motor cycle

What she says: I’m fine
What she means: What time period does A Series of Unfortunate Events actually take place? There is mention of horse-drawn carriages, but also of motor cycles and automobiles, but the way the three Baudelaires dress is indicative of the nineteen hundred-something’s. Characters are dressed in both early twentieth century clothing as well as up to date clothing. There is mention of computers, fax, and phones but some things seem rather dated. What time in history is it??

penciltrash  asked:

Can you please write #2 - please stay here tonight. Otayuri?

as a canadian, I love myself a good snowed in story ;)

Please stay here tonight,” Yuri says, looking at Otabek’s silhouette, standing by the window, gazing at the snowstorm raging outside. Otabek’s appartment is a good 20 minutes ride from Yuri’s and he doesn’t want him to go outside in this weather.

“We’re closer from school here, anyway. I’ll lend you some clothes if classes aren’t cancelled tomorrow because of the stupid blizzard.”

There are both going to this art school in the city, Otabek is studying music production and Yuri is in the dancing program. They met through Yuri’s teacher, Victor, when Yuri was looking for some original music to dance on. They’ve been haning out together since then and Yuri would lie to himself if he said he doesn’t have one massive crush on the dark haired man. 

He is a bit smaller than Yuri but much broader. He goes to the gym all the time when he’s not mixing music or riding his damn motor cycle. Yuri would say he’s a fuckboy if he doesn’t know better. Doesn’t know how much of a dork Otabek really is. 

He knows how Otabek has the most ridiculous laugh, but it’s the prettiest music to Yuri’s ears. He knows that he likes to read fancy books but that he also owns a pretty impressive collection of comic books. That he looks serious and stoic to a lot of people but he tells the most stupid jokes and that the smile on his face when he gets Yuri’s to laugh makes him want to kiss Otabek’s senseless every damn time.

“Yeah, I can’t really go out in the middle of this…” Otabek replies.

Yuri goes to his closet to pick some clothes for Otabek to wear and he settles on a soft comfortable hoodie and a pair or gym shorts that are a bit too short on Yuri’s long legs. He pushes the clothes in Otabek’s hands and the other man smiles as he looks down at the pile, “Oh so that’s where my hoodie went?” 

Yuri blushes just a tiny bit, pushing Otabek’s towards the bahtroom door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yuri busies himself tidying up his place while Otabek is in the shower. 

His studio is quite small but he loves it. One big living area where his huge bed takes almost all the space, a few bookshelves full of his books and movies. A huge stereo is resting on top of one of them. The aux chord hanging from it.

He walks to the small kitchen space to drop their mugs in the sink and looks at the bathroom door. He can hear Otabek singing to himself in the shower. He smiles at the sound of his friend’s beautiful voice.

He changes into his own sleeping clothes and waits for Otabek to join him. He is a bit nervous about it all even if sharing his bed with Otabek is on his mind since the first time he laid eyes on the other man. He remembers Victor knowing smile when he got speechless for just a few second too long after Otabek introduced himself, shook his hand with his own big, soft one. 

Yuri is absentmindly braiding a few strands of his long blond hair when Otabek get’s out of the shower. Yuri wasn’t ready for the heat spreading all over his skin when he smells his shower gel and shampoo on Otabek. Wasn’t ready for the way he gets almost dizzy with it when Otabek sits next to him on the bed.

“Do you have some extra blankets?”

“Why?’ Yuri says, his brows knitting in confusion.

“For me to sleep on the floor?”

“What the fuck Beka, you’re not sleeping on the floor?”

Otabek leans his head to the side, a tiny smile taking over his lovely features, “Sure?”

Yuri only nods before slipping under the sheets. He can hear the wind still raging outside and the icy snowflakes hiting the windows. The lamp is on Otabek’s side so he gets in the bed as well before clicking it shut.

He stays miles away from Yuri, so far Yuri is scared he might fall of the bed at some point.

“You can,” Yuri starts before clearing his throat, “You can get closer, you know.”

Yuri feels Otabek shuffling a bit closer to him, he feels his warmth and his smell as soon as Otabek is in touching distance.

“Like this?” Otabek voices reaches his ears, a rough murmur in the darkness of the room. Yuri feels his hand resting softly on his waist on top of the comforter so in a burst of courage he reaches for it and pulls Otabek closer.

He pulls him closer until he feels Otabek’s strong chest pressed against his back, his face, just a few breath away from his neck. Otabek rests his palm flat over Yuri’s chest and Yuri is scared for a second he might feel the crazy beat of his heart.

“Like this,” Yuri whispers and he hopes his voice sounds steadier to Otabek’s ears than his own. He feels Otabek’s lips brush against the skin of his shoulder when he says “Perfect.” Feels the content sigh Otabek lets out as he squeezes Yuri just a bit closer to him, “Yeah?” he asks in the dark, resting a nervous hand on top of Otabek’s bigger one.

“Never been better,” are Otabek’s last word before his breathing goes slower as he falls asleep. Yuri is fast to follow him. smilling.

things i witnessed today at LA Pride
  • LGBT policemen and fbi agents walking hand in hand with their partners and spouses. 
  • a cute girl running out of the parade to give @stormsdameron her number
  • cops openly embracing people in the street
  • a man who had been attending LA pride since 1976. he shook my hand and said “when I first came to pride back then there were 25 people here. look at us now.”
  • elderly LGBT people blowing kisses from a float. holding hands. 
  • a woman approaching us and saying “you are so beautiful, all of you, take care of each other”
  • elementary school trans children in gender ambiguous clothes. smiling and laughing. blowing bubbles. 
  • when an anti-lgbt church began protesting and walking along side the parade with a loudspeaker, the entire brigade of Dykes on Bikes revved their motor cycles to drown out the hate speech. no one could hear them
  • a man who gave us all a handful of condoms and said “take care of each other. be strong. your voices are so important”
  • women holding hands with other women. men holding hands with other men. 
  • trans women and trans men laughing and dancing. 
  • danny devito in a rainbow shirt pointing and waving at us
  • dennis from It’s Always Sunny wearing a shirt that says “You Can Pee Next to Me”
  • dozens of last minute signs and tributes to orlando. outcries of “we love you orlando” 
  • confetti. dancing in the streets. 
  • people supporting each other in every aspect. high fives. hugs. kisses on cheeks. affirmations. 
  • so many affirmations. 
  • words of kindness.
  • you are beautiful.
  • you are loved.
  • you are important.
  • stay strong. 
  • i love your shirt. 
  • i love your lipstick. 
  • stay strong. 
  • take care of each other. 
  • stay strong
  • stay strong
  • stay strong. 

paleesky  asked:

Sooo for the voltron family au, does Keith tired his hair in a bun when he's working or is his hard not long enough and does Shiro help him tie it or does he tie it himself.....

[The Voltron Family] Shiro had seen Keith in a ponytail so many times, the first time left him staring at his boyfriend back in college. One would assume he’d be used to it, but after so many years of being together and years of being married… Shiro still wasn’t used to it.

Keith in a ponytail was just… gorgeously hot

Not in a sexual way, no. Shiro knew Keith wouldn’t appreciate that, but gorgeously hot in a I-wanna-marry-you-and-bake-muffins-at-4-in-the-morning kind of way, which eventually kinda happened if the rings on their fingers were any indication of that. 

Shiro began thinking his husband was doing it on purpose because Keith seemed like the type, but at the same time Keith didn’t give a damn what he looked like. So Shiro was torn whether he should hate it or love it.

Currently, Keith was missing. He wasn’t in the living room nor was he in any of the three floors, which left only one place: the garage.

With a tray of chicken sandwich and pineapple juice, Shiro went to the garage and he saw Keith tinkering with his muscle bike, not to mention sporting a lose ponytail—a very, very lose one that his fringe fell naturally on his face as he bent down. 

Gorgeously hot. 

Shiro wanted to die. It was so unfair. No one was allowed to look that good while working on their motor-damn-cycle. 

Not wanting to die anytime soon, Shiro cleared his throat. It caught Keith’s attention as he looked up at Shiro, a smile gracing his face.

“Brought you snacks,” Shiro looked pointedly at the tray he was carrying.

“Thanks, love,” Keith said. “Just put it there. I just need to get this—,” he didn’t get to finish as he stuck out his tongue while working on a wire.

Cute. Too cute. Again, not fair. 

Shiro made his way to his husband who had his hair all over his face. Without saying a word, Shiro positioned himself behind Keith and removed his ponytail only to fix it. Keith just hummed as Shiro gently gathered his hair. Shiro knew Keith liked it when he tied it for him. Keith admitted that the sensation of him touching his hair was “nice and pretty calming.”

As Shiro tied the black hair band he softly said, “Done. Good as new.”

Keith turned around and smirked, “I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

Shiro paused for a moment and thoughtfully added, “Probably poke your eyes with your hair and then die.”

“Oh my, we wouldn’t want that,” Keith snorted as he grabbed Shiro’s waist to pull him closer. “Thank you,” he leaned in to give Shiro a sweet kiss.

“Always a pleasure,” Shiro smiled.

“Pleasure indeed,” Keith smirked leaning in again only to be kissed by a chicken sandwich held by Shiro. 

“Eat first,” Shiro laughed showing no hint of guilt.

“Kiss later?” Keith raised an eyebrow, munching his sandwich. 

“Oh my, Mr. Kogane,” Shiro fake gasped, placing a hand over his mouth. “I’m a married man! My husband wouldn’t appreciate infidelity.”

“I’m sure I can change your mind, Mr. Shirogane,” Keith winked.

“I don’t know,” Shiro crossed his arms. “I’m really into my husband at the moment. You’re gorgeous and all, don’t get me wrong…,” then he leaned in and placed a business card in Keith’s breast pocket. He looked around as he whispered, “Call me.” 

Keith laughed, shaking his head. “Get out of here!”

You Just Left Me To Die! (Part 6)

Originally posted by the-boy-wow

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Pairing: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing, blood and talks of wounds, smoking

Rating: Mature

A/N: GUYS! LOOK AT WHAT IS FINALLY DONE!!!! This is the last part! Guys thank you so much all the support and love! Honestly all of it means so much to me, it really keeps me going.

You could feel someone holding your hand, but it was faint and far off. Breathing was hard, your ribs screamed in protest each time you took a breath. As consciousness slowly came back to you it felt like the person holding your hand was shaking. When your hearing finally came back you heard crying. Your eyes jerked as you tried to open them. After almost ten minutes of working your eyes open, you finally opened them. The room you were in was dark, moonlight was streaming through the windows. “I’m sorry y/n, I’m so sorry.” It took you a second to register that it was Jason speaking to you.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly. There was silence, “Jason?” You move your head slowly to face him. His whole face is pained, his eyes were bright red and puffy. “Jason?” you try to get up but you become too light headed. “What happened Jason?” Softly, he pushed you back down on the bed. His hands softly rub your face and he kisses your forehead.

“I…” He pauses, his breath hitching and another sob raking through him. With shaky hands, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a puff. Slowly, you pulled yourself back up, slapping his hands when he tried to push you back down. You grabbed the cig out of his mouth and kissed his nose.

“These things will kill you.”

“Yeah, well so will a bullet to the heart but I walked away.” He snatched the cigarette out of your hands, placing it firmly back in his lips. You knew this was his was his way of calming down but it wasn’t healthy.

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