it was the first to pop in my mine

Playtime with Daddy 3 😙

“Whatcha doing little girl?” Daddy asks “Hehe nothing Daddy” I say as I twirl around trying to get his attention. I’m wearing my favourite pink princess costume. I love playing dress up.
“Daddy I wanna play a game”
Daddy’s working at his desk. He turns around in his chair and faces me.
“look at my little princess”
I do a little twirl for Daddy.
“I can think of a game we can play.”
Daddy has that look in his eyes.
“What is it Daddy?”
“It’s like Simon says princess, but we also gonna do playtime. Daddy’s been under a lot of stress because of work, and he needs his princess to make him feel better”
I pout a bit. I wanna play a different game but Daddy makes the rules.
“Okay but only if Daddy is the king”
“Daddy is always the king sweetie. Now come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“Okay Daddy”
I gleefully sit on Daddy’s lap. It’s my favourite place to sit. He rubs my backs and trails kisses from my shoulder all the way up to my neck leaving little bites in between. I squirm a bit, Daddy knows kissing my neck makes me go crazy. He grabs my hair hard “Be good princess stay still.”
“Okay Daddy”
Daddy goes for my neck again but I squirm some more.
“Princess what did I say?”
I’m feeling bratty today
“Nothing”
Daddy gives me a look “nothing?”
I jump off Daddy’s lap. Hide and seek is much more fun game. I run to my room and hide in my bed. I hear Daddy go into his room first and then mine.
“Princess?”
I pop out from under the covers.
“Come here little girl” Daddy’s voice is slightly stern.
I hide back under the covers.
“No!”
Daddy waits.
“Don’t make me count to three Angel your not gonna like it”
I hold my position.
“1.”
I stay under the covers
“2….”
I hold for a second but I know Im gonna be in big trouble. I come out from under the covers and go to Daddy. Thankfully he doesn’t look super mad yet.
“You disobeyed me Princess. Sometimes you have to play the games Daddy wants to play. Do you understand?”
I nod my head
“Do you have anything you want to say?”
I hesitate. I’m feeling really bratty today, and Daddy doesn’t seem to care.
“Fuck.”
“What’d you say?”
“Fuck!”
Daddy stares at me for a second.
“Knees now.” Daddy says sternly.
“I don’t wanna…”
“Dont make me count again.”
I hesitate. Daddy comes closer.
“If you’re gonna behave like a bad girl you’re going to get treated like a bad girl. Now get on your knees.”
I start to go down to my knees. Daddy takes his belt off.
“Don’t move.” Daddy puts his belt around my neck like a leash, he usually only does that when I’m really bad. “Come on” Daddy tugs on his belt.
“Daddy where are we going?”
“Your timeout corner”
I don’t like my timeout corner.

Daddy walks me to his bedroom first. He grabs my butt plug and kneels down to me.
“Why am I doing this?” Daddy asks.
“Because I was bad and didn’t listen and said a bad word.”
Daddy nods his head and spits on the butt plug.
“No lube for bad girls” holding the belt so I don’t move, Daddy reaches over and slowly takes off my panties. Then all at once drives the butt plug in me. I wince in pain but I know that I was a bad girl and deserve it.
“Open your mouth” Daddy commands.
I do as I’m told.
Daddy turns to his drawer and pulls out my ball gag. I keep my mouth open for Daddy to put it in. It’s so big I can barely fit it all.
“Let’s go”
Daddy walks me downstairs to my timeout corner. It’s a little chair in the corner by his desk.
“On your knees upright” Daddy commands. I do what he says. Daddy takes the leash off and begins unzipping my princess costume.
“You’ve been bad, bad girls don’t get to be princesses do they?”
I shake my head as Daddy strips me.
“Now crawl to your corner and sit there” I do as Daddy commands.
Daddy makes me sit there for what seems like an eternity. The butt plug hurts as I squirm from having to sit still for so long. Daddy looks at over to me. I try not to move to much while he’s watching.
“Come here princess” Daddy calls over. I crawl to Daddy and show I’m a good girl. I assume position, on my knees, upright, head looking down.
“You’ve been a bad girl today and Daddy has to discipline bad behaviour. Do you understand?”
I nod my head, my ball gag still in my mouth. Daddy stands up and starts moving things off his desk.
“Lay on the desk. Legs apart, facing me.”
I do what Daddy says. The desk is cold on my already naked body. Daddy begins stripping down. He takes his shirt off, his pants and his boxers. He sits back down in his chair and put his face in between my legs.
“This time princess, when I say don’t move, I expect you not to move.”
Daddy trails his tongue along the edges of my pussy. He gives me little kisses and tickles. I try my best to stay still but it’s really hard.
Daddy tugs on my butt plug.
“Stay. Still. I won’t say it again” I tense up. Daddy begins to jerk himself, while simultaneously eating my pussy. I stay still while his tongue trails up and down me. He swirls his tongue on my clit and pulsing in my hole. Daddy reaches up and starts to fondle my tits. Squeezing my nipples, and running them through his fingers. I start to go crazy and squirm by accident. This makes Daddy mad. He moves his hands to my throat and starts to tug on my butt plug more.
“What a bad little girl” Daddy says
“Come here.” Daddy effortlessly picks me up and turns me over so that I’m bent over the desk.
“If you won’t stay still on your own I’m going to have to make you”
Daddy grabs my hands and puts them behind my back holding me down. My mouth’s beginning to slobber with the ball gag inside it and my butt hurts from the jerking motions.
“Are you going to be good little girl?”
I nodd my head
Daddy puts his big cock in my little pussy. The thrusts intensify with the addition of the butt plug. Everything feels tighter then usually. Daddy begins ramming me. I start to moan through my ball gag. Daddy’s fucking me harder then usual today. He pulls on my hair tightly as he thrusts deeper and deeper. Daddy’s fucking me so hard I begin to worry I’ll cum without permission. Daddy reaches over and takes my ball gag out of my mouth. I sigh in relief. He continues to rail me hard.
“You like when daddy fucks your holes princess”
I moan “yessss daddy”
“Are you daddy’s little sex toy?”
Daddy’s cock feels so good. I moan louder.
“Yes please daddy”
“Are you going to listen from now on??”
“Yes daddy!”
Come here. Daddy pulls me up by my hair and moves me down back to my knees. He begins jerking his cock off while he holds my face in one hand.
“Open that bad mouth of yours”
I do as I’m told. Daddy spits in it and I swallow.
“Thank you daddy”
Daddy holds my hair tightly, and I leave my mouth open for daddy’s load. I love daddy’s cum and I’m lucky he still wants to share it with me.
“That a good girl”
My heart melts. I’m definitely happier being a good girl rather then a bad one.
Daddy finishes on me. He sprays my chest, tummy, face and hair. I rub it on my body just like Daddy likes so I’m covered.
“Good girl” Daddy says. I smile.
“Do you want daddy to clean you?”
“No Daddy! I wanna wear it all day!”
Daddy laughs and gives me a little kiss on my forehead.
“Daddy only disciplines you because he loves you. You know that right?”
I hug Daddy with my naked body and give Daddy kisses.
“Yes Daddy!”
I’m so lucky to have a good Daddy.❤️

Jikook Fic Rec!

Here you go @jimincentric and the other anon who asked for the long, mpreg Jikook fanfics! I tried my best to find my favourites, so I apologise if you’ve already read them? (Almost all of mine are bottom Jimin, too, so I’m sorry if you wanted something more diverse.)


Pregnant Jimin. 

(I had a hard time finding ones that were long, so please bare with me.)

Hold Tight; Hold Me Down by leegaae. (This is one of my favourites! It’s very angsty and emotional, so, be aware.)

War of Hormones by staycute1234. (Very cute and my very first mpreg fic. So, thanks for popping my mpreg cherry, haha.)

Milk and Honey by fatal (cumrich). (First off, I love this author so, so much. And second off, this fic is absolutely filthy.)

I like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) also by fatal (cumrich). (This one has no mpreg in it yet, but it is so well written that I think you’ll like it all the same!)

Jikook.

(This is going to be so, so long. I literally have like, 400 bookmarks that I went through and found my favourites from. And also, I’m sorry if I don’t mention you! I didn’t want this to take me all night.)


Before I start listing off fics, make sure you check out these authors for their Jikook fics. (Also it’s more convenient so that I don’t have to keep listing off multiple fics from the same author.)

Levetrate (Ahhhh. I can’t.)

fatal (cumrich) (Cries.)

empressium (Cries times 2.)

gangbang (Cries times 3.)

cocksluts (Sobs.)

wordcouture (Sobs times 2.)

goog (I love them.)

subjimin (Yes.) 

snarcsics (Please?)

Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita) (A legend.)

Staycute1234 (Jikook Queen.)      

And, also, check out these Tumblrs that also have really good Jikook headcanons and even drabbles! 

@placeyoursinshere

@jiminthefairyprince

@staycute1234

(Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I have such a bad memory. I can’t think of anymore recently. If I didn’t mention you, please remind me? I forget things so easily.)


Smut.

Payback Bitch ;)) by dreamciclejimin. (An older fic, but a good one, nonetheless.)

You’re My Achilles Heel by miskeen. (My innocence was officially gone with this one.)

Phase One by TheHalesNyx. (I love hybrid Kookie so much.)

Alphas Office by Vanill4candy(?) (Typically I don’t read anything on AFF, but, I really love this story so.)

Glass Diamonds by GinForInk. (We know I don’t do angst. But this story was still really good.)

two sides; same story by namjoone. (I actually haven’t finished this yet, but from what I have read so far, it’s so good.)

listen to my heartbeat (it’s calling for you at its own will) by poplolli. (Haven’t read this in sooo long. One of my first Jikook fics.)

8 ball by suga_trash_queen. (This one is really cute, too.)

For_Yoongi.avi by strangedesires. (Technically it’s Yoonminkook.)

a boy like that by jikookah. (Honestly. This probably is one of my absolute favorites.)

Follow Me by novilunar. (Jinminkook.)

Baby Relax by write_the_impossible. (OT7 with Jimin as the centric. So. Still Jikook, haha. I’m sorry.)

Who Let His Boyfriend Be so Fucking Hot? by Halottie. (Ahahaha. Filth. And one of my only Top Jimin exceptions.)

Swamp Magic by GinForInk. (READ THIS!)

Stupid Batteries by Zelupsi. (Ahh, the A/B/O.)

Starstruck by SugaTheTurtle. (Okay, but I recently re-read this one and it is gold.)

White by KookieChim. (Accurate, to be honest.)

Beautiful by nerdybrofian_to_the_rescue. (Fuck. This one.)

Painfully good by JikookTrash. (My innocence is pretty much gone by now, haha.)

Play Fair by lunamaia. (Okay, but tease!)

Beaded by fancypinkdick.  (I can’t anymore.)

Play house (put my favorite record on) by rapsucka (sonyeondanbiased). (This is Minjoonkook.)

(Alrighty! That wraps up the smut! Not too much, but enough, right? I hope you all enjoy and please, I apologise once again if I didn’t mention anyone.)

Fluff. 

(Not as much as should be. I’m sure I have more somewhere, haha.)

Scribbles and Drawings by evil_pandabear. (Cute.)

E[Love] by yuuami. (Cute times 2.)

Flower Talk by soranosuzu. (Soooo utterly adorable.)


(Okay. That’s it. And wow, can I just say that this took me so long! I really, really hope you all enjoyed this and found some new readings to keep you busy! I love you all so, so much! And also, thank you for being such amazing friends and actually making it this far?)

6

aesthetic: Usnavi tipping his hat

me and my cousin running just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop, and oh my god, it’s gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said, people come through for a few cold waters and a lottery ticket, just a part of the routine. Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream. They gossip as I sip my coffee and smirk, the first stop as people hop to work.

[x, x, x]

sacrifice

another quick entry! this time for klanceweek prompt #2: sacrifice

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1

This is the last thing Keith expected to happen when they landed on Gordania.

When they respond to a distress beacon, it’s usually to free people from Galran control. Occasionally, the aliens invite the team for a party or celebration, seizing any opportunity they can to boast their connections with the legendary Voltron. There have been, of course, times when the aliens try to deceive them.

But this is a whole new level of deceit.

Keith sighs and glances down at the thick coils of rope wrapped around his torso. His eyes flick up to the circle of aliens surrounding him, a race of towering people with beady black eyes and physical features similar to that of a frog. They smile at Keith, bearing rows of glimmering fangs. Currently, Keith is tied to the trunk of a tree. A tree, which is soon to be set on fire.

That’s right— Keith Kogane is about to become a human sacrifice.

“Your death will not be in vain,” the nearest alien urges. Gordanorns, that’s what they’re called. “The gods are pleased that we have chosen you.”

What does he even say to that? Keith tries to wriggle his wrists free of their restraints and winces at the pinching pain. “Are you sure the, uh, gods want someone like me?”

“Of course.” The Gordanorn holds a long stick. A tiny flame flickers at the end. “You should be honored.”

“Right, right,” Keith mutters. Another experimental tug and, nope, there’s no way he’s getting out of this. Keith is well and truly fucked.

Just as the Gordanorn lifts the “ritualistic flame,” a shout rings out over the murmurs of the crowd. “Stop!”

Surprisingly enough, the Gordanorn does as it’s told. It halts and adjusts its hold, brandishing the stick like a weapon. Inky black eyes scan the area in search of the speaker. “Who dares to interrupt this ritual? Show yourself!”

From his place on the platform, Keith can’t quite make out the identity of his rescuer. They gradually push their way to the front of the group and— seriously? There’s no mistaking the familiar suit, accented with blue plates. Even Lance’s gait is distinct enough to recognize.

“I refuse to let you sacrifice my—” Indecision flickers across Lance’s features. Keith can decipher it even from this distance. Lance sets his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. “My husband!”

Keith wonders, for a second, if the Gordanorn already lit the fire and he’s dead.

“This man is simply a fellow paladin.” The alien assumes its full height, leering down at Lance. “I will not be tricked.”

Keith tenses, unintentionally straining against the ropes. He won’t make it out of this alive. But Lance isn’t panicking and carries on as if he hasn’t just been called out.

“Oh no, we’re married alright.” Lance cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

Warmth floods Keith’s face. When he escapes from here, he’s totally kicking Lance’s ass. Regardless of whether he saved him.

“Uh, yeah,” Keith answers awkwardly. “I knew my… husband would come for me.”

“Oh, I’ll come for y—”

“Why don’t you tell these nice Gordanorns why they can’t burn me at the stake,” Keith interjects through gritted teeth. “Babe.”

“I was getting to that.” Lance walks over to the platform Keith is on and hoists himself up. His long legs and arms make the task look effortless. He sidles up next to the alien holding Keith’s life in its webbed hands. “You see… if you kill him, we won’t be able to form Voltron anymore.”

The Gordanorn blinks. “And?”

Dammit, Lance.

“Oh. Well, alright. That’s not the only reason,” Lance continues, undeterred. “He’s also part-Galran.”

Gasps and outraged mutterings fill the air. The Gordanorn on the platform snarls at Keith like a rabid dog. They lift the stick, flame inches away from Keith’s face, and he squeezes his eyes shut. This isn’t exactly how he planned to die, but oh well.

Keith waits for the crippling pain of being stabbed but— it never comes.

Cautiously, Keith opens his eyes. He’s met with a tousled head of chocolate brown hair. Lance is furiously slicing through the rope with what appears to be a rock, sharpened to a dangerous point. A few seconds of frantic cutting and the rope falls. Keith immediately works his way free and allows Lance to tug him off the stage.

As Keith scans the crowd, he notes the unconscious Gordanorn on the ground in front of the platform. The others stand around their fallen warrior, flailing and panicking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Keith and Lance dive into the cover of the forest. They jump over roots and silently navigate through the trees. Lance takes the time to say, “I know, I know, we’ll talk about it when we get to Blue,” and leaves it at that.

Thankfully, the blue lion isn’t far from the village. The moment they step into the clearing, Blue crouches down, lowering their jaw to let the two crawl inside. Lance, for some reason, has yet to let go of Keith’s hand. He doesn’t until he climbs into the pilot’s seat.

Lance quickly takes control and helps Blue swerve through the branches overhead. Once they reach the treetops and effectively put enough space between themselves and the Gordanorns, Lance heaves a loud sigh of relief.

“Good riddance,” he mumbles and glances over his shoulder, shooting Keith a wobbly grin. “Sorry about the husband thing.”

“It’s alright.” Then, realization strikes Keith. “Wait, what did forming Voltron or being half-Galran have to do with us being married?”

“Well, you know, I was hoping they had at least some semblance of a heart. But that didn’t work so I had to go with the other excuses. The marriage was a failsafe, you know?”

Lance rambles away, and Keith edges closer, shaking his head. “Still not seeing a connection.”

“Just… ugh! I reacted, okay, I have no other— oh.” Lance freezes. He lifts a shaky hand to his cheek. The place Keith had just gently pressed a kiss to. “Keith…?”

“Thanks for saving me, husband.” Keith pats him on the shoulder, laughing at the way Lance startles at the touch. “I guess I can forgive you this one time.”

Never one to be outdone, Lance snorts and turns to Keith. “Whatever you say,” he answers cheekily, punctuating the sentence with an exaggerated wink, “babe.”

Oh, I’m definitely kicking his ass once we get back to the ship.

Andreil In A HeartBeat AU
  • Andrew grew up watching hearts pop out all around him. Growing up in the foster care system means seeing many hearts pop out just to be broken days later. With so many young teens crammed into the same house, crushes were often formed but they were hardly returned. Even when they were, they were soon separated due to the system. Sometimes the hearts never healed. Sometimes they did, but they were always scarred. Andrew had never seen a whole heart remain unmarked and promised himself he would never allow his heart to see the light of day, but that was years ago. Now, Andrew hardly believed he even had a heart. The years passed and even though Andrew had never seen his own physical incarnation of his heart, he knew it was damaged beyond repair. Luckily it never threatened to make an appearance. That is, until trouble arrived during his second year at Palmetto State University.
  • “Neil Josten is nothing special” was the first thought Andrew had upon seeing him in the tiny locker rooms at the cruddy high school he attended. Of course, That didn’t stop his heart from violently beating inside his chest. It didn’t show the physical sign of the HeartBeats which usually preceded the arrival of the heart, but it was a close call. Andrew ignored it like he did most things, but it was far from the last time his heart would act up
  • He was convinced it was another side effect of the drugs. Why else would his heartbeat surge like that when Neil responded to him in German? Nonetheless the same rapid heartbeat returned with a vengeance. This eventually became a regular thing. Any time Neil looked at him a certain way, or asked for a truth, or even when he got too excited about Exy, his heartbeat accelerated against his will.
  • Andrew finally admitted it was more than just the drugs when his heart jumped out of his chest after he handed the key to his house in Columbia. It wasn’t the act itself, but the face Neil made when he took the key; it was one of surprise and adoration, like he’d never been given anything before. Andrew immediately hated the look but it didn’t stop those HeartBeats from appearing when he turned away from Neil.
  • These HeartBeats increased throughout the rest of the semester and Andrew was about ready to cut it out of his chest. Their increasing interactions and conversations were wearing on Andrew’s nerves, always worried that he’d be caught. He never was since the HeartBeats always seemed to be delayed; they didn’t kick in until after Neil was gone. It resulted in Andrew giving in to Neil’s requests just so he wouldn’t be caught when the HeartBeats kicked in.
  • It didn’t help that Neil didn’t seem to know about the Hearts. When he saw the two small Hearts clinging to Dan and Matt, he was fascinated and started asking all sorts of questions. Andrew found out later that because of Neil’s life on the run, he hardly saw them and his mother never bothered explaining them to him. He claimed it was because she was too busy focusing on their survival, but Andrew knew it was another way to keep Neil safe. If his Heart ever manifested, it would be considered nothing but a liability. Andrew knew that from experience.
  • Driving back home after being released from rehab was almost harder than the time he spent in that hellish hospital. He was hoping the medication was the only reason his HeartBeats had begun, but seeing Neil waiting for him in the lobby had his heart picking up speed the way it had been all school year. Andrew ignored it, and drove them all home in silence. Andrew knew the HeartBeats wouldn’t be delayed anymore and was going to have to be careful from now on. He hadn’t come this far to let his Heart show up now.
  • It wasn’t until later on the rooftop when Andrew knew it was helpless. He told Neil he hated him despite his heart said the opposite. He threw Neil’s keys to the ground in an attempt to distract Neil when the HeartBeats made a reappearance and somehow it worked. Neil watched the keys fall as Andrew’s Heart worked to burst out of his chest. Neil went to retrieve the keys and still somehow missed the rapidly aggressive HeartBeat evident in Andrew’s chest. When Neil looked up at him and took a drag from the cigarette Andrew had tossed down there moments before, the one thing Andrew never wanted to happen did. His Heart appeared in front of him. It was an ugly little thing, bruised and scarred and almost unrecognizable as a Heart, but the face was one of pure love and adoration, the exact opposite of how Andrew felt. The excited little thing was ready to run after the stupid boy that caused these feelings, but before it could, Andrew pinned it down with one of his knives.
  • He wasn’t ready for this thing to give him away to Neil and the rest of the foxes, so Andrew trapped it in a jar lying around in his room and hid it under his bed. Of course this wasn’t the end. Andrew would repeatedly find the little guy had rolled the jar out from under the bed after interactions with Neil. He pretended not to see the heart’s increasing size and how the marks on it slowly faded with time.
  • Much to Andrew’s displeasure, Andrew returned to his dorm after the trip to Columbia that had him admitting his feelings to Neil to find the heart flying freely around the room trying to find a way to escape. Andrew was tired and instead of trying to capture the thing, he let it fly around the room. It went to the door, trying to fit through the cracks of the door. It also tried and  failed to open the window. The little Heart had grown to almost twice its original size, but it was still too small to do much of anything. Andrew put it in a box, and opened the window himself, smoking until he couldn’t hear the Heart bouncing around the box anymore.
  • Andrew was annoyed. He told Neil he hated him, and he meant it, but here they were on the roof again, Neil’s heart obviously beating, blush evident and bewildered with the new sensation. Apparently Neil enjoyed being hated. Despite this, Neil still had to audacity to ask about the other ten percent. He couldn’t tell him that the other ten percent was trapped in a box under his bed, so he didn’t. When Neil told him he wanted to see him lose control, Andrew could practically feel his Heart bursting out of the box.
  • Andrew kissed Neil. After months of denying and fighting it, he finally kissed the stupid scared boy he’d been infatuated with. When he pulled back, it was to see his Heart had broken free and was heading straight for Neil. Andrew tried to pull it from Neil’s shoulder but to his surprise, Neil stopped him, “No, it’s okay. How long have you been hiding it?”
    • “Is this another truth?” Andrew asked in return.
    • Neil shrugged. “If you want it to be.”
    • “Since I told you at Eden’s Twilight,” Neil’s face was one of delight and Andrew wanted to punch the look off of his face. Or maybe he wanted to kiss it.
  • After that, Andrew’s heart stayed close to Neil, often chilling in his pockets or somewhere it wasn’t seen. How it knew not to be obvious, Andrew wasn’t sure but he was thankful. It only came out when Neil confronted him later when the dorm was empty. This time, it wasn’t alone and as Neil told him “yes,” Neil’s own Heart popped out, reaching for Andrew. This changed everything.
  • Neil’s heart was hard to hide, and Andrew wasn’t sure if he wanted to. The effort it would take to keep it hidden was more exhausting that Andrew had the patience for. So the rest of the foxes caught on rather quickly. They assumed it was one sided, but they’d soon find out that was hardly the case.
  • Andrew found Neil’s bag after the riot and found his own heart trapped inside next to the phone Andrew had given him. Andrew was angry, as well as scared for Neil, but more angry that he gave up his heart and phone so willingly. In the hours that past, Andrew could see the cracks forming in his small heart and didn’t bother to hide it. The foxes watched cautiously as the cracks spread farther down the Heart. Neil’s own heart remained by Andrew’s side but mourned over the loss of Andrew’s own Heart.
  • But then the FBI came and soon they were reunited. Andrew’s Heart reached Neil faster than he did and Andrew no longer cared who saw because Neil was here and he was okay. He was damaged and bruised and scarred, just like Andrew was. Both their hearts were ruined little things, but they were happy together and Andrew thought that maybe these Hearts weren’t as bad as he initially thought they were.

I never believed in soulmates. My breathing, my heartbeat, my body, my being wasn’t made for you, and neither yours for me. But whenever someone asks me, how long we’ve been together or how long I’ve known you, without any hesitation my answer is “always.”


I refuse to believe the first time that our bodies collided was in this world. We met eons over. Far before the heavenly bodies lit up the night sky and before my bones came to rest in this body of mine. This love, this thing, this feeling I have for you, it’s always been here.

—  This Love, This Thing, by Nicole Moon

Me: Why does the @orphanblack cast look so edgy and serious in those Variety pics? Is it just me or do they look like they’re about to drop the hottest New Wave album of 1985? lol

Also me: OMFG I need that more than air! I want the album, 1985 world tour tickets, and the band poster on my bedroom wall!

*Casey Kasem voice* and here’s the hot new band that’s been climbing the charts with their first top 40 hit. A team of Canadian scientists who traded their microscopes for microphones and will be joining Depeche Mode’s North American tour this summer. This is Team New Wave Mega Force at #3 with Hungry Like the Puppy Wolf.

My favorite memory was when we first did Madison Square Garden. We popped out of the floor and it was just the most amazing feeling ever, knowing that we were in Madison Square Garden. And our album — we’d just broke the record for debuting at #1 on the charts, so that was a real fun memory of mine.
— 

Liam to Buzzfeed in response to “What’s your favorite memory of your career so far?” (via @thedailypayne)