i'm late in posting this here sorry

Lou @harrycryingoverstevienicks tagged me to post my top 10 tunes I’ve been vibing to lately 🎧 I’m sorry I don’t quite know what vibing means but here are some songs that I am loving hard rn!

- MISTAKES BY TOVE STYRKE🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

- Foreign Affair by Client Liaison feat. Tina Turner (the video for this is 80s inspired GOLD)

- Regular Touch by Vera Blue

- Lay Down by Touch Sensitive

- Arty Boy by Flight Facilities feat. Emma Louise

- Up All Night by Beck (thanks 2 @verifiedharrie for that gr8 rec!)

- On Your Way Down by the Jungle Giants

- Exactly How You Are by Ball Park Music

- Mess it Up by the Preatures

- Fake Magic by Peking Duk feat. AlunaGeorge (THAT BASS!!!!!!!)

I’m gonna tag @verifiedharrie @starkvivacity and @harleyandfinnley if u wish to do it ♥️

i’m dying someone reposted some of my jaytim art and the taglines omg

yeah that’s totally what i was aiming at

show you care for your bro by kissing him passionately on the mouth

i’ve been thinking about the psychic thing/knowing alex was gay thing and i have thoughts

and wow this ended up more undeveloped story like and also near to 1000 words i hate myself i’m so sorry and it is under the cut sorry mobile users, if you see this

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My Little Berserker

Title: My Little Berserker

Author: @aelys-althea

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 105,540

Era: Hogwarts 8th year

Summary: Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun in that?

Comment: What a wonderful, wonderful fic! I stumbled upon it in my quest to read something long, not too depressing and/or hard to deal with, and with a bit of Hogwarts in it, as it’s been a while since I read anything other than Post-War fics. The summary alone immediately grabbed my attention and I’m so glad I decided to embark on the journey this story has to offer, because I loved it. Harry and Draco are back at school for their last year and so fresh after the war, everything feels a bit uncertain. We see them trying to navigate through a world without Voldemort, and it’s gorgeous, how you can feel everything the characters experience, thanks to the writing style radiating such a perfect amount of melancholy mixed with a tiny bit of hope for what the future holds. I particularly liked the struggles Draco faces when it comes to himself and what he knows of his personality, how he’s becoming a better person without completely losing the traits that define him the most. Basically (I always tend to ramble on and on, sorry), this fic tells the story of Harry bonding with an animal—the fluffiest, cutest, most adorable one ever, I swear—who then bonds with Draco. It’s truly amazing, seeing them gradually getting closer through their “parenting”—because of course they do. Honestly, if you didn’t know what to read next and found this post, search no further, here’s your fic.

anonymous asked:

Hello. I was wondering what were your favorite Nickolas Backstorm moments this season? It can be and off the ice. this grumpy Swede made his way into my heart. I hope you are having a wonderful week.

WELL, WHEN YOU PUT IT THAT WAY, anon, grumpiness is the only thing I could talk about, no? :D

  • Nicklas Bäckström gets 500 asists, is thrilled, 01.07.2017 

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‘They say when a bird flies into your house through one window and out another it’s a portent of death.’

John’s trip in the aftermath of Paul’s moped accident in late December 1965. Fear not, this is not a death fic.

fic by Savageandwise (@darkspaceknight​)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA ONE VERY LATE FANART– this sucks- being sick for 2 weeks sucks– :’‘‘y and i’m not feeling 100% better just yet– /cries/

anyways this is a (LATE) fanart when the day that Yoga vid release and i got REALLY sick and i couldn’t finish it at the time. so i hope you all can forgive me and @markiplier himself (sorry dude!) :’’’’y

hope y’all like it.. or i dunno eeehhhh

ladysparklefists  asked:

You posted the WIPs of the amazing breakfast art as a gif; would you post them as a series of images? I'm learning to paint and that breakfast painting is so gorgeous and I'd love to see the progress as still images!

Hey sorry for the late reply, but here you are : ))


Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been dating for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

“Dean-o, you’re up next.” Crowley grinned at him, and Dean just winked back, checked his image in the mirror one more time – his lips were exceptionally pink without anything on them, the black button down he was wearing was way too tight, and his black panties were satiny and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Yeah, I’m ready”, he gave back and Crowley gave the sign to Michael, and a second later Dean could hear the first chores of Warrant’s Cherry Pie. Smirking confidently he walked out on stage, all the way until he was standing in front of the screaming female audience, one hand over his crotch, thrusting forward, looking at them as if he’d like to fuck each and every single one of them, winked before turning back, going to his knees, and then lying down on stage, hips grinding against the stage, lips snarling.

Then he crawled over the stage, opening his shirt while doing so, turning his back to the audience, allowing two of the ladies to tug his shirt off. They were cheering and throwing money at him by now, Dean blew them a kiss before he looked at a short haired, curvy lady and wriggled his finger to make her move closer. He grabbed her hair and moved his crotch as if she was sucking him off, and she went along, moving in sync, until he pulled away.

For his finale Dean made the way back to the centre of the stage, touching himself as much as was legally allowed, raking his nails over his abs, grabbing his own ass before tearing the panties off so the only thing he was wearing was an equally black G-string. The girls were squealing and screeching, desperately trying to reach him to push money into his barely existing underwear.

Dean smiled smugly. He collected his money and left the stage after his song was over.

Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been seeing (fucking) for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

Sam showed up when Dean’s shift was over. He was talking to a group of girls that had seen him dance earlier, and they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. At least until Sam walked up, broad-shouldered, 6’4 tall and jaw line sharp enough to cut. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with tie he just didn’t seem to fit in here. They looked at him as if they weren’t sure what to do, because Sam didn’t seem to see them, his kaleidoscope eyes were fixed on Dean.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”

Dean blushed furiously. The girls almost jumped back, glancing back and forth between Sam and Dean, suddenly not sure what they wanted more: Touch Dean or be touched by Sam, but the look he was giving them was enough to make them disappear into thin air.

If Dean hadn’t been so focused on Sam he might have wondered where they went.

“Car, now”, Sam commanded. Dean nodded obediently and followed him. Sam was such a respectable man it turned him on beyond measure. He was also possessive as fuck and dominant enough to satisfy a part of Dean he had to keep hidden most of the time.

When he sat down in Sam’s Mercedes he smiled over at him.

“How was the trial, honey?”

“I won, darling”, Sam gave back, and leaned over to kiss Dean. “I hate it when these girls look at you like that.”

But Dean grinned only, knowing Sam didn’t really hate it.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, I’m expecting my own dance once we’re at my place.” Sam looked over at him, eyes sparkling.

“Oh, I’m gonna make it good for you. But that won’t be cheap.”

“Don’t worry about money, boy”, Sam gave back, and Dean shivered, he would never get enough of being his boy toy.

Because Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.