it's all so pink and beautiful :')

You know what’s kind of exciting? Since gemstones are pretty much just elements and minerals compressed by gravity and and heat (and gravity and heat and those same elements exist pretty much throughout the known universe) it’s very likely that alien races, no matter how different their biology is from us, are going to encounter more or less the same gems and gemstones we have. So a planet of beings we could scarcely comprehend and that could scarcely comprehend us could watch a marriage proposal and still understand that a grand gesture of emotion is being made because, wouldn’t ya know, they exchange those same hyper compressed nuggets of carbon to express their affection too? What a wacky coincidence!

And then maybe there’s life in other places where the composition of their planet is vastly different and almost exclusively corundum and they have enormous mountains of emerald and sapphire and its their favorite building material because its so common and pretty and then they come to our planet and they’re like look! look at what those humans are wearing! and its emeralds and sapphires and they realize how highly we value and adore the basic building blocks of their home planet and their entire species just swells up with pride because those little squishy pink and brown aliens think their world is just as beautiful as they do.

And we all achieve a greater understanding and appreciation for each other because no matter how differently we may function or behave we all have a special appreciation for these colorful little lumps of pressure and heat that goes beyond our vastly different biology.

Diamonds are a sentient beings best friend!

i cant believe our favorite trans boy is now a pink zombie and he’s best friends with the best big cat, who is also a pink zombie,

@keilattes
daddy 😍😍 I want him to grind on me fuck viktor lol. can he choke me w his tie!!!!!!! ily who r u DRUNK  BANQUET YUURI IS MY BF I WANT HIM TO STEP ON ME HOW DID YOU KNOW???? 😰😰😰 ily I don’t deserve him wtf zeph please kill me /KISSES U THANK U SM <33333 JUST THESE SKETCHES ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL & A BLESSING sobs grossly ily

LMAO KEI DO YOU NEED MORE WATER

Here are my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that literally no one asked for

Because we all know the only road I walk is the one of Sin™

• Belle may have laughed when Adam growled during their dance, but inside a shot of arousal surged through her body that left a heavy and needy ache between her legs. The ache only worsened when Adam brushed his lips against the shell of her ear after their dance ended, his warm sweet breath ghosting across her neck as he whispered, “now, would you prefer scruff or something longer?”

• Turns out Belle prefers scruff, and the way it scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs while Adam goes down on her. She also relishes the way it burns when her thighs rub together as she walks, a gentle smile quirking her lips up in a quiet, indecent secrecy. And Adam knows that smile, adores that smile, returning it with a wink and– if Belle is close enough– a low, suggestive rumble in his throat that awakens a beautiful shade of pink on her cheeks.

• Until their wedding night, their sexual endeavors never exceeded third base. So when the time comes and Adam can finally HAVE Belle, he makes the sweetest, most passionate love to her; all languid thrusts, soft whispers, deep breathing, quivering lips, and trembling limbs.

• The second time Adam takes Belle that night results in torn pillows, dark purple bruises, and indentations in the wall from its repetitive collision with the headboard.

• And speaking of the headboard, there were definitely deep scratch marks engrained in the wood from their ardent lovemaking. When Belle notices them the morning after, she never lets Adam live it down, and later that week she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Adam sheepishly informs the staff that the headboard needs to be replaced.

• Teasing aside, Belle loves Adam’s animalistic nature in bed more than she’d like to admit. She revels in the feel of his teeth teasing and nibbling when he trails his mouth along her collarbone, marking her– claiming her– with deep red love bites. She adores the way he buries his face in her neck when he fucks her, the way his hot breath dampens the skin of her throat with his labored breathing. She takes delight in his wild eyes, with blown pupils and filled with something so unabashed, raking over her body and glimmering with indecency. But nothing gets to her more than those low, guttural sounds Adam makes when he’s aroused, almost always involuntary and instinctive, like when Belle bites his lip or when her tongue laps over the smooth head of his cock. Her absolute favorite is when he growls deep in his throat while he’s eating her out, the sound rippling up from her center and hardening her nipples, arching her back, and making her head thrash against the pillow.

• Adam likes to play a game where he mouths at Belle’s neck, dances his fingers softly over her wrists, and murmurs suggestive words in her ear to see how long it takes for him to get her turned on enough to abandon whatever book she’s reading and give in to his sexual efforts. One time he got so far as to literally being inside of her until her book finally fell to the floor and she let Adam take her on the library table.

• They literally have sex all over the castle, and as much as the staff wants to complain, they can’t bring themselves to since they know Adam was basically celibate for over a decade. A lot of pent up desire, y'know? So nothing can really stop him when he bends Belle over the dinner table after watching her lick sauce off her finger, his owns fingers cushioned between her soft lips as he takes her so hard that dishes clatter to the floor.

• Also, he literally died for a brief moment in time. So who can blame the man for completely ravishing his wife at every moment he can when he thought he lost her forever?

• A concept: THRONE SEX!!!!!!!!!!!

• Belle straddling Adam in his royal chair and riding him into oblivion, their sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls of the large room. Bonus points if Adam is wearing some sort of coronet.

random kibum pics to brighten up your day

i’ll start this with a 2012 key bcs he was a littly tiny ball of sunshine

a very beautiful day

probably his best hairstyle which should make a comeback

the look that saved all lockets because big fluffy sweater + kibum? thanks jesus !

idek he looks so simple yet good 

key from the musical zorro looking like a damn model

key on stage…lemme use this to say this : dancer and performer key is so underappreciated he is so damn talented here’s a playlist of some performances ok continue

160506 . thats all.

kibum!!and!!big!!sweaters!!!!

iconic 2015 pink hair 

i’ll end this with two of my fav kibum pics he is so beautiful !!!

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My little anti-nightmare spell bottle all ready to go for tonight. 

With any activity that is designed to calm or soothe me in some way, I like to be organised and get everything ready ahead of time. I made this in the afternoon so that now, tonight, all I have to do is light the candle in the mouth of the bottle and meditate on having happy, pleasant dreams. 

Materials: 

  • a small jar or bottle
  • two small sprigs of rosemary (to prevent nightmares/aid in a peaceful sleep) 
  • salt (for protection) (I used Murray river salt, which is why its pink) 
  • rose leaf/leaves (or petals, if you have them. my rose isn’t currently flowering, so i improvised. roses encourage sweet dreams)
  • sigil(s) designed to evoke peaceful, beautiful dreams  
  • a white candle, preferably unused if you have it
  • a piece of citrine (for happiness! and in this context, for happy dreams
  • a piece of white paper big enough to wrap your citrine in
  • brown string/twine
  • a blue, sea-breeze scented tea light candle (or white/unscented/candle of your choice. something you find soothing!)

Method: 

Ahead of time: 

  1. Gather your materials. Put enough salt in your bottle to cover the bottom the glass, and add your rosemary sprigs. 
  2. Light your white, unused candle. On the back of your rose leaves, write your sigil(s). You can design them at this point while the candle burns, or design them in advance. 
  3. Roll up the rose leaves and blow out the candle, waving the rose leaves in the smoke to activate the sigils. Place them in the bottle. 
  4. Take your piece of citrine and wrap it in your white paper, fastening it with the brown string. Place in the bottle. (I included this because I was thinking about how I wanted to dream of nice things, and it made me think of the “My Favourite Things” scene in The Sound of Music. The basic idea of this spell is that when there are bad things rattling around your head at night, it will help you think of good things instead!) 
  5. Place your blue tea light on top of the bottle, and put the bottle near your bed, ready for the night. 

When you’re ready for bed:

  1. Light the blue, sea-breeze scented candle and meditate on the flame. Focus your intent on creating calm, sweet dreams. Take deep, slow breaths, in and out. 
  2. If it helps, visualise a beautiful, natural scene, like the ocean, or a forest, or whatever soothes you. 
  3. Blow the candle out and go to sleep. 

And there you have it! I’m so energised after making this baby that I’m glad there’s a few hours between now and bedtime. Here’s hoping for sweet dreams! 😴👍

Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.


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“You’re not Fallen, are you?” The question pops out of my mouth before my head can censor it.
From everything I’ve heard, that would just make me more sexy to you Daughters of Men.” He finishes taping the last bit of the blanket. “What is it that you all see in bad boys?
I’m asking the questions here, Raffe. This is serious.”

dedicated to heather <3

soft boy frank castle

hey my friends i kinda had a really bad episode (im in a film studies class and we were supposed to watch ‘alien’ but it was really bad for me and i ended up having to be removed from the room) so im gonna write out some soothing frank hcs to help me get back into a calm place

  • he’s a big believer that the tighter the hug, the more sadness/pain gets squished out. he’ll scoop his s/o up and bear hug them until they tell him it’s okay to let go. if they don’t tell him to let go, they’ll end up falling asleep in the patented Frank Castle Vice Hug.
  • he’s also really good at listening, and knows how to coax his s/o into opening up. he is always very careful about boundaries, but he knows that sometimes, an issue needs to be talked about to get better.
  • max and frank and s/o dogpile. they pile onto the nearest, softest surface (couch, futon, bed, who cares) and curl up into a warm bundle of blankets and bodies. frank will half-heartedly bemoan his stinky dog crushing him and his sweetie, but, really, he loves it. it feels like a whole family.
  • bad jokes are his speciality, so if his s/o is in a better place and ready for some lightheartedness, he’ll crank out the dumb dad jokes. they are terrible. they are perfect.
  • frank can have trouble being verbal, but if his s/o needs it, he’ll just start doling out all those affirmations. “you are so beautiful. you are so perfect. you are sunshine and cuteness and i adore you.” he’ll do it until they’re bright pink in the face and covering their eyes and begging him to cut it out, but even then, he’ll throw in a few more for good measure.
  • if they’re scared of something (like a movie, maybe?) he’ll tell them he’ll protect them. he’ll say things like “monsters aren’t real, baby, but if they were, i promise you that if one ever came for you i’d rip its tentacles off and strangle them with ‘em.” if that doesn’t work, he’ll tell them how much he loves them and how he’ll never, ever let anything happen to them. he will also be silly and flex his muscles, saying that no one would tangle with “guns like these”.
  • Excessive Kisses. lots of quick pecks on the cheeks and forehead and nose- just about anywhere he can reach. it’s tickly and silly and fun.
  • making sure his s/o goes to sleep safe and comfortable. he’ll even stay up to make sure that his s/o doesn’t have nightmares. if they do, he’ll try to help them wake up or soothe them while they’re sleeping, reassuring them of his presence with tight hugs and soft words.
  • a safe, happy movie gets put on and frank holds his s/o tight to his chest, helping them focus on something else. they can talk about the movie or something simple, or just not talk at all. whatever works for his s/o.
[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Sloth

Originally posted by got7maknaelinenet

What was the point?

What was the relevance of having the days follow each other when you were immortal, destined to live until the end of time itself?

Why was it a big deal that I didn’t do His task on time when there were so many that could have done it instead of me?

I had so many brothers and sisters up there that I was just a tiny drop in a rainstorm.

When Father created time, I was in charge of making it go by for the mortals.

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MBTI Types as Lush Bath Bombs

INTJ: Metamorphosis. Dark on the outside. Warm and colorful in the inside.

ENTP: The Experimenter. Do I have to explain?

INTP: Intergalatic. Space related. So are many of the INTP’s hobbies.

ENFJ: Golden Slumbers. Tries its best to help people with their various conditions (in this case sleeplessness)

ENTJ: Dragon egg. The most successful bath bomb. There’s a huge surprise midway (in the ENTJ’s case you learn that they dont actually hate you) but you won’t mind.

INFJ: Ylang Song. Is a kitchen exculsive and super expensive = the rarest.

(there were no good water photos im sorry)

ENFP: Calavera. So many ideas and colors in one pleasing bath bomb!

INFP: Sacred Lotus. I don’t think that I could find a more stereotypical name.

ESFP: Roller. A quote from Lush ‘They see me rolling’ and that is ESFP af. Also its pretty inside and out, much like the all the amazing ESFPs ive met.

ESTP: Lava Bomb. Bold and beautiful. A bit much for some people tho.

ISTP: Cyanide pill. Seems dangerous but is not what you expected (most of the istps ive met r really chill unlike the stereotype.)

ISFP: Think Pink. Great aesthetic and liked by many people.

ISFJ: Twighlight. Subtle, helpful (if u would like to sleep) and liked by many.

ISTJ: Superdad. Don’t you love stereotypes? (it is really pretty tho)

ESTJ: Guardian of the Forest. The name is kinda stereotypical. (sorry)

ESFJ: A Fox in the Flowers. idk im tired sorry byee

anonymous asked:

Imagine... it was Sasuke's turn do feed baby Sarada. Sitting on chair he just stares into her face. Moonlight streaming through the curtain of the open window, illuminating her pale skin, pink cheeks, dark hair, dark lashes, sleeping peacefully in arms. And he can't help but think, after all the horrible things he had done in this lifetime, how can he deserve something so absolutely beautiful...

He never thought it was possible to love someone this much. He loved Sakura, so, so much, with all of his heart and all of his soul–but the kind of love he felt for the little girl he held in his arms was beyond that. Unconditional, unending; ferocious in its desire to protect, to give everything to.

Sasuke would do anything to make sure that she would get the best life this world could give. 

The Entertainer

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game, you’ll forget my name
And I won’t be here in another year
If I don’t stay on the charts

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Songs mentioned in this chapter:
Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
The Crystals - He’s A Rebel
The Monkees - Daydream Believer
Buddy Holly - True Love Ways

Track 03 - Pick A Memory

Halo had a shift at the bookstore where she worked, but I was off so I was a glad to have the apartment to myself for one afternoon. I was in my room practicing a Joni Mitchell song on guitar when the doorbell rang. I opened the door just enough to peek through the crack, the chain still on it.

“Hi,” he said hesitantly.

“Hi.”

Harry dropped his head, then looked back up at me.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess.”

I shut the door and removed the chain before reopening it and stepping back for Harry to enter. I noticed his eyes were no longer bloodshot, and his hair was wet like he’d just taken a shower. When I closed the door behind him, I got a big whiff. Yep, definitely a shower.

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Post-It Notes, ch11

on Ao3

ch1 | ch2 | ch3 | ch4 | ch5 | ch6 | ch7 | ch8 | ch9 | ch10 | ch11

hi im not back i just need validation on my fics to like, survive or whatever 

i love @reyxa

heres ch11 its a mess pls enjoy


Marinette doesn’t tell anyone about the note. She doesn’t tell Alya, she doesn’t tell Nino, she doesn’t even tell Tikki.

The hardest part is pretending that she has it together. She doesn’t. She is bursting at the seams. She is overflowing with excitement and confusion and happiness and she doesn’t even know what. All she knows is that Adrien Agreste asked her out. Oh my god, she thinks. Adrien asked me out. And she is going to explode.

She can feel Adrien’s anxious gaze following her as she walks past his desk to hers. She pretends not to see.

Unfortunately, she is not an actress.

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New paths

Just a little post TFP drabble i wrote. And as my eyes are drooping, any mistake is mine and am sorry for that.


The winds were strong but surprisingly not very cold. The clouds were supposed to bring a dip in the temperature but other than split the sun’s rays in various shades of grey, they did little else. The salt in the air made her feel fresh. It wasn’t every day that she managed to get away from the confines of the hospital and London and get away to the coast.

But she did. And it seemed to be an excellent decision, no matter the pressing reason behind it. Mild clouds, fresh air and green all around did wonders for her spirits.

She wondered why she hadn’t done this earlier.

But then she hadn’t felt such a mixture of emotions before. There had been anger, pain, frustration, sorrow…relief. The smorgasbord of feelings had made London seem claustrophobic. So she had left at first light, catching the first train out of town, not even sure of her destination.

She had always loved the sea, always loved the sound of waves as they crashed on the shore. There was something calming, something tremendously soothing about the repetitiveness of that action. Something that gave her a faint glimpse that things would be alright, that she would survive. She’d always had and she always would.

She was stronger than they gave her credit for.

She looked at the now tepid tea in her hand, placing the cup down and leaning on the table as she gave the scene in front her whole undivided attention. The season meant that there were hardly any crowds; she had the terrace to herself and no one to disturb her reverie.

After the last few days…especially that evening, all she wanted was to be left alone, to be undisturbed.

She’d jumped a little when the waiter interrupted her thoughts to ask her order.

“I am going for a walk, maybe I’ll have something a bit late,” she replied.

The walk by the cliffs felt exhilarating, her hair getting blown this way and that, the breeze almost uncomfortably strong at some spots. She persisted, walking till she couldn’t see her hotel. The steep drop to the beach below would’ve terrified her at other times, but all she could think right then was how high above the water she was, and how she intended to remain so.

She stopped at an area that had a sturdy railing, looking back at the path she had taken. It seemed tough, with dips and rises and gaps in the cliff face that looked frightening from where she stood. But it didn’t seem like that while she was walking.

She barked out a laugh. How appropriately similar to her own life.

She was shaking her head in proper mirth when something magical happened. The sun appeared from behind the cloud cover on its way down, casting a magical pink glow on the cliff face. The cliffs were glowing in their rosy golden glory and it was beautiful, so beautiful-

“Makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? It looks so glorious.”

She had no idea how long he had been there, but somehow she wasn’t surprised to see him. She turned to look back at the cliffs, and in good time ‘coz the sun disappeared behind clouds and then it was all normal, boring white cliff face.

Something otherwise majestic had now been reduced to ‘boring’, just because of a glorious moment. Not fair, she muttered.

But the air was still fresh, the breeze still warmish and she still felt fine. In fact, she felt wonderful.

They fell in step as they walked back to the hotel, not feeling the need to use words. The silence was companionable, almost soothing. The path now seemed a bit rough, Molly cursing herself for not realising that she had been walking downslope all this while.

She came at a particular spot that she had just jumped down from, the small climb now looking difficult in the fading light.

Sherlock got up halfway in just two steps, but instead of going ahead he turned around. And offered her his hand.

She looked at it for a moment, suddenly feeling breathless, not able to take her eyes off it. Until he gestured with his fingers for her to come closer and take his hand, which she did. He pulled her up as he made the small climb, easily hauling her up over the edge.

She smiled in relief when she finally made it to the top, she’d never been very agile that way.. Her smile faded as she looked up at his grave face, realising then that he still held her hand. He simply stared back at her.

She waited. He was the first to break their gaze, lowering his eyes to their joint hands. He then slightly tightened his grip and looked up, slowly smiling.

It was the most intimate expression she’d ever seen on him. The smile conveyed a lifetime of apology, a lifetime of gratitude…and a lifetime of promise. So much promise.

It wasn’t the smoothest of paths in the fading light but she made it back with ease. He never did leave her hand during that time.

Hey! Im feeling really good atm and I just wanna say shout out to my fellow chubby and overweight lgbt folk!
shout out to chubby and overweight gay and bi men!
shout out to chubby and overweight lesbians and bi women!
shout out to chubby and overweight trans women!
shout put to chubby and overweight trans men!
We are all beautiful and powerful and unique! I know it may not seem like it sometimes because of how society treats overweight people but you are all incredible and lovely and worthy of love and acceptance! Your weight does not make you lesser! Youre still handsome! youre still beautiful! youre still you!
I hope each and every one of you have a fantastic pride month!
I know its hard to accept and love yourself when youre overweight in a society that humiliates us just for existing but you are incredible, powerful, and beautiful and I am so proud of all of you!

sweetchildhooddreams  asked:

it's a middle of the night, and my brain produced a new kaaron (kevaaron??) hc, so I decided I could share it with you?... because I want to talk about andreil going on a vacation and leaving kevin to look after sir and king, and it turns into the real hell. kevin has no clue what to do with these furry balls (they're not the exy balls, sorry), therefore he asks aaron for help. AND AARON COMES TO AN ANDREIL'S FLAT WITH A <b>BOOK</b> ABOUT CATS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

thank you,,, im so happy feel free to send all your kevaaron thoughts my way this is so cute im dying oK,,

  • ok so andrew and neil both have a tournament because theyre on the same team now but kevin is playing in a different region so he’s got some time off 
  • aaron is going to med school in the area near kevin and he dorms at school but he spends a lot of time at kevin’s
    • because its close to his internship. obviously.
    • no other reason at all. 
    • :)
  • so he’s there when kevin gets a call from neil asking him to watch their cats, and agrees to watch kevin’s apartment while he’s gone for the next week or so
  • so aaron drops kevin off at the airport (they didn’t hug but kevin squeezed aaron’s hand just before he boarded and if aaron thinks about it the whole drive home can anybody really blame him??)
  • all is well for…like a day
  • aaron is checking kevin’s plants and eating his leftovers before heading to his internship for the evening when the apartment gets a call, and he’s gonna just leave the machine to get it until he’s taking his phone off silent since he’s been lectures all day
  • his phone literally vibrates for a minute straight and shuts down he’s got so many messages. before it does, though, he sees theyre all from kevin so he grabs the house phone and dials kevin, expecting the worst
  • nah poor kevin’s just a mess
    • aaron: KEV WHAT’S WRONG WHATS GOING ON
    • kevin: AARON IM DYING YOU HAVE TO COME HELP ME
    • aaron: KEV WHAT THE HELL WHAT HAPPENED
    • kevin: DID YOU KNOW CATS ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL AND DO NOT LISTEN TO REASON? NO? NOW YOU DO.
    • aaron: …………excuse me
  • turns out kevin has not one fucking clue what to do with cats
  • they’re squirmy and they yell. they fucking yell and he doesn’t know why.
  • aaron’s just on the phone with kevin grinning his ass off because no one can see him and he’s so glad bc dammit his distress should not be this endearing
  • so aaron’s boss is pretty cool and lets him take some days off to go help kevin
  • but see….aaron’s a dog person (gasp)
  • he actually doesn’t know any more than kevin about how to watch to cats or like. what to do with them. 
  • so………..he buys a book
  • and he reads it on the couple hour plane ride over there
  • poor kevin honestly he’s picking up aaron with his hair and clothes a mess, he’s got red marks all over where the cats swiped at him
    • aaron hasn’t had to fight this hard against a smile in a while honestly how does kevin still look like a model in such a state
  • they get back to the apartment and aaron can tell the cats ripped up the instruction sheet neil left, their toys are all over the place, and he suspects the blankets on the couch mean they took over the guest bedroom and kevin was too scared of getting scratched to move them (he’s right)
  • aaron sighs and feeds the cats, clears the litter, does,, other cat owner things,,, idk man im allergic to cats im as helpless as kevin watching aaron in awe in this moment ok
  • “You’re a cat whisperer”
  • aaron’s smug
  • but it doesnt last because they order pizza
  • and aaron, not thinking, is like, “just grab my wallet out of my bag i have a 5 i think” when kevin’s looking for cash to tip the delivery kid
  • and lo and behold………….he discovers the cat book
  • “………hey aaron”
  • aaron is no longer smug and now quite pink
  • kevin’s laughing at his dumb boyf- FRIEND. just friend. yea. 
  • kevin: it’s fine we’ll just get dogs
  • aaron: *now very pink, smirking* ……..”we’ll”?
  • kevin: *chokes on his pizza*
  • they most definitely go to the shelter back home once the week is done and pick out a puppy