lets set out to sea my love

moonlight [4]

summary: Never dance with a girl in red. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader 

warnings: apparently i need to tag this as ‘slowest burn ever,’ BUT THE BURN ENDS HERE (kind of), mentions of blood, claiming bite, blood drinking/sharing, nothing too graphic but the content is mature

notes: two updates in two days, wow I’m on a roll. My lovely significant other @mangowoods beta’d this so if anything is totally fucked up, it’s his fault lmao. Song mentioned is Paint It, Black by Ciara. LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE YOU READ THIS!!! Feedback is appreciated!!!

MASTERLIST || PART THREE || PART FIVE || PLAYLIST

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Aaron is a doubter and sort of a spokesman for the slaves, who are fickle.  They love Moses, then they’re upset with Moses.  Aaron starts out doubtful and upset with him, but when he walks into the bed of the Red Sea, I think he shows that if one person shows he believes, that’s all it takes for the whole thing to work.  It’s a nice transformation. — Jeff Goldblum (from The Prince of Egypt: A New Vision in Animation)

8 times I knew that Aaron was the fave

the signs as ×
  • Aries: Don't
  • "Don't fuck with my love, that heart is so cold
  • All over my own, I don't wanna know that babe"
  • Taurus: The Man
  • "I feel like writing a book, I guess I lied in the hook
  • 'Cause I still love you and I need you by my side if I could"
  • Gemini: I'm A Mess
  • "Ooh I'm a mess right now, inside out ; Searching for a sweet surrender, but this is not the end"
  • Cancer: Thinking Out Loud
  • "Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen ; Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory"
  • Leo: Afire Love
  • "With your body next to mine our hearts will beat as one ; And we're set alight, we're afire love, love, love oh"
  • Virgo: Tenerife Sea
  • "You look so beautiful in this light, your silhouette over me ; The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
  • is the Tenerife sea"
  • Libra: Nina
  • "And then again you should know Nina, 'Cause that's you and me ; Both in a road, won't you leave me now, Now"
  • Read more: Ed Sheeran - Nina Lyrics | MetroLyrics
  • Scorpio: Bloodstream
  • "Fading out again, I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream ; So tell me when it kicks in, well tell when it kicks in"
  • Sagittarius: Sing
  • "I need you darling, come on set the tone
  • If you feel you're falling, won't you let me know"
  • Capricorn: Runaway
  • "I love him from the skin to my bones, but I don't wanna miss home ; There's nothing to save and he knows, I'll just runaway in the overnight"
  • Aquarius: One
  • "Another place to let their hearts collide
  • Just promise me, you'll always be a friend
  • 'Cause you are the only one"
  • Pisces: Photograph
  • "So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding me closer 'til our eyes meet ; You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home"

anonymous asked:

#155 what is your OTP and why? :0

haha….

see……..

i’m 2doc trash

oh deary me ok so

-they both heavily rely on each other

-too many songs that fit this ship, many of which are some of my favorites

-i could literally write a fucking essay on 2doc

-they’re both consenting adults who aren’t either one’s parental figure

-THERE ARE SO MANY CANON THINGS THAT IMPLY IT I’M SORRY

-here:

Quotes:

** “Murdoc: I saved your life, you owe me your soul.
2D: Awwww! I love you Murdoc!” **

**  “Er…. I don’t want to scare you Murdoc, but I’m locked in here with you. I do have a key somewhere but I can’t find it. I’ve been watching you…. sleeping  and…. you’re quite…. beautiful…. when you’re quiet….** (forum)

**  Murdoc: When he stood up…wooow. What an image. Tall, pretty, blue spiky hair….
2D: No eyeballs
Murdoc: No eyeballs…. ** (Interview)

** “Murdoc: I love New York.
2D: Why is ‘dat?
Murdoc: Ermm…. I dunno, it’s just really tall, I’m in love with tall things, ya know? (followed by Murdoc staring at 2D, and 2D staring back ** (New York interview)

** I don’t remember the exact quote, but that entire swan shaped scones thing from the New York interview was pretty gay **

** Murdoc: This is tomorrow comes today. Heh, hey! 2D, why don’t you come on and join me? It will be fun!2D: You sure?Murdoc:Yeaaah, come on, mate, I haven’t seen you properly for ages. Hop on up.2D: You’re not gonna hit me, are you?Murdoc: Nooo, mate, nooo. Look, you and me need to stick together, remember? You know, you’re thick…. i’m hard, eh?” **

** I don’t quite remember this quote either, but when asked about how he keeps himself from getting lonely on plastic beach, without ladies, alone with 2D, he says something along the lines of “I’ve got a special thing to help with that…. won’t go into any detail, though.”  which is pretty damn suggestive **

** MURDOC CONSTANTLY CALLS HIM “PRETTY”, “BEAUTIFUL”, “SUNSHINE”, ETC.”


Other things!:

2D’s the only one he’s ever called a god other than himself and that’s saying something

2D goes to Murdoc to help him tie his shoes?? That’s so cute shit

Murdoc scares away/does other things to all of 2D’s girlfriends. Despite being fucked up, this could certainly be seen as him being jealous.

The comic in DoYaThing

MURDOC WROTE PLASTIC BEACH?

THERE ARE A LOT OF SONGS THAT IMPLY SHIT THERE!

Keep in mind he probably ran out of alcohol at some point while writing songs.

To Binge-

This has gotta be the song that implies it the most.

It’s literally a song about being hopelessly in love with a drug addict- and it’s a well know fact that 2D’s addicted to painkillers.

There are some lyrics i need to bring up:

“I’ll wait to be forgiven
Maybe I never will
My star has left me
To take the bitter pill
That shattered feeling
Well the cause of it’s a lesson learned”

Oh boy. This implies Murdoc feels bad for what he puts 2D through. “My star has left me to take the bitter pill” ….Hmm. Pills.
“that shattered feeling well the cause of it’s a lesson learned” that again could very well be Murdoc feeling genuinely sorry? And heartbroken? Poor dude.

“I’m caught again in the mystery
You’re by my side, but are you still with me?”

That references how when someone’s addicted to a drug they may not really seem all there? Like they’re physically there, but their mind’s in a far away place. It’s really common with addiction.

“The answer’s somewhere deep in it, I’m sorry but you’re feeling it
But I just have to tell that I love you so much these days
Have to tell you that I love you so much these days, it’s true”

…. Okay wow

Onto another song!

On Melancholy Hill-

sweet, cheesy love song right here.

“Up on melancholy hill
There’s a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream”

Again with that “are you really here” theme

“Well, you can’t get what you want but you can get me”

That’s awful suspicious

“So let’s set out to sea, love
‘Cause you are my medicine
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me”

Okay

1) That’s cute and really gay
2) brings up medication? While pills are a thing with 2D??

Let’s move on

Broken-

It’s?? About?? Broken?? Love????

“There’s nothing you can say to him
He is an outer heart
And the space has been broken”

That’s pretty abstract but “There’s nothing you can say to him” got me

“Broken
Our love
Broken”

Sure is pal

You could also interpret Empire Ants as 2doc depending on the way you think about it


I’m a little burnt out but let all that sink in annd i might do more on this if i think of more? Yeah

Thanks man this was fun i love doing ship analysis type stuff

Sorry it took so long!

demigodgirl91  asked:

Hello. I like your Harry Hook blog! I was wondering if I could request a Harry Hook x reader (she's Moana's daughter) and they're dating. He helps her conquer her fear of boats/ sailing (something he loves). Thank you!

Boating.

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @demigodgirl91

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – Harry helps the reader (daughter of Moana) to get over her fear of sailing.

Warnings – None

Word count- 664

Originally posted by alonedickone

I walked along the beach, the soft warm golden sand underneath my feet, the cool breeze blowing through my hair. I watched the gentle waves wash against the sand. My mother Moana loves the sea, she loves to sail. So way was I so afraid of sailing? That’s one thing I could never understand, my mother spent half her life sailing, but I have never built up the courage to, my grandfather, Chief Tui, had told me so many stories about the sae being dangerous, it stopped me from ever going sailing with my mother. I was simply too scared.

I took in the beautiful scenery around me and closed my eyes, letting the setting sun shine its last rays of the day onto my face. The sound of footsteps broke me out of my relaxing state. I opened my eyes to see Harry walking up to me. Harry and I have been dating for a couple of months now, He’s the complete opposite of his father since he came over to Auradon, he’s sweet, kind, generous. “You alright love?” he asked in his thick Scottish accent. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped one arm round his neck, still looking at the breath taking view. I nodded, and rested my head on his chest taking a deep breath and enjoying the moment.

“Come with me, I have something to show you” Harry said pulling away from the secure hug, he took my hand and led me to a little shack. Harry opened up the chipped white doors and inside was a wooden boat with a red sail, “I was thinking we could go sailing.” Harry mentioned, “uh- I” I stuttered feeling rather nervous, I had never told Harry about my fear of sailing, “What’s wrong?” he questioned, a slight look of concern appearing on his face. “Harry- I-, I’m afraid of sailing” I whispered just loud enough so he could still hear, “how could you be” he chuckled “your mother practically lived on the sea”, his smile faded once he saw I wasn’t joking. “Why?” he asked simply. “My grandfather, he used to tell me all these stories when I was young, about how dangerous the sea is.” I told him looking only at the floor. Harry stepped closer “hey” lifted my head with his index finger, “while I’m with you, nothing will hurt you, I won’t let it” he ensured looking deeply into my eyes. He lent down and place a soft and loving kiss on my lips.

We had got the boat out of the shack and placed it by the water, my heart rate was rising, I was really nervous, harry could see this. “Hey, I’m right here, you’re going to be fine.” He reassured me before climbing into the boat then stretching out his hand to help me in. I sat in between his legs and Harry began to sail us out to sea.

The wind was blowing through my hair, the smell of the salty see surrounding me. The blue water looked beautiful and the sun setting in the background made it even better. I smiled to myself. This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I felt Harry’s arms wrap around me, I smiled a bit more and held on to his arms. “I knew you would love it” he said, his head resting on my shoulder. “Thank you” I simply replied with, “I love it” I giggled never taking my eyes away from the setting sun and the orangey pink colour of the sky. I love this, and I sure hope I can do this more often with Harry, just me and him. “I love you” the pirate whispered into my ear, “I snuggled closer to him “I love you too” I replied smiling.

We stayed out on the sea until the sun had fully set and the moon and stars came out. I wish this moment never had to end.

Game Grumps — Wind Waker  {Sentence Starters}
{ contains swearing }

  • “You must be lonely.”
  • “Throw it for money!”
  • “You gained self-loathing!”
  • “Is it possible to snort meth?”
  • “I’m gonna drink the whole sea.”
  • “I let my twerking do the talking.”
  • “I’m sorry I fucking ruined your life.”
  • “Don’t take that out of context, please.”
  • “I love you… but you’re a fucking idiot.”
  • “Don’t let your default setting be ‘asshole’.”
  • “NO, DON’T TAKE A SELFIE RIGHT NOW!”
  • “Swiggetty-swooty, I’m coming for that booty.”
  • “I hope I’m not gonna be murdered by a child.”
  • “I told you never to interrupt me while I’m RICH.”
  • “If someone’s giving you a sass… blow them up.” 
  • “Oh, that thing is NOT happy about being murdered.”
  • “Are you thinking it? You LOOK like you’re thinking it.”
  • “You’ve never killed someone just to see how it feels?” 
  • “It’s like… what if a turnip just came alive off my plate?”
  • “I’m easily blinded by bright lights… and punches to the face.”
  • “You ever wanted to be with a guy who used to eat Chapstick?”
  • “It’s like somebody running up to you and punching you in the face.”
  • “I can add ‘bonobo orgy’ to my shameful list of google search terms.”
7/6/17 recs

Finally caught up with backlog! And now I will be off dying over writing.

1. we were born to make history by hamstergyu || Rated T, 10.7k (WIP)

Yuuri strives for a life of peace. Viktor strives to fuck it all up.

Alternatively: The Yuri!!! On Ice superhero AU

  • Really nice fic. While the summary says superhero au, it’s really a mash of multiple aus that the author calls a mess at the bottom, but I think is all well-put together into a fun read. I really like Victor’s character in this, in how his reputation and many obligations weigh down on him. Yuuri’s character intrigues me as well, and his POV feels well-done. Definitely something to give a try. 

2. Let’s Go to Perfect Places by eternalsunshine13 || Rated M, 8.1k (WIP)

In his mind, Victor had pictured Yuuri in a bespoke suit, cigar in one hand, martini in the other, made with the finest gin and vermouth, a squeeze of lemon and the tears of his readers.

Famed author Yuuri Katsuki’s bestselling Ice Prince trilogy took the world by storm. But that was over five years ago. He hasn’t written a word since.

Victor Nikiforov might have had something to do with that. Katsuki’s biggest fan, he was unsatisfied with the way the series ended. Under a pseudonym, he published a fic with an alternate ending that spread like wildfire, with many fans saying it was better than the original. But Victor never expected Yuuri to actually respond online, sparking a war that ripped the fandom apart.

Now working as a temp in NYC five years later, Victor is sent to the residence of a reclusive author with a bad case of writer’s block…

  • A story off to a bitter start. Normally aus that involve the characters being part of fandom aren’t really my thing, but the really sad setup has my attention already. We can all imagine how badly Victor and Yuuri are affected by what’s described in the summary, and curiousity at how this will resolve has me subscribed to it. Victor’s character in this is quite different than canon due to the nature of the au, and it fits. 

3. Stay by so_shhy || Rated T, 12.5k

If Victor had listed important facts about himself, he’d have started with things like, ‘bestselling fantasy author,’ ‘great hair,’ ‘extrovert,’ ‘dog lover,’ and (if nobody else was listening) ‘lonely’.

Honestly, ‘a little bit psychic’ would have come pretty low down the list, even if he’d dreamed of actually telling anyone.

Or: the one where Victor meets the ghost of a poodle.

  • Cute with a side of “hey if Vicchan’s death hurt you this will too because it haunts this entire story”. The story is a little bit psychic, several parts lovely, and overall a sweet read. While it starts off on a sad note, it quickly develops as Victor and Yuuri’s relationship does, and is very tightly written. The writing style was super enjoyable, too. One of my fave magical realism stories (if this fits that genre).

4. Let Me Sail Across the Sea for There is Never One Who Loved You More Than Me by tothebatcave53 || Rated T, 7.8k

Victor has always loved the ocean, he is drawn to it’s beauty and it’s power. He sets out, a simple day in a simple boat with a simple desire to just exist in peace out in the ocean. When Victor wakes it is to the turmoil of the waves, desperate to sink him and his tiny boat into it’s murky depths. It is only the most beautiful hallucination that keeps Victor sane in what he assumes are his last moments.

  • Short and sweet mermaid story! A bit of a different first meeting than usual mermaid stories, and just overall a really sweet thing. 

5. Of Pastries and Pine Trees by KuroRiya || Rated T, 7.9k

As winter draws near and food grows scarce, Yuuri finds himself wandering too close to human paths in search of a meal. The passing human he encounters instead, all flowing capes and laden with a tantalizing basket of sweets, proves to be far more than he was looking for. But perhaps he was mistaken what exactly he needed to survive the winter.

  • A wolf au with no a/b/o things! It’s a really nice retelling of Little Red Riding Hood with several different twists to keep it interesting and new to the reader. It was fun to read, a little confusing at first, but very cute and very fun!

I was sick for like half of this week which probably explains why this list is so long? Unfortunately didn’t write much, bc a lot of what i’m doing is behind the scenes stuff with no visible results rn (working on my shitbang fic, working on a few things that I haven’t finished yet). However, I read like 20+ super amazing fics??? As always, pls rec me any you’ve written/enjoyed, because I want to read them so much!! 

What I Read This Week (7/9-7/16)

I Don’t Know ‘Bout Me but I Know About You - ouroboros - @ouroborosbites - Set at the GPF a year-ish pre-canon. JJ, having a sexuality crisis, propositions Victor, who, having not found his direction through Yuuri yet, is enough of a mess to accept.
(My review: JJ/Viktor? And I enjoyed it? No, seriously, surprisingly good!!)

Let Me Sail Across the Sea for there is Never One Who Loved You More Than Me - tothebatcave53 - @tothebatcave53 - Victor has always loved the ocean, he is drawn to it’s beauty and it’s power. He sets out, a simple day in a simple boat with a simple desire to just exist in peace out in the ocean. When Victor wakes it is to the turmoil of the waves, desperate to sink him and his tiny boat into it’s murky depths. It is only the most beautiful hallucination that keeps Victor sane in what he assumes are his last moments.
(My review: AHHHH guys i always need mermaid aus i’m fricken screaming this one is so a+ everyone read it)

i’m someone you maybe might love - xylophones - @xyloophones -  Viktor sighs. “It’s nothing. It’s just––you never look at me like this.” / “How am I looking at you?” / “Like I’m someone special. Like I’m someone you might love.” / Yuuri frowns. “You are someone I love.” / Viktor shakes his head and laughs, just on this side of bitter. “Not like that, Yuuri.” / (Or: Viktor is not as observant as he thinks he is.)
(My review: this is a super precious high school au that i would suggest to everyone because it’s so many amazing tropes wrapped up in one fic)

come with me and escape - La_Temperanza - @teekettle - Viktor meets a hypnotizing stranger dancing in the club and, well, things just naturally progress from there.
(My review: hooooo boy nsfw viktuuri week is a Treat. yes. i love this. this is a good trope)

For Your Eyes Only - opalish - tumblr unknown (pls tell me if you know?) - Yuuri once told Victor that Phichit was the only foreign skater he considered a friend. Yuuri lied. He’s been Seung-gil’s dirty little secret for well over a year.
(My review: O H MY GOD so that art of seunggil and yuuri being friends is one of my favorites so i’m ??? so glad someone acted on it)

black box (Ch. 1) - SKnight - @sephknight​ - The entire world is thrown into madness when all the best actors team up for a new TV show about… skating? Doesn’t matter, all the fans know is that this means roughly 273.15% more ice cube jokes, the potential resurrection of some dead memes, and 9999% more Victuuri to scream about and die from. The fans have been thirsty for more Katsuki-Nikiforov co-starred content since 2011, and this oncoming show about ice could just be the thing to quench that thirst. …Oh god, the bad jokes are already starting.
(My review: look we all know i have a Thing for fics with fake social media and this one is ALL fake social media so i’m pumped to see more)

third time lucky - katsukiy - @yuriplisetsk​ - This year, for Tanabata, Viktor decided to wish for something a little different.
(My review: not even double but Triple yuuri!!! oh god we all know here that i have a Thing for multiples, but this is so good)

Dinner For Two - Yuripaws - @yuripaws​  - Viktor dreams of two delicious bowls of katsudon only to find that he isn’t invited to dinner. But he is invited to the show.
(My review: MORE. DOUBLE. YUURI. guys i’ll never be sick of this trope and this one is so a+ with our desperate viktor mmm yes)

love’s not a competition (but i’m winning) (Ch. 1) - LittleLostStar, spookyfoot - @iwritevictuuri​, @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband​ - Victor Nikiforov is the leader of the best burlesque revue in the city, and well on his way to achieving his dream goal of a Upper-Level Lesser Kardashian-level stardom, complete with his own reality TV show. So when rival burlesque dancer Yuuri Katsuki scoops Victor’s theme night and refuses to back down (or fire those hips that will not quit), it doesn’t take long before war is declared—a tense and glittery battle featuring anarchic stagehands, orange light gels, fake eyelashes…and some occasional hate-sex that may not be hate-sex at all.
(My review: give me more glitter or give me death! you can expect nothing else from spooky and star than just the absolute best and that’s this.)

Here Comes The Sun - henrywinter (bakkhant) - @bakkhanalia​ - Written for YOI Catfish Prompt Party 2017, for the prompt ‘apocalypse au with it being their last day on earth!’. This…probably isn’t what you wanted.
(My review: ahh such a cool au!! i love the take on the prompt they had and it was so well written :))

Partner, Let Me Upgrade You (Series - Parts 1-4, Ch. 1-6 (Part 1), Ch. 1-2 (Part 3) - cuttlemefish - @cuttlemefishwrites​ - Z’s Popstar AU
(My review: z, i was going to rec all of these individually but then my rec list would hvae gone on for like 50 years. but asfkl; i finally got around to reading it and i’m dying for my Extra sons)

Baby, I’m Preying on You Tonight (Ch. 8) - cuttlemefish - @cuttlemefishwrites​ - Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that’s stolen Yuuri’s heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.
(My review: the jjs will never cease to slay me. viktor and chris especially cute in this chapter)

patellofemoral pain syndrome (Ch. 3) - seventhstar - @pencilwalla​ - It’s just…does Viktor not get bored with doing it the same way every night? Doesn’t he want to spice things up? Is Yuuri being unreasonable? He’s pretty sure that if Viktor told him his performance in bed was unsatisfying his soul would flee his body for a more merciful plane of existence, but…Viktor is thicker-skinned than he is. And so here they are. Viktor’s bed is wide and soft, and Yuuri is lying there with wet hair and ratty boxers while Viktor absently trails kisses over his shoulder. It’s nice. It’s soft. It’s good. Viktor’s headboard is enormous and Yuuri keeps thinking about Viktor’s wrists bound to it, black rope over white skin. Fuck. He should say something.
(My review: mmm arthritis porn except nuri didn’t give me porn this chapter)

conjecture - seventhstar - @pencilwalla​ - The first is that he and his new husband are now alone, and will continue to be alone until they reach Yu-topia. Yuuri has never been gregarious, and finds it difficult to make prolonged conversation with strangers at parties; he dreads having to speak to Viktor for so many hours. If his aunt’s description of him is accurate, the only thing they have in common is a love for money, and that is hardly wedding night conversation. The second is that when Yuuri finally looks at Viktor, rather than looking anywhere but directly at him as he has been, he realizes that Viktor is…
(My review: have i mentioned that i love this series? i have, but…. it’s just,,, so good.)

By Anointment Only - La_Temperanza - @teekettle​ - He starts with the feet.It makes the most sense. After all, a figure skater’s greatest commodity is often their feet, taking the brunt of the damage required to hone their craft. He knows whatever tender loving care he gives now isn’t enough to erase years of self-inflicted abuse, not in a single session. But it doesn’t mean he’s not going to at least try.So, Viktor starts with the feet. But the thing is, he rarely gets much further than that.
(My review: FOOT FETISH i hate feet and this story was still a+)

The Katsulanont Guide to Surviving College (Rice Cooker Required) - xylophones - @xyloophones - It’s Phichit’s fault. It’s always Phichit’s fault. (Or: A friendship told through three hamsters, a rice cooker, and the resurrected trade-and-barter system.)
(My review: i think i laughed like ¾ of this story it’s just,,, so in character for them and ridiculous)

Colored Pencils and Markers - RainyTea - @rainyteawrites - Viktor finds Yuuri’s poster collection, but there’s another surprise in there too.
(My review: yuuri’s poster collection with a twist ;) ;) loved it)

Wanted: Skating Lessons - slightlied - @forovnix​ - Wanted: Skating Lessons / Hi. I am Victor and I need to learn how to skate before Saturday. My parents have been paying for me to get skating lessons every week for the last fifteen years but I never actually attended any of the lessons and I spent the money on marble busts instead. Now they want me to perform to ‘Stammi Vicino’ at their wedding anniversary on Saturday. / If you can teach me, be here at Ice Castle tomorrow at 7:27am with an extra pair of skates. I am a fast learner (well, at least my dog Makkachin is–it took me only two weeks to teach him how to roll over) so I am pretty sure I will pick it up quickly. In return, I can teach you how to say some pick-up lines in Russian or tell you some facts about my love life. Whichever you prefer. Not both, though. / Yours sincerely,  / Victor / PS. I’m a size 8 — Or, Yuuri answers an ad he sees on Ice Castle’s community board.
(My review: THIS WAS PRECIOUS asdfjkl i loved it so much and i know it’s been around for a while but i just found it and like,,, i’m glad i did)

Meet Your Idol! - RoseusJaeger - @roseus-jaeger​ - Ryuugazaki Rei has been a fan of Katsuki Yuuri since he was in grade school, admiring his beauty and grace on the ice. It’s Katsuki’s last season on the ice before his marriage to Victor Nikiforov and Rei would do anything for an autograph before his official retirement… or at least he thought until his boyfriend, Nagisa Hazuki, actually plots to get him an autograph at the NHK Cup.
(My review: what you probably sort of know about me is that i love free! so this was a great read and roseus did so well with all of the character and i loved it)

(Let’s Get Married) At First Sight - cuttlemefish - @cuttlemefishwrites​ - Yuuri is just your average medical resident trying to survive an emergency room rotation at a large, city hospital, when a perfectly gorgeous stranger interrupts his after-work coffee break with the assumption that Yuuri is his blind date. What’s Yuuri to do? – Pretend he’s definitely on a blind date, too! Or, the “I know you’re on a blind date and I’m not the right guy, but it’s been a while and now I don’t know how to tell you that you sat at the wrong table. Call me?” AU.
(My review: this is so super precious asfdsljlk i love that yuuri just went for it instead of correcting him)

He Just Up and Ran Away (So I’m Never Going Back) (Ch. 1-2) - cuttlemefish - @cuttlemefishwrites - The back of the silver card reads Fantasies by Lilia, and Viktor lets his thumb brush over it with intense scrutiny. The name on the front winks at him with the glint of danger: Alex. “Oh, Yuuri, are you cheating on me?” Viktor whispers to himself, crumbling on the bed with the onslaught of a panic attack. Yuuri is Viktor’s everything; the first boyfriend he’s had in almost a decade, after years spent too busy lost between circuitry and code. But then he notices that there’s a stack of similar looking cards that read Celeste, Adrian, Robert, Michael, and Yuuri. All of them read Fantasies by Lilia. Or, welcome to the story in which Viktor discovers his boyfriend Yuuri is a high-class escort who takes on different identities and lives for different clients, including Viktor, who thought he was saving a stripper by putting a ring on his finger.
(My review: i hvae read like maybe 1 escort au in this fandom bc i’m always very,,, eh about it but i’ll try anything z does nad it’s??? so good)

Katsuki’s Pet Needs (Ch. 1) - nerdlife4eva - @n3rdlif343va - Yuuri Katsuki owns a small pet store in a little town on the coast. He loves running his own business, and especially loves Sundays when his best friend, Phichit, runs adoption events for his animal rescue organization in his store. Victor Nikiforov has always wanted a dog, excitedly attending the scheduled pet adoption hoping to find his first furever friend. Another universe where these two find each other, this time with a little help from the brown fluff of Makkachin herself.
(My review: THIS IS VERY PRECIOUS. if you want shameless fluff, read this!!)

Hunter of Eros (Ch. 4-5) - LalodyBear - @lalody - Lord Eros is perhaps the oldest of all living vampires and a legend among hunters. For thousands of years no-one has been able to slay him and stop his evil reign. Victor Nikiforov is the greatest hunter to have ever lived. ~ After seemingly endless sightings of newborn vampires appearing across Japan, Yakov’s hunters are sent to put a stop to it. During a hunt, Victor Nikiforov has his first ever innocent witness to a slaying - Yuuri Katsuki, an utterly adorable local. After being cornered into staying with the group of Russian hunters, Yuuri just prays Victor doesn’t find out his secret and slay him in his sleep.
(My review: ahh it’s been so long since this updated, and i’m so glad i’m patient because i love this au so much. i don’t even care it took so long like ?? take that long always if you’re gonna give me quality content like that (which i’m sure you will))

What I Wrote This Week (7/9-7/16) (nothing on ao3, only tumblr this week)

the latin fic (I’m a shameless classics major)

the headcanon posts (Cary’s excuse to write crack fics while disguising them as headcanons)

the gum fic (#MoreExtraThanExtra)

Aquarius
Within Temptation
Aquarius

Aquarius–Within Temptation

I hear your whispers break the silence
And it calms me down
Your taste on my lips
Your salty kisses

That one day you won’t let me go
(I’ll drown, you’ll take me down)

Enchanted, I will have to stay
I feel you, Aquarius
‘Cause you the sea, set me free
You call to me, Aquarius
(You call to me, you set me free)
They say, I’m seeking out the danger
I need you, Aquarius

I love this song!

Tom Hiddleston reads...

All this I did without you

A letter from Gerald Durrell to Lee McGeorge.

My darling McGeorge,

You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down. Well, herewith is a very boring letter in which I will try and put everything down so that you may read and re-read it in horror at your folly in getting involved with me. Deep breath.

To begin with I love you with a depth and passion that I have felt for no one else in this life and if it astonishes you it astonishes me as well. Not I hasten to say, because you are not worth loving. Far from it. It’s just that, first of all, I swore I would not get involved with another woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it is almost frightening. Thirdly, I would never have thought it possible that another human being could occupy my waking (and sleeping) thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else.

Fourthly, I never thought that — even if one was in love — one could get so completely besotted with another person, so that a minute away from them felt like a thousand years.

Fifthly, I never hoped, aspired, dreamed that one could find everything one wanted in a person. I was not such an idiot as to believe this was possible. Yet in you I have found everything I want: you are beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you, to listen and watch you (your beautiful voice, your beauty), to argue with you, to laugh with you, to show you things and share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to explore your magnificent mind, to explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you , serve you, and bash you on the head when I think you are wrong… not to put too fine a point on it I consider that I am the only man outside mythology to have found the crock of gold at the rainbow’s end.

But — having said all that — let us consider things in detail. Don’t let this become public but… well, I have one or two faults. Minor ones, I hasten to say. For example, I am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives (all tyrants say that) but I do tend (without thinking) to tread people underfoot. You must tell me when I am doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very bad thing in a marriage.

Right. Second blemish. This, actually, is not so much a blemish  of character  as a blemish of circumstance. Darling I want you to be you in your own right, and I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take into consideration that I am also me in my own right and that I have a headstart on you… what I am trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you are sometimes treated simply as my wife. Always remember that what you lose on the swings, you gain on the roundabouts. But I am an established ‘creature’ in the world, and so — on occasions — you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives me less pleasure than this but it is a fact of life to be faced.

Third (and very important and nasty) blemish: jealousy. I don’t think you know what jealousy is (thank God) in the real sense of the word. I know you have felt jealousy over Lincoln’s wife and child but this is what I call normal jealousy, and this — to my regret — is not what I’ve got. What I have got is a black moster that can pervert my good sense, my good humour and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll and Hyde situation… my Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me, hard though I try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me, but I couldn’t control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happened to awake it. Then I met you and I felt my monster stir and become half awake when you told me of Lincoln and others you have known, and with your letter my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid, evil, malevolent. You will never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is; it is a physical pain as though you had swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most terrible of feelings. But you can’t help it — at least I can’t, and God knows I’ve tried. I don’t want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our wedding day, I want nothing but happiness, for both you and me, and I know I won’t be happy if there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you I will have no past, only a future: I don’t want to drag my past into our future and I don’t want you to do it , either. Remember I am jealous of you because I love you. You are never jealous of something you don’t care about. OK, enough about jealousy.

Now, let me tell you something… I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises, on land where it floods forest and mountains with honey-coloured light, at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out of the vast ocean. I have seen a thousand moons: harvest moons like gold coins, winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans’ feathers.

I have seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving ponderously and murderously.

I have felt winds straight from the South Pole, bleak and wailing like a lost child; winds as tender and warm as a lover’s breath; winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of seaweeds; winds that carried the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten.

I have known silence: the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; the implacable stony silence of a deep cave; the hot, drugged midday silence when everything is hypnotized and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun; the silence when great music ends.

I have heard summer cicadas cry so that the sound seems stitched into your bones. I have heard tree frogs in an orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million emerald fireflies. I have heard the Keas calling over grey glaciers that groaned to themselves like old people as they inched their way to the sea. I have heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the Rattlesnake, the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the Red deer knee-deep in purple heather. I have heard Wolves baying at a winter’s moon, Red Howlers making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. I have heard the squeak, purr and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes.

I have seen hummingbirds flashing like opals round a tree of scarlet blooms, humming like a top. I have seen flying fish, skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing silver lines on the surface with their tails. I have seen Spoonbills flying home to roost like a scarlet banner across the sky. I have seen Whales, black as tar, cushioned on a cornflower blue sea, creating a Versailles of fountain with their breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun irons their wings smooth. I have watched Tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass. I have been dive-bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devil’s hoof. I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things… but –

All this I did without you. This was my loss.

All this I want to do with you. This will be my gain.

All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of one minute of your company, for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.

Banishing Spell to Keep Away Harm

 You will need the following items for this spell:

  • 1 black taper or image candle (gender depends on who you are trying to bind)
  • nail
  • a large piece of black cloth
  • red ribbon cotton
  • needle and thread
  • Banishing oil
  • loose tobacco
  • a small mirror that can stand by itself
  • If you can obtain hair or nail clippings from the person or a picture, you can use it in this spell.

(This will protect without causing the person bound any harm.
It is not a dark spell but a very potent protective one)

Fold the felt in half and cut out a rough shape of the person you want to bind.
Make the figure large enough so that you will be able to stuff it after you have sewn it together.
Sew the pieces of the poppet together, leaving a hole through which you can stuff the poppet.
Fill it with cotton and tobacco, and if you have the hair or nail clippings of the person, add those to it.
Once it is filled, sew the opening closed. If you have a picture of the person,
staple or sew it to the front of the poppet.
Next, care the name of the person onto the black candle with the nail and add these runes:
Thuraz, Isa, Eihwas, a dark filled in circle to represent the dark moon,
bars like you will see in a jail, and a widdershins (anticlockwise) spiral.
Anoint the candle and the poppet with the oil.
Cast a circle, invoke the elements, God or Goddess you are working with.
Light the altar candles.
Light the black candle and adjust the mirror so that flame is reflected in the glass.
Hold the poppet out in front of you and say

Creature of cloth thou art,
Creature of flesh and blood you be.
I name you (name of the person you are binding).
No more shall you do me harm.
No more shall you repeat false tales.
No more shall you interfere in my life, nor in the lives of my loved ones.
By the power of the Gods and by my will, So mote it be!

Draw an invoking pentagram over the poppet.
Now take the ribbon and begin to wrap the poppet like a mummy,
leaving no space unwrapped. Say:

I bind your feet from bringing harm to me.
I bind your hands from reaching out to harm me.
I bind your mouth from spreading false tales to harm me.
I bind your mind from sending energy to harm me.
If you do so continue, let all negative energy be cast and reflected directly at you!

Tie off the ribbon and hold the poppet in front of the mirror while you visualize all negative
energy this person has sent to you being reflected back at them.
Wrap the poppet in the black cloth and tie with another length of ribbon. Say:

Great Mother, I have bound this person
from harming me and my loved ones.
By the powers of three times three
By Earth and Fire, Air and Sea
I fix this spell, then set it free
Twill give no harm to return to me
As I will, So mote it be!

Let the candle burn out while the poppet sits at its base, then take the poppet
and the remains of the candle far from your home and bury it deep in the ground
or toss it in the ocean and walk away without looking back.

The Signs as Led Zeppelin Lyrics

Aries: “If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet -Achilles Last Stand 

Taurus: “Living reflection from a dream; I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between” - Tangerine 

Gemini:”And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin' 

And the thrill of your touch gives me fright” - Fool in the Rain 

Cancer: “Sweet as sweet as sweet can be  You don’t know whatcha do to me
Let me say you’re my one desire You just set my soul on fire - We’re Gonna Groove

Leo: “Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean’s roar Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more, more! Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost it’s way.- The Ocean  

Virgo: “If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.  When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me” - Thank You 

Libra: “Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair” - Going to California 

Scorpio: ”There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,And the voices of those who stand looking” -Stairway to Heaven 

Sagittarius: “Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been” - Kashmir

Capricorn: “How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords “-Immigrant Song 

Aquarius:  “Mine’s a tale that can’t be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air” .Ramble On

Pisces: “Many dreams come true and some have silver linings I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold.” - Over the Hills and Far Away 

Baby Makes Three

Two years of marriage. Harry couldn’t believe it. Partly because he feels the time has flown by, partly because he feels that he’s been with y/n his whole life. Or at least the part with her in it is the only part that mattered. Harry thought he knew what life was about before he met her, but he truly came alive when he fell in love with y/n. Two years of laughs and tears. Two years of good morning kisses, when Harry’s slipping out the door early to get into the studio. Two years of literally pulling each other through the tough days, the things in life that tend to get you down if you don’t have someone to help you through it. Two years of lazy afternoon sex and breakfast in bed. Walks in the park, exploring, adventures. Every moment had been like a dream. Even the days when y/n was moody and kind of a bitch or when Harry was tired and very short with her. The only thing that could make it better, Harry believes, is to add another member to their family. 

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masterlist of PTX otp/ship tags

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Romantic walks on the sand.

Pairing: Phan.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, rimming and butt sex.

A/N Holy crap tysm for 29 followers :D xx

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~*~Dan POV~*~

“Dan, come on we’re gunna run out of time!” 

“I know, I know just give me some time.” I shouted down to Phil, I pulled on my galaxy jumper, spraying some sort of deodorant on my body. I grabbed my phone and wallet and slid them into my jeans, before strolling out of our room, being met with a sweet smile from Phil.

We were on a holiday in America, California for a romantic break away from the cold, Phil had planned it all out of the blue as a sweet surprise for me.

“Come on then, bear.” I smiled back at Phil and held his hand, walking out of the cottage and locking the door behind us.

“where are we going, Phil?” I asked, curiously as the the cool air of California blew gently on our faces, the sun soon to set.

“You’ll see…” Phil chuckled, smirking at me, squeezing my hand gently.

We walked for  around 20 minutes before we reached the beach and I smiled down at Phil, before looking back out to the sea and seeing the sun begin to set, slowly disappearing below the sea water.

Phil pulled me onto the beach and grabbed hold of my other hand, still keeping hold of my left one and looked into my eyes, with a wide, loving, grin on his face. He pulled me in for a sweet loving kiss that made my lips tingle when he pulled away.

“I love you so much, Dan.” Phil whispered in my ear.

“I love you too, Philly.” I whispered back and kissed his cheek, sweetly.

He let go of one of my hands and began to walk along the shore, and I followed, we began to talk about random things, giggling and laughing as we went along.

Not long after, the sun had completely disappeared beneath the sea and it was really dark on the beach.

“Are we heading home soon Phil?” 

“Just a few more minutes, bear.” Phil had kept me out of the spare hotel room for the whole time we were here up until now. (We had to keep a spare room just in case anything happens, like seeing fans).

“Okay.” I smiled up to Phil as we walked a little further, his face glowing in the moonlight. He looked so happy and at peace, truly breath-taking..

“Come on then I’m getting cold.” Phil suddenly spoke up after a few minutes of silence. I chuckled and nodded my head.

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We unlocked the door and stepped in, Phil turning on the heating as we did, before he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a deep kiss, I kissed back eagerly and he began already to glide his tongue across my bottom lip. I parted my lips and slid my tongue in his mouth and began to explore the places I knew like the back of my hand.

Phil broke the kiss and led me into the spare bedroom, and as I walked in, it took my breath away. He had covered the bed in rose petals, set out two wine glasses next to a bucket of champagne, filled with ice and he was lighting scented candles around the room, grinning when he’d finished. 

“Do you like what I did with the spare room?” He asked with slight blushed cheeks.

“Yes, Phil, I love it.” I smiled at him and he opened his arms, wanting a hug from me. I went over and accepted his hug, snuggling into his chest before looking up into his beautiful blue/green/mixture of colour eyes and leant my face in kissing him and slipping in my tongue almost immediately.

He kissed back and grabbed my cheeks with his hand, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss got heated, his hands moving from my face to underneath my t-shirt, pulling it up and I got the message. We broke the kiss to remove the shirt and right after his mouth was working at my  neck, biting and sucking at the sweet spots, causing me to moan slightly.

I felt myself becoming hard and I palmed Phil through his jeans and he moaned on my neck.

“Bed?” I asked in response.

That was agreeable.

“Dan,” whispered Phil, fingers ducking underneath the waistband of my trousers, “please.”

We tumbled onto the bed, removing pants and underwear, Phil panting against my neck, his arousal stiff and apparent against my thigh. I trapped Phil’s lips with my own, savoring the taste of his tongue and adding a nip for good measure. We moved together on the mattress, Phil’s lean frame hovering protectively over mine.

I lifted off Phil’s shirt and it ended up on the floor. Phil’s hands explored me hungrily, sliding under my arse and lightly squeezing. He pulled away for a moment, gazing at me with beautiful, dilated eyes, darkened to a rich turquoise glazed over with desire.

“Okay?” I asked hoarsely.

“Okay,” said Phil, and brought his slender fingers about my cock.

Jesus fucking Christ. I let out an involuntary moan as Phil began jerking me off in long, fluid strokes that prompted my hips to thrust wildly. All that mattered was the weight of Phil gliding on top of me and the texture of his thumb alternately smoothing over and applying pressure to my foreskin. Pre-come glistened and beaded at the top of my glans, lubricating my shaft as Phil’s hand did obscene things.

“Dan,” Phil huffed, and brought my fingers around his own erection. I immediately set to work: I suppressed my own cries and focused instead on producing delicious noises from Phil. Phil’s knee between my legs, arm wrapped around the small of my back. Pulsing heat. Unbearable friction.

Phil brought me right to the edge, then paused, and Kissed me, a tender kiss just shy of chaste.

My cock throbbing with want and God, I needed to be closer, needing to be filled with Phil’s cock. My breathing slowed slightly; I was caught in the hard intensity of Phil’s gaze, and said breathlessly, “You’re gorgeous.”

Phil buried his head in mine, hand tapping gentle patterns on my bare skin, and shut his eyes for a moment, lashes fluttering against my shoulder.

He reached for the lube and slipped a condom over his dick, then covered his fingers in the cold substance. I shut my eyes; always uncomfortable at first, then Phil pushed in

“Oh god,” I said as Phil’s fingers moved inside me, and, “Fuck,” as Phil, an expert when it came to navigating my body, brushed against my prostate. I groaned uncontrollably at this small amount of penetration and gasped when Phil’s tongue got involved, swirling circles around my perineum as his index and middle fingers scissored against my tight ass.

I moaned loudly saying I was okay for him to move on.

But I was not prepared, was never prepared, for what came next. Phil sank into me, rigid and flushed and desperate for the feel of me surrounding him, enveloping him with warmth and passion so strong it ached, and I felt so complete, loving the sensation of Phil’s smooth thrusts, swollen lips skating over my own, succumbing to pure, all-encompassing bliss.

Phil had flawless aim and, as he pumped his hand up and down my cock, both of us moaning and cussing, hit my prostate once, twice, until it was about to burst and I was crying for release and then with one final hit of my prostate I came into Phils hand, Phil riding out my orgasm. Not long after Phil was coming, and  was pulling me closer even as his limbs shook from the orgasm, he had his hand clamped around my neck.

We stayed perfectly still for a solid minute, cum sticky and splattered across my abdomen, and Phil swiped at it, caught a droplet on his thumb and smeared it across his tongue, swallowing before pulling out and collapsing into my arms.

“Dan you’re the best thing that ever happened to me..” 

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“Marry me..” Phil mumbled into my chest.

“What?!”

“I said,” Phil lifted his head from my chest, “marry me?”

“I’d love to.”