life=gone

“'They’re here because of me.’

‘No.’ Yami’s grandfather touched my arm.

I looked down, startled.

He drew a sharp breath. His face twisted in pain, but his eyes stayed bright and alert.

'They’re here because they’re evil.’ His voice was a low rasp. 'You fight these creatures, yes?’ I nodded.

'Yes.’

'If you did not fight them, do you think they would leave us alone? Do you think they would stay away from this place and never hurt us? No. They would come. They would take our land, destroy our home. Our life would be gone forever. This I know.’ He swallowed. 'Do everything you can, and anything you must.’ He closed his eyes. 'I only wish I could help.’

I touched his cheek. 'You already have,’ I said.”

- Book #44: The Unexpected (Cassie), pg. 119 (by K.A. Applegate)

ITS FINALLY DONE

Ten hours of my life are now gone but it was worth it (???)

Like any drawing I do, everytime I look at this I see something that needs to be changed i need to match the shading of the coat to the shading of the hair, need to change that nostril but let's leave it for now!

Hugh Armitage played by Josh Whitehouse from Poldark Series 3

For The First Time

Request: Hii love all of your work!!! could you do a Bellamy imagine with the song for the first time by the script? Canon pls ?

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: this is a song-fic.


Originally posted by blakesmurphy100

Drinking old cheap bottles of wine

The taste of ale felt rough against your throat. But you almost didn’t care. Well actually, you didn’t. Life had gone down hill since Pike had come home. He’d left you, ran away but of course that wasn’t Pike’s fault. Just the way things worked out.

After fight after fight, he finally decided that you two were done and now you were left wondering if that had been the right thing. You hadn’t been on your own for a long time, you hadn’t wanted to but apparently he had, and now here you sat, drinking yourself into a stupor in your bedroom. A bedroom you’d once shared with him but now share with no one.

It was empty. And quiet. Leaving you to only focus on your own thoughts, which were slowly killing you.

How had things gone so bad?

It felt silly, being so upset about a boy. But he’d been the only constant in your life and no one else had. He’d been your rock and everything in-between and now you were left wondering, were you really that undesirable? Because it seemed every time you managed to find someone, they left. No matter how hard you tried, or how hard you tried to change yourself, it always ended the same.

“What a life this has been.” You laughed dryly, bringing the cup up to your lips.

You paused when you heard a knock on your door. Pulling the cup from your lips in a panic, you wiped at your mouth. “Come in!”

What surprised you was to see Bellamy standing there, a look you couldn’t read on his face as he held up a bottle of alcohol.

Sit talking up all night

“Mind if we talk?”

It was odd. Bellamy and you had never been the closest but he was good company. And you knew that you weren’t the only one going through a tough time. Gina, his girlfriend had just died and you’d heard he’d handed in his guard uniform. It was clear he was conflicted. Complicated.

Complicated was the last thing you needed right now, but for some reason you invited him in.

Nodding, he stepped in, viewing your room before setting down the bottle and taking a seat on the chair in front of you. Looking down at your nearly empty up, you downed it, swallowing it quickly. “So what brings you here?” You asked, looking down at the tiny bit of ale left in your cup.

Bellamy shrugged; “don’t know. Something just told me.”

“Told you to visit me?”

“Yeah.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

Saying things we haven’t for a while, a while yeah

Grabbing the bottle, you gestured it over to him. “To shitty lives.” And soon, the alcohol was running down your throat.

He laughed when you offered it to him, before following the gesture. “To shitty lives.”

Once he was finished drinking, you bit your lip; “sorry about Gina.”

“Sorry ‘bout B/N.”

You nodded, trying to hide the distaste you felt at the mention of his name. You two sat in front of each other. Two people that had never shared one personal thing between each other before, and spilled everything. Everything that had been bothering you, everything that had been bothering him. And it felt good.

Better than you thought it had.

You always bottled your feelings. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or something else, maybe just Bellamy’s presence, but something compelled you to tell him just like something had compelled you to let him in.

We’re smiling but we’re close to tears

Bellamy had actually managed to make you smile. Which you couldn’t remember the last time you had. You managed to make him laugh, genuinely laugh, and it felt good.

“Didn’t know you knew how to have fun,” you commented, taking another sip of the drink. Bellamy chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the chair. 

“Didn’t know I could.” He bluntly replied, “with the world the way it is, there isn’t much time for laughing or drinking.” His eyes gestured over to the almost finished bottle into your hands and you rolled your eye.

“I don’t know, i’m really liking the world right now.” Your comment had slipped, and it surprised you. Were you genuinely happy? It seemed to shock Bellamy as well, but you almost didn’t care as much. Bellamy was great company. Really great company. And he had a compelling side to him.

You hadn’t known Bellamy but even after just a bit, you felt you knew him now.

Even after all these years

You’d always pictured Bellamy as serious, brooding and a heavy weight on his shoulder. Anytime you’d seen him, you’d never seen him smile. You didn’t necessarily blame him, he was right, this world was fucked. But it was a shock, and you loved it.

We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting

Taking the bottle back from his hands, you finished it. Taking a deep breath, you stood, throwing the bottle aside. Bellamy stared up at you in confusion as you grinned down at him.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

Bellamy raised an eyebrow: “how are we suppose to do that?”

You walked towards him, extending your hand.

For the first time

“Let’s just disappear for a while.”

For the first time

Being gay has honestly been so central to my development as a person and the way my life has gone since I’ve come out. Like in no way would I be the same person if I were straight. I’ve lost friends over this and gained friends over this. I’ve been through really dark times and really good times, all because I’m gay. The way I interact with the world, people, and myself are all affected by my sexuality. Even my gender is. So like, of course being gay is part of my personality. It’s shaped me. I am a gay person. I shouldn’t have to forget my experiences because straight people don’t like it.

“if you didn’t discover that label/tumblr/the internet, then you wouldn’t have identified with that bullshit gender.”

no, i wouldn’t have. i would have gone through life thinking something was wrong with me and every time someone uses the wrong pronouns/name, i would have felt like throwing up.

but i did discover that label/tumblr/the internet, and i realised that i wasn’t the only person who felt like this, and that made me feel supported and safe and happy in my own skin.

so kindly fuck off.

OKAY KIDS LEMME SIT YOU TF DOWN AND TELL YOU ABOUT DAMIEN FRICKIN BLOODMARCH

(SPOILERS!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED HIS ROUTE AND DON’T WANNA BE SPOILED DO NOT READ)

OKAY, FIRST OF ALL 

DAT HAIR, DAT MAKEUP, DAT SWEET OUTFIT 

MY ACNE IS CURED, MY GRADES HAVE GONE UP, LIFE IS A DAMN DREAM AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF THIS GOTH PRINCE

HE’S V. PASSIONATE ABOUT EVERYTHING, LIKE ONE OF THE MOST ATTRACTIVE THINGS IN THE WORLD IS WHEN SOMEONE IS PASSIONATE ABOUT WHAT THEY LOVE AND HIS HEART IS FULL OF LOVE AND WONDER LET ME TELL YOU

This dude renovated his whole house by himself. 

HIS HOUSE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I  ACTUALLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO FEEL SLIGHTLY JEALOUS OF THIS FALLEN ANGEL

I WANTED TO STEAL HIS HOUSE FROM HIM

DID I MENTION THAT HE HAS NARUTO FANFIC IN HIS VICTORIAN LIBRARY? 

NARUTO X SASUKE SMUT NO LESS

TRULY A MAN OF TASTE

And this dude has A+++++++ parenting AND gardening skills. 

He is an expert on everything Victorian, including the language of flowers and arranging bouquets and writing beautiful letters. 

INSTEAD OF SENDING YOU A MESSAGE ON DADBOOK LIKE SOME PEASANT, HE WRITES YOU GORGEOUS HEARTFELT LETTERS IN FINE CALLIGRAPHY SEALED WITH HIS OWN SIGIL

HE OFFERS TO GIVE YOU A PERSONALIZED BOUQUET WITH YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER ON YOUR FIRST HANGOUT

GIVES YOU HIS HANDKERCHIEF LIKE SOME VAMPIRIC KNIGHT OF OLD

THIS DUDE IS EXTRA AF WITH EVERYTHING HE DOES AND I AM 10000% FOR IT, YES THAT’S SOME GOOOOOOOOOOOOD SHIT, SIGN ME UP

But he also has a sweet and joking side. Despite his Gothic persona, he is actually really scared by horror movies. He takes you out for a date in a graveyard and somehow makes it comforting, enchanting even. He’s always making jokes about things the Victorians COULD have done. 

Damien manages to handle his rebellious teen JUST FINE without making his son feel like he’s being patronized or controlled. He is diplomatic, calm, and loving. He’s a cool dad. 

AND WHEN YOU FINALLY GO ON YOUR THIRD DATE, OH YES YOU ARE IN FOR A SURPRISE. 

DAMIEN BLOODMARCH, MR. BEAUTIFUL PRINCE OF DARKNESS, IS ACTUALLY AN IT GUY WHO VOLUNTEERS AT AN ANIMAL SHELTER IN HIS OFF TIME. 

AND. HE. LOVES. DOGS. 

BLESSED IMAGE, REBLOG FOR GOOD FORTUNE

IF YOU WEREN’T SOLD ON HIM ALREADY, OOOOOOOOOO BABY, OOOOOOOOOO YES THIS IS THE KICKER RIGHT HERE

GOD WHAT AN ADORABLE DORK

IT TURNS OUT HE WAS ACTUALLY SCARED THAT YOU WOULDN’T LIKE THE FACT THAT HE’S NOT JUST A GOTH 24/7. THAT HE’S ACTUALLY A THREE DIMENSIONAL PERSON

AND THE REASON WHY HE DOESN’T FEAR DEATH IS BECAUSE HE BELIEVES THAT IT GIVES LIFE MEANING, THAT YOU SHOULDN’T LET GRIEF CONTROL YOU FOREVER

HERE IS A WONDERFUL, GORGEOUS PARENT WITH UNIQUE INTERESTS AND HE IS JUST FULL OF SO MANY SWEET THOUGHTS AND IDEAS AAGHHGHGHGH

Damien has lost people dear to him. Yet he keeps moving. He keeps finding ways to make his life interesting and beautiful. He is good with animals and kids, everyone really (except the cashier at Hot Topic). He has not let life make him bitter. I love that about his character. I think his connection with the Player Dad is really special because people judge him so quickly and the Player Dad helps show him that he’s more than just an archetype and he can be his own person. The pressure to be only a small part of himself 100% of the time was making it hard for him to enjoy his hobbies, or to feel free. And I relate to that, I really do. We all have something people expect us to be. 

And don’t even get me started on the GRADUATION PARTY

DAMIEN’S SON THANKS YOU FOR MAKING HIS DAD HAPPY

AND DAMIEN SHOWS UP IN HIS IT GUY CLOTHES 

HE HAS FINALLY ACCEPTED HIMSELF AND GAINED CONFIDENCE AND IT FEELS AMAZING

And then there is this

I have nothing to say. 

I think I almost cried when i SAW THIS GIFT FROM THE GODS

MMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSS THIS IS THE PUREST CINNAMON ROLL, 70% SUGAR, 20% GOTH, 10% BAD JOKES

I FEEL LIKE I HAVE BEEN CLEANSED AFTER PLAYING HIS ROUTE 

AND THIS IS MY INADEQUATE ESTIMATION OF DAMIEN MOTHERTRUCKING BLOODMARCH, MAY HE REIGN AS THE BEAUTIFUL DORK KING OF DARKNESS FOREVER

Consider a Jack that played piano and who, in another life, would have gone to Juilliard instead of the draft. A Jack that gave up after school music lessons for extra ice time. A Jack who stopped playing long before the overdose and never started again.

Now imagine Bob and Alicia the first time Jack brings Eric home. When Jack is dragging his boyfriend around the house, stops in front of the baby grand he hasn’t touched in a decade, and asks, “Do you want to hear me play? I used to be pretty good.”  

So Something Happened at Phoenix Con

I’m not usually one to complain, or criticize, or speak out at all really. I’m one of those fans that just quietly sits in the corner and admires from afar, silently praising all the guys for what they do. But every now and again, someone does something that lights me up, and I’m off like a firecracker.

As I’m sure you’ve concluded, that happened recently.

I’m a Jared girl, but I love and respect all the actors equally. Respect being a keyword here. Phoenix con 2017 is going on now. As it so happens, that’s exactly where this incident took place. Yesterday. On the day mostly recognized as Misha’s day of the con.

Let’s all just agree that Misha is an incredible human okay? He’s actual such an incredible human that he borders on being a real life angel. He deserves all the good things in the world. Which is why I am particularly fired up because of what happened.

**Not naming names because this is not to bash anyone, just to draw attention to the fact that these are people with real, human emotions**

I’m going to summarize this the best I can because, honestly, the more I talk about it the angrier I get (and I’m not an angry person, this just really doesn’t sit well with me).

Long story short, there was a con-goer that had been to a con in the past and she had Misha sign her arm. Misha had said that if she still had the autograph on her arm the next time he saw her, he would buy her ice cream. No harm in that part. This is where things start getting…. Uncomfortable.

The girl then decided she was going to take Misha up on that (which, admit it, we would all try to keep Misha’s auto on us as long as we could, bet or not). But, instead of doing any number of options that would be considered safe and acceptable, she peeled off her skin, including the autograph, and preserved it.

Are you still with me? Hold on. I’m not done yet.

At Phoenix Con, she then adhered it back to her skin. Now, I’m not sure if she showed it to him during a panel, or ops, or autos, or where. But when she did show it to him, he told her to take it off.

**this is where I get seriously pissed**

So, she takes it off. AND FUCKING THROWS IT AT HIM.

This girl, who claims to love and respect Misha Collins throws a piece of her dry, dead, decaying skin at him. It lands in his lap and his handler has to come pick it up. She tries to excuse it by saying ‘it’s all in good fun’ and that he’s ‘used to her by now’, but let’s make a few things clear.

It’s all in good fun? I’m sorry, I have never once in my life have gone around throwing preserved skin at people for the fun of it. And I’ve asked some of my friends (the ones that wouldn’t call the cops on me for asking such a question) and they all said the same thing. I don’t care if you’re a celebrity or Mary Jane that lives next door, people don’t like having dead skin thrown on them. Especially a stranger’s skin.

Secondly, no matter how many times we meet them, they really don’t know us. They don’t know if you’ve got any diseases. They might not even recognize you, really. How many times have you seen someone at work over and over and over again but don’t really know them? I have. I’ll admit it. And you know what? It is my job to interact and build report with customers. And I’m not a celebrity – I don’t have millions of people begging for time with me.

I guess I made this post for a few reasons:

1.       Is my anger justified or misplaced? Taking into consideration that, while I’ve never met them (Pitt Con is so far away), I do love them like they’re family

2.       I’m open to opinions.

3.       I want to make a PSA that Jared, Jensen, and Misha – hell EVERYONE – are human. Don’t do something to them that you wouldn’t like having done to you. If you wouldn’t like have dead animals thrust into your hand, don’t make them hold one. If you wouldn’t like someone to throw decaying organs on you, don’t do it to them! You paid money for a ticket to the con. You did not pay money to abuse them.

I know I’m going to probably get hate for this, and to be honest, I really don’t care. If you think I’m right, great. I’m glad someone sees this from where I’m at and finds it just as wrong as I do. If you think I’m wrong then… well, you keep doing whatever you think is right. We’ll agree to disagree.

tl;dr – Don’t throw your decaying, preserved skin at Misha because he’s a human and it’s disgusting on so many levels. Show him respect. Show all of them respect. You know Misha is too kind to say anything about how uncomfortable it makes him, so just save everyone from being awkward, and save the fandom from feeling like we have to apologize for the actions of a single fan.

A Michael Jackson Playlist For Every Need

Drowning in Heartbreak: Who Is It, She’s Out of My Life, One More Chance, Gone Too Soon

(+Need A Good Cry): Cry, Childhood, I’ll Be There, Ben, Stranger In Moscow

♥In Love♥: The Way You Make Me Feel, I Just Can’t Stop Loving You, Baby Be Mine, PYT, You Rock My World 

“In The Mood”: Lady In My Life, Liberian Girl, Human Nature, Break of Dawn, In The Closet

Saw Some Injustice?: They Don’t Care About Us, Earth Song, Leave Me Alone, Why You Wanna Trip On Me, Tabloid Junkie, Money, Scream

Therefore, You Probably Need Hope For Humanity: Black or White, Heal the World, We Are The World, Will You Be There

Motivational Pick Me Up: Keep The Faith, You Are Not Alone, Hold My Hand, Man in the Mirror, Off The Wall, HIStory, UnBreakable

Danceable House Cleaning Jams: Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough, Rock With You, Wanna Be Starting Something, Beat It, Billie Jean, Bad, Remember the Time, Blame It On The Boogie, Working Day and Night, Another Part of Me

Got an Attitude? These are just as aggressive: Smooth Criminal, Morphine, This Time Around, Blood on the Dance Floor, Dirty Diana, 2 Bad, Give In To Me, Dangerous

Halloween party!: Thriller, Ghosts, Is It Scary, Somebody’s Watching Me

anonymous asked:

Hello Red. I don't know if this will get lost in your inbox but you're sort of my role model and I need support from someone... I've just been rejected by a guy I like because I'm not pretty enough. It's not the first time it's happened, and it's starting to fuck me up... I just hate everything about myself, one of my boyfriends made a big deal about my stretch marks (I have a lot...) and that made it worse. I don't know what to do. Please help? Someone?

Look, I hear you. I just don’t understand  the whole “scars are ugly” mentality. It’s absolute bullshit. You’re beautiful, and your stretch marks are beautiful as well. They’re part of you and they’re unique. They symbolize your growth, and growth is good. You’ve gone through life and you’ve survived. Don’t be ashamed of them.

I sure love mine, they look like tiger stripes. Everyone loves tigers, right?. You’ve got to be like one, girl. Beautiful and fierce. And a little bit sexy, if that’s your thing… just don’t let men dictate whether or not you should love yourself. They don’t get to decide that for you. And one day you’ll find a guy who’ll love you for you, as it should be, and who finds you as beautiful as all the stars in the sky.

Love yourself, kitten. Love your stripes. 

-Isabela 

a short description of every single song in the Lightning Thief Musical
  • Prologue/The Day I Got Expelled: what the fuck is this shit i didn't want any of this help me
  • Strong: your dad isn't a screw up and neither are you
  • The Minotaur/The Weirdest Dream: bye mom lmao/ who the hell is this beautiful chick comin towards me
  • Another Terrible Day: i hate my job and my life
  • Their Sign: i have a lot of questions to ask the gods, and one is "what the hell?"
  • Put You in Your Place: Fuck You: the Musical Edition
  • Campfire Song: the gods are assholes and here's why
  • The Oracle: Moving The Plot Ahead: the Musical
  • Good Kid: i'm tryin my best and everything in my life has gone to shit help me
  • Killer Quest!: we're goin on an adventure to save the world woohoo
  • Lost!: who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put the fate of the world in the hands of two twelve year olds and a goat man? also where are we
  • My Grand Plan: i have a plan and all of yall bitches underestimating me is getting in my way
  • Drive: make it to la or else everything explodes oh look we're almost there
  • The Weirdest Dream (Reprise): howdy hey Grandpa Kronos is back
  • The Tree on the Hill: my friend is dead and it's my fault
  • D.O.A.: Y'all are Trapped: Featuring Dead Musicians
  • Son of Poseidon: i didn't ask for this but i'm still gonna whoop your ass
  • The Last Day of Summer: End of Summer Crisis: Featuring Betrayal
  • Bring on the Monsters: is this over? no? oh well, bring it on bitches
Evanesce of Ruin | M

“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.

Originally posted by snugglysoju

Précis; Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.

Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.


Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.

Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.

And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.

Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.

Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.

She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.

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NRK livestream: TRANSLATION, MARLON!

translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) 

Host: Ohmygod, here we’re getting Jonas. Hi Jonas, or would you prefer I call you Marlon.

Marlon: Preferably Marlon, yes.

Host: How do you feel now that the shooting of Skam is done?

Marlon: It’s a little weird. I’ve, like, done this for two years. It’s a big part of.. When you do something for this long it tends to become a part of life, in your everyday life, that’s gone now. And that of course feels like a little hole (tomrom = empty space)

Host: You insisted that I should call you Marlon. Will it be good to leave Jonas a little? Do people think you’re Jonas?

Marlon: Yes, quite a few people think that. I think it’ll be great to have my name back.

Host: Back to Jonas. Now we re-enter the Skam universe, because it’s not totally over yet. We have to hold on as long as it’s there. Summer is over, who is Jonas with? Preferably, you think? Is it Emma? Is it Eva?

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It’s dawned on me suddenly, and for no obvious reason, that I love Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812. Here’s Pierre Bezukhov (This was sketched out before Okieriete Onadowan took over the role), worrying about his friends and his general life-direction. Things have gone terribly wrong. Pierre, take as long as you need, maybe 2 and a half hours, including intermission

bnha characters as wolf pupy tweets

midoriya izuku: tired of people always telling me to go to the hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it

uraraka ochako: one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

iida tenya: sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us

todoroki shouto: tired of trying to figure out how to solve problems? try simply ignoring them forever instead

bakugou katsuki: i’ve noticed with my stuff people either hate it or they don’t like it, no middle ground

kirishima eijirou: life has never gone well for me but thats all about to change now that i have an idea for a new type of hair style

kaminari denki: whenever i say “all things considered” i have only considered 3 things at most, usually less

jirou kyouka: i just wanna take this opportunity to throw all the homework i was suppose to do into the river. thanks to those who support this decision

yaoyorozu momo: i’m not going to claim that i know everything, i am simply going to act like it

asui tsuyu: a frog with hair on

tokoyami fumikage: yes i may have confused a bird bath for a holy water font and baptised your child with bird water but perhaps the lord chose this bird child

aizawa shouto: if something involves effort it’s not going to involve me

Rings

So, I’ve always been fascinated by Harry’s hands. Men’s hands in general, really, but Harry’s hands are so nice and his rings are my downfall. And I noticed quite a while ago that he seems to never wear a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. And after it was brought up by an anon on @inwhichitrytowritesomething ‘s blog, I decided a short little oneshot was in order. This was supposed to be like fluffy and cute, but it took on a mind of it’s own somewhere along the way. I had to cut it off before I got too caught up with it. Otherwise there would’ve been a full blown sex scene and probably multiple parts, and I’m already committed to a multipart fic atm. So anyway, here it is.

Please let me know if you like it and if you’d like me to do any other short little shots like this in the future. I quite like writing them :)


“Oi, what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into his girlfriend’s flat after a day at the studio. She was sat at the desk in the corner of her living room, laptop open to a Google search of him. “If you want pictures of me, love, all you’ve got to do is ask. Be more than happy to send you a few. I’m open to requests.”

She looked at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “I’m not looking at you just for the sake of looking at you, ya dolt. I was doing some research.”

“Research?” he asked, more intrigued now than he was earlier. He sidled up beside her and crouched down so he was more level with the screen where he saw various photos of himself from all sorts of events and occasions. “What research, exactly? I don’t see any reason to these photos,” he admitted.

“Okay, not really research, since I can’t actually get any facts to support a hypothesis, and I don’t have one of those either. I was just curious, really.”

“About what, pet?” He reached his hand out and lovingly palmed at her thigh where she sat on the chair. She was dressed only in a pair of panties and one of his black silk shirts that he’d worn the day before and left at her’s this morning. Her skin was soft and warm and it was comforting to him after a long day trying to figure out the final touches of his album.

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