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Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry (Break The Skin and Tantalize) by taggiecb

Length: 37k

As the CEO of Styles & Styles, Harry Styles cuts a brooding and handsome figure at the helm of a very successful business. His reputation for intensity is well known, but you would be intense, too, if you had to work numbers all day, give countless orders, and conduct endless meetings. When all you really want to do at night–ache to do–is give away the reins, let someone else make the decisions, be ordered around for once, just–let go. Harry has reached his breaking point when one touch from a man whose very stance commands attention leads him back to a place he thought he’d never return.

Or Harry is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging others to spill their secrets.

Ao3, One-Shot

anonymous asked:

Help I wanna get my hair cut like jacks but I'm worried people are just gonna say I'm copying a famous person and bitch at me ;-;

yo, dude, babe, friend, do what ever thr fuck you want to do.  People “copy famous people” all the fucking time, so if someone’s gonna come to you n be a jerk about a hair styler they can eat a bag of dicks cause they’ve probably copied ppl too. It’s just a way of life man, don’t let weird annoying judgemental assholes control what you do with your own life 

Last night before falling asleep, I prayed to Hethert. I felt her usual happy, bubbly presence. I relaxed a little and after a while I got a vision of a goddess cradling me in her arms. She was wearing a red gown, gold bracelets and armbands and no headdress, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her energy felt different than Hethert’s so I asked her who she was. She just hushed me. She felt contented, very motherly, and deeply soothing. It felt like she was full of wisdom, like she has existed for an extremely long time. I fell asleep with the vision of being in her arms.
After waking I did a reading to ask if it was Hethert and received a “no.” I have no idea who she could be, but I hope she comes back.

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You Barely Even Knew Him

Ok so I got this as a gift peice on ao3 and loved it so I thought I would share it with you.

Ship:
Lance/Shiro

Words: 385

Tags:
Grief/Mourning, Missing in Action, Secret Relationship, Crying, Tears, Tearjerker, Regret, Oblivious Keith (Voltron), Homophobia.

Summery:
Keith is sick of Lance being all mopey about Shiro’s disappearance at the end of season 2 and lashes out at him. Only, what he finds out in response isn’t what he was expecting…

Honestly my Jim on the topic of Oswald pretty much goes through this cycle on shuffle.

He’s kinda weird. He’s kinda funny. I don’t trust him. He is good to have around. He is trouble to have around. He can be kind. I shouldn’t be friends with this guy. He cares what I think. I don’t like him right now. He had my back. He sees good in me. He is a criminal. He is my friend. He is not my friend. We are fighting on different sides. Still don’t trust him. He’s manipulative. He’s smart. He’s better than most criminals. He’s passionate. He’s killed people. He’s seen me kill. He’s seen me at my worst. He’s seen me betray him. He overcomes. He judges fairly. He still sees good in me. 

Kemetic 21 day challenge

Day 1: What drew you to kemeticism? When did you realize that it was for you?

Well, like a lot of kemetics, I was interested in Ancient Egypt since childhood. Anubis was the deity I was most drawn to and I always enjoyed reading up on the funerary practices. 
I was raised Christian but started to toggle between Atheism and Agnosticism as a teenager. I decided I was pagan, believing in many different gods. I tried to connect to many of them, but never heard anything from the pantheons that I tried to reach (manly Celtic and Greek gods). I gave up on trying to find a deity and just practiced secular witchcraft and didn’t really think about deities. A few years ago, the plans that I had set up for my life started to fall apart and I was in a really low place. I had to rethink my entire life and I was extremely depressed and honestly felt very suicidal. I began to search for a deity. I needed a higher power to give me the strength to continue on. I felt like giving up and needed a reason to keep on trying. For some unknown reason, I had never thought of reaching out to the Kemetic deities before, but seeing Kemetic polytheists on tumblr made me realize that I could try to speak to them. I knew that Anubis had been my favorite Egyptian deity since childhood, so I decided to reach out to him. He actually responded! I was amazed. He gave me the reassurance I needed and the strength to keep on trying. After knowing Anubis for sometime, Set popped in. I found out he had been there all along, but he remained hidden for a while. Anubis then encouraged me to reach out and speak to other deities (he introduced me to Sobek-Ra who then introduced me to Hethert) and he also lead me to Kemetic Orthodoxy. 

I knew Kemeticism was for me after my first meeting with Anubis. I had never felt such a powerful presence before, I had never felt divine love until he appeared to me. After that I followed him like a little puppy and he has never lead me astray. None of my deities have. I love my deities and I am their devotee for as long as I live (and even after that).

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

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