i liked the shore so much at first

Brave Williams from New York is just 17 but is already 7ft 1 and growing

Towering over his teammates at 7ft 1in tall, 17-year-old Brave Williams is hoping his height can help propel him to sporting stardom.

The 400lb senior at Lake Shore High School in Angola, New York, is already a highly-regarded member of his high school basketball and American football teams.

And the youngster is now setting his sights on winning a much-coveted college athletic scholarship.

‘When I was five years old, I was like 5ft 3in.’

'The teachers thought I was actually a second grader, so they put me in the wrong class for about an hour before they realised their mistake.’

'I had to tell them that I was just starting school.’

However, Brave very nearly didn’t make it to even his first birthday - he had to be delivered via caesarian because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.

'The doctors tried to pull me out three times before they were going to take more drastic measures. But as soon as my dad touched my mom’s forehead, I let go, and the doctors got me out,’ Brave told high school sports site MaxPreps.

'My dad instantly named me Brave because I needed a strong name.’

Specialists were concerned that he might be suffering from a form of gigantism known as Sotos syndrome, but tests done at three months and again at three years came back clear - much to the relief of his mother Angela.

She said: 'Every day he grew more and more, so that was when I got worried.

'To finally get the word that you have just got a tall kid was really relieving to say the least.’

Brave is now 7ft 1in tall - the same as Basketball Hall of Fame legend Shaquille O'Neal - but experts predict will be 7ft 5in by the time he stops growing, the same size as his great-great uncle.

Brave said: 'He made a pine tree look like a sapling. So, I think that’s where I got most of my height from.’

Born of African-American and Native American heritage, Brave lives on the Cattaraugus Reservation in the Seneca Nation of Indians.

The tall teen sleeps in a custom-made bed, although his feet still dangle off the end, and wears size 21 shoes.

While Brave’s size makes him killer on the court, it does also attract unwelcome attention in the form of stares and comments.

Mom Angela said: 'It was tough for me when my son turned five because then he had to go to school and I had to share him with the world.

'It was hard because he is sensitive and people stare, they look, they point.

'Now he’ll take the time to talk to everybody, people ask him the same questions over and over again - “How tall are you? Are you a wrestler? Are you this? Are you that?” And he just takes the time to respond, that’s his special gift.’

Brave is now determined to go on and become a pro athlete, but says he wants to go to college and complete his studies first - and would like to major in engineering.

And for 5ft 9in Angela, Brave’s stature is more than just an accident of genetics.

'I thought about my son being tall for a long time, and I think there is a reason why he’s so tall - because it gets him noticed and makes people listen to him,’ she added.

'But the rest is what matters, what really makes him special. I know he’s going to do big things.’


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Author’s Note: So I have this personal headcanon that Bones loves filthy limericks, but he’s too much of a gentleman to share them unless he’s really, really intoxicated. This, coupled with his horrible flirting in Into Darkness, gave me this fic to share with you. tagging @youre-on-a-starship​ and @outside-the-government​ because they both expressed such interest in the idea.

You’d heard about the legendary shore leave shenanigans of the Enterprise crew, even before you’d been assigned to her. Rumour had it things got absolutely crazy on the first night, and tapered off from there, depending on your division. Operations was rumoured to party the hardest, partly to remind themselves they were alive, you guessed. You’d been told they remembered to toast their absent friends individually every night. Science was the next most likely to go on a prolonged tear, but you didn’t find that difficult to believe. Science held within it the Medical Corp, and you’d never met a nurse who wasn’t just a little bit wild. Additionally, the science labs were full of the kind of equipment that allowed bored officers to brew moonshine. That left Command as the Cinderella squad, destined to leave before the party really got started. But it was a comparative scale, really, and you suspected with a captain like Jim Kirk, the Command division wasn’t going to be leaving the ball before the fun started.

You’d been aboard for about six months when shore leave was announced, and you hoped your liver was up to the task. The gleam in Christine Chapel’s eye suggested it might not be.

“Come on, Doc,” she gestured to you. “We should find out what they’ve been cooking in the back of the lab.”

“I don’t know about this,” you replied, hesitant. She laughed and linked her arm in yours.

“First shore leave is always the worst. Just plan to alternate booze and water, and put a hypo at your bedside. You can step whoever you wake up with through giving it to you,” she winked.

“Whoever I wake up with?” You gaped. You hadn’t been on the ship long enough to make those types of connections.

“Think of it like a rite of passage, Y/N. Eventually, you’ll make a mistake and sleep with someone on this boat. You’re better off doing it sooner than later. And better to do it drunk on shore leave. Because then you can blame not knowing people better, and too much booze,” she explained. You shook your head.

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems pretty calculated.” You couldn’t help but blush just thinking about trying to seduce any of the crew you’ve met so far. There wasn’t really anyone who did anything for you. Well, there was one person. Who was completely off limits.

“You’ll thank me for this wisdom later, Doc.” She winked, and continued to lead you through the maze of the lab until you reached the very back. “Hey, Jameson, what’s cooking back here?”

“Would you believe I’ve managed a completely flavourless 100 proof coming out of the still right now?” Lt. Jameson grinned. “We’ll have to be very careful with it.” She offered a beaker to Christine who took a sip and tipped her head, her eyes wide.

“Oh, wow. That’s smooth,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Try it, Y/N.” She pressed the beaker into your hand and you gave her a worried look as you tilted the glass to take a sip. It tasted like water, but it burned going down.

“Oh, that’s trouble,” you commented, garnering a laugh from both women. Christine clapped you on the back.

“Stick with me, Doc. I’ll make sure you survive,” she promised.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, semi-suicidal thoughts, near death experience (If this is a trigger for you please be aware!!!)

Word count:  1542

A/N: Yup, I’m finally back with a new fic! I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you guys will like it. Lots of love xx

Feedback is highly appreciated as always!

Originally posted by godhelptheboy

Originally posted by greatestgifsofalltime

“She loved the ocean because every time the waves left the shore, they always came back.”

It was early in the morning when you drove down to Lake Alvin just outside Sioux Falls. The sun was about to rise and the fresh summer air calmed you. It felt like this was the thousandth night you woke up from a nightmare. So you decided to come here like you always did when everything got too much to handle.

This place was you escape. There were hundrets of memories attached to it.

The first time you kissed someone was at this lake with Dean when you were ten.

The first time you made love with someone was at this lake with Dean when you were sixteen.

The first time he told you he loved you was at this very lake, under the stars on a warm summer night many many years ago.

But now he was no longer with you.

It was unbearable to sleep without Dean next to you. You were exhausted and sleep deprived but there was little you could do about it. Every night when you closed your eyes, his face would haunt you in your dreams. He would beg you to save him from the torture he was enduring and every night you would wake up, covered sweat with tears running down your face.

You got out of one of Bobby’s cars and walked towards the small pier. You took your shoes off on your way there, the old wood under your foot soles feeling rough and dry. Sitting down on the edge of the pier, you let your feet dangle over the water.

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I am really excited to bring second part of the guide! This time I am going to talk about how to style paragraphs on a page, the different kinds of options, and what exactly they each do to the paragraphs. Also, I am so happy to present, my favorite dudes on MS Word, and kind of one of the reasons my whole MS Word user level took off.

The non printing characters!

I know I sound like such a nerd when I say it like that, and get all excited about them. But knowing your text, makes everything so much easier. So now, onto the guide!.

Also, thank you so  much to all the people reading this! And also to the great bloggers that helped me promote this guide.

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when i was like 11 or so and had just read the hobbit for the first time i remember i was constantly like every day building a mountain out of sand or dirt, bigger and bigger every time but barren all around it, for this was The Lonely Mountain, and i’d go on a hunt to find a small beautiful white stone to be the Arkenstone, so i could bury it inside the mountain. and then i’d stomp the whole thing to pieces, bc i was pissed, i was fucking pissed bc i’d spent my whole life thinking The Hobbit was supposed to be the happy-go-lucky prequel with a super uplifting ending, but instead thorin died and bilbo had to go home and make rlly dumb jokes about how all was well when all was very fucking clearly not well. so i had this ritual almost every day for like a whole summer and i just remembered that.

╰ ❀.`hamilton lyrics part 1.
  • ❝ this kid is insane, man. ❞
  • ❝ the world's gonna know your name. ❞
  • ❝ there's a million things i haven't done ; but just you wait. ❞
  • ❝ you gotta fend for yourself. ❞
  • ❝ in new york you can be a new man. ❞
  • ❝ you never learned to take your time! ❞
  • ❝ will they know what you overcame? ❞
  • ❝ will they know you rewrote the game? ❞
  • ❝ the world will never be the same. ❞
  • ❝ me? i died for him / i loved him / i trusted him / i'm the damn fool that shot him. ❞
  • ❝ i got out of sorts with a buddy of yours. ❞
  • ❝ i may have punched him. ❞
  • ❝ it's a blur, sir. ❞
  • ❝ he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid. ❞
  • ❝ it was my parents' dying wish before they passed. ❞
  • ❝ god i wish there was a war! ❞
  • ❝ then we could prove we're worth more than anyone bargained for. ❞
  • ❝ can i buy you a drink? ❞
  • ❝ talk less, smile more. ❞
  • ❝ fools who run their mouths often wind up dead. ❞
  • ❝ who's the best? c'est moi! ❞
  • ❝ if you stand for nothing, what'll you fall for? ❞
  • MY SHOT:
  • ❝ i am not throwing away my shot! ❞
  • ❝ i'm just like my country, i'm young, scrappy, & hungry! ❞
  • ❝ i got a lot of brains, but no polish. ❞
  • ❝ meanwhile, __ keeps shittin' on us endlessly. ❞
  • ❝ there will be a revolution in this century! ❞
  • ❝ don't be shocked when your history book mentions me. ❞
  • ❝ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ❞
  • ❝ you and i. do or die. ❞
  • ❝ if you talk, you're gonna get shot. ❞
  • ❝ i think your pants look hot. ❞
  • ❝ __, i like you a lot. ❞
  • ❝ i never had a group of friends before. ❞
  • ❝ i promise that i'll make you proud. ❞
  • ❝ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory, when's it gonna get me? ❞
  • ❝ i never thought i'd live past twenty. ❞
  • ❝ for the first time, i'm thinking past tomorrow. ❞
  • ❝ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight. ❞
  • ❝ and when our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow there'll be more of us. ❞
  • ❝ daddy said to be home by sundown. ❞
  • ❝ daddy doesn't need to know. ❞
  • ❝ look around, the revolution is happening in new york! ❞
  • ❝ it's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore. ❞
  • ❝ remind me what we're looking for... ❞
  • ❝ i'm looking for a mind at work. ❞
  • ❝ excuse me miss, i know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞
  • ❝ ah, so you've discussed me! ❞
  • ❝ i'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me! ❞
  • ❝ look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now! ❞
  • ❝ history is happening in manhattan, and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world! ❞
  • ❝ we hold these truths to be self - evident, that all men are created equal! ❞
  • ❝ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❞
  • ❝ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ❞
  • ❝ it's hard to listen to you with a straight face! ❞
  • ❝ chaos and bloodshed already haunt us. ❞
  • ❝ honestly, you shouldn't even talk. ❞
  • ❝ my dog speaks more eloquently! ❞
  • ❝ you say the price of my love's not a price you're willing to play. ❞
  • ❝ why so sad? ❞
  • ❝ we made an arrangement when you went away, now you're making me mad. ❞
  • ❝ remember despite our estrangement, i'm your man. ❞
  • ❝ you'll be back. ❞
  • ❝ we have seen each other through it all. ❞
  • ❝ when push comes to shove, i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ❞
  • ❝ don't change the subject, 'cause you're my favorite subject. ❞
  • ❝ i will fight the fight & win the war. ❞
  • ❝ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞
27 April, 2017: *confused honking*

Some people (and by “some people,” I mean exclusively my mother) have been wondering, “Where on Earth has he been?” Yes, yes. I have been working sixteen-hour shifts for the past… Uh… Well, I’m not too sure how long it’s been, to be perfectly honest. When you’ve got a zoo full of wonders, laughter, and horrors, you just kinda forget about that funny thing called time.

For our long-distance guests (yes, YOU!), you’ll all be happy to learn the park and her inhabitants been doing wonderfully – flourishing, even. It’s a little strange, actually. Some days I wonder what’d happen if we just killed all the barriers and let the animals roam amongst themselves… It’d be an expensive science project, indeed. Even with our mile-long laundry list, I think our animals have all pretty much fallen into the swing of things. They’re celebrities. And, like every celebrity, all circumstantial events and planning revolves around them. Satiated for the time being, I do believe it’s time to shed some light on what we’ve been working so hard on planning and integrating:

Our spinosaurid enclosures – Deadly Shores – and the Campanian Plains (hadrosaurs…hadrosaurs everywhere – and a random ceratopsid) are ready to receive visitors this weekend!

Some may wonder – “Your first dinosaur was a Suchomimus. Why on Earth did it take so long to put these things on display?” To which, I respond: “Ever try to make a Suchomimus and a Spinosaurus play nice?” The logistics of housing so many large theropods (that are not a family unit) in such close quarters had our engineers and behaviorists scratching their heads. Original plans called for a loosely-partitioned wetland. Some in upper management wanted full integration between all the spinosaurs. Back and forth, back and forth. We’ve come to a lovely middle ground that I think you’ll all appreciate!

As for the Campanian Plains, our experimental guest-to-animal interaction technology has finally been greenlit by our behaviorists! Callboxes on tall observation decks will allow our visitors to “talk” to the chatty Parasaurolophus!

Aren’t they handsome?

One of our biggest issues was sorting out the meaning behind every para call we’ve cataloged for this project (can you imagine what’d happen if every honk in our callboxes caused a stampede?). For months, I’ve been sitting with other ornithodira handlers watching candid footage of our parasaurs filmed from drones, security cameras, and what have you to see which behaviors followed each call. Many cups of coffee and greasy boxes of pizza were consumed.

Thank you so much for giving us such wonderful feedback and comments! I heard we’ve broken the 500-follower mark.

And by that, I mean I was the one who had to tackle the kulinda carrying the banner.

- Erick

Beach Day!

(This is my first Snowbaz one shot thing I’ve ever posted on here. I’m hella scared because every writer in this fandom is insanely amazing at writing these hELP I’M nOt GooD eNouGh) ((this is also me practicing how to write these characters accurately))

Summary: Simon, Baz, Penny and Micah all go to the beach together, and it’s the first time Simon has ever been.


“Spell me up, then we’re ready to go!” I say, sliding my brand new sunglasses onto my face, flashing a toothy grin at Penny. She rolled her eyes, reaching behind me to grab her wand off the table to spell my wings and tail back into my body.

“You don’t need to put your sunglasses on yet, dumbass.” Baz didn’t bother to look up from his phone as he spoke. His and Penny’s sunglasses rested atop their heads, pulling their hair away from their face. I pouted, and Baz tore his gaze away from his shiny device for a moment, “we’re not even outside yet.”

“Exactly,” Penny muttered under her breath, agreeing with Baz as she walked slowly around me, examining the freckled skin of my back to make sure my dragon ‘accessories’ were completely invisible.

“Come on, aren’t you guys excited?” I pushed the protective eye-wear up onto my head as well, glancing around at them both expectantly. Baz’s gaze remained on the screen of his iPhone, and Penny wandered away to grab her beach-bag.

“It’s just the beach, Snow.” Baz reminded me, but that only caused another toothy and juvenile grin to spread across my face.

“Well, I’m a beach virgin, unlike you two.” I reached behind me and grabbed the sunscreen off the table, squirting some into my hand and rubbing it over my tawny skin.

“Simon, that’s like, the fifth layer of sunscreen you’ve lathered yourself in!” Penny scolded me, snatching the bottle out of my hand. I only turned around and smiled again in excitement, ignoring her. I’ve never been to the beach before; I couldn’t help but be giddy. I can only imagine the cold blue waves crawling up shore and how the sand will feel beneath my feet and in between my toes. I get to experience it for the first time with Baz and Penny in California of all places!

“Can we go?! Please, please, please,” I shook Penny by the shoulders eagerly and Baz looked up with an amused smirk. “Let’s go.” Baz said, switching his phone off and putting it in his shorts’ pocket. He wore a black tank top and his swim-shorts, which I forced him to put on. He said he wasn’t planning on swimming because he hates the ocean, but I hope he knows I’ll be pulling him in nonetheless. Better equipped than in his clothes.

We all trailed in a line into the elevator and through the main doors, and I was practically shaking in excitement, sliding my sunnies back onto my eyes, even though we were just walking to Micah’s car. The drive from our hotel to the beach wasn’t far.

Micah was waiting for us by the car, so when Micah saw Penny, he greeted her with a kiss. Just when I thought she was going to pull away, she only leaned in. The kiss lasted longer than I wanted it to. I subtly scoffed, rolling my eyes and turning around, only to have Baz appear behind me and pull me in for a kiss by the collar of my top. He purposely made low moaning sounds which resulted in Penny and Micah pulling away from each other to look at us. I darted my gaze to them without turning my head, as it was difficult when being suffocated within Baz’s affection, (not that I minded or anything). Penny rolled her eyes and Micah blushed. Baz then pulled away, laughing at his own mockery of the two.

“We can do that too, remember?” He smirked and walked around to the other side of the car, opening the door and hopping in. Penny sighed, looking apologetically at Micah who still had a pink tint to his cheeks as he got in the driver’s seat and Penny in the passenger’s.

I got in the back with Baz. I leaned forward and rested my hands on the sides of the seat in front of me, smiling giddily once again as Micah put on his sunnies and began driving toward the beach.

“Sit back,” Baz scolded me, and I moue as I move back, resting my back against the seat as I should.

When we arrived at the beach, I basically sprung out of the car so quickly, Baz got a puff of air in his face as I ran past him to get my things. I stole the bag out of Penny’s hand, taking my towel and racing toward the sand. I quickly laid the towel down and kicked my thongs off, placing my sunglasses down and throwing my shirt off, proceeding to dart toward the water, ignoring all the odd looks I was getting from everyone that I scurried past like a madman.

My feet touched the water and it was and lovely as it ran over my hot feet. I scampered further into the water and saw a big wave coming right towards me, and I welcomed it with open arms. The water started to get a little cooler, but not by that much.

“Simon, the water is-!” I heard Baz yell, and just as I was about to turn around, I was completely engulfed in the enormous wave. As soon as the wave passed and reached the shore to decrease in size, I shot up from the water in a big breath, wrapping my arms around myself and rushing back up the sand in fright. It was freezing! I was running in stomps, so heavily that my feet sank a little into the softer sand, which hitched me backward and forward again like a spring, and I landed face first onto the grainy surface.

“Cold.” I heard Baz say, but I could hear that he was about to burst into obnoxious laughter.

I tore my face away from the sand, and it all stuck to my skin. I looked up slowly, my face contorted in disgust and uncomfortableness.

Baz exploded into laughter. His obnoxious, snorty and juvenile laugh bellowed around the massive open space, causing people to stare. He clutched his stomach and his eyes were screwed shut. I wiped my eyes, but it didn’t help, only made it worse as the sand had stuck to my hands too. I then just stood up slowly, shaking my head a little bit so I could manage to open my eyes. Baz was almost on the floor in cackling laughter, and I swear I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

“Shut up!” I hissed, but he didn’t hear me, only laughed more. I turned around and shyly walked back towards the water with my head down. People were giggling and chuckling at me.

After washing my face and hands off, I made sure to lightly walk back up to Baz’s body which now was heaving up and down as he tried to recompose himself. He wiped underneath his eyes, sighing to finish off his laughter. I scowled at him, completely unamused.

“That was gold.” He wiped his eyes again as he quietly said to himself. He opened his eyes and the smile was slowly wiped off his face as his gaze travelled down the length of my body. I smirked because I knew I’d always distract him this way. I took this opportunity to sassily walk past him, going back toward where our towels were laid down. Micah and Penny sat on one of the three towels. Penny sat in between Micah’s legs as he played with her hair. She quietly snuggled up to him, reading her book with her sunglasses and sun-hat on.

Baz had followed me up, pulling his tank-top over his head and sliding his sunglasses down onto his eyes as he took his thongs off, placing them on the left side of his towel and wandering back toward the water.

I watched him as his back muscles contracted and tightened whilst he swung his arms lightly by his sides. He walked about just under knee-length into the water, standing there and looking down at his feet. The sun pelted down onto his pale skin, his black hair contrasting with the pastiness of it. I felt my thoughts drift back and wonder how Baz would look in this position with his original golden-bronze skin colour. I suddenly felt a pang of sadness that he no longer possessed that beautiful colour in his skin because all of his blood was drained and stolen from him at an incredibly young age. I shook the thoughts away and replaced them with a mischievous idea, because now wasn’t the time for sadness. I still loved him, no matter what his skin colour may be.

I took a few moments more to admire how his hair was parted at his nape and how it fell onto either side of his face, his head dropped downwards. It was possibly one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.

I looked over at Penny and Micah, who remained in the same position. Micah seemed to be reading the book over her shoulder, so they were both distracted. This was my chance to carry on with my plan. Who’s plotting now, huh, Baz?

I chuckled to myself quietly, standing up and tip-toeing towards Baz. He seemed to be in a trance. Head down, arms still at his sides.

I managed to make no noise as I approached him. I was about six meters away when I began to pick up speed, running towards him.

“Baz!” I yelled, and before he got the chance to turn around, my arms wrapped around his upper waist as I pounced on him from a few steps away, the impact causing him to let out a shriek as we both fell forward and went underwater. I kept my arms wrapped around him and kept my legs up, piggy-back riding him. Baz then shot up from the cold and salty water just as I did prior, breathing heavily. I smiled into his back, clung onto him as he walked up the sand to get out of the water.

“Simon!” He yelled, and I laughed loudly, hopping off of his back as he spun around to face me. “I didn’t want to get wet!” He whined, and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit more, clutching my stomach just as he did, which I never used to do. I’ve taken in his habits and vice versa. I looked up, recomposing myself as my blonde curls fell wet and stuck to my forehead. His toned muscles were shimmering with the specks of water dripping from and down his skin.

“You little shit,” he growled with a playful smirk, stepping towards me as his tall frame towered over my small one. I took a couple of steps back, holding my hands up in defence. He then snaked his longer arms around my upper waist and hoisted me up. I flailed a little, yelling at him to put me down, until I was cut off by his wet lips crashing onto mine.

Our lips tasted of salt as they danced passionately together. The fact that Baz didn’t care what people thought of us was incredibly attractive.

I let my tongue push itself into his mouth slightly, running it over his bottom lip as he sighed in satisfaction into the kiss, tightening his grip around me when I snaked my arms around his neck, tugging at the wet hair on his nape. When we both ran out of breath, we pulled away with massive smiles on our faces. Swollen lips and flushed cheeks were displayed on both of our faces as he let me down teasingly slow, grabbing my hand and dragging me back up toward Micah and Penny.

I looked around Baz to see that Penny had her phone in her hand, smiling at the screen. That was odd. Micah was right next to her, but he was smiling as well.

“What’re you smiling at?” Baz asked, stealing my thoughts straight from my mind. Traces of the smile were still present on his face from the previous situation. Penny said nothing, only held her phone up to the both of us. Our smiles slowly dropped. Penny had captured a picture of the intimacy that took place between us seconds prior, Baz holding me up as we kissed, our skin and hair contrasting against each other’s beautifully as the blue waves, white sand and bright sun added to the flawless picture’s background.

I turned my head to look at Baz, and a small smile tugged at his lips as he examined the picture. He looked at peace for once, staring at the photograph. I boldly reached up to cup his cheeks and turn his head in my direction. He was taken aback as I stood up on my tippy-toes, pressing our lips together and closing my eyes as he let his hands lightly go around to hold my waist so gently, it was as if he held me any harder, I would break.

Times like these were cherished.

Merlin, am I living a charmed life. 

Describe Your OC - Rythlen

For @siriusdraws XD I get to practice writing this time.


A bit on the lower/deeper end, with smooth even tones. I’m leaning towards Claudia Kim, especially in her role as Khutulun. Though faceclaim Bridget Regan’s voice is good too. 


Gentle, sometimes tinged with sadness. Rythlen smiles easily, but very few can bring out the kind of smile that reaches the ends of her eyes.

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Shore Leave: Mini-Series Masterlist

So I gave this series an actual name now. 

Jim x Reader x Leonard

Warnings for entire series: nsfw, smut, mfm, oral, anal, threesome, double penetration. 

Summary: It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey

Part Two- Surprise

Part Three - Beautiful

Part Four - Screwed

braekker  asked:

hi there!!! it's soko from midlincrs ^^ my thought: we are all flawed, but really that's what makes us human. hope you're having a lovely day <33

hi soko!! it’s so nice to see you, I love your blog so much, you’re one of my inspos :)) and your thought is lovely and I completely agree! Thank you, I hope you’re having a lovely day too!


  • Secrets of the Castle - John Williams
  • Samwise The Brave - Howard Shore
  • Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra
  • Single Ladies - Beyonce
  • Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

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“We were working together, we were exploring the concept of a dream within a dream. I kept pushing things, I wanted to go deeper and deeper, I wanted to go further. I just didn’t understand the concept, that hours could turn into years down there, that we could get trapped so deep that when we….when we wound up on the shore of our own subconscious we lost sight of what was real. It wasn’t so bad at first feeling like gods. The problem was knowing that none of it was real. Eventually it just became impossible for me to live like that.”

Muke! Clingy Pt.2

Part 1

Words: 1.8K

Warning: Smut

Requested: YES SO MANY.

Summary: After what happened last time…Luke has been ignoring Michael….dun dun dun Also most of this was written by @madaboutmichael who you should follow because she’s amazing!!

*Michaels POV*

It had been a week. A week since Luke told me. I still didn’t know how I felt. It wasn’t something that I had eve thought about. Sure the fans ship us and we’d had interview where we’d been asked about it but I just wasn’t sure. I had thought about it, over this week that is. Luke went from clingy to completely avoiding me and it was pissing me off.

Me and Ashton were sitting by the pool in the hotel as we had it to ourselves. Luke went out with his girlfriend, yes after what happened Luke was still with her and I don’t know why since he said he loved me. Maybe I’m a bit jealous but you would be to if the person you loved admitted there feelings and then went back to there plan B. Wait. Do I love Luke? No, I’m not gay I’m defiantly into girls..but that night with Luke..No. I sighed running my hands through my hair. Why was this so difficult.

“Whats difficult?” Ashton said whilst squirting sun cream into his hand. I didn’t realise I had said that out loud. I thought of telling Ashton my problems because he’s always been like a older brother, a agony aunt, but decided against it.

“Nothing” I mumbled taking off my t-shirt.

“Is it Luke?” He asked, I shot my head up looking at him questionably.

“W-what, what about Luke?”

“The fact he’s completely in love with you and you’re confused”

“How did you know?”

“He tells me everything”

“Oh” I sighed looking into the pool.

“So, do you love him?”

“I don’t know what love is”

“Well, Love is when you can’t get the other person out of your head, when you love everything about them all there insecurities and imperfections. When you’re completely draw to them and being without them hurts, now I’m not a genius but I know Luke feels that way and this week has been hard for him” Ashton stood up making his way inside the hotel, just as Luke walked out. He was wearing his blue swim shorts with black flowers on. He look so pretty. He was hiding away his tummy as he got into the pool slowly. He was such a beautiful human. I walked over to the other edge of the pool sliding in. Luke was doing laps and so he passed me.

“Luke” I whispered as he got close to me

“Yes Mikey” he said turing around from swimming away

“Why have you been avoiding me?” I asked, he swam closer to me and wiped his wet hair back away from his face.

“I thought that would be what you wanted”

“Why would I want my best friend to avoid me?” He sighed and looked at me with glossy eyes

“Because thats all I’ll ever be to you” he spoke softly whilst playing with his hands underwater. I leant against the edge of the pool just admiring him. His blonde hair flat against his forehead. His blue eyes looking into the pool which made his eyes more vibrant blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air. His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colours here and there. His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill- comfortable, warm, familiar. His eyes were that kind of blue. The blue that I was in fact in love with.

“You’re so much more to me Luke”

“W-what?” he stuttered biting his lip and looking at me whilst his lip quivered

“I’m in love with you Luke, I didn't realise at first but Ashton described love and I couldn't help but think of you”

“R-really?” he said letting go of his lip and letting a tear run down his cheek

“Yeah” I smiled, my heart fluttered and he returned the smile and swam up to me placing his hands on my shoulders kissing me. This kiss was different to last this was filled with so much more passion as the fact we both admitted our feelings.

The kiss started to get heated making my member below start to tingle causing me to twitch under Luke’s touch. He must have noticed my sudden movement because he smirked into the kiss as his tongue found mine and glided against it earning a moan from me.

This past while when Luke has been ignoring me, I labelled him as shy and timid when it came to expressing how he felt about us. I think I’ve changed my mind right now. In this moment Luke was dominant and needy. His hand slowly found it way into the waist band of my shorts. Wrapping his long, thin fingers around my throbbing cock. He was teasing me and I loved it. I need him. Not like any other times me have had oral and anal sex. I need him to make love to me, both of us showing each other how much we mean this.

Detaching my lips from luke who whined at the lose of contact however he was now pumping my hard cock quickly in my shorts trying to pull them down. As much as I would love him to fuck me right now in the pool we can’t just public display when Ashton was lurking about.

It was my time to tease “Not here princess” Luke blushed at the pet name I had given him knowing that’s that turns him on. Luke removed his hand from my shorts, then licking my pre cum off his fingers before shoving it into my mouth forcing me to taste myself. It oddly tasted so good which only made me even more horny.

It wasn’t long before we made our way through the house struggling to keep our hands to ourselves. Making it the first bedroom we passed. Locking the door behind us knowing Ashton could walk in at any moment.

I was then pushed onto the bed, landing on my back with Luke straddling my hips, slightly grinding on my now visible erect cock. “Right there baby” I moaned groggily, feeling my breathing hitch loving how Luke makes me feel.

Skipping the foreplay. Our sexual desire too strong for delay. Luke and I was always stimulated enough to jump right in.

Flipping me over on the bed Luke spread my ass cheeks so that he had a clear view of my ball sacks. He grabbed them and started rolling them with the palm of his hands as I reached to pump on my cock.

“NO! Mikey baby, tonight I’m making you feel good, just lay relax and enjoy the pleasure as I insert my huge cock into your ass, sending waves of orgasms though your long beautiful body” I rolled my eyes in pleasure loving the sound of Luke trying to seduce me with his dirty talk.

Before I could react he shoved his large member into my back end. My body jolted and tightened. My eyes squeezed shut as my ass adjusted to his length. Luke was pacing himself gently riding into me, his balls slapping against my skin. I winced in slight pain, Luke slowly stopped pumping into me.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” His once dark eyes were full of lust were not soft and back to their normal crystal blue dazzle. I sucked in a breath. Nodding my head slightly

"I’m adjusting to your length bab-I mean luke, it’s been a while since we last you know” I trailed off feeling embarrassed, I could feel a slight blush creeping on my pale cheeks.

“Call me babe, don’t be embarrassed kitten, I’ll go slower just tell me when it feels good yeah?” Again I nodded softly as Luke inserted his length back into my ass as he slightly creased my ass cheeks in the process. I looked at Luke through my eyelashes watching him put his middle finger and index finger in his mouth as he sucked them to make them moist, then rubbing them over my whole before he penetrated my ass again.

The pain was now lessening with each thrust and I was move over powered with waves of pleasure. “L-lu-kkee right there. Yes fuck me in the ass like that” a sensation flushing over my whole body as he slapped my ass again this time with force. I was sure he was going to leave his handprint. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as I reached my high. “Babe I’m going to cum” my stomach knotted as I reached my climax orgasming over Luke’s stiff cock. I couldn’t control my moans of pleasure, Luke sucked his thumb before he put it into my mouth to stop me from moaning too loud Incase Ashton heard us but even his thumb couldn’t stop the moans from escaping

“Shhh baby, we’ve got to be quiet”

I was a moaning mess, laying limb under Luke as I finished cumming multiple times, he also release all his juices into me.

I didn’t want to be the one receiving all the pleasure and wanted to somewhat return the favour. Luke pulled out of me and started tugging on his own cock. I nodded my head and bit my lip getting down in front of him gently stroking his long, hard erect penis before I took as much of him as I could in my mouth, bobbing my head forward and back, moaning as I tasted the left over cum from his last orgasm.

Luke’s legs started to give in as he was reaching his high, I was starting to take him all in my mouth, gagging but composting myself adding pressure to his penis as I sucked and swirled my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck Michael, you take me so good” he grabbed the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair gaining control of my movement, back and forward. Back and forward.

I felt his penis throbbing in my mouth, preparing myself to swallow his load.

“IM GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH FUCK!” He screeched. I didn’t remove his member from my mouth wanting to swallow his juices. He released inside my mouth. I removed his cock from my mouth and slowly pumped out his high.

After we were finished, we lay on the bed naked tangled in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. We heard a knock on the door and a twist on the doorknob.

“Hey guys, I went out for an hour with Calum,  I’m going to head to bed, it’s been a long day” he shouted through the door

Wait Ashton wasn’t here this whole time. Did he know what happened between us? I’m thankful he left for a while because tonight was the best night of my life.

“Now Princess, i’m going to make you feel good ok”

“O-ok” Luke stutterd. I kissed his lips and down his smooth pale body. 

The Hammock (Jumin x MC)

You and Jumin are on vacation when he comes across a hammock for the first time. 

Word Count:505

I love hammocks so much oh my god. Even though my only experience with them was when I was 6 and my friend and I were messing with it and she started spinning me and I lauNCHED INTO THE MUD. Anyhow, I hope you like this and have a lovely day! 


You pulled back the sliding glass door to your hotel room, finding your husband examining the quaint hammock near the shore. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked, eyeing him with amusement. 

“I’ve never been on one of these before,” Jumin replied. “I hear they’re rather comfortable.” 

He nodded, slowly beginning to sit down, his breath hitching as it shifted with the sudden movement. 

You held back laughter, watching as he moved into a laying position. “You’ve really never been in one of these before?” 

“Not that I can recall.” He remarked, awkwardly turning about. “Have you?” 

“I had one in my backyard growing up!” You exclaimed, drawing your feet across the sand. “I used to love just laying in it and staring at the sky.” 

“You did?” He cocked his head back towards you, smiling gently. 

“I did, it was aways so comforting.” You hummed, now standing beside him. You pointed upwards at the sky. “I bet at night this would be stunning, don’t you think?” 

“Absolutely.” He sighed. “But I can think of one thing that would make it even better.” 

You raised a curious eyebrow, scrunching up your nose. “And what’s that?” 

He wound his arm around your waist, pulling you onto the hammock with him. 

You let out a bit of a squeak, landing beside him. 

“You, of course.” 

Your cheeks lit up into a bright red, burying your face into the crook of Jumin’s neck. 

You murmured a few incoherent words, trying to ignore your speedily beating heart. 

“What was that?” He chuckled softly, his eyes painted with adoration as he looked at you. “I didn’t quite hear you.” 

You barely managed to lift your head, puffing your cheeks indignantly as you couldn’t hide your flustered expression. “O-Only if you’re t-there with me.” 

His eyes widened, the surprise from your words leaving him speechless for a moment. 

And then, gratitude melted onto him.

“What?” You frowned. “D-Did I do something?” 

He eventually let out a deep breath, pressing his forehead against yours. “No love, you didn’t.” His shoulders dropped, a crooked grin stretching on his lips.”Sometimes I’m just a bit in awe that I managed to have someone as amazing as you in my life.”  

You softened, tenderly kissing his nose. “You’re just as wonderful. I’d say you’re nothing short of a blessing in fact.” 

He shook his head in disbelief, pulling you closer to him as though he never wanted to let you go. “Thank you, darling.” 

“For what?” 

“For coming into my life.” 


Haven’t done one of these in years, what! Tagged by @mformello (thanks!!)

Name: My first name is Thea, but I never go by that so please don’t use it

Nicknames: Masha (nickname on my middle name) mashi/mash, the class bitch according to people on twitter (what what who said that) and Little My (like the moomin character)

Zodiac sign: Gemini, although someone told me I was also a Sagittarius? I don’t get astrology so I don’t understand anyways

Sexual orientation: Bi or pan i guess? i don’t care about gender basically 

Nationality: English and Swedish, england atm

Favourite fruit: cherries or persimmon

Favorite season: in Sweden, winter, in  pretty much any other country summer/autumn

Favorite book: KAFKA ON THE SHORE BY MURAKAMI ITS SO GOOD (Also crime and punishment by Dostoyevsky cause that’s my first favourite book)

Favorite flower: Pansy and honeysuckle

Favorite scent: Cinnamon, aloe vera, good coffee, bonfires, mint

Favorite color: dark green 

Favorite animal: All types of cats

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Mocha, best of both worlds, or plain black coffee

Average hours of sleep: 6 hours atm

Cat or dog person: Cats, although I’ve noticed I’m very good with dogs, just don’t like them too much

Favorite fictional character[s]: that could go on forever?? Oshima and Kafka (from Kafka on the shore), Margot and Chiyoh from Hannibal NBC, back in the days it was Draco from Harry Potter, Audrey and jerry Horne from twin peaks (just all David Lynch characters in general) , and then some weeb shit, Mello from death note, nezumi from no. 6, asuka from nge, Yurio from yoi basically any character that isn’t inherently evil but causes a lot of trouble, because same

Number of blankets you sleep with: One

Dream trip: Really wanna go to the US, mainly the north west coast but I’ve got distant relatives in Boston so it would be cool to visit the east as well but it’s KINDA far between so I’d have to go twice,  I’ve always said I want to see a ballet at the Mariinsky theatre so that first I suppose!

Blog created: this one around 4 years ago but had another for like 3 years before that..

Number of followers: 698 haha a lot of them never interact with me in any way since I changed from aesthetic blogging lol

I CHOOSE YOU! ((I pretty much never speak to anyone on here, is that bad? I’ll just go with some of my most active mutuals, only do it if you wanna!))

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Things that happened last night

After realizing I’ve ignored my poor A-Side Pandaren rogue once again, I sit down and I do a couple LFR runs with him. Gotta keep going on the Trial of Valor set, after all.

The thing is that I don’t play Dao much. I very much do not feel like getting a fourth character involved Broken Shore, and I cannot for the life of me get a darn trinket to drop (he had a 785 from questing to pair with an 835. This game, I swear >.<). So I decide to do some of the world quests in Val'sharah.

Get the reward from the Dreamweavers and what do I get?

Kil'jaeden’s Burning Wish. A legendary trinket.

…That’s legendary #6, but it’s my first for my poor rogue.

Now if I could just get one for my warrior…

Mermaid Jackie is finally finished and I’m glad how it turns out, especially this is the first time I colored an underwater background this complicated. 

So many of the fans speculated that Jackie might be from another dimension most likely due to her eye color is completely unique from the rest of the background characters and her powers might be connected to her shell she wore on her neck all the time. 

In this piece Marco had an accident when he acted too reckless on a boat to show how much he love anything dangerous and Jackie was the one who brought him back to shore. Before she left Marco caught a slight glimpse of her before he regain consciousness. A year later when he saw her again Marco develop a crush on her believing she’s the same girl that saved his life.

However since it’s not been proven whether she is a mermaid from another dimension or any of this had happened I’d like to consider this as my own personal head canon on Jackie’s first encounter with Marco.

One Foot in Sea & One on Shore, Pt. I

“Perhaps you should marry Lord Enjolras and have done with it,” Azelma says slyly, and their aunt and cousin laugh.

“Feh,” Éponine says, wrinkling her nose. “We’d murder each other within the day, and who will be your maid of honor then? No, sister,” she says, pressing a fond kiss to her forehead, “I will have no husband and be glad of it.”

A Much Ado About Nothing É/E AU for the wonderful, courageous, hilarious, beautiful Rachel. Happy belated birthday, my darling! I hope this year treats you as well as you have treated me. :)

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i told my therapist about you
in a dimly lit room, with the sound of her pen taping against her page
like a metronome to the words i was about to say
i told my therapist about the ways you contoured me
how we were like the tide and the moon, you controlled how i moved
in and out of the shore, as if every movement i made determined the sand the next day
i told my therapist about the conjunction that you left in my mind
there was never not two things happening at the same time
my body became a paradox, fighting every which way it wanted to turn
every word you said and every expression you made, was impressed in my memory
this made it so much harder for me to forget how you stayed
when i finally stopped, and gave myself the chance to breathe for the first time in a long time
she lowered her pen, which i had never not seen in motion and she said
“you are strong, wise and young, do not let him become the wind that moves your ship’s direction"
—  m.g “i told my therapist about you”