Close-up of “Healing” by Jessie Lucid. Created for The Stucky Big Bang 2017 fic “I Have Heard the Bullets Whistle (Something Charming in the Sound) by @alythehedgehog. Find it on Ao3 under thewolvesintherain.
It’s 3 a.m but I have some thoughts. Watch this video, as Adam Cole does the first “Bay Bay” of his WWE career. You can see him shaking a little as he raises his arms. Imagine that, on your NXT debut, the entire Barclay’s center is shouting your name “Adam Cole” and then proceed to shout “Adam Cole Bay Bay” with you. The feeling must be exhilarating.
I am so proud of Adam. Someone pointed out that he’s one of the few indie wrestlers to outwardly say that his entire career was to get to the WWE.
And that’s what he did AND he had one of the best NXT debut’s of all time. Considering, he was never announced to be appearing, it was at the end of the main event attacking the new NXT champion with. The crowd reaction was immediate not to mention he has a stable. I’m just happy he got the debut he deserved & earned. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for him in WWE.
Like the rocks that break the
waves, Highlanders have weathered many storms. Ancient alliances kept
their land safe but their oaths have come due. They join our war out of
obligation, but they are not to be underestimated. Their claymore is the
heaviest sword ever wielded. It can cut down even the most armored
warrior. The elements battering their lands have made them strong. War
has made them deadly.
After seeing sleeping with Jacob, how about that handsome spotted stud Emmett
The hum of his voice reverberating against his chest made me
fall into a deep sleep as Emmett had begun reading to me one of his favorite
pieces of literature early in the evening. The added warmth of his body and the
covers on such a chilly night certainly didn’t keep the weariness at bay, and
when I slowly began to wake back up, I could hear the distinct sound of pages
shuffling as they were being turned.
The vision of the bedroom coming back into view and my eyes
slowly focusing on what was going on around me, I felt Emmett’s chest push
against my cheek as he breathed a sort of studious sigh. I didn’t dare to move
with the lazy embrace I had him in with my cheek upon his bare chest and my arm
draped over him, but it seemed he knew regardless I must have woken as his hand
close to me rested tenderly upon my back, caressing me there. “Awake, are you,
love?” Emmett asked, folding the book in his possession closed though marking it
with his thumb to remind himself of where he stopped.
I was a bit embarrassed. How long ago did I fall asleep? Rubbing
the sleep from my eyes, I smiled, nuzzling against his chest before planting a
kiss there, feeling his muscles flex from the touch. “I didn’t mean to pass out
as that when you were reading to me, dear,” I reminded him, a blush still
evident upon my cheeks from the matter.
Emmett’s laugh rumbled in his chest, rubbing the length of
my arm before stopping to squeeze it reassuringly. “I am not offended, love,”
commented the assassin as he removed the reading glasses he had on the slope of
his nose. “Besides, the whole intention of reading on some nights is to relax
that stressful mind and body of yours.” He touched just under my chin, angling me
a bit more to gaze into his eyes, and it was there we caught sight of one
another yet again.
“I just didn’t want you to think I was bored,” I said
softly, maneuvering my head to where I could catch his touch against the side
of my face. “Your voice merely soothes me to sleep at times.”
“I know you are not bored, (Y/N),” Emmett insisted, his
thumb caressing my cheek and just under my eye as well. “Your own voice excites
me into a peaceful state of mind, but the feel of your body against mine also does
A smile turned upward on my lips—a mischievous one. “I know
it does…I’ve felt it sometimes,” I teased lewdly.
Emmett’s turn to blush now, and with that thought, I felt
his leg move as if to hide the offender in which I spoke of. “Forgive me,” he
chuckled, speaking of his defense. “When you’re not next to a woman very often,
the feel of their body against your own does other ‘wonders’, if you catch my
“I know, I’ve felt it,” I reminded the assassin again, moving
to kiss his freckled cheek, which remained warm from the heated blush. “And I don’t
mind—it is flattering, in an odd way.”
“As long as you find it flattering, my dear, that’s what
matters,” Emmett responded with a small, nervous titter of a laugh.
My nose buried against the nook of his neck, I sighed at the
oddly calming smell of sweat and other collected scents I couldn’t make sense
of that his body was marked with from about London. I did recognize the perfume
he would put on himself from time to time to try and hide such unappealing
smells as he took pride in his appearance a lot more often than other men I had
been around, but having been around him so often, the smell of such a sweet fragrance
was hard to pick up on unless I went weeks or days without it. “Care to put the
book down and just rest with me now?”
The book closed completely, and I heard it move to the
nightstand nearby without another thought on the matter (my eyes had closed to
merely take in everything about him in the simplest of ways). Emmett’s arm
cradling my back, he urged me all the way down upon the mattress with me still
allowed to use his chest as my pillow. “If you wish, (Y/N),” he responded,
kissing the top of my head, rubbing my upper arm yet again to try and comfort
me back into ideal rest.
Forgot to share this here!
Someone over at IG got a tattoo from one of my girls!! (She now belongs to her ♡)
I am so HONORED!
She, of course, bought the original Illustration, I had to contact the tattoo artist to confirm that she, indeed, bought the illustration and had my permission to get it on her skin (such an AMAZING and respectful tattoo artist!) And its now hers ♡
I honestly can’t believe all the support I get, you people are awesome!
oof, i heart you too much. this is me reverentially asking for lirry bodyswap please and thank you.
They manage to meet in the middle –at a convenience shop –and Liam thought he’d get used to Harry’s legs by then, but he isn’t, it isn’t enough time; driving is all stop and start, and frantically re-adjusting his seat length at red lights; walking into the shop has him nearly tripping getting out of the car, and then on the curb, and then over the entrance. But all that is nothing like seeing Harry –seeing himself –standing in the back by the fridges with rows of water and sodas, his eyes hidden beneath shades, his mouth vexed, his shoulders tense, his clothes put on all wrong, his shirt hanging as if missing buttons, undone too far down his chest, his jeans not sagging at all, sitting at his hips, his chain missing; it seems as ill-fitting as the clothes he’s wearing feel.
He sucks in a breath, but then Harry – Liam’s own body –comes striding forward, moving through the aisles and to the door, and Liam understands because when Harry reaches him, near enough to touch, to kiss, Liam says to him, “We need to get out of here,” and the sound of that voice coming out of his mouth throws him off so much that he can hardly remember to get out, “This was a bad idea.”
Once they’re in Harry’s Range Rover with the doors shut and the tinted windows closing them in, Harry confirms: “It was a bad idea,” shifting in the seat as if struggling to get comfortable, his knees rising and falling, restless.
One thing I love about Anita is that, yes, she kind of is a prissy bitch character, BUT she's bitchy in the GOOD way--she has a kindness of her own that doesn't disrupt her spoiled self and instead magnifies her character tenfold. She's childish but mature, she's selfish but not TOO entirely selfish... quite a dynamic diva we have here. I love her. 10/10. Sorry I just felt like sharing. XD
OMG KAT, THANK YOU SO MUCH! ;W; AAAA THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME LIKE, HOLY CRAP DUDE!! -HUGS TIGHTLY-
I ALWAYS DO MY VERY BEST TO ADD ANOTHER DIMENSION TO MY MUSES, I LOVE GIVING CHARACTERS DEPTH AND I LOVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AS WELL! ^^ I’M SO HAPPY TO HAVE ACHIEVED THAT WITH THEM, ESPECIALLY ANITA, WHO FOR ME CAN BE A CHALLENGING MUSE TO PLAY AT TIMES. BUT I LOVE HER VERY MUCH AND LOVE PLAYING AS HER, AND I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT I’M DOING GOOD BY PORTRAYING HER CHARACTER WITH DEPTH AND HUMANITY. ;W;
THANK YOU AGAIN KAT SO VERY MUCH, THIS TOUCHED ME SO MUCH AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER!! <33333 AND NO NEED TO BE SORRY, THIS WAS SO SWEET AND KIND OF YOU, AAAA! -HUGGLES AND ROLLS AROUND WITH!!-
The guy on the left is awarding Ellen with the Presidential Medal of Freedom. That’s an award given to American citizens. The guy on the right is giving a veteran the Presidential Medal of Honor, an award given to soldiers who serve their country.
Obama gave out Medals of Honor to dozens of soldiers. So it is really weird that they chose to use a photo of him with Ellen instead of one any of those. It’s almost as if they were intentionally making an unfair comparison in order to confirm the biases of the uneducated rubes who trust Facebook memes more than actual news.
Fun Fact: That veteran served in Vietnam, a war that the current commander in chief deferred from serving in FIVE TIMES because he had painful “bone spurs.”
The president heroically overcame that obstacle the second the draft was over, and now he can even play golf 2-3 times a week instead of doing the job he was elected to do.
See? You can learn something from memes. It just takes a little digging.