i never tire of the the sea

Lyrics written by Namjoon

Because he didn’t only write “I’mma beat that p*ssy like you never ever felt before”

-“Having tight schedules Even tough i’m tired,I smile
Cause in a family called bangtan i’m a not an only child”
-Unpack Your Bags

-”I can be assigned to many places,
But why can’t I find the real me anywhere?”-
So 4 More

-”I don’t know whether I’ve lost the way
or whether from the beginning I was lost
even when I’m with someone, one corner of my heart is lonely”
-Adrift

-”This sea is too deep
Still, I’m lucky
Because even if I cry, no one would know”
-Whalien 52

-“Never be late to do what you wanna do right now
Because at one point of someday,
Everything you did
Would be exactly what you will be” -
O,RUL8,2?

-”Thank you for letting me be me
For helping me fly
For giving me wings
For straightening me out
For waking me from being suffocated
For waking me from a dream which was all I was living in" -SAVE ME

-”I just wanted to succeed
the words I tediously heard from others were only that
I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness
but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment
Without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook
My identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass”
-Voice

-“The grown-ups confess
That we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion
Then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There’s no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me,
Living the life of a puppet
Who will take responsibility?”
-N.O

-”Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away,
if you ain’t no got the guts, trust”
-Tomorrow 

-”I empty my drink but it gets filled with loneliness […]
All I did was color you in my white, blank paper
But then I realized, it already became a finished picture”
-Hold me tight

-”Hey you, who’s looking over the Han River
If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?
Or maybe we bumped into each other in our past life
Maybe we bumped into each other countless times”
-Reflection

-”My mother said the sea is blue
She said to let out your voice as far as you can
But what to do, it’s so dark and there are only different whales
speaking entirely different words”
-Whalien 52

-”The media and adults say we don’t have willpower
condemning us like stocks
Why are they killing us before we can even try
Why are you hanging your head and accepting it already?” -Dope

-”Life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death
Even light is treasured more when there’s darkness
The sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm”
-Life

-”Let’s be happy, let’s be happy
Even if we live with these heavy words in our mouths every day
To be honest, I still don’t know
Why am I often lonely”
-Adrift

-“I’m living to understand the world, 
But why hasn’t this world tried to understand me”
-Always

-”Back then I thought this was a big place
But my ambition grew too big
That big house became too small now”
-Move

-“In the darkness,
People look happier than the day
Everyone else knows where they’re supposed to be
But only I walk without purpose”
-Reflection

-”Outside was a whole battlefield so I bring out the chopper
Every night inside me I quietly fight with myself
My heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back
While saying that I became a moron after joining a company”
-Awakening

-”It’s just one life
Who are you living for?
My heart stopped when I was nine or ten
Put your hand on your heart
and ask what you dream was
What is really was”
-O,RUL8,2?  

*This was Sarah for you daily Namnam appreciation

(cred to Lynn and papercrowns!)

So from what I can tell:

  • Kaltenecker is alive and well bless, something good to come out from this show since s2
  • I want about 10 of those same creatures that attacked shiro because I want to feed them biscuits
  • Keith’s mom seems to be hanging back
  • Lance has his own seaspace horse
  • Shay and Allura are married
  • That one BoM galra is a big motherfucker and I want him to hug me, killing me instantly.
  • Hunk has a fangirl and she’s pretty cute
  • Kaltenecker looks fucking tired are you okay baby? Keith weighs like 2lbs you can’t be tired from that.
  • Sea creatures everywhere???
  • Laika’s still looking gorgeous and compared to Lance she’s fucking godzilla fucking damn. Need me a pupper like that.
  • Baby taujeer??? Fuck he cute????? Like a little slug on momma fuck.
  • Galra paul blart’s still here
  • My mermaid daughters are still alive and well everyone is okay
  • There’s a bunch of sea themed aliens so I automatically expect more Lance so they better fucking deliver
  • Haggar’s tryna be edgy and not show her face
  • Lance let his boyfriend ride his cow???? Goals honestly.
  • Thace is alive because good and pure things never fucking die
  • Shlav is canon????
  • Emo edgy mall teen is here apparently
  • There’s some galra looking dude top right that looks like he may have some significance to future episodes
  • Jellyfish fucking everywhere man
  • Hunk is still a shining beacon of light and hope and made a new chef friend
  • Seriously I know it smells like some kinda fish market
  • Apparently the two posters from s2 and this one go together to fit a lion in the bg so maybe they’ll do some gravity falls shit and form fucking voltron like that by the end of s8.
  • I’m convinced they are inside an aquarium
Pierce The Veil Things I Will Never Get Tired Of:

• The beginning of The Balcony Scene
• The screaming in I’d Rather Die than be Famous
• WONDERLESS
• Jaime’s blonde streak
• Guitars in Besitos
• “You know the only way to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new distracts the old”
• Southern Constellations
• “sUUUUNSHINEE”
• Jeremy McKinnon’s parts in Caraphenelia
• “mexicore”
• Crying during Stay Away from my Friends
• “Can we create something beautiful and DESTROOOY IT?”
• The bridge in The Sky Under The Sea
• Mike’s lip piercing
• Vic bringing fans on stage during Bulletproof Love
• Beginning of Hell Above
• EVERYTHING ABOUT KING FOR A DAY
• Vocals in Props & Mayhem
• THE FIRST PUNCH
• Those vocal effects in Hold On Till May
• Tony’s stretched ears
• Verse 1 of Dive In
• Guitars in Texas Is Forever
• “I’m mastering the art of miracles and flawless tragedies”
• The acoustic version of Today I Saw The Whole World

Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore you Ivar x Reader’s!

Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.

Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.

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“This is delicious.“  Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook it or the slaves?”

You smiled at him. “I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”

“And you think I do?” He replied with grin.

“Well, I don’t know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”

“Of course not. I just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having servants tending to all my wishes.”

“Is that not what you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the table.

He groaned and threw one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”

You ducked under the flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the next few weeks.”

“Then maybe you should change your mind and come with me.”

Your grin faded and you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else to take care of him.”

“I know. But I will miss you.”

You reached across the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

He placed his hand on yours. “Always.”

You smiled at each other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so many times in the past.

After a while Ivar broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of the forest.”

“I’ve been helping your brother.”

“Which brother?” He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.

“Ubbe.”

“Why are you spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his tone now clearly annoyed.

You rolled your eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of his brothers.

“He is building a house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.

“If you help him with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”

“We’ve been cutting trees.”

“And was Margrethe also there?”

“No she wasn’t. She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were starting to lose your patience.

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting trees?”

“What else would we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out louder and more angry than you had intended.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind. How could he dare to accuse you of such things?

“You know what, Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone else because I’m really tired of it.”

You saw Ivar’s eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but it was too late to take them back.

Ivar leaned over the table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.

You also leaned forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were taught to never let your fear show.

“I don’t belong to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his words.

You could see him clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could react his hand closed around your throat.

“You are mine.” He repeated, voice shaking with anger.

You tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face, then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.

“Y/N, I….”

As the fear left your body the anger came back.

“Get out of here.” You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.

“Y/N…”

“OUT! NOW!”



You had made sure he had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

But as the weeks passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you ever had.

One evening you were sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and sink into his arms but you still  weren’t sure if you had forgiven him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he gained back control and his grin only grew wider.

“Are you not going to ask me in?”

“Where’s the point when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“We just arrived about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can command me to do anything!”

His grin came back to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

He was right. Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him, eyes blazing with anger.

“Don’t you dare to tell me what I want.”

His grin didn’t fade one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N. There’s no point in denying that.”

You hated him so much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of you.

“Get off me!” You hissed and pushed against his chest.

Ivar just smirked at you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.

He chuckled at you. “See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want anyways.”

You gave him an angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.

“You still want me to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“No.” You admitted.

“What do you want me to do then?”

You smiled and lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He gave you a nod as if to say See, it wasn’t that hard. Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down and bit your shoulder.

“Keep looking at me.” He cooed.

As you opened your eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard. It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able to push himself into your depths with even more force than before. With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.

“You know you are mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.

“Yes Ivar, I’m all yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make you scream out his name.

You know you are close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge. Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to move, bodies sticky with sweat.

As your breathing slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.

All you can manage is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

At the moment, there is nothing I crave more than to travel. And the desire to see the different parts of our planet actually causes me a physical pain in my chest
It doesn’t even has to be the world, just crossing a few borders around and seek for adventures would be enough.
I want to spend a late afternoon at Montmartre in Paris, with the sun rich and heavy, admiring the art of unknown artists and re-reading Patrick Süskind’s “Perfume”, sitting on the steps in front of Sacré-Cœur and taking in the sight of the city as a whole.
I want to go back to London to sit at Trafalgar Square and listen to the best street band I have ever seen, to spend hours and hours at Camden Market and find beautiful vinyls in old record stores.
Let me visit Amsterdam another time because my heart will never grow tired of this place with its canals that resemble a net of veins, pumping art through the whole city.
I want to spend more hours at the Van Gogh Museum, sitting in front of the Almond Blossoms and getting inspired.
But most of all, more than anything, I want be by the sea, breathing in the heavy scent of salty water and wet sand, reading crime novels and writing poetry, the infinity of the ocean reminding my that I am, in fact, free.
That somehow, my wish to travel and escape everything else will always work out in the end.
—  // in my native language, there is the bitter sweet word “Fernweh” which does not have an English translation but means something like “distance pain” and (metaphorically) describes that almost painful feeling in your chest when you think of all the places you want to visit or just generally feel the desire to travel
j.d.m.
BTS reaction to coming home to their GF sleeping from a tiring flight (they didn’t know she was coming)

Anonymous said :

Can you please do bts react to coming home from their practice and seeing their s/o sleeping from a tired flight across the sea to see their boyfriend?? (Idk if this makes sense)


Hi cutie~thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it >< .

Jin :

He had never seen you face to face before since you are his web girlfriend . you once told him that you had the habit of talking in your sleep ,so when he entered the house he heard mumbles of a sleeping person ..so fast your words popped up in his head so he smiled with no control ,he expected that he was another sleepy member ,so he walked slowly toward it to wake him up and make him sleep on his bed ..and when he saw you ,he waited no second to open his eyes widely and try to stop his laugh full of joy ,his happiness reach its limit but ..he would be so patient so you would rest and be comfortable .

Suga :

You told him that you had to attend the college in UK since it’s your dream ,and he didn’t stop you ! ..your dreams are his dreams .So when he saw you sleeping on the couch he couldn’t resist but smiled till his ears as he knew you were crazy but cute  enough to take a break and come to see him when he told you he had bad times and the manager is being firm with him ..you were so helpful to him ,and that moment he was super appreciative! .taking a flight for 16 hours and freezing your classes just to be by his side would make him fall in love deeper than he had ever been .

Rap Monster :

He had seen you on FaceTime only ,so meeting you was his biggest dream ,and you made it come true on his birthday ! ..he came home and saw a simple design with balloons and a cake written on it “for my lovely joonie” ..he took like two minutes to realize what was happening ,and when he saw you ,he needed another minute to accept the reality that you are really in front of him ..and you just woke up by his mumbles while he was saying “what the hell? ..why ? ..she’s here ?…how ?…wow !…is she real ?..do I have a fever ? ..am I ok ? ..did Jin put drugs in that soup or what ?” although you hugged him ,but I think he would be shocked till the next day .

J-hope :

This fluff boy won’t wait any second to be over excited and fangirl over the fact that you are there for him ,he just sat near you and started kissing your face and every inch of it ..so you would wake up by his moves and just end up cuddling as he can’t let you go after it ! his hug would be tight and the smile won’t leave his face ..while telling you everything happened when you were away .

Jimin :

As soon as he saw you he held back his breath and turned the happiest mochi !..he walked around the sofa ,his eyes spotted at everything that made him feel you were real ..he spent like five minutes just staring at you and your luggage ,and another ten minutes just walking around the house to empty his excitement so he won’t wake you up ..!

V :

This little kid won’t be that gentle ,the second he saw you he started screaming uncontrollably “Y/N !!!! …OHHH MY GOD!!!” ..which made you wake up suddenly as you thought something just happened ,but no ..it was your cute boyfriend jumping on you then pulling in a hug that you felt it took more than three minutes ,he won’t believe the fact and you would feel his happiness just by looking at his red face and teary eyes .

Jungkook :

This savage boy would stare at you in an annoying way ,then he would bite his lip and look away “I was the one who supposed to travel for our anniversary, not her!” ..your anniversary was in the next week and he was planning to give you a surprise and go to see you in your hometown ,but you were faster . You woke up at his words ,smiled and stood on you feet as you felt your head still spinning from that flight ..you mumbled “why so annoyed kookie ? ..did you feel the failure or not ?” You said ,teasing him ..so he looked at you with a serious face “you know it’s my turn this year ..you came the last year too !!” ..your smile faded away and just looked at the ground “ohh ..did I annoy you ?” ..he kept silence for ten seconds ,before smiling and pulling you into a warm hug “you idiot ,yes you are annoying but I missed you so much !”

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-Admin M

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where y/N has failed in something, like her studies or jobs and is really upset about it but doesn't want Harry to see her all broken because you've always been tough around him?

IX “Honesty and Expectations”

It all started since you decided to study overseas. That was both the best and the hardest decision you’ve ever made. Dear Mother had cried until her eyes went dry, your father had cried when nobody was there to look at him… but they supported you. They were so proud of your accomplishments they couldn’t keep quiet. And they wouldn’t want to if they could. How could they? If their little girl was reaching for the stars on her own they wouldn’t shut their damn mouths for good. Not even if someone had paid them a million dollars.

… Well, maybe they could use a million dollars.

Keep reading

ICARUS
sun boy, you make falling like flying. the heat is too much to stand – all the sweat in all the secret places, all the honey-stickiness of summer thunder. i have been warned against too much sun, but i have been locked in the darkest chambers for so long and i have only missed you more. let me scorch my hands on you, slip the burn onto my tongue so the rest of me can glow. i have been waiting for june, but june never comes to me, so i will take myself to him.

APOLLO
my angel, my winged fantasy, take care. i have watched you from a cruel distance and i have only glowed brighter, that i might shed my light on you. do not grow tired of the sky and do not grow careless of it, either. i lie in wait, as all good things do.

ICARUS
my love, i shed my wings and spiral. close enough to touch and yet divided. as in all great romances, i have had my high and now i will have my low. heat is replaced by the bottom of the sea: cool, calm, and irreversible. you are always in the back of my mind, as i see fractions of you soak through the blue blanket of waves above my head – you are everywhere, in everything. love is in all things as well – in me, in my soaring hope and my quiet resolution.

APOLLO
i will remember you. i will make you matter, i will make you of consequence. i will make you immortal.

- the sun and his angel // abby // prompt for anon

Emma and Jules Playlist 2

1. Clarity // Zedd 

“If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?”

2. Bloodstream // Transviolet 

“My pretty blue lips begging take me, I need you in my bloodstream, hold me, break me; my breath is for holding, overdose me, I need you in my bloodstream, hold me, break me, break me”

3. Secret Love Song // Little Mix 

“Why can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftop. I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that, cause I’m yours”

4. Pretending // Glee Cast

“Will we ever have a happy ending or will we forever only be pretending” 

5. Anything Could Happen // Ellie Goulding

“Since we found out that anything could happen, anything could happen…”

6. Heaven in Hiding // Halsey 

“And when you start to feel the rush, a crimson headache, aching blush, and you surrender to the touch, you’ll know”

7. Nobody Like You // Little Mix 

“There’s nobody like you; I’ve tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true; there’s nobody like you; I’m screaming ‘I don’t want you’ but you know that I do”

8. Steamroller // Phoebe Bridgers

“But then I see you, always smiling, makes me wanna touch you, keep from dying; you’re a brother to me, you’re my partner in crime, you’re the feeling I get when I’m feeling fine”

9. Under the Table // Banks

“You’re mine and you know it, I’d still do it even if we were cursed; please tell me that this could be easy, I’m tired of waiting for permission to love”

10. Ribs // Lorde

“You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing ‘til our ribs get tough, though that will never be enough”

11. Middle // DJ Snake

“Staring at two different views on your window ledge; I hope that I can turn back the time to make it all alright for us”

12. Make You Feel My Love // Adele

“The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret, the winds of change are blowing wild and free; go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love”

13. Cool Girl // Tove Lo

“Rules you don’t like, but you’re still gonna keep ‘em; show we can chill, try and keep it platonic, now you can’t tell if I’m really ironic”

14. A World Alone // Lorde

“We’ve got both got a million back habits to kick, not sleeping is one; we’re biting our nails, you’re biting my lip; you’re my best friend and we’re dancing in this world alone”

15. PILLOWTALK // ZAYN

“I love to hold you close, tonight and always, I love to wake up next you; reckless behavior, a place that is so pure, so dirty and raw”

16. Almost is Never Enough // Ariana Grande ft. Nathan Sykes

“Almost is never enough, so close to being in love; if I would have known that you wanted me the way I wanted you then maybe we wouldn’t be two worlds apart, but right here in each other’s arms”

17. Wildfire // Demi Lovato

“Baby, you’re all I need; come now, set me free like a wildfire; breathless, I can’t resist, melt with your scarlet kiss like a wildfire”

18. Malibu // Hole

“Hey, you know what to do; oh baby drive away to Malibu; oceans of angels, oceans of stars, down by the sea is where you drown your scars; I can’t be near you”

19. Perfect // Ed Sheeran

“We were just kids when we fell in love; I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know; I found a love to carry more than just my secrets, to carry love, to carry children of our own; we are still kids but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds”

20. Thinking Bout You // Ariana Grande

“I’m just thinkin’ bout you; got these thoughts in my head, ain’t no way to forget, got me losing my breath, got me losing my breath, nobody got me the way that you did; had my eyes rolling back, had me arching my back, now you love me so good”

I had a bunch of requests for a second one, so here u guys go

You know, I really love the Pirates of the Caribbean world. I love the magic, the voodoo and curses being sea-themed, the sea creatures and I love the characters too. 

But stars am I sick of the stories. I don’t want Jack and a girl/boy lovestory happening because shenanigans. I am tired of some guy who we never heard before coming to get Jack because Jack was an ass to him in the past. 

I know this movie will be the last (according to the trailers for the 5th movie) but you know what kind of stuff I would have loved to see? 

  • sea creatures becoming more of a threat since Calypso is free again (Jack goes to find the (former) Priest and his mermaid (now wife) who help him find Calypso so he can talk to her)
  • someone took Barbossa’s old treasure to become the powerful undead ruler of the seas (classic Disney Villains, hmmm, I miss those) (Barbossa and Jack are once again required to work together, lots of quality banter happens while chasing a villain who pisses them both off)
  • Jack’s dad vanishes and with him the pirate codex (personal conflict for Jack that might give us character development and some more insight on how Jack became who he is today)
  • Angelica uses the voodoo doll of Jack that she still has in some way that gets Jack in a huge amount of trouble. (SERIOUSLY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN THAT SHE STILL HAS THAT THING?) 
  • Elizabeth becoming a pirate herself because she and her son are tired of waiting 10 years to see Will for only a day. (Elizabeth needs to find a ship that can keep up with the Flying Dutchman so she can sail with Will. Maybe their son somehow becomes Jack’s best friend? Someone who knows what to expect from Jack from his mother’s stories? And who is perfectly able to kick Jack’s ass if needed.)

Those are just some ideas and personally would have loved to see either of them as a movie. But no, we are stuck on repeat with the plot of the first movie until the end. :/

Forehead and Chill // BTS’ J-Hope

When the two of you go through your skincare routine together.

[A/N] Inspired by this gif set here

Fluff, humour.
Word Count: 1.6k.



“Toner, serum, moisturizer, then sheet mask?”

“Doesn’t it go toner, serum, mask, and then moisturizer?”

You glance down to see Hoseok squinting at the item in question as though it holds the key to the universe of glowing skin. The bathroom of his one-bedroom apartment is fairly cramped, with hardly enough space for a fully grown man and his stack of frog-print towels which he insists on keeping piled in the corner, but you make do with the limited room by standing between his legs as he perches atop the bathtub rim.

“I’m pretty sure Jin said to use the mask first,” he muses almost to himself, “But then we’d have to wait too long for the essence to dry before putting on the cream…”

“You know what, it probably doesn’t matter,” you point out kindly, readjusting the clips holding back your bangs. “It’s all being slathered on the same place.”

He takes one final look at the instructions before pulling away. “Yeah, you’re right,” he decides, shaking his head. A flop of hair falls into his eyes and he absentmindedly pushes it back. Unlike your hairpins, Hoseok’s choice of accessory is a black headband, positioned carefully over his head to reveal an expanse of skin for the lotion’s taking. You can’t help but feel the warm rush of satisfaction (and perhaps the slightest hint of envy) at the sight of it. Jung Hoseok’s forehead, as is the rest of his glorious self, is simply too spectacular to put into words. “Jin’ll complain that I messed up his perfect routine again, but that’s okay. I’m pretty sure he just makes it up as he goes, anyway.”

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6 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU

word count: 3,325 eyyyy

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of bruises

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“To protect you.”


It had been four days since he’d found you at the abandoned apartment, he always insisted on going out and buying the pair of you takeout alone so you didn’t have to leave the building. Just incase. The two of you had shared a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room with no arguments. Being a true gentleman he insisted on taking the sofa while you had the bedroom to yourself. He never got in your way and you never got in his.
Admittedly you did feel safer with him around, though you still couldn’t wrap your head around why he’d left gang Bangtan in the first place. He had a pretty good life there, even if he was technically a murderer and a sketchy gang member. Why did he give up all of that to just protect you?

A small knock on the bedroom door disturbed your slumber, you’d gone for a nap at 3 o'clock because you found it easier to sleep in the day time. You stirred underneath the red covers until you found the energy to speak,

“Mmm?” You groaned, your voice still weighed down with sleep,

“I need to go sort something out, you okay here by yourself for a little while?” He opened the door and leaned against the wooden frame as he spoke, his voice was deep and croaky, suggesting he’d also just woken up from a nap,

“What time is it?” You sat up in bed, glancing over at the tall frame in the doorway,

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his eyes are blue,
bluer than the sea
she had gazed upon
her whole life. his eyes
are bright, and she never
wants to look away, for if
she does she may never see
it again.

his eyes are tired,
its intensity never
seen in the eyes of
her people. his eyes
are also hopeful, and
it is then when she realizes
that maybe, just maybe, she
has given him that.

his voice is soft,
softer than the sands
of her island. his voice
warms her body and she
finds herself reaching, yearning
for the love he gives her. in the night,
she realizes that perhaps she might finally
find someone live a life with.

his voice is desperate,
his message wanting to
convey to her that sometimes,
people are just bad because they
are. she feels betrayed, and her voice
is quiet, but her hands are strong. she
pushes him away. she has a mission to
accomplish.

his hands are gentle,
perhaps more than a mother’s touch.
they touch her skin as if she is fragile glass,
and although they are cool, everytime they graze
her skin she burns with warmth and she wonders
how she would very much like to do this again, again
and again, with him. only him.

his hands are shaking,
afraid of his final act and
of his sacrifice. she cannot
hear his words until she they
come in a moment when she needs
then the most, and her heart softens
and aches at his declaration of love that
he knew she couldn’t hear. but she does now.
in this second, she has won, but she feels like she
has lost.

he is gone now.
his body can longer
touch hers, but his soul -
oh, his soul - it has lodged
its way into her heart and her
mind and her soul and it hurts,
sometimes, but then she hears his
heartbeat through his watch and feels
his smile through his photograph and then
the world stops for awhile. she loves him. she
always will.

—  he saved the day, but for him she’ll save the world for eternity // j.m.

they don’t tell the tale of icarus like a love story, but i like to think that apollo reached out his golden hand to his mortal lover, and it was the love burning beneath his flesh that entombed icarus to the only place apollo could never follow: the sea.

and i like to think that apollo screamed his lungs raw into the vast emptiness of the universe, and that his anguish birthed millions of new stars, explosions of unexpected death birthing unexpected life in return.

they don't tell the tale of icarus like a love story, but i look up at the sky and see galaxies of unfailing light, histories of the universe carved into the dark ink of a space i have never known. i am just a child built of aching bones and tired eyes.

but i was born into a galaxy that was forged from untouchable cemeteries and half-finished love stories. i have an ocean of hurt in my veins. i am built of tragedy and catastrophe.

but i look up at the sky and see stars that were created in the midst of unspeakable loss. and i am reminded that i will survive, too. just look at the sun; apollo still breathes, even though it hurts.

—  i’m rewriting this tragedy // (h.q.)

I hear the waves taste like ashes
and it feels right,
thousands of years
of bodies being thrown over ships,
of bodies never going back to the earth

thousands of words for dead and dying,
of moments where I can’t breathe through the smoke


the ocean and I are tired
of holding on to so much death

—  a mouth full of remains and a sea full of loss || O.L.
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Photo by @FransLanting Young albatrosses take many months to mature before they’re ready to take flight and head off to sea. These black-browed albatross chicks have a long way to go before they can lift their wings and become the supreme flyers sailors have admired for centuries. They’re all sitting on mud nests built by their parents, who are searching the open ocean for squid to take back to their downy offspring in the Falkland Islands. I love albatrosses! To me they are among the most amazing creatures on the planet. I never get tired of watching them and photographing them. Follow me @FransLanting for more images and stories from the Southern Ocean.

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Ive got this headcanon that Jyn secretly has a serious sweet tooth so every time Cassian goes on a mission to a far off planet he finds some local sweet to bring back to her.

I love this! 

It starts as a small thing. A few sweets from his pocket that he pulls out of the recesses of his blue parka while they are waiting on repairs to his ship. Jyn takes it wordlessly, unwraps it, and plops it into her mouth. The sugar hits her tongue and she turns to look at him with this delighted smile that lights up her whole face. When he has to go on his next mission without her, it’s that face that keeps him company on the long transport there. It’s the face that he thinks about when he passes a market stall and buys another handful of candies that he thinks she may like. It’s the face he thinks about more often than is good for him.

Jyn doesn’t love all the flavors–some she outright spits out–but Cassian doesn’t mind. Sometimes they spend their time discussing favorite flavors when their eyes have grown too tired to look at another data pad. Other times, Jyn tells him when a flavor reminds her of childhood (”This one tastes like licorice and the sea. We had sweets like this on Lah’mu; Mama brought some home from the village and let me have some on the only name day I spent there.”) He finds later that she’s kept the wrappers to the candies, smoothed out and pressed into her assigned dresser drawer. She’s never had many possessions, choosing even now to keep things light, but she keeps these momentos.

The first time she kisses him (and he kisses her), she’s just finished off a berry-flavored hard candy coated in chocolate, and the taste lingers in her mouth. It becomes Cassian’s favorite flavor of anything ever (it becomes hers, too).


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A (probably not) final note on Sunless Sea

It is with intense satisfaction that I would like to report that after 130 hours of playing this over the course of two years (and seven dead captains, to boot) I have completed the main story of Sunless Sea! By “main story,” I mean the ambition called “Your Father’s Bones,” which you can choose at the start of a game. (This ambition has a narrative hook: you’re looking for the final resting place of your departed father. Whereas the other starting ambitions are essentially opportunities to explore freely while amassing fictional money or items that will eventually allow you to end your game with a win if you choose. So, the Father’s Bones option seems like a “main story” to me.) I confess that playing through this ambition was very much a “journey not the destination” sort of experience. The ending of the story is entirely fine, and beautifully written. But the true appeal of this storyline is in the subplots you have to follow while collecting a series of rare items. True, a fair chunk of the quest falls under the category of that hoary old video game trope “find X things.” But seldom does a quest to find things result in such rich storytelling. I got to know my ship’s gunnery officer a bit, and realized he’d built munitions for some truly shady people. I aided in my chef’s training and watched as he prepared a meal for a retinue of the living drowned. I hunted a ship crewed entirely by spiders. And it was all expressed through, bar none, the best written prose in the industry. I say this every time I write about this game, but Sunless Sea and its sister title Fallen London are the only games I’ve played with a distinctive and sure-handed approach to language that rivals literature. The humour, terror, characterization and poignancy of the various stories contained within this game all arise from the writers’ ingenious and idiosyncratic use of English. It’s a thing to behold. I will likely put aside Sunless Sea for a while now (and perhaps take up Fallen London in a more serious way), but I’m sure I’ll return to it at some point. I still feel as though I’ve only made a cursory survey of many of its moving parts. I don’t understand the full significance of the island of mute exiles in the north. I don’t understand why the locals at Mutton Island, just off the coast of London, suddenly started acting so weird. And I definitely don’t understand where the terrifying artificial sun in the corner of the map came from. Plus, I haven’t really dove into (excuse the pun) the excellent Zubmariner expansion, which has a starting ambition of its own. I think I’ll make it my goal to finish at least one more ambition in Sunless Sea before the sequel, Sunless Skies comes out. I never tire of this game, and I increasingly love the parts of it that annoyed me at first — namely the long, slow trips from port to port — best of all. While these moments can become extremely stressful under certain circumstances, they are usually fairly placid. This lends a contemplative element to a game that otherwise serves up plot pretty swiftly. Like baseball, I suppose. For a game that is so concerned with (and so effective at simulating the experience of) abject terror, it can feel curiously therapeutic to play. Sunless Sea is for me the most magnificent escape into an alternate universe that gaming has ever offered. I cannot recommend it highly enough.