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in what was almost a low growl. 

“Edmund! What in Holy Aslan are you doing to my sister?”

Edmund flinched, releasing you immediately and facing Caspian with a dumbfounded expression. 

Caspian, who was glaring at Edmund in utter disgust, was standing in the small threshold where the steps leading to the cabins were. He appeared to be holding what looked to be a wooden cup.

“Caspian-” You started, almost close to laughter. Before you could finish, the cup was flying past your ear and into Edmund’s face.

It seemed like you would have to find some more creative kissing spots.

Tutor (Evan Hansen X Reader)

AN; So I wrote this and accidentally erased the whole ending so I had to start it over. So now it’s rushed and shorter, but whatever. My stress level is high rn and I seriously need to catch up on sleep. Love you guys.

WC; 1,133

TW; fluff

You sighed quietly, anxiously opening the door to your house.

“This- This is my house.” You mumbled, letting your tutor walk in. Evan nervously smiled, looking around.

“It’s a n-nice house, well, i-it’s better than nice b-but you know wh-what I mean? O-or is that-” Evan stuttered, turning pink. When he was told he was supposed to tutor, he didn’t think it’d be a girl. Much less the one girl he had a crush on.

“Evan, I get it.” You smiled patiently, watching him take a deep breath and try to relax.

“Okay, uh, where do you w-want to work?” Evan said slowly, looking anywhere but at you.

“We can work in my room, if you don’t mind.” You answered, heading towards the stairs with your bag in your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great- or um, good?” He cringed, following you up the stairs.

You laughed quietly, opening the door to your room and stepping in. Evan came in and closed the door behind him, awkwardly sitting next to you on your bed.

“Should-should we start with math? Or-or um, science?” Evan glanced at your backpack, setting his down on the floor next to yours.

“Oh uh, math?” You mumbled, pulling out your math journal and a pencil. Evan nodded and grabbed his math journal as well, scooting a tiny bit closer to you.

You looked up at him and stared weirdly for a second, then turned red and opened your math book.

“Okay, uh, let’s get started.” Evan said, his face red. He grabbed his math book and started to explain how to go about solving everything. Soon enough, you had gotten the basics down and moved onto science. Evan noted the way you bit your lip when you were confused, and the way your hair always seemed to fall into your face when you were focused. You could both tell it was getting late, but it wasn’t like Evan had anywhere to be. His mother wouldn’t be home until midnight tonight.

You groaned, slamming your science book shut. You flopped backwards onto your bed, letting the book hit the ground. Evan’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you. His face turned pink and he stared at you in awe.

“Hey, so do you wanna stay for dinner?” You asked softly, opening your eyes slightly. Evan coughed and looked away.

“Um, i-it’s alright.” Evan looked at his feet, not expecting you to pull him down gently next to you. Evan had his head facing yours, only inches away from your face.

“C’mon, it’s the least I could do.” You whispered, gently pushing your hair out of your face. The sun was shining onto your bed through the blinds, lighting the two of you up. Evan thought the way your hair framed your face was perfect. He loved the way the sun lit up your face and made your (e/c) orbs stand out.

“Alright, I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” Evan whispered, glancing at your lips. You raised your eyebrows and grinned, subtly moving closer to him.

“Yeah? What if I wanted you to stay forever?” You whispered, glancing at his lips and back at his eyes. Evan’s surprise was evident on his face, but he somehow remained cool and collected.

“Well, then I’d just have to stay forever.” Evan said softly, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips touched gently, and you slowly raised your hand to Evan’s face. You ran your finger along his jawline and pulled away slowly, your face pink.

“Would you be weirded out if I said I love you?” You whispered, your hand on Evan‘s chest. Your heart felt light, and that it was about to jump out of your chest.

“I’d probably say I love you too.” Evan grinned nervously, setting his hand on yours. Evan’s heart was pounding faster than he could run, and he could scream of happiness right now. He couldn’t even count all the times he had imagined the two of you confessing your love for each other.

“Well, then, I love you, Evan Hansen.” You smiled, interlacing your hands.

“I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n).” Evan replied, a nervous smile on his face.

You and Evan had been dating for about a month, managing to keep it a secret from your friends. Your separate group of friends had joined together, making a larger group. Everyday they teased you two and told you two you should get together, and normally you and Evan just sat there and blushed. Today was another day where you would go to lunch together and get teased, but this time you had something planned.

“Awe, here comes the couple.” Jared snorted, taking a bite of his sandwich. Your friends all turned to see you and Evan approaching and giggling.

“Yep, here the couple is.” Evan squeaked, a smile on his face. You and Evan sat down, side by side. Connor raised his eyebrows in a suspicious way.

“Oh yeah? Playing along now, huh?” Connor smirked, crossing his arms in a challenging way.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. ‘Playing along.’“ You grinned, pulling out goldfish from you lunch pail.

“Well, if you’re ‘playing along’ you two should definitely kiss.” Zoe tried, a small smirk on her face as she scanned you and Evan. Zoe broke an Oreo in half and handed half to Alana, still smirking as she ate it.

You faked annoyance and turned to Evan, grabbing his face gently and kissing him without hesitation. Evan smiled into the kiss and tried not to laugh at Jared’s reaction.

“Oh, gross!” Jared cried with food in his mouth. Connor stared in shock while Alana and Zoe squealed in surprise. You and Evan pulled away from the kiss, turning to your friends.

“Are you two actually together?” Connor asked, disbelief evident on his face. You nodded with a smile, and Connor cheered loudly. Evan laughed, a bit confused.

“Why are you so happy?” Evan questioned, a cute confused smile on his face.

“Jared! You owe me thirty bucks!” Connor cried happily, standing up and pointing at Jared. Jared groaned and handed Connor thirty dollars, a smile on his face.

“You guys made a bet on us?!” Evan cried, laughing hard. You smiled and laughed with your friends.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 7: Nerves

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Chapter Summary: Jensen finally gets up the nerves to ask you out, but will you accept?

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s P.O.V.

After talking to Jared about my plans, I went straight for the make up trailer, wanting to ask her out while I still had the balls to do it. It had never been an issue for me before, but there was something about Y/N that had my all tongue tied, acting like a teenage boy all over again.

My hand on the door, Jared behind me, I took a deep breath, before I felt Jared swat me on the ass. “Hurry up.” He yelled.

Turning to glare at him, I opened the door and strode in. Jeannie and Y/N were both inside, and I watched Y/N’s face turn to guilt as soon as she saw me. She hid something behind her back, but I already caught the scent of candy, and the tiny bulge in her cheek showing she still had some in her mouth. I didn’t pay much attention as Jared came up with some excuse to get Jeannie out of the trailer, my gaze was on Y/N the entire time. Her face was completely red, and she tried to pretend nothing was wrong.

“Are those my gummy bears?” I asked as I made my way forward. She gulped, almost choking, and I felt bad, for just a second.

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If anybody knows me on my main blog or irl i’m sure you are aware I am an avid theropod enthusiast, I predominantly draw birds. When I first saw posters for Rio I was exited because I did like the first ice age, and I actually did like how Blu looked design wise. I did not see it in theatres, for whatever reason a school friend dragged me to see the 3D yogi bear movie instead (it was horseshit). Eventually I rented Rio on DVD to see with my mom and it was…….meh? and then mostly forgot about it. 

But that was younger me before I critiqued movies and had fermented in bitterness. So being a bird lover with a lot of things to say I decided to crack this into two separate posts because covering the designs alone will make this posts long and image heavy.

Why am I cracking down so hard on ‘realism’ in this movie’s designs? Well mostly because the “theme” of this movie is bird conservation. In a realism-based setting. Unlike, say, Seuss’s original Lorax. it has an environmentalist message but has a well developed Seussiverse where nonsensical creatures fit the nonsensical habitat. With rio however, it is based in our world in our present time. I expect the creatures shown to be based on reality. Otherwise you break reality, making your conservation message weaker by showing animals in this context that don’t even exist. These bird designs come off as lazy recolourings where the story and setting is just under researched.

Most clearly this can be seen with the “blue macaws”. 

Blu and Jewel are in fact supposed to be a real species of parrot, they are Spix’s macaws (which look adorable). They are critically endangered, and only one wild individual is known that was spotted earlier this year. Too bad they look nothing like the design, they couldn’t even at least make Blue a more turquoise tint.

Rio seems to model all of their macaws as Aras, the genus of larger macaws including the stereotypical scarlet and bluegolds. Spixs arent Aras, they are the only Cyanopsitta species, a smaller macaw which would be about under half of Blu’s size and roughly half a pound in weight.
If you took a colourless image of Blu i would assume he is an Ara macaw, or even the giant Hyacinth’s macaw. (In fact, most images that come up when i look for ‘Rio bird species’ places him as a hyacinths.) They also use Ara calls for his noises… 

Call me old fashioned but I think when you’re trying to make a movie about a real critically endangered species, I think you should at least try to competently represent it. Had he been a large species i would have loved his design.

However personally that doesn’t bother me as much as the background birds do. All of the macaws are odd recolours by which i mean hardly discernible species. In the top photo I see what may be a blue and gold, a scarlet or green-wing, and maybe even a red-shouldered macaw… which makes no sense because they are the smallest macaw, at 0.3lbs. BUT THEY ARE ALL OFF COLOUR AND NONE OF THEM INCLUDING BLU HAVE BARE SKIN ON THEIR FACES. i guess for whatever reason they thought it would look ‘too ugly’ :/

I literally had no idea what these bottom ones are, the only bird I’ve ever seen like that first one is a leucestic blue and gold, the green one may be a military macaw???? its just so frustrating to look at. So I went on the wiki and there they called them golden conures and peach fronted conures… that are large macaw sized..

(a golden conure with a large macaw trio, rio’s are the same size and shape..)


Then there’s the stock passerines… these guys are supposedly finches and there’s again a variety of recolours in the movies. but they are all just ‘ball with eyes’, a bird design stereotype that i really hate. I thought the blue one may be fairy wren but those are only endemic to australia soo

Other background birds included in Rio 1 are waders and other passerines or near passerines. I’m alright with the jamie foxx and will i am birds. I actually enjoy the cockatoo design as well as the toco toucan, but there’s more birds I dislike than ones I like. 

 I’m also bummed they had no raptors because south america some really cool ones like the harpy eagle, an abundance of diverse owls, and falcons. Other neat birds include hummingbirds, woodpeckers, herons, guans, hoatzin, cock-of-the-rock, curassows, and the potoo, just off the top of my head. Basically it just feels under researched on blue sky’s part when they set out to have a movie about birds and endangered species, but i’ll talk about my resentment for the plot later…

design nitpick round:

  • the parrots’ feet are missing a toe. parrots are zygodactylous, they should have two toes in front and two in back. so do woodpeckers.
  • the baby parrots are already immediately fledged with all their feathers, just looking like mini adults with a large head. just for once i would like to see nakey altricial birds in cartoons..
  • how did a toco toucan and keel billed toucan mate and have offspring.
Foxes as shit that I've done

neil: raced my sister to the door of the cabin we were working at, rolled my ankle and the next day moved 13 girls trunks out of the cabin, carried a podium, and walked up and down a hill three times before someone made me sit down. My ankle was huge and purple and I still tried to get back up. #imfine

andrew: walked out of a class after ten minutes bc we had done the in class assignment used to count attendance. When stopped at the door by the teacher asking if I was coming back replied “nope” and then continued walking out.

allison: when one of my friends texted the group chat with “I have big news!” I immediately created a separate group text with half of the group making bets on what the news was.

nicky: tripped on a set of stairs, rolled bc my hands were full had a guy half way catch me: after i had already caught myself, set down the iPad, and maintained a death grip on my phone. Was too proud of not breaking anything to be embarrassed.

kevin: vomited on a public bar and then laid in a public bathroom still vomiting and apparently walked around with my shorts unzipped and unbuttoned for a period of time on Halloween

Seth: once out of boredom and loyalty I told a friend that this girl I didn’t like was talking her to her ex and lying to her about it. Watched her take the BITCH DOWN laughed

Dan: met a girl before going out one night. The girl proceeded to get completely wasted and disappeared from the group. Spent an hour looking for her. Bc I may not know you, but you are now my responsibility little dumpster fire. Now drink some water.

Aaron: once my brother rubbed the inside roof of the car (I HATE that noise) and I turned looked him dead in the eye and said “I wish you had never been born” I was 13 he was 7. But that little shit KNEW

Renee: directly from my iPod in my car listened to “Burning in my soul” and then “one eyed girl” by Florence & the machine bc I love Jesus but also boinches better not cross me ok. Ok.

Matt: confuse people on the reg of whether I love my best friend or am in love with my best friend. When questioned respond both and begin listing off all their most amazing qualities bc everyone should be so blessed to know them
*bonus: cry every time I listen the the Moana soundtrack lbr that movie has all the feels

Bonus- Jeremy: once made all of my friends ride on the mall carousel bc I was feeling extra and look so pretty. We were 15