i wrote this this morning

my nayme is Deen
in al the lande
no grayter dood
than bruthr Sam
and wen he falls
but is not ded

i hold his face
i lik his hed

[ oops there’s a sam version

it is roses on walls and
remembering how to pull yourself out of bed.

coffee,
breakfast –
soft sunlight filtering through curtains
no longer bears the harshness it once did,


it is spring now:
it is spring now and
everything feels
quieter

—  a morning in january (momentary feeling)

Brendon Urie’s forehead is bigger than my will to live, but so are Gerard’s teeth and Patrick’s tolerance to someone mentioning Peterick and both of those things are tiny.

Why did white nerds turn the Dab into some sort of modified anime pose where they look uncomfortable and strange? You dab to MUSIC and to a BEAT and you don’t do it so stiffly but you wouldn’t know that because you know the Dab as just an Internet meme and not from the Cool Kids (black people) it started with. You look like Saiyaman lmaooooo

Originally posted by k-oonata

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J: You mean the absolute world to me and I hope you never, ever forget that.

braveten  asked:

5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)

(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)

1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.

“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.” 

victor never tries to be funny again. 


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one saturday, i won’t have anywhere to go.
at 9:07, i’ll find you next to me
kiss your forehead
and go back to sleep

one saturday, i’ll make a slow breakfast.
while you’re in the shower,
i’m making the coffee
and you’re slipping your arms around me

one saturday, we’ll be together.
wandering farmers markets
snapping pictures of each other,
sneaking kisses

one saturday, ill go to sleep.
knowing that life can’t get better
that i’m not dreaming
that i’m finally home.

Belonging

by: mldrgrl
Rating: R
Summary: For @thebowisstillhere who asked for Mulder being more jealous and territorial in all things.  2 out of 3 ain’t bad…

She comes to his bed just before midnight.  He’s still awake, knowing it was only a matter of time.  He could’ve carried her away from the couch, but he likes it more when she comes to him of her own volition.  He puts the book in his hand on his night table and pulls the sheets back on the empty side of the bed as she slowly peels off layers of clothes.

“Sorry I fell asleep,” she says from inside her shirt, arms crossed above her head.  She shakes her hair and turns her shirt outside in.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve crashed out in the middle of a conversation,” he says.  “Are we positive you’re not narcoleptic?”

She makes a non-committal noise as she searches his drawers in her bra and panties.  He tilts his head as she bends down to pluck one of his shirts from the bottom.  She holds it to her face for a few moments before she slides the drawer closed with her toes.

“It’s clean,” he says, watching her chest expand as she breathes deeply.

“I know.”  She smiles and drops the shirt at the foot of his bed to unhook her bra.  Her arms needlessly hide her breasts as the straps slide free and she turns to drop the bra on his dresser.

“Hey,” he says, sitting up a little taller and then scooting forward as she opens his t-shirt up and slides her hands inside.

“Hm?”

Mulder stretches forward and stops her when she’s up to her elbows in his t-shirt and her fingers have just poked through the arms.  He peels it away and tosses it aside and then crawls out from the covers to the edge of the bed where she stands.

“How come I didn’t know about this Waterston guy before tonight?”

“Jealousy is very unbecoming, Mulder.”

“I’m not jealous.”  He shakes his head as he lays down on his chest and props himself up on his elbows.  “I know I have nothing to worry about.  You belong to me.”

“I belong to you?”  She arches her brow and crosses her arms over her breasts.

“Well, yeah.”  He leans his weight on one elbow and hooks his arm around her waist to bring her knees into the edge of the mattress.  He flicks his eyes up to hers and then dips his head to kiss her hip.  “This belongs to me,” he says, lifts his eyes again and then moves over to kiss her belly button.  “This belongs to me, too.”

Scully’s gut clenches involuntarily as Mulder’s lips tickle her skin.  He smiles and then stretches up to put his mouth to the underside of her breast.  “This belongs to me,” he whispers, and flicks his tongue out, tracing the curve from end to end.

“I’m not your property,” Scully protests, but her hands have moved to Mulder’s head, guiding him down.

Mulder’s stubble rasps against her belly and when he lays his head down, his teeth graze the outside of her thigh.  He turns his head up to her as his fingers dance along the edge of her panties.  “This belongs to me,” he says, voice deep and serious, as his whole hand disappears inside her underwear.

Scully takes a deep breath and her head falls back.  Her lips part and her eyes slip shut.  It doesn’t take long for her knees to weaken and every exhale to become a staccato whimper.

“Those are mine too,” Mulder says.

Scully moans Mulder’s name and her head rolls forward.  Her abdomen quakes and she throws her hand down to his shoulder for balance.  He grins as he pulls his wet hand out of her and then gets onto his knees to step off the bed.  She’s already stepping out of her panties as he pushes his sweats off his hips.  As he sits down on the edge of the bed, he wraps his slick hand around himself and coats himself with the evidence of her pleasure.

Mulder grabs onto Scully’s hips as she straddles his thighs and when she sinks down onto his lap he pulls her closer and looks into her eyes.  “This belongs to you,” he says, flexing his muscles to give the slightest of thrusts up into her.

“More,” Scully says.  Her forearms are draped loosely over Mulder’s shoulders and he reaches up to cup her elbow and slide her arm down so that he can grasp her hand.  He places it against his chest, fingers splayed, over the thump of his heartbeat.

“This belongs to you,” Mulder says.

Scully groans, lifts and clenches her thighs while Mulder bucks up and holds her steady.  The room grows musky and damp from their heat and sweat.  After the final swell and crest of euphoria breaks, they stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

“You belong to me, Scully,” Mulder says.  “Just like I’ve always belonged to you.”

Scully holds Mulder tighter because she doesn’t want to admit that it’s true.

The End

Do the right thing

Alec stood staring at the door, hands in his jacket pocket as his mind tick over with all the events of the day that had led him here to Magnus’ front door, heart fluttering slightly as he tried to decided whether to knock or turn away.

He knew he should knock, allow Magnus to drown out everything else that seemed to be dragging Alec down lately. The clave was a large issue at the moment, with every decision he made as head of the institute getting penalised.

He had nearly lost his life today on a mission, a demon going a little to close for Alec’s liking, thankfully Izzy had taken the thing out before it had clawed away at his chest. After that everything seemed to just pile on top of him, coming back to the institute drained from the mission to find out the Clave were against another one of his decisions.

He took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from falling further into his own mind, a place right now that was dark and miserable.

With a deep breath he knocked gently on Magnus’ door before stepping back slightly and waiting.

The door open a few seconds later and Magnus appeared, wearing dark trousers and a deep burgundy floral shirt, necklaces hanging down and resting against his bare chest were he hadn’t button his shirt up fully.

Alec’s heart fluttered, beating hard against his chest as his eyes took in the man in front of him.

Magnus allowed a brief look of surprise to flash across his face before a soft smile appeared on his lips, happy to see Alec after a long day.

“Alexander,” he said, his voice easing Alec’s stress in a second, calm washing over him like a wave. “I wasn’t expecting you,” he added yet open the door fully and stepped aside to allow Alec to enter his apartment.

“Y-Yeah, I hmm,” Alec said, stumbling over his words slightly as he tried to find the right ones to explain his situation.

Magnus frowned slightly as he stepped inside, Magnus using his magic to shut the door behind him. He leant over to give Magnus a soft kiss on the lips, which Magnus happily returned, before stepping back and looking into the apartment.
He could feel Magnus’ eyes on him, studying him as if to read how Alec was feeling.

“You alright?” Magnus then finally asked, stepping closer to him and lifting a hand to place it on Alec’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he relied before briefly closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Magnus raised an eyebrow at him, a smile forming on his lips.

“You don’t sound like it, or look like it for that matter,” he said, noticing the bruise on Alec’s neck from where the demon had held him to the ground.

“It was just a mission, demon got a little too close,” Alec said, turning to look at Magnus to see the worried expression on his boyfriend’s face. “I’m alright now, it’s not that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Magnus asked. “Or maybe just have a drink,” he added when he saw Alec hesitate.

“A drink sounds like a good idea,” Alec finally spoke up and Magnus nodded.

“I’d offer you beer but I feel like this is more of a whiskey type of situation,” he said as he began walking into the living room, Alec following after him.

“I’m good with a beer, thanks,” Alec said quickly.

“You sure?” Magnus asked, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to which Alec nodded. “Suit yourself,” he then said before pouring himself a glass before clicking his fingers, a bottle of beer appearing for Alec on the circular coffee table.

“Thanks,” Alec said, picking up the beer and taking a gulp just as Magnus lifted his own glass up in a toast.

“That bad?” He commented at Alec’s eagerness with his beer.

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind that’s all,” he said and Magnus nodded in understanding, moving closer to him.

“Want to talk?” He offered and Alec took a breath before nodding, knowing Magnus would understand and that talking about everything would helped.

Magnus gestured to the balcony with the hand holding his drink, the other going to take Alec’s free hand.

The sudden contact between them eased Alec even further, something about Magnus, he didn’t know what, but something about Magnus just calmed him.

Magnus led him to the balcony, guiding him to the large chair before pulling him down to sit.

“I’m all ears,” Magnus then said, crossing one leg over the over and turning slightly to face Alec.

He swallowed as he tried to think of the right words before wondering whether he was making a big deal over everything. He was just feeling pressure from work, which wasn’t anything new so why all of a sudden could he not cope.

“It’s nothing really,” Alec said, picking at the label on his beer bottle with his thumb which Magnus noticed, his eyes drifting down to Alec’s hand before looking back up at his face.

“Alexander,” Magnus said to draw Alec’s attention away from his bottle and up to his boyfriend. “It is never nothing, if something is bothering you should never hold it back. You can talk to me,” Magnus said and Alec could see the honesty in his boyfriend’s eyes, that look suddenly gave him confidence to talk.

“It’s just…” Alec paused to take a breath, Magnus waiting patiently for him to continue. “Work is stressful at the moment, being head of the institute is everything I wanted and I’m gratefully for it but it’s… it’s,” Alec wandered off, words failing him.

“It’s a lot to handle,” Magnus finished his sentence for him, drawing Alec’s eyes back up to see Magnus was watching him closely, his attention purely on Alec and nothing else.

“There’s a lot of pressure to do well and every decision I make the clave is always there to tell me how it’s wrong and after today,” Alec wondered off. Magnus titled his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought for a brief moment before replying.

“What every you do the Clave is always going to be there judging you as a leader,” Magnus began, his words not really doing anything to sooth Alec’s growing stress. “However, you can’t please everyone in this life, trust me I’m talking from experience; and it’s not like the Clave haven’t made decisions that many people disagreed with. You have to decide what is right and what’s best for the institute,” Magnus said and Alec shifted slightly, turning to face Magnus move who lean back slightly to give Alec enough space.

“That’s just it Magnus,” he began, suddenly opening himself up more. “I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong,” he said and Magnus nodded slightly in understanding.

“If you want my honest opinion,” Magnus began, propping his elbow on the back on the sofa and resting his head on his hand. “Do what you’re heart tells you,” he simply said and Alec huffed a laugh, looking away and to the buildings across from them.

“That’s your advice? My heart has been wrong many times. You’ve lived for centuries, aren’t you suppose to be all wise and everything?” Alec asked with a small smirk and Magnus laughed at his words, lifting his head from his hand and straightening out his arm so that his fingers brushed against Alec’s shoulder.

“Of course I am wise, but right now you don’t need someone telling you what to do,” he said. “And you’re heart isn’t always wrong Alexander,” he said with a small smirk, his fingers going to run through Alec’s hair, knowing that it calmed his boyfriend.

Alec closed his eyes briefly, his breathing slowing and the stress of the day somehow easing from him.

He slowly began to feel more at peace, just him and Magnus with nothing else in the world mattering.

“You have to have an opinion on the matter,” Alec said, keeping his eyes closed as Magnus titled his head slightly, dropping his hand from Alec’s hair and resting it on the back of the sofa.

“Of course I do, I have an opinion on everything,” Magnus said as if shocked Alec didn’t know that by now.

Alec raised an eyebrow at him, glancing sideways at Magnus who shifted slightly, glancing away from Alec briefly before turning to lock eyes with him once more.

“I’ve never been a big fan of the Clave and you know that, many of their decision favour the few and not the many. You’re an excellent leader Alexander, I’ve seen you flourish from it so don’t let anyone else tell you differently. If you chose to do what you think is right Alexander then I’m sure it will have the best outcome,” Magnus said softly to him and Alec took a deep breath, allowing the stress from the day to completely wash away from him, Magnus’ words helping him to relax.

“Well I did chose you instead of marriage,” Alec then said to lightened the mood which it successfully did, Magnus laughing lightly.

“You better not have sworn off marriage forever though,” Magnus replied back with a smirk before they both locked eyes, their smiles fading slightly as they realised what Magnus had just said.

Magnus looked away first, busying himself by taking a large sip of his drink while Alec cleared his throat as the air suddenly became thick.

“So you’re open to it?” Alec asked, surprising himself at how he had the courage to speak first. Magnus slowly lifted his eyes to look up at Alec, a small frown forming.

“To what?” He asked innocently.

“Marriage,” Alec said and Magnus took a breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Are you proposing to me Alexander?” He then asked and Alec suddenly realised what he had actually said and how it had sounded.

“No, no of course not, well not yet anyway,” he rushed out and Magnus smirked at him, the corner of his lips curving up into a smile.

“Good, because I may not look like I would but I’m a sucker for a fancy proposal,” he replied.

“What’s it to say that I’d be the one to propose?” Alec asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Well I would certainly do it in a better settling and I’d especially not propose while sat down,” Magnus commented, glancing sideways at Alec who laughed lightly before shifting to stand, placing his beer bottle on the ground as he did so.

He then knelt down on one knee in front of Magnus, hands placed on his knee and back straight as Magnus turned to face him.

“Do you, Magnus Bane, promise to go way over the top if you ever ask me to marry you?” Alec asked and Magnus couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend, picturing Alec actually asking him to marry him.

It made his heart flutter in a way it never had before and just emphasised how much he loved the man knelt down in front of him.

“I do, and do you, Alexander Lightwood promise to get on one knee if you are ever to ask me to marry you?” Magnus questioned back to which Alec smiled widely.

“I do,” he then said before standing and leaning over, kissing Magnus.

I miss him in ways I didn’t know were possible. Like the warmth of the bed when I crawl into it late at night. Or waking up to the sound of the shower running in the morning. Or his silent presence as I wrote and he worked on weekends. Or his decisiveness in the grocery store when I can’t decide between cereal or oatmeal. I miss him most in all the little moments I never learned to appreciate him in before.

x files fic: under the stars (minimal fate required)

or: ways mulder and scully could’ve been happy

for @leiascully‘s challenge: list sort of

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The X-Files are never shut down and Scully is never abducted.

They fall into a comfortable rhythm of partnership: an incredible solve rate, an easy repertoire. (He never convinces her to believe in aliens, and she never convinces him not to.) They start spending time together outside of work - getting drinks, watching movies over long-abandoned paperwork. It’s at least two and a half years before Mulder realizes that she is his best friend. (Even over the Gunmen, he thinks about telling her, but how would that go down? They don’t say things like that to each other. She’s only ever called him Fox once, and he’s called her Dana a total of six times before she asked him to stop; what kind of friends are they?)

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Stock only what you love.

This hobby can be incredibly addicting. Its easy to go overboard collecting tanks and fish. But everyone hits their limit at some point. Eventually you won’t be able to just get another tank, or you’ll get burned out on the hobby as a whole because you over did it and just aren’t invested enough in what put you over the edge.

Its easy to get into the mentality that you can do what you want with tanks just because you can. You have a spare tank lying around and see a cute fish at the store. You know you shouldn’t - you have too many tanks and they’re getting to be too much work. But you can, you’ve got everything you need to house this fish, and you figure you’ll just handle the maintenence later, so you do it.

Eventually you find yourself with too many tanks and too many fish. And you love all of these fish to some degree - but do you regret setting up that extra tank on a whim? Smuggling another one home you weren’t supposed to have?

I’ve hit that point before. I’ve had too many tanks, too many impulse buys, and most importantly - fish I was just not invested in enough.

I can think back to turning points in my time in this hobby, where I learned a lot and made major improvements in the care of my fish. And in every case, these things were prompted by a fish that I really, really loved. A fish that was a pure delight to watch.

One of the biggest turning points that I think a lot of even very experienced fish keeper miss is when I realized that I needed to rethink how I chose what fish I kept, and better manage my available tank space.

There are a lot of fish available to the hobby that I really like and would love to keep. If I came across them in the store, I’d probably be that person that gets really excited and bounces up and down at the sight of them. But when I find these fish, I’ve learned to take a step back and think about it.

First, do I even have tank space for them that would be appropriate long term housing? Not just a situation that is acceptable, but in the very best interests of this fish and any other existing fish it might be moving in with? I want to make sure my fish are always being given the best I can offer, that they don’t get a lower standard of care than my other animals because I put my wants (to have these fish) over their comfort.

Second, do I have quarantine space available? I am still planning to do that video on quarantine and acclimations that will explain this, but quarantine is really important for the health and wellbeing of your fish. I need to make sure I have both space for a permanent home and space for quarantine available when I bring them home, not just one or the other. (Especially not just quarantine, and I’ll figure out a real home later. I’m bad about this.)

And finally, the make or break question that I’ve learned to ask myself - is this the best use of my available space? I’ve realized that I can find a fish I love in the moment and bring it home, but when I have an opportunity to get something I’m much more interested in, I regret using up that tank space for a species that I am not quite as interested in. I keep lists of fish that I’d love to keep some day. Some are pipe dreams, some are more realistic. I don’t have to limit myself to fish on this list, I’m sure there are plenty of interesting fish that I’ve never encountered. But I have to love it at least as much as those fish. If I think to myself, “Would I rather use this space for X wishlist fish?” and the answer is yes, then I don’t get that fish.

This has helped cut down on my “multiple tank syndrome”, my impulse buys, and has kept me more invested in the tanks and fish I’m keeping now.

So only keep the fish you love the most, not what catches your eye in the moment. Make your hobby as rewarding as you can make it.

In a Lover’s Eyes

Author: @neonlightwood on tumblr

Pairing: Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland

Word Count: 4,500

Summary: Soon after they get together, Jace offers to let Simon drink from him. Simon says no. And keeps saying no, even when he needs it to heal himself.

Simon’s whole experience being a vampire has frankly been a series of bizarre and unacceptable events, but even he thinks he caught a lucky break never having tasted blood straight from the source. Nothing good could’ve ever come from it. The one and only exception was that time with Jace-Clary-Jace, the life draining from Simon through the slit at his throat and – well, that whole experience just supports Simon’s theory of having dodged a bullet. Even though he was mostly delirious at the time with the only visual recollections being flashes of Clary’s frightened face and Valentine’s smug one – he recalls with startling clarity the feeling of his fangs piercing the thin skin on Clary’s – Jace’s – wrist and the sweet, metallic rush of blood traveling down his throat.

Having a direct tap of heroin in his veins would be less exhilarating, the way that first taste seemed to fire his neurons all at once, sending electricity crackling up his spine and down his veins. Simon’s sure that it’s only the extraordinary trauma of everything else that happened from the moment Simon wrenched his mouth away is the only thing that stopped him becoming an addict.

That, and remembering how afterward, Jace had looked straight into his eyes and said with the kind of seriousness that could crack an iron heart: I would’ve let you.

Months later, having Jace pressed up against him in lonely hallways has become an incredible, unexpected norm. Better still is when they’re in the privacy of Simon’s room back home, during the sacred hours of one and four in the afternoon when they’re the only living – ha – creatures in the house and Jace’s mouth is hot on Simon’s and his hands burn where they splay against Simon’s back, just under the hem of his shirt.

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