Aries: the smell of the fresh air. The touch of a soft worn flannel. The taste of Arizona tea. The sound of running water. The sight of a night sky and a picnic blanket
Taurus: the smell of wild flowers. The touch of another persons hand holding yours. The taste of grilled cheese. The sound of girls laughter. The sight of a hammock hanging high in a tree.
Gemini: the smell of cinnamon. The touch of someone playing with your hair. The taste of homemade cookies. The sound of loud music from far away. The sight of a group of friends smiling about an inside joke.
Cancer: the smell of lavender. The touch of a sweater. The taste of blackberries. The sound of a sigh as you crawl into bed. The sight of your pet curled up beside you.
Leo: the smell of salt water. The touch of a tight hug. The taste of a purple soft drink. The sound of people cheering. The sight of a dimly lit room full of friends.
Virgo: the smell of paint. The touch of silky pajamas. The taste of fruit. The sound of a pencil against paper. The sight of a pile of blankets to curl up in to watch a movie.
Libra: the smell of clean sheets. The touch of a warm bath. The taste of a shared dessert. The sound of your favorite show muffled while you fall asleep. The sight of flowers in a vase by the window.
Scorpio: the smell of vanilla. The touch of a loved one asleep against you. The taste of salted chocolates. The sound of a cat purring. The sight of a fireplace in the night.
Sagittarius: the smell of firewood. The touch of your animal rubbing against your leg. The taste of warm tea. The sound of your favorite book being read aloud. The sight of art being sprayed on the side of a building.
Capricorn: the smell of mint. The touch of a pile of quilts wrapped around you. The taste of a milkshake. The crackling sound of a record player right before it goes off. The sight of your loved ones crammed into a car for a road trip.
Aquarius: the smell of a well loved book. The touch of someone doing your makeup. The taste of icecream out of the carton. The sound of someone bouncing onto your bed. The sight of friends dancing around like nobody is watching.
Pisces: the smell of perfume. The touch of someone scratching your back. The taste of peach tea. The sound of rain falling onto your car’s roof. The sight of friends swimming late at night under the stars.
((OOC: …Ahem. Right. Yes. So, to address all the questions and queries about some… certain… Posts that have been made tonight.
It is a little known fact that I actually suffer from rare reoccurring name-localized amnesia. Incurable. And as a result, I often forget my own name. So it is very… kind of my dear friends to have stocked me up, as it were, with reminders. Of my name. Said in a normal way. For normal reasons.
Don’t feel the need to look into this any further, as that is the beginning, middle, and end of the situation.
And thanks especially to TT ( @asktheboywholived ), for being such a good friend and arranging this lovely servic- Uh, lovely help. Lovely big friend help.
A/N: So, today has been a crazy day but I started writing this last night and wanted to post it tonight ! So I wrote it in virtually 24 hours, so I hope it didn’t suck to bad. I planned on posting it earlier but I had a bit of writers block. This a Theo smut that you can thank @hardladyheart for. She’s filled my mind with dirty Theo thoughts. (Fun fact’ this gif is actually mine and my blog name used to be twfanfic-af)
Imagine: Newt gets jealous of all the male attention you had gotten on a night out, becoming frustrated he shows you who knows you best.
Author’s Note: Okay, real talk, if you were in a relationship with Newt I think he would be confident and cocky as fuck. Anyhow, tell me what ya liked, what ya didn’t. Cheers legends, also 1,500 of you guys actually like me so that’s questionable. Also this is the first smut I’ve ever written so don’t be mean, I don’t think it’s that great but I wanna hear what you think!
Warning: Smut, threesome, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed, being tied up and blindfolded. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)
Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters!
and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing
every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King;
he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered
the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown
of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame
he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The
kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help
that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most
beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous.
to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you
felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every
time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or
his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking
whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.
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You’d been surprised when Steve had offered to let you use his machine. You’d run into him on yet another trip down the stairs to the laundry room in the basement, the basket of clothes in your arms overflowing because you always waited until the last possible minute to do your laundry. Running up and down the stairs several times a day was just not appealing. He’d come around the corner, jogging up the stairs, effortlessly of course, sliding to a stop when he saw you.
You’d chatted, he’d flirted, you’d blushed, he’d offered the use of his machine, which you’d refused, sure he was just doing it to be polite. An hour later, he’d shown up at your door with a key in his hand, insisting you take it. You’d finally agreed, giggling at the grin it brought to his face.
“Thank you, Steve,” you’d said. “Really.”
“You’re welcome.” He’d winked and disappeared back into his apartment.
Marilyn Monroe photographed on July 13th 1962 by George Barris.
“I recall the time where she - it was getting dark practically, very little light and she was on the sand there - the beach was practically deserted, I gave her this blanket to cover her - her legs with to keep warm and she was freezing and she says to me
"George” she says “George I’m really frozen” and I said “Marilyn I only have one roll of film left in the camera, let me make that one picture of you and let’s call it a day and start again tomorrow.” and she says “okay” and she puckered up her lips as if she was going to blow me a kiss and she said “George this is just for you” and it was a beautiful picture. Unfortunately it was the last picture I ever took of her.“ - Photographer George Barris talking about the last ever picture he took of Marilyn, this was also her last professional photograph.