it is an amazingly beautiful place

Hoe tips #2 💗🌟

Hi beautiful ladies, I’m here with more tips from my experiences and to help u with day to day hoeing and health n beauty tips 💜 enjoy ur day

✨- every hoe who drives should have a car ‘kit’ in the glove compartment or somewhere to store:
-backup contraception and condoms (sexual health is 🔑)
-baby wipes
-deodorant
-gum
-tampons
-water bottle
-both spare sexy panties and chill panties
-chill clothes than can double as pj’s (tracksuits, leggings, vest etcetera)
-lotion

✨- use shimmer body lotion to make ur skin n limbs look radiant n a lil sexier than they already do (beautiful hoes come in all shapes n sizes💜) even a cheap one like dove or VS does the trick n ur skin feels soft to touch too

✨- don’t forget to castor oil ur eyebrows every night

✨- be a confident hoe.. Smile more n sit with good posture n u will appear more confident n approachable

✨- warm n wet camomile tea bags help get rid of eye infections n eye bags really well and it works amazingly for tired puffy eyes too lay down for a while and place them on ur closed eyes

✨- WATER n green tea, drink them both (skip the tea if ur caffeine sensitive)

✨- if u self tan like me, get you some exfoliating gloves. Actually everyone get them, they revolutionised my skincare routine n now I don’t need to buy or make body scrubs unless I wanna treat myself on the odd occasion

✨- always wear spf on ur face and under ur makeup even when it’s cloudy

✨- always wash ur face in cool or lukewarm water n avoid doing it in the hot shower as the heat n pressure can upset the skin

✨- as tempting as it is to make it smell like ur shower product for when ur getting head, don’t clean ur coochie with ur shower gel it can upset the pH n cause infections such as thrush and BV as well as parched skin

✨- spray ur pressure points (behind ears, insides of elbows n knees, inner thighs, décolletage, wrists) n ur perfume will linger all day

✨- exfoliate ur lips too! Make ur own white sugar scrub (or buy from LUSH) or use a wet flannel or an old toothbrush n rub very gently

I’ve given up hope, but in my head I dream about Dorne all the fucking time and this is what I see:

  • Dorne with water gardens and bustling marketplaces and blood-orange groves.
  •  Elia Martell, (Deepika Padukone) sitting beneath a fragrant lemon tree and sharing secret smiles with a noticeably relaxed and happy Arthur Dayne (Santiago Cabrera) and being more than something to pity and remember with manly angst.
  • Rhaenys (Sara Arjun) cuddling Balerion the Black Fluffy Dread, while Ashara (Merve Boluğur)brushes out her hair, safe and happy in a place where nobody will refuse to adore her because she “smells Dornish”.
  • Little Nymeria Sand trying to babysit Aegon.
  • Oberyn (Oh Pedro my Pedro) teaching baby Arianne (Harshaali Malhotra) how to swim in the water gardens
  • Arianne Martell (Katrina Kaif) now grown up and amazingly beautiful, becomes Princess of Dorne in a ceremony attended by ALL HER FAMILY, ALIVE. Oh, and she also has a relationship with Arys Oakheart (Tom Felton?) anyway, because let’s be real, they were one of the hottest, most sexually charged relationships that D&D chose to omit for cringey sex scenes involving a character who was supposed to have been 8 of age in the canon.
  • Unidentified Princess of Dorne has a name and that name is BAMF. 
  • Ellaria Sand (oh Indira Varma, thou were wasted on the show)being a peace-loving, sensible woman and she and Oberyn are a power couple. THE power couple. She doesn’t actually, believe it or not, like killing little girls.
  • The Sand-Snakes are the *eight!eight!* awesome sheroes of the book, and have so much more to offer than useless boob shots and atrocious dialogues. Also, they all look significantly different.
  • Dorne being an amazing, varied, pluralistic kingdom legions ahead in mindset and coolnes than the rest of Westeros no matter what D&D sell me.

anonymous asked:

not the same anon that asked for your fav writers but... what about some fav fics you can rec? 😏

hoo boy anon ok u asked for it !!! this is going to be long but here are a few jikook fics i adore that i can think of right now!! pls give them lots of love afterwards!! also the ones im not mutuals with i put a slash in between bcus im too ahlgsfjlb shy to actually tag them oK ANYWAYS ଘ(੭ु*ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭ु*.°❤🌸❤🌸❤🌸❤🌸❤🌸❤


Dream Maker by graesun (@/bottomkook), Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita), (@/polkari-seuta) [rated M, complete 12/12, 73k] poor!au, fluff and smut, angst, past child abuse, established relationship || (i died a lil bit of joy when two of my fav writers collaborated… but after finishing this my entire being has been resuscitated. this is such a wonderful & incredible fic!!! i still go back to re-read it bcus it’s so good,, like it’s rly fluffy and it made me smile a lot but the angst sent my soul into the astral plane of decease.. and i rarely;; read smut but this is a total big exception!! i was blushign the whole time okadjl;akj they’re such great writers i lov asdjkl anyways it’s rly good alright!! i lov it sm) 

dream a little dream of me by wordcouture [rated G, oneshot, 2.7k] magic realism, lots of fluff, dreams vs reality || (idk how a person can be this creative.. like.. all of couture’s fics are perfect and so beautiful!! i’m p sure everyone has read ‘wonder’ and like?? i just love the author’s craft and couture has a way of weaving her words!! it’s short but sweet ok i lov it idk what else i can say to express the magnitude of emotions i have for her complex fics ;;) 

this is the way the world ends and begins by aborescent (@/kookie-time) [rated T, oneshot, 1.7k] mutant!au, supernatural elements, violence, angst || (i love her fics so much.. she’s an astounding author!! the concepts she has for her fics are always amazing!! this fic has some dark themes but it’s totally captivating and gripping and it rly sucks u in. i believe she has some backstories? of the boys? on her tumblr and she’s p well known hehe so yeah!! i lov this a lot ok she’s great!!) 

Training Wheels by jeonify @shyjimins [rating G, oneshot, 4.8k] childhood friends to lovers, fluff and angst, mutual pining, slow burn || (this was the very first jikook fic i’ve ever read and i fell in.. absolute love.. and after this, i fell in love with all of jo’s other fics too!!! her writing is so beautiful and so eloquent and dreamy too. and this!!! fic!! broke my heart in the beginning from all the angst and pining, which i lov a lot, but the fluff n happy ending slowly mended it back together. my soul lifted into another dimension that’s full of sparkles and stars bcus it was that good ;; she’s amazing, trust me! i genuinely lov her other writings too and she’s the sweetest person and adk;laksj i get so shy talking to her omg anyways!! i lov her and her fics lots)

Of Scatterbrained Mix-ups and Lame Pen-Names  by happy-tokki @berry-happy-tokki[rated G, twoshot, 14k] pen pals!au, lots of fluff, awkward jungkook, cute jimin || (this was so freakin cute ok!!! pen pals!au are my weaknesses and this was so amazingly well-done. her writing style is so pretty and whimsical and gentle - the pacing was so smooth too. it was such an enjoyable read,, i smiled and giggled lots becus it was so adorable!! i lov awkward jungkook too so it was a major addition. plus, her other fics are incredible ok im in lov with all of them!! tokki’s the cutest and the sweetest too and u won’t regret checking this out and the author ok!!! i lov lov lov this)   

those who dream by day by melonmilk [rated T, oneshot, 3.1k] ballet!au, fluff and angst, internalized homophobia, dancing || (this was rly beautiful;; the mood was tense and poignant but it was really breathtakingly well-done too! this is a great ballet au and though it’s short, it’s totally worth taking a look at!! the author’s writing style is so pleasing!!) 

you’re intoxicating (I can’t stop) by astrochild (@/astrochild) [rated T, oneshot, 1.9k] fluff and angst, high school!au, rich kid!jungkook, swearing, mentions of violence || (this was rly angsty and it p much shoved an ice pick thru my heart but the happy ending healed it;; it’s so lovely!!! even tho it’s short it still really sticks with u after u finish reading it and… the way it’s written is so nice and appealing!! plus i rly love the vhope sequel too hehe she’s great!!) 

Bad boys and good-byes by blt_prf (@/blt_prf) [unrated, 12/12, 20k] college!au, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, minor violence, music!au ish || (she’s one of my fav authors and this is one of my all time favs ok!!! this was such an amazing read i loved it so much!! i love the gradual build up of their relationship and her writing style is so pleasant and soothing,, like it’s a rly great fic ok i lov it lots!! she’s incredible i lov her other fics too) 

crush(ed) by fatal (cumrich) (@/witchboyjimin) [rated M, oneshot, 5.2k] space!au, angst, self-discovery, sci-fi!au, fantasy!au || (i lov this fic so much it’s written so beautifully and the worldbuilding is so wholesome. like, there’s enough detail for u to imagine the world the fic takes place in and!! it’s great rly i lov it n i lov her other fics too;; she’s amazing and i also lov her other fic ‘he hangs like tuesday morning’) 

run (you son of a gun) by infires (infires_man) (@/infires-man) [rated T, oneshot, 13k] gang!au, angst, hurt/comfort, heavily implied abuse || (this is so!! beautiful!!! i can’t express how much i lov this fic kadjf;k i still go back to read it because it was so amazingly well written and it just!! rly pulls at ur heartstrings but the ending just gives u such a warm feeling. i lov it so much!!! the composition is brilliant as well,, just pure amazing idk what else to say to convey how much i loved this asdjfkl;)

Brightly, Flare by flitter [rated G, oneshot, 2k] magic realism, hinted soulmate!au, art!au, artist!jimin, student!jungkook || (i lov all of flitter works ok!!!! i had a hard time choosing which one to put on here but this fic is the first fic i read from her which made me fall in lov with her writing!! this was such a dazzling fic… like she strings her words together like poetry and i just love her work so much!! amazing rly i lov her. plus her ballet!au one and the santorini fic is great too) 

speak now by recordmin  @minblooms [rated G, threeshot, 3k] freeform, fluff, pining, arranged marriage, wedding crashing || (this was rly cute ok i lov this so much!!! even tho it’s short it’s super duper sweet and my heart had burst open into sunshine and fluffy clouds bcus it was that enjoyable and great ok!! plus all her other works are rly great too i lov them so much;; she writes short fics but despite the length, all her writings will always leave this kind of lingering alluring and warm feeling with u and.. plus, wedding crashing!! is a great trope we need more of that! i adore this a lot ok!!) 

Fell For You In A Snap by Polkari Seuta (@/polkari-seuta) [rated T, oneshot, 3k] youtuber!au, social media!au, modern!au, drinking || (this was so cute,, like i smiled so much bcus it was so nice to read!! this was a great social media fic and it was incredibly delightful to read. i lov the author’s other fics too bcus they’re always so well-written and like, her writing style is always so crisp and fluent and is just such a pleasant to read!!) 

Push-up (push me down) by Mintsugakookies (@/mintsugakookies) [rated T, oneshot, 2k] canon compliant, fluff, domestic fluff, crack, established relationship, john cena kookie || (i am one big sucker for domestic fluff ok when i read this, it immediately cheered me up and my heart fluttered all the way into the sun dkafj;slj this was so so cute i lov it so much!! and i lov the author too) 

Aorta by minimints @strawberrywhaliens [rated T, oneshot, 15k] fluff, little angst, sick!jimin, lovesick!jungkook || (look this was so freakin fluffy i’m crying adsfjkl the rest of the series is rly cute too!!! i adore this so much,, like it’s word heavy but it’s rly fluffy and cute and it leaves a warm feeling, u know!! she’s a wonderful writer with a clear and eloquent voice and she’s a wonderful person too!!! the cutest mom i probably should have linked the first part but i love aorta the most so!! check it out ok!! i lov it a lot) 

너의 목소리 Your Voice by pinkmonnie [rated M, 10/?, 65k] college!au, assistant professor!jimin, student!jungkook, teacher-student relationship, fluff, realism || (oohmy gosh pink’s an amazing and an utmost incredible author!! and i lov all of pink’s fics and this fic is so precious and well-written. jungkook is selectively mute in this but the author doesn’t romanticize it and pink’s portrayal of their personalities and jikook’s relationship is so beautiful and stunning!! i lov it to bits. plus!! her other fics like ‘After Hours’ and ‘Thirst’ are freakin golden, ok;; she’s brilliant)

Let The Walls Break Down by pjungkook @pjungkook [rated M, 5/?, 37k] canon compliant, non au, friends to lovers, homophobia, heavy angst, fluff, smut || (the angst in this?? broke my heart but like the lil fluff afterwards healed my soul. and then it shattered again like, another 100 times again bcus so. much. angst. isa why isa is a rly awesome writer & i love her writing lots!! the way she paces her stories are so wonderful and so well-done. her writing is so fluid and articulate too! plus!! she’s the sweetest and loveliest person ok!! my wimpy shy ass probably wouldn’t have made a move to talk to her if she hadn’t msged me first;; her other fic ‘lost stars’ is amazing too omg so check her out ok!! i lov this and i lov her)

Cherry by bananacookies @bananacookies1 [unrated, 11/?, 36k] wolf!au, hurt/comfort, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and smut, omega!kook, alpha!jimin, mature themes || (a/b/o fics are not my cup of tea but this!!! is amazing!!! like i said i rarely read smut but this is another exception!! it’s so fluffy and cute and it’s getting rly angsty right now, but the author’s updates are so consistent and she’s an incredible writer!! the pacing of the story is wonderful as well and the story’s so intriguing, especially since it’s omega!kook. but bcus of that, pls give her lots of love and be open-minded about it ok!!! she deserves lots of love bcus she’s awesome,,)

Tie Me Down by ohdizzy (@/ohdizzy) [rated M, twoshot, 23k] college!au, taegi is main, side jikook, kidnapping, humour & crack, fluff, ot7 dynamics || (i’m sure we’ve all read.. the lejindary Blow Me Like Your French Horn fic.. and i love that fic so much but i love this fic so much too!!!! her fics are so well-written and so funny i lov them so much!! reading them makes my heart all warm and fuzzy hehe;; this was hilarious i lov how she writes their dynamics! i know the main pairing is taegi but!! pls read!! it’s amazing i lov her writing sm) 

son of a witch by syubnugget (@/namgifucker) [rated E, 2/?, 9k] witch!au, main sugamon, side jikook, humor, strangers to lovers, witchcraft || (i think i’ve fallen in love with sugamon after this… like i kno jikook is a side pairing but this!!! is such a wonderful and lovely fic!!! the characterization is fantastic and it made me giggle a few times from the banter, but the world building and the little details are so well written! i love witch!aus too so i rly lov this a lot!! the characters are rly interesting and i’m rly excited for more hehe) 

Got Me Feeling Emotions

Originally posted by fake-fbi-agent-winchester

This is for @iwriteaboutdean​ Amanda’s 200 Follower 90′s Baby Challenge! I chose the iconic song-Emotions by the legendary Mariah Carey.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, happiness, tiny mentions of smut, Demon Dean being a sap, like, grossly sappy, kidnapping.

Word count: 1313

Summary: Dean experiences something he never thought he would again-emotions.

A/N: Ok, so here’s some fluff with Demon Dean, then a tiny bit of angst, cos Sam’s that kind of a moron who’d fuck shit up. But yea…the song is sorta woven into the fic. Hope u like it!!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@unknown-chronicles@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn​ @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner@deantheotherkingofkinks@50shadesofyes​ @lucis-unicorn @whispersandwhiskerburn@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell@colespriverdale​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @atc74​ @wonderange @mogaruke@aiaranradnay

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This wasn’t how it was meant to be.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

Hell, I hadn’t ever felt this way before.

Not really.

Lisa was…a necessity.

I was with her because I needed normality after Sam died.

I’d long since realized, Cassie was an experience.

My first real romance.

I’d never loved her though.

Not really.

I had never been in love before.

Yet…I knew exactly what it felt like.

Because I was feeling it right now.

Except, it was impossible.

I had no emotions. I had no love in my twisted soul and black heart.

I had nothing inside me, except rage, despair and hatred.

So, why were you making my heart yearn for you?

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 31: Your Choice

Jensen Ackles X Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Your P.O.V.

Lethargic and sated. That’s how you described how you felt right now. And completely happy, even though you were still lying on the floor of Jensen’s master bedroom, and not on the bed. Understanding the reasoning behind Jensen’s decision, you couldn’t wait until you went shopping and found him a new bed. It seemed like he had fought a lot of inner demons today, and you had a feeling he would now be staying in his own house when he came back to Texas. And hopefully, you would be staying there with him.

A huge smile on your face, you waited for Jensen to return back to the room, your stomach rumbling at the thought. But when the minutes passed and he didn’t return you started to grow worried. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you walked out of the room, surprised when you heard voices down below. Thinking that maybe Jared had showed up, you were ready to go back in the room, when you heard the unfamiliar female voice.

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Scorpio Risings are bewitching. Alluring and alarming at the same time. They are intense type of beauty that not everyone can appreciate. They definetely don’t fit canon types of beauty. They are not eclectic. Whatever Pluto touches it immediately gains its intensity and rawness. If it touches your 1st House/Ascendant you are stripped down. Delicacy and neutrality are taken away from you. Luckily, Pluto always compensates for what it takes; you are gifted with amazingly strong, mysterious, sexual aura. You have fire burning in your eyes, flowing through your vains. You are the forgotten legacy of witches. You are what they tried to burn in the fire, hundreds years ago, not knowing they can’t purify something that is not contaminated in the first place. Not knowing that you can’t really burn a Phoenix because they will always rise from the ashes. Just like you. You are a powerful beauty. Don’t feel bad about not fitting into the canon. Embrace your uniqness. Embrace your fire. 

Originally posted by james-boobcanan-barnes

Prompt: Can the reader be a new cast member on the avengers movies and is secretly dating Sebastian , and during a question panel (I don’t know what it’s called but the whole cast is on stage and answering questions) she is asked “how does it feel being the ugly one out of a group of beautiful people?” The cast gets angry but Seb is the one that really stands up for her and then reveals they are dating and that he loves her. Sorry long request! :)

Word Count: 530

Author’s Note: I kind of changed it a bit so the insult wasn’t as bold, hope you don’t mind. Also, I’ve never been more proud of a gif find.

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Half of You

Requested by: @katythekitty​ How about 9 and Jungkook? Part of the Valentine’s Day prompt series.

Genre: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 1895

Originally posted by rainbowboombox


When Jungkook told you he’d prepared something super romantic for the two of you, you had to be honest, you didn’t expect much. He’d swung the door open before you’d even been able to knock. Your fist was left hovering in the air, and you wondered if you looked as surprised as you felt.

“Have you been waiting there the whole time?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

He reached out and grabbed your hand to pull you inside with his foot kicking the front door shut behind you. Jungkook wasted no time to continue dragging you towards what you figured was the living room. Your legs struggling to keep up with his until he abruptly stopped causing you to run into his back.

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raymond holt/kevin cozner fic recs

I’ve just made a list of my favourite fanfictions on ao3 for this ship,, it’s in no way complete yet!!

A Series Of Dry Questions About Police Work by secretsofluftnarp (luftie)

- amazing  kevin and holt backstory
- one of the best b99 fics i’ve ever read
- characterisation and headcanons!!
- beautifully nsfw at some points
- “hello, here is my $13.78 for the grocery bill, i’m gay.”

Classical Allusions by ljs 

- cheddar pov
- classics references
- cheddar is their son
- domesticity
- post ac/dc

Sustenance by siggen1

- short and beautiful
- “you sustain me”
- forehead touch almost
- dialogue
- post boyle-linetti wedding

A Well-Placed Comma by lalalalalawhy, secretsofluftnarp (luftie)

- nsfw
- quoting classic texts
- CHARACTERISATION
- dialouge
- “and i know you’re trouble”

It’s the People That You Hate Together That Make Marriage a Joy by katiemariie 

- “that’s why I left classics and started applying derrida to spongebob squarepants”
- holt and kevin share a hate for cretins
- BINGE WATCHING SPONGEBOB
- dialogue
- spongebob + sex

Distance Makes the Heart Resourceful by lalalalalawhy

- i want your tongue in…. my ass..
- cinnamon roll jakey
- “my prometheus”
- kevin’s characterisation!!

In Essence by siggen1

- 100% nsfw
- amazingly detailed
- characterisation
- “you’re impatient”
- “and you’re impossible”

Could Be Worse by Missy 

- “i love it when you use slang”
- wholesome
- descriptions of the squad
- characterisation
- “it’s not just kindness that drives me, darling”

The Way Lovers Do, With The Puzzle by sanguinity

- script structure
- nerds
- “inordinately pleased to be corrected”
- solving puzzles in bed is romantic
- kevin and ray’s equivalent of stripping

where we stood was holy ground by possibilityleft 

- they deserve this
- kevin has a work life too
- characterisation
- “mindless fluff”
- excited holt

that launch’d a thousand ships by Kindness

- bonding over the oxford comma
- gertie
- kevin characterisation
- “raymond holt is no ordinary man”
- the beginning of a blessed time

A Little Brighter by FifteenDozenTimes

- supportive kevin
- domestic bliss
- house hunters
- save holt from his evil coworkers and job
- “known him long enough, studied him long enough, loved him long enough”

When It’s Right, It’s Right by FifteenDozenTimes

- dialogue
- beautiful intro
- drunk kevin. keep jake away from him
- holt finally has good coworkers
- “i, am irresistible”

Unbuttoned by FifteenDozenTimes

- 690% nsfw
- characterisation
- “exquisite”
- pwp
- cute kevin

Moments from the Domestic Life of Black Tom Selleck and White Sidney Poitier by jesshelga

- multi chapter
- cheddar origin story
- “lightly stabbed” aftermath
- storyline
- “eye colour of suspect is upgraded to aquamarine”

Ham and Cheese by thinlizzy2 

- kevin and his croque monsieurs
- multi chapter
- characterisation
- anniversary!!
- holt and kevin’s different opinions of food

Classical Allusions Redux by ljs

- A CARING AND KIND MAN
- characterisation
-dialogue
- fluff
- supportive husband alert

Influence by VivaRocksteady

- holt and kevin are beautiful fathers
- kevin’s the caring one basically
- jake and doug judy!!
- characterisation. beautiful
- domestic family fluff

and that’s it (for now)! these aren’t in a specific order, and this list isnt complete.

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Unfinished Symphony

Suits100 prompt #71 - Harvey finds a letter from his father.

(Main) Pairing / Character - Mike Ross/Harvey Specter

Gifset by @loyalty2waystreet

Writing by @novemberhush

Word count - 3,654

Thanks to the amazingly talented, wonderfully supportive and endlessly caring @loyalty2waystreet for surprising me with this gorgeous gifset at a time when my motivation was waning. I absolutely love it! It really inspired me to keep going and I’m sure you will all agree with me when I say how beautiful it is.

Thanks also to Aqua and Erin for undertaking to organise the Suits100 event in the first place, and to whoever originally submitted this particular prompt. I hope what I’ve done with it doesn’t disappoint you too much!


He had first found the letter when he’d went to clear out his father’s place in the weeks after his death. It was a rented apartment, the family home having been sold off following the divorce and the proceeds divided between Gordon and Lily. Harvey could easily have kept the place on, but it had never meant anything more to Gordon than a place to hang his hat and rest his head. It had never been ‘home’ to either him or his eldest son and Harvey therefore held no attachment to it. All he cared about was the parts of his father it housed.

The record collection that had inspired Harvey’s own and which was even more extensive. His saxophone and other varied instruments. All the memorabilia commemorating a life soaked in music. Photos, ticket stubs, posters. The hat his father swore had been given to him by Thelonius Monk himself. These were the things Harvey cared about. Not the four walls that surrounded them.

Gordon’s will had been straightforward enough. All his money was split evenly between Harvey and Marcus, except for a few small bequests here and there to a handful of old friends and charities close to his heart. As for everything else, well, there were some items of sentimental value left to Marcus. Their grandfather’s watch, for example. (Harvey didn’t mind in the slightest. It wasn’t to his taste and he’d always hated the old buzzard anyway.)

There were a few other things, but the bulk of it, mostly musical in nature, went to Harvey. Marcus raised no objections, never having shared his father and brother’s love of music.

And so Harvey had found himself spending a weekend packing up his late father’s belongings, all his worldly goods, the mementos of a life, tucked away safely in boxes to be transported to Harvey’s condo. Donna had offered to help, Marcus and Jessica too, but this was something Harvey had felt he needed to do alone. Which meant there was no one there to witness him stumbling across the envelope in the desk drawer, addressed to himself in his father’s flowing handwriting. No one to hear the way his breath caught in his throat or see how his hand shook. To glimpse the tears he blinked back.

He sat there for a full half hour, just staring at it as if he could divine its contents without actually opening it, but eventually he’d carefully peeled it open and extracted the letter inside. The letter that began:-

To my dear son, Harvey,

Hey, kid. If you’re reading this then you’ve either been snooping in my desk or I’ve gone to the great Blue Note Café in the sky without telling you all the things I should have told you when I still had the chance, all the things I’ve put in this letter. And as you were never much one for snooping I’m guessing it’s not looking too good for your old man right about now…

And that was as far as he got before the tears refused to be blinked back any longer and the dam broke. The letter was put back in its envelope, never read beyond the first paragraph, once he was all cried out. Whatever his father wanted to tell him, Harvey wasn’t ready to hear. He wasn’t ready to hear what he felt sure was his father’s final goodbye to him.

Life went on. Harvey’s career flourished even as his personal life became one long string of meaningless encounters with anonymous strangers and the occasional hook-up with Scottie whenever she was in town. The firm was his unit, Jessica his general and Donna his trusted second-in-command. Louis was Forrest Gump. With less gumption. Harvey didn’t see what more he could need.

And then one day another anonymous stranger walked into a hotel suite, dropped a briefcase full of weed at his feet and soon Harvey didn’t know how he’d survived this long without him.

Now, six years later, that blue-eyed stranger was no longer a stranger, but Harvey’s loyal lieutenant and junior partner in the firm. Mike Ross, ex-con, attorney at law and all-round bleeding heart. He’d also just taken it upon himself to pack up Harvey’s old office and transfer everything into his new one, recently vacated by Jessica, apparently. Or at least that was the only explanation Harvey could come up with for why he came to be standing in what he could have sworn was still his office, looking around and wondering just what in the hell had happened to it and all his things.

“Mike, what the fuc-”

“Relax, Harvey, your stuff is fine. I just moved it all into your new office, seeing as you were never gonna get around to it, so I could take possession of mine.”

“If there’s so much as one scratch on any of my records, rookie…”

“I know, I know, you’ll feed me to the fishes, yadda yadda yadda,” Mike said, rolling his eyes with a smirk and leaving Harvey nostalgic for the good old days when he could intimidate the kid with a single look.

Before he could try out any more threats, though, Mike reached into his inside jacket pocket and produced an envelope.

“By the way, I found this when I was packing up your records. It fell out of the sleeve of one of them. Thought it might be important.”

He held the envelope out for Harvey to inspect, but he didn’t need to look to know what it was. His father’s letter. Hidden away inside one of his favourite records, never forgotten, but pushed to the back of Harvey’s mind along with all the other things he didn’t want to deal with. Like his feelings for the man sitting in front of him. The engaged to someone else man sitting in front of him, Harvey reminded himself. But one emotional crisis at a time, right?

“It is important,” Harvey croaked, voice suddenly thick. When he didn’t elaborate further Mike cocked an eyebrow at him as if to say Go on, I’m listening.

With a sigh, Harvey gingerly took the letter, staring down once again at the familiar handwriting.

“It’s a letter my father left for me,” he murmured. “I found it among his things after he died.”

Mike’s eyebrows shot up. “Jesus. That must’ve … Christ, I mean, I bawled my eyes out when Father Walker gave me one of my old childhood books that my parents had written a message in for me, but this … he left you this, knowing he’d be gone when you read it. That must’ve been pretty intense, finding it like that.”

“Yeah,” Harvey agreed.

“Yeah.”

Silence fell between them then, but Harvey knew Mike well enough to know that mind of his was far from silent.

“Spit it out, Mike. I know you’re dying to know. It’s okay, you can ask.”

Mike hesitated for a second, an aborted denial hovering on his lips, before giving in to his innate curiosity.

“What’s it say?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t get beyond the first paragraph,” Harvey replied, a wry smile on his own lips.

“What?? Why not? Come on, it can’t have been that bad. Loving parents - and by all accounts that’s what your dad was - don’t leave their kids letters telling them how disappointed they were in them or how they never wanted them to begin with. They tell you how much they love you and how proud they are of you. Why wouldn’t you want to read that?”

Harvey shrugged. “I didn’t always give him reason to be proud of me.”

“Bullshit!” The vehemence in Mike’s voice startled Harvey, causing him to jerk his head up and stare at Mike as intently as he’d been staring at the envelope.

“You can’t seriously think your dad left you a list of all your faults and misdemeanours, Harvey, come on.”

“No, I know, you’re right, it’s stupid. I guess I … I …”

“You weren’t ready to say goodbye.”

As usual Mike had cut straight to the heart of him in a way only he could.

“Yeah.”

“Are you ready now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I know it’s a letter, but this feels like the last conversation I’ll ever have with him.”

“Maybe. But I’d lay odds on it being one you’ll feel better for having.”

“You think so?”

“I do. And you wanna know something else? I’m jealous of you right now.”

Harvey’s forehead creased in confusion. “Jealous? Why the hell would you be jealous?”

“Because I’d give almost anything for one more conversation with my mom or my dad or Grammy. This is a gift, Harvey. Open it.”

Nodding, Harvey did just that, but stopped as Mike got up and began to walk away.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to stay? Don’t you want to know what it says?”

“Yeah, and you can tell me when you’re ready. If you want to, that is. But this is a conversation between you and your father and it should be a private one. I’ll be at McGinty’s nursing a whiskey. There’ll be a glass waiting for you if you want to talk afterwards. Or not. We can just sit and drink. But right now it’s father/son time and I don’t want to intrude on that.” He strolled towards the door, turning before he left to add with a smirk, “Besides, I’m pretty sure your pride can’t handle me seeing you cry like Louis after sex.”

Harvey returned the smirk with one of us own. “And how do you know Louis cries after sex, rookie?”

“Please. It’s Louis. Of course he cries after sex. And before. And durin-”

“Okay, okay,” Harvey interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Just have the scotch ready, wiseass.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Mike retorted, standing to attention and saluting.

Harvey huffed a laugh before a thought struck him. “Hey, not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s late enough as it is. Won’t Rachel mind you dragging me to some faux Irish bar to sit around drinking cheap scotch all night while the patrons get misty-eyed and sing songs about the homeland while you try to get me to spill my guts?”

Mike stilled, the smile faltering on his face before falling away completely.

“No, Rachel won’t mind. She won’t even know. She’s staying at her parents’ place for a while. We, ah … we’ve decided to take some time out from our relationship.”

“What?? Since when?”

“Since I suggested we postpone the wedding. Again.”

“Mike, I … I don’t know what to say.” Well, that wasn’t strictly true. His heart had a few suggestions. Like, Please tell me it’s over for good. And, Tell me you don’t love her. Or, Am I the reason you keep postponing the wedding? Please say yes. But something stopped him from saying any of that. Harvey told himself it was his honour, because wishing the end of someone’s relationship was almost as bad as physically interfering in it, but he suspected at least part of it was cowardice. He didn’t want to hurt Rachel, true, but he didn’t want to risk Mike’s rejection either.

“You don’t have to say anything, Harvey. It’s on me. I’m the one who can’t commit to her.”

“Why not?” Harvey asked, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. His heart applauded even as the rest of him quivered with fear. The question hung heavy in the air between them and Harvey fell back on his favourite fail-safe to defuse the tension - humour.

“What? You get a better offer or something?”

Mike didn’t crack a smile. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink. He just stood there and looked at Harvey, long and hard, a searching, scrutinising look on his face that left Harvey feeling stripped bare.

“Not yet,” he finally replied, voice low and hoarse. And with that he was gone, leaving Harvey with more questions than answers. He suddenly wished he had that drink in his hand already. That thought reminded him that he already had something in his hand. His father’s letter. Foregoing the scotch for now, he sank into the nearest chair, took a deep breath, and began reading.

To my dear son, Harvey,

Hey, kid. If you’re reading this then you’ve either been snooping in my desk or I’ve gone to the great Blue Note Café in the sky without telling you all the things I should have told you when I still had the chance, all the things I’ve put in this letter. And as you were never much one for snooping I’m guessing it’s not looking too good for your old man right about now…

I’m sorry to do this to you, son. I should have told you all these things face to face, but somehow I never got around to it, and now the doc is telling me my old ticker ain’t doing too good and it feels like there’s so much to say that I don’t know where to begin.

First things first, I suppose, so let’s get the obvious out of the way. At least, I hope it’s obvious. I love you, Harvey. And I’m proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you. I think you know that. Jesus, I hope you know that. I hope I told you that enough when I was alive. I hoped it showed in everything I did and said when we were together. I think you know. I think you know.

Secondly, it wasn’t your fault, you know. You know what I’m talking about. Your mother’s infidelity. I know that as far as the rest of the world is concerned you appear to lay all the blame for the break-up of our marriage at your mother’s door, but you don’t fool me. I see the little boy, hiding behind his anger, using it as a shield to deflect attention away from the fact that he wonders if it was his fault, wonders if he did something to drive her to it. You didn’t. It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault. There was nothing you did to cause it and nothing you could have done to prevent it. You were a child when it started. Hell, for all I know it started before you were even born. But I do know this - it was not your fault. Okay? You didn’t make her cheat. Get that through that goddamn head of yours.

And stop beating yourself up about being the one to tell me about it, too. Truth is, I think I always knew, deep down. I just didn’t want to admit it. I knew your mother was unhappy and I turned away and pretended not to see. Because I was afraid of losing her. I loved her, and I wanted her to be happy, and she wasn’t. And that made me feel like a failure. But instead of letting her go, I clung on. I told myself it would be okay. If we could only make it to Thanksgiving we’d be okay. Or to Christmas. Or your birthday. Or our next anniversary. But I was kidding myself. When you love someone, and they don’t love you back, it’s never  okay. It’s soul destroying. But keeping someone tied to you when you know they’d rather be free, that’s killing the person you love, slowly but surely. A little part of your mother died with every passing year and I did nothing to stop it. I did nothing to help her.

I pretended that all she needed was a little space from time to time. So I agreed to tour with anyone who asked me. I told myself that she missed me as much as I missed her when I was on the road. But her voice on the other end of the line was always cold when I called. Except when we talked about you and Marcus. She always loved you two. Her beautiful boys, she called you. You remember that? Her beautiful boys. But you were mine, too. My beautiful, proud, stubborn, hard-headed boys.

But it’s that pride and stubbornness and hard-headedness that has me worried now. (Not about Marcus. I know he’ll be all right. He has Katie and your mom and if anything good came from him being sick before it was that it taught him it’s okay to reach out to people when you need them. You, though, I’m afraid the only thing you’ll reach for is the scotch.)

You see, I’ve been talking to your mother. Her and Bobby both. I should have told you that. I should have told you it was all right to forgive her. To love her. But I was scared. Scared you’d think me weak for forgiving her. Scared I’d lose your respect. But it wasn’t fair to either of you. Maybe nothing I said would have made a difference, but I could have tried. So much time you’ve lost. Time you could have spent repairing your relationship. And now I’m gone and you’re going to need someone, Harvey. And if not your mother, who?

I know you won’t lean on Marcus. You take your role of big brother far too seriously to allow you to do that. There’s Jessica and Donna, and even Louis, of course. But you won’t open up to them. You won’t let them see you weak, even though they’d never judge you for it. And you know I like Scottie, but you need someone who does more than just challenge you, Harvey. You need someone you can let yourself be weak around. Someone you don’t have to appear strong to all the time. But to do that you’d need to let someone in, and that doesn’t come easy to you, kid. I guess you can blame your mother and me for that. You heard me talk about our great love so many times, and you saw the truth of that love, how it only went one way, and now you doubt it could ever be any other way. But it can, Harvey. It can. You just have to be open to it.

And here’s the thing. If I had it to do all over again, I would. If I could go back in time to that first night we met, I wouldn’t change a thing. I would still ask her if I could take her home. I wouldn’t walk away. I wouldn’t know how to. Because I don’t regret your mother, I could never regret her. And not just because she gave me you boys (although, of course, I’d never give you up for the world). I’m not good with words, but I’ll try to explain.

Before Lily most people were just … white noise. There’d been other women before her, but they were nothing more than background music. Easy listening. Safe, comfortable, predictable. But Lily, oh, she was a blues song and a country ballad. Soul and jazz and gospel. She was rock and roll and she was Beethoven’s Fifth. She was ‘Ode to Joy’ sung by choirs of angels. My lullaby. My national anthem. My requiem. She was it all. She still is.

Some people are their own magnus opus. A great work in and off themselves. I think your mother is one of those people. But most of us are works in progress. Unfinished symphonies just waiting for the right one to come along and complete them. Your mother completed me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t return the favour. She didn’t need me to.

You pretend you’re one of the ones who truly don’t need anyone else to come along and help them compose their life’s song, Harvey, and maybe you even believe it. But I know better. I know you. You’re the sweetest tune I ever produced, kid, but you’re an unfinished symphony. And somewhere out there there’s someone with all the right notes. You just gotta find them, and when you do - let them in.

Maybe it’ll be love at first sight, like me with your mother. Maybe it’ll take a little longer. But you’ll know it’s them when you find yourself breaking every rule you ever made for yourself. I swore I’d never fall for a groupie, but five minutes with your mother and I was already planning the proposal.

I would have went anywhere with her, put her above everyone I’d ever known, given up my life for her. Hell, I’d have even given up music for her if she’d asked me to. When you find someone you’d give it all up for, you’ll know. And you’ll understand why I never stopped loving your mother. It was beyond my power to do so. But even if I could’ve, I wouldn’t. Because your mother was the most beautiful song I ever heard and no matter how it ended I wouldn’t have missed a single note for anything.

You’ve never been afraid of anything in your life, son. Don’t start now. Don’t be afraid of loving someone. Life’s too short, take it from me.

I love you, Harvey. Never doubt it.

All my love,

Dad

Harvey let the letter drop to the desk in front of him as the silent tears that had been threatening to fall all through his reading of it finally found release. For maybe the first time in his life he understood what people meant when they said crying could be cathartic.

When he had pulled himself together enough to talk he didn’t even hesitate as he reached for his phone and hit Mike’s number. His dad was right. He was Harvey goddamn Specter and he’d never been afraid of anything in his life. He wasn’t going to start now.

“Mike? Hey, listen - how soon can you get to my place? The scotch is better there and I have an offer I’d like to run by you…”

|We Meet Again|

Originally posted by allforbts


Pairing: Park Jimin x Idol!Reader
Synopsis: You, dear reader, are an idol. Your debut was a pure success but behind your ambition is hiding something. A dream that can now be realized. You can meet him again, maybe now he’ll notice you?
Warning: None
Word Count: 1880
Author Note: So this was a one-shot that was requested by Marinaomar. I hope you’ll all like it! I’m sorry if there’s errors in the text it’s not exactly all corrected, but anyways!


BREAKING NEWS: YG Entertainment, part of the “big three” as we usually call the three most popular Kpop companies, early released their new band, ARKANE. For more information about the new group stay tuned! 

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I think it’s really awesome when your best days are ones where everything is just completely normal or average. Like you went to school and something fun happened, or you saw a bunch of people you know at a coffee shop, you went on a run that reminded you of good memories, you drove with the windows down listening to music on roads you know like the back of your hand. If you’re able to find beauty and happiness in common place everyday activities, you have learned something very valuable. Don’t wait for the weekend, or summer, or vacation, or for something amazingly unbelievable to happen to have the best day of your life. Just enjoy the beauty of everyday life. Within the monotony of a daily routine there are minute differences that lead to endless possibilities and somehow the normal everyday can become an unknown adventure.

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💐 Kokoro by @ellesanimalhaven 🌸


I had first dreamed of this amazingly beautiful town a few years ago and have been wanting to revisit for a while now, and I’m still blown away by the amount of work that went into its completion. You can see all the love and attention to detail that Elle has put into it, and I’m sure that everyone who has also dreamed of Kokoro will agree with me! 

Open Letter To The Community

So recently, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts circulating of other members of the community saying things along the lines us “I’m not nearly as good looking as everyone else in the community” or “Compared to everyone else around here, I look ugly”.  I’ve also even had some people who have told me this directly in conversation, that they felt not good enough to be here, not attractive enough, or they just doubt themselves and feel intimidated to talk to people because of that.

Loves,

ALL of us are here for ONE reason, a SINGLE reason we all know and have in common.

We all like tickling.  

Whether it be sexual or not, whether you consider it a fetish, kink, or just an interest/love, we are all here because we all love the same thing.  So we are all basically a community of nerds who made blogs so we can reach out and connect with others who feel the same way!  No one is better than anyone else, there’s no popularity system happening, there’s no cliques, we are literally all just a bunch of geeks who wanted to find a place to express their love for this thing we all love.

This community NEEDS you, ALL of you!  We are filled with people of all shapes, sizes, colors, sexualities, personalities, races, religions, mental illnesses….the list is endless, but we are such a beautiful place of acceptance for all of those things I’ve listed, and more and thats literally one of my favorite things about this place.  No matter what you look like, no matter how annoying you might think you are, there’s always a friend or a group of friends here that you click with because we are all such an amazingly accepting crowd.  

This community would most certainly not be at all what it is without all of you guys, its members.  Because all of us are so different, it makes it so much easier and fun when all of us come together and connect with each other here.  The fact that you look different or act different than other blogs is perfect and so more than welcome, and you’re what makes this community such an incredible place to be in. 

So please my lovelies, stop self-deprecating because you may not feel good enough to be here, or as good as another blog, but you so ARE and I WANT you here because seeing all of your little reblogs, posts, likes, and stuff make me so happy.  You MORE than deserve to be here because you’re you, you’re beautiful, you ARE good enough, and most importantly you’re unique, which is what makes this community so amazing to be a part of.  I’m honestly so honored to be a part of this family with each and every one of you here.  

-Abs xoxo

The Muse of My Heart

Tom HiddlestonxReader (Anon Request)

I was thinking of an imagine with Tom reading you his poetry he wrote because you were having a rough night and problems sleeping.

(So this was probably a short imagine request, but sometimes my brain gets out of hand haha… 1000 some words later… here we are. haha)

You took a slow breath and mustered the best smile you could. Damn if he wasn’t too good for you. He was wonderful and beautiful and he also had the uncanny ability to defuse your most stressful days. How was he even real?

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Newt Scamander X Reader- Drawn Together

Newt Scamander x reader-Drawn Together


A/N: This is my first Newt Scamander Imagine type of thing. I don’t know how good it will be or if anyone will read it. But if you do happen to stumble upon this, hope you enjoy. I had fun writing this. There are no warnings, just a bit of fluffiness from a famous Hufflepuff. Enjoy!


You and the Newt had been close friends ever since your strange first encounter during your shift at a dress shop. You were sitting behind the counters, lost in your own world. The notebook you always carried was spread open on the polished counter, as the dresses in the shop always gave you inspiration to create and sketch. It had been one of your favorite pastimes, especially when business was rather downtempo. Lines and colors all connected to make your image in your mind spring into reality. A ringing bell stole you out of your thoughts, signaling that there was a customer. In the doorway stood a panic-stricken man in a deep peacock colored coat.


Newt was in a bit of a frenzy. He had neglected to get his case locks fixed before traveling again. Once again he was back in New York after finishing the publication of his book, however, it turns out that he had once again lost his thief of a Niffler. He was supposed to be heading over to the Goldstein residence with Jacob, but he would have to push that back. After chasing him down several streets, he came to a stop as he noticed the Niffler scurry inside your shop to get ahold of the crystals on the dresses. With a groan of disbelief, he stumbled into the dress shop, earning a questioning look from you. At first you thought he was trying to steal something since he just kept rummaging through the intricate skirts and sleeves, tossing them randomly all over, but you soon cleared up the misunderstandings. Apparently he was looking for his creature, which you two found of course, but there was a problem. You were what he called a Muggle, or No-Maj in America, so you had to be obliviated.


After making sure the Niffler was back in his case, Newt pulled out his wand, looked into your eyes, and felt slightly guilty. He couldn’t just get rid of your memories, regardless of the rules. He knew he had slightly exposed the wizarding world with the Niffler chase, but he couldn’t knowing you were kind enough to help him. A man who probably sounds completely mad walks into a store you’re working at and instead of calling the police, you assist him. You provided him help, even if you did think he was some criminal on the run at the start. And in all honesty, Newt didn’t want to lose someone who acted so kind to him.


He tucked his wand away. You stared at him again and asked, “Aren’t you going to do the obli-whatever that thing is?”


“No. It’s against the rules, but for some reason, I feel like I shouldn’t,” he was putting too much trust in you, “But I can’t have you telling people about this…”
“I won’t,” you said, not paying attention to the smile on your face, “Besides, people think I’m weird enough already.” You gave a slight laugh and Newt smiled back with his cheeks turning crimson.


“Alright, um…”


“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and your name is what exactly?”


“Right, (Y/N), and it’s Newt, Newt Scamander.”
—–
But that was some time ago. You two learned a lot about one another, and learned to trust one another rather quickly. He told you all about the wizard world and past adventures, he even introduced you to Tina, Queenie, and Jacob, who you formerly knew as the baker down the street. You two also frequently met after your work ended for a cup of tea or coffee. Newt was quite the fascinating man.


You found him even more fascinating when he told you about the interior of his case. All sorts of creatures large and small resided in there. Except for Pickett the Bowtruckle, he usually hid in Newt’s pocket or behind your hair. Newt found this a bit odd since Pickett typically stayed with him. He did feel a smidge jealous, but he was also overwhelmed with a source of joy, the type that made your heart swell.


Today was one of those days where you both found one another inside his case. Newt was tending to the mooncalves while you were greeted by Dougal.
“Hello to you again Dougal,” you giggled. The Demiguise looked up at you before hopping onto your lap. Once again, your notebook was open, and currently being filled with your interpretive sketches of Newt’s case. You became immersed in your own world again, surrounded by the calls of magical beasts with Dougal peacefully resting on you still.


Newt brushed his hands after setting down the pail of mooncalf food and looked at your concentrated form. Your (H/C) hair was pushed slightly back and your hands carefully worked in your notebook. You paused to stroke Dougal and give him attention, breaking your concentration. A smile crept onto your face again as your eyes filled with adoration for the miraculous creature. Newt sighed in contentment. It began to get increasingly hot even though he wasn’t wearing his thick coat anymore. He could only lie to himself for so long, for he was completely infatuated with everything you did. You were beyond beautiful, of course, but you were also intelligent, kind-hearted, and by far the most incredible human he has ever met. He didn’t care if you weren’t like him. If anything, that only made him more attracted to you. He was madly blushing by this point, and also feeling a bit like a stalker as he admired you from afar. He couldn’t look away though. You were different and he was different, both in each of your own individual ways.


He didn’t want to just be friends anymore, he had known this for a while. He loved the way you didn’t run away screaming in terror from his creatures, but instead, opened your golden heart to them. When he first brought you down into the case, you bombarded him with questions he was thrilled to answer. You were curious, lovely and curious, and he couldn’t understand where you had been for all his life. You beamed with excitement and radiated acceptance. You accepted them. You accepted him.


He picked up the bucket and walked closer to you, accidently awaking Dougal.
“How were the mooncalves?” you questioned.


“They were well (Y/N). I see Dougal has found a new place to nap,” he laughed.
You laughed along with him, igniting his cheeks once more as your melodious laugh filled his ears.


“Indeed.”


Newt looked over your shoulder and took notice of a set of new sketches you had added to your book. One of them was the sleeping Demiguise, and a few along the bottom were of the young Occamy babies, but the larger one caught his attention. It was a hand drawn sketch of himself. His hair swept over his face slightly as his form was drawn rather attractively. He didn’t realize you could draw so well, he knew you were good, but you managed to make him like a man you would see in photos on display. His muscles were outlined under his shirt, and he suddenly felt ten times stronger than what he actually was. Even his freckles were placed so delicately, like stars in the night sky. He kept staring but was interrupted when he heard you gasp. He instantly became nervous.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” he asked, concern coursing through his veins.


You started to tuck the notebook away. “You, you weren’t supposed to see that one.”


He knew right away which one. “It’s okay (Y/N), there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was rather amazing and lovely.” By now he was kneeling beside you.


“But you weren’t supposed to see it Newt.”


“But it was beautiful, intricate and amazingly beautiful,” he trailed off before speaking again, you were still cringing at your own embarrassment and rosy cheeks. “Just like you.”


Your eyes went wide, before you spoke put a soft, “N-Newt.”


He hadn’t registered exactly what he said until moments later. His heartbeat was thumping and escalating, like a raging thunderstorm. He debated as to whether he should speak again, hoping he wouldn’t appear too daft.


“I-I yes you are, (Y/N). You are quite remarkable. You-you have been my end, I mean friend and I, well um,” he stuttered as the butterflies inside him took over. He was running out of things to say. His words were stuck and weren’t coming out. Your mouth was slightly hanging open and your face was still beet red. You were about to ask something, but you were cut off. You were cut off by Newt leaning in, and kissing you right on your lips.


It wasn’t rough, but instead smooth. Newt thought you would pull away in horror at his abrupt actions, but he couldn’t confine his feelings anymore. There was no way of sugar coating it. He was in love with you. You were just as strange and nervous as he was, just as understanding. You kept kissing him, pulling yourself closer, for Dougal had disappeared off of your lap. He entangled his large hands through your hair. Nothing but passion was exchanged between the two of you in the serenity of his hidden world. When the two of you pulled away, Newt began apologizing rapidly.


“I’m so sorry. I t-thought you, I thought it was okay I-,”


“Newt, it’s okay.”


“It is?”


You looked up at him. He was breathing heavily as you smiled at him. You could see every detail etched on his face.


“Yes. I just thought you didn’t like me, you know, like that. I always thought you would go with Tina.”


“But Tina and I are friends.”


“Yes but Tina is a lot more-,”


You didn’t get to finish because Newt began to squeeze your hand again. He stared into your eyes, becoming mesmerized again.


“Tina is my friend, and I don’t want you to finish that sentence. You are the most astonishing person I have ever met. I never thought I would meet someone as caring towards me or even my beasts would ever come into my life as you have. There is no one other than you that I would rather have in my arms or by my side.”


You were touched by his words. This man, this awkward yet wonderful in every way possible man loved you. All of you was loved and cherished by Newt. He grabbed both of your hands to stand you up. He glanced down before pressing another sweet kiss to your cheek. You returned the favor by pulling him closer as you rested your head on his chest briefly.


“I love you Newt.”


“And I love you my darling.”


You pulled away from him once more.


“Newt, the rest of the creatures probably still need to be fed.”


You didn’t want the moment to end, but you knew the other creatures shouldn’t have to wait for food while you two were busy kissing.


Newt chuckled before responding back, “Yes love, come on. Let’s go.”


He grabbed another bucket of food in one hand, and he cradled your hand in his other. You picked your notebook up before heading to the other parts in his case, ready for anything that now came to you and Newt. You were both unique, and together, you were incredibly perfect, both like colors mixing together for the perfect shade.

Maserlist:

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6

Here is one of the many beautiful books I got from the charity book fair I went to on Friday. It’s a Haggadah, which is a Jewish text that is read out at the Passover Seder (special Passover meal) to set out the order of events. It tells the story of the Exodus from Egypt and prescribes what rituals take place at the Seder. This one is in Hebrew and English and is beautifully illuminated, with lovely illustrations and text throughout. What I also thought was really special was that it has a personal dedication in the front, which reads:

‘Mazeltov Daniel.
May the memories of your bar-mitzvah be everlasting,
and on each Passover SEDER you have
memories of your uncle Joe and aunty Edith.
6th March 1982′

I think I’m very lucky to have gotten my hands on such a beautiful and personally meaningful book. And amazingly it cost me 3 whole dollars, as the books at this particularly fair are always super affordable.

What book of yours do you think is the most beautiful/aesthetically pleasing?

or

Have you ever gotten a book secondhand with someone else’s written dedication in the front?

Hearts on Ice

Summary: Dan has a small crush on Phil. Big deal, right?

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: fluff, angst, musician!AU, highschool!AU, pianist!Dan, violinist!Phil

Warnings: None


He had always passed by him in the hallways every day. Dan never really noticed the man with the sweater vests and the scent of coffee trailing behind.

That was until one day, fucking Chris decided to pull a nasty prank on him and stick some gum in his hair. Dan didn’t notice until the man with sweater vest pointed it out and offered to pull it out.

This, of course, resulted in massive head pain for Dan and a bit of frustration on the other man’s part. However, Dan couldn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly when his savior flashed a grin at him after finally taking out the gum from his hair. The man introduced himself as Phil, and Dan was enamored.

From then on, Dan’s cheeks flushed a tint of red whenever Phil walked past him. Unfortunately, a bond over pulling gum out of one’s hair wasn’t strong enough to really consider people “friends,” but Dan secretly hoped that one day Phil would extend an olive branch of friendship.

One day, Dan thought to himself.

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Easy

pairing: michael x reader

word count: 1,685

this is super super super angsty so beware


Your head was in your hands, apathetic towards the little streams of stale tears lying under your eyes. He sat across the room, staring off into space as fraught breaths passed his lips. Lifting your head, noticing how much of a struggle the simple act instantly became, you looked over at him and sighed. “Nobody said it would be easy.”

“Nobody said it would be this hard, either.” He retorted, continuing to stare into thin air. His eyes were glossed over, with dark bags hanging underneath them indicating the lack of sleep he’s gotten recently. “It’s not supposed to be this hard.”

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself forcefully away from the table, walking over to the large window and staring out of it in thought. You looked at all the windows of the building across the street, how few of them were lit up with families all congregating at the dinner table and sharing joyous conversation. You wished that was you. “I guess other people just get lucky.”

Your comment really hurt Michael, causing him to shut his eyes tightly to keep the tears from spilling out. He sucked in a curt breath at the sentence and trembled. “Please don’t say that.”

“Well what do you want me to say, Michael?” You asked tiredly, turning around to face him, but he didn’t look at you. “Are you too scared to even look at me anymore?”

“I’m just confused.” He said, finally succumbing to the pressure and tearing his eyes open, showing off his eyes that were once bright and full of life, but were now dull and sad. “Love isn’t supposed to feel like this.”

“What does it feel like to you?” You questioned, intrigued by his statement.

Biting on his bottom lip and darting his eyes away just for a single second, he exhaled. “It feels…confining. I feel guilty.”

Your heart quaked. “Why?” 

“Because…” He trailed off, blinking slowly as if to stall. “It feels forced, now.”

The tension in the room quickly built up behind his confession, leaving you heartbroken and helpless. It wasn’t much of a difference from the past few months, though. The stress on your relationship was at an all-time-high and you two fought more than anything. He was controlling, and you were demanding. 

“You don’t feel anything towards me anymore, do you?” 

Slowly, he shook his head. “Just regret.”

You choked on a breath, the tears welling up again and you brought a hand up to your mouth, astonished at the situation you were in at the moment. “So…so that means you regret everything?” You managed to ask, after wiping away the tears. 

“Love, don’t think this isn’t hard on me either, because it is.” He said, immediately pushing himself off the couch and walking over to you, placing his hands on the sides of your arms. “This is hell for me to go through.”

“If this is hell for you then what am I feeling?” You asked rhetorically. “Michael, we have a child together, you can’t just sit here and tell me you regret her.”

“Of course I don’t, love. No, no, no.” He said, shaking his head. “I just…it’s more me, I guess. I know I’m not cut out for this whole ‘love’ bullshit. I thought I was, but I’m not. I’ve been in so many relationships, Y/N, and I really did think that I loved you because I felt different around you. But…something happened…and that excitement and joy I so desperately craved from the idea of love just never materialized for me.”

“What did I do wrong, then?” You asked, crying harder.

“Nothing at all.” He said, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. “Us together just don’t mix, can’t you tell? We fight more than we love, Y/N. Constantly at each other’s throats, and for what? What is there to gain in being together?”

You shook your head, forced to face the fact. “There’s no love anymore.”

“Maybe for you, there’s still some in you. But not for me.” He said, shutting his eyes in shame. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Pulling yourself away from him, you ran your shaking hands through your hair. “What about Lucia?”

Michael shrugged his shoulders, running his hand along his stubble-covered jaw. “I don’t know…I just don’t know anymore.”

“That isn’t a real answer, Michael!” You exclaimed, becoming agitated. “That can’t just be your answer for everything. She’s just as much your responsibility as she is mine; you can’t just walk away from her.”

“She wouldn’t even remember me. She’s far too young.”

“Are you suggesting you walk out of her life…forever?” You asked in bewilderment. “You can’t be serious right now.”

“I told you, Y/N. I feel so confined right now and staying here wouldn’t help at all.” He told you, so quiet you could barely hear him. It was as if he wished you didn’t hear; he felt so ashamed, but he couldn’t help it–it was the truth.

But you wouldn’t accept it. Everything he’s told you in the past, how he’s made you feel, what he’s given to you…all of that was just pried from your hands, without hope of coming back, it seemed. 

You sniffled, composing yourself slightly, and looked towards Michael with distaste. “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“Y/N…” He sighed in defeat, becoming worked up again as a new wave of fresh tears overcame him. 

“It just sucks, to sit here and think that this guy you gave everything to would stay by your side no matter what…but then he just changes his mind.” You bitterly told him. “Leave it to the guy that claimed to be infatuated with every sense of my being at the beginning of this relationship to end up hurting me more than anyone else.”

“Please love, don’t–”

“Don’t what? Don’t put the blame on you? Don’t ‘guilt trip’ you?” You asked, approaching him with heavy feet and eyes lit with passion. “You’re pathetic, Michael.”

“I’m sorry, but–”

At that moment, you were cut off by the cries of your 3 month old baby in the other room. Both of your heads whipped around in that direction, and you glared back at Michael as you walked into her room silently. Seeing Lucia always made you happy; she was such a beautiful little girl, with these amazingly charming, big brown eyes. But in the heat of the moment, you looked at her and couldn’t help but feel guilty, as if the stress on yours and Michael’s relationship was your fault, and now you had the challenge of raising a kid thrown on top of everything. 

You carefully picked her up out of her crib, propping her on your hip and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hey Lucy baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, trying to calm her down from the fit she was having. “Everything’s going to be alright.” You tried to believe yourself, but it was impossible. It was then you knew it wasn’t because she needed a changing, nor that she was hungry; because, after a moment of silence where you and Michael weren’t fighting, she was completely relaxed against your shoulder, grasping onto you with her tiny fingers. 

Michael appeared in the doorway, wiping his eyes as he walked up to both of you. You noticed, turning your back on him and taking a seat in the rocker near the window, as if protecting her from him. “What do you want?”

He shrugged, looking down at Lucia in your arms and gesturing towards her. “For you and her to be happy.”

Your face went numb, eyes fluttering closed for a second and your hand subconsciously cradling Lucia’s head. “And what do you think will make us happy?”

“For me to leave.” He whispered. 

Shaking your head, you ignored the tear falling from your eye. “That’s not what I want, Michael.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Can’t you just fall back in love with me?” You told him, trying to be quiet and not wake Lucia. She started to stir in your arms, and you stood up to place her back in her crib.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Midway through your task, Michael came up to watch, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sleeping little girl lying fast asleep. He looked up at you, both of your tired eyes connecting with his. 

“No one said it was easy.” You told him truthfully. “Nothing in life is easy.”

“Then I want to make you happy. And her happy.” He said, running his hand up and down your back. 

“You can’t keep telling me all these vague plans, Michael. Are you going to stay here and try to work things out, or are you going to just give up this easy?” You asked wretchedly. Please fight for us, you thought. Please stay.

He nodded to himself, making up his mind and affirming that what he chose was the right thing to do. “I’ll try. I can try.”

From that, it was all you needed to break down once again, although this time he was here to console you. You could feel his little tear droplets fall onto the back of your neck, as your own transferred onto the material of his jumper. For the first time tonight, you felt the slightest bit of relief–happiness, even. You loved Michael, truly, and to have him this close to leaving you and your daughter was like you staring the end of the world right in the eye, unable to save yourself. 

When he mumbled “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve anything I’ve done to you tonight,” you felt the conviction; you knew it came from his heart. You knew he genuinely meant it.

It wouldn’t be easy, but you would all be okay. One day.