oblivion state


An abandoned Mansion in England. Last used as a school which closed due to a child abuse scandal.

Beautiful Words

Not enough people give credit to language. I am going to write here a hundered words that I find beautiful or funny or interesting. Pick one. Use one. Language is so important.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! If requests are still open, any headcanons about how Sasuke, Kakashi and Naruto would react if the person they loved but weren't with yet was being hit on by a creepy guy? Like a random guy starts asking the person they're in love with if they want to go out, starts kissing them on their cheeks and neck, and hugs them and insists on getting their number while they're clearly uncomfortable? And starts claiming they're "the most beautiful girl" and won't stop? This just happened to me 😢

Anon, I sincerely hope you’re feeling better now! I don’t know how uncomfortable you must have felt, but I really do hope you’re feeling better. Also, I’m so sorry for the delay. I hope you’ll like this! I also made these into scenarios + headcanon, I hope you wouldn’t mind! More will be under the cut because it’s pretty long and I don’t want to take over your dash.

–– Admin Vann

Uchiha Sasuke:

  • Sasuke would give the guy a small warning, telling him to back away from you. But you know, in the inside, he’s holding back to slam the guy’s face against the rock hard cement a hundred times until he loses all his teeth (Probably one slam would make the man lose all his teeth). So he shows passive aggressiveness only for a short period of time before he actually snaps and gives the man a huge beating he deserves. He’s probably going to tell you he’d walk you home from now on.

Sasuke’s breath was steadied and calm, his expression showed no emotion as he walked his way through the empty villages late in the night. The village was so silent, except, he heard the sudden plea for help from someone in the corner of the restaurant.

Sasuke froze in his tracks, his breathing stopped for a moment once he recognized the voice crying out desperately for help. It was you. He ran to the voice and his eyes showed rage, not towards you but rather, the man pressing you against the wall as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed you all over the face; tears flowed on your cheeks as you tried fighting, getting away from his disgusting touch but he was too strong. “Get off of [Name],” Sasuke demanded– his voice showing no passiveness towards the man; his eyes showed disgust and rage, “now.”

The man ignored him, he sent a smug smirk as he pressed himself closer to you, “Are you her boyfriend or something?” That’s not the case, Sasuke thought, his brows furrowed at the smirking man before him. Sasuke first decided to give this man a small punishment but that stopped when he saw the man leaning closer to your lips; your eyes widening in pure fear as you struggled to escape from his vice and powerful grip.

Sasuke snapped, he kicked the man down on your feet, you swore you heard the cracks coming from the man and the cement. You stood there, against the wall as your body trembled; tears prickling into the corners of your eyes. “Sasuke… Thank you…”

“I’ll walk you home from now on,” Sasuke said, he noticed you were shivering from both the shock and the temperature outside, his draped his cape over your shoulders and he looked down at you with a gaze so soft, a gaze that was so rare to find from Sasuke. You nodded your head in agreement, the soft breeze brushed against your hair as you pulled his cape closer to you, feeling yourself getting warm in his cape.

“Thank you so much.”

Hatake Kakashi:

  • Kakashi wouldn’t be so passive at this, at all. He’d straight up confront that guy and beat him up into a bloody pulp. He quickly noticed how uncomfortable and scared you were, you felt so vulnerable against the man’s touch and Kakashi was pissed. He wouldn’t let you, or anyone go through this. 

Kakashi was simply reading a book on the benches during the late evening, he has always read on the benches and he felt comfortable sitting onto the wooden seat. A relaxed sigh escaped from his lips, his fingers turning pages as he began to read the lewd book in silence; he let out a few giggles while doing so but he stopped. He heard something odd, it sounded like cries. It wasn’t close to a dog’s cry or a wolf’s howl. But it sounded more human.

His ears perked up at the sound of fearful cries from the forest, within a second he knew it was you. His eyes widened in pure worry, he hurried himself to where you were and Kakashi’s blood boiled in rage, his fists were ready to punch him and his gaze was so hateful toward the man. You looked at him from afar, your eyes teared up and you tried kicking the man in the groin but that only made the man holding onto you even more tighter; a pained cry escaped from your aching throat.

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ARIES: Defenestration(n.) the act of throwing someone out of a window

TAURUS: Ineffable(adj.) too great to be expressed in words

GEMINI: Oblivion(n.) the state of being unaware of what is happening around you

CANCER: Petrichor(n.) the pleasant, earthy smell after rain

LEO: Iridescent(adj.) producing a display of rainbowlike colours 

VIRGO: Ethereal(adj.) extremely delicate, light, not of this world

LIBRA: Sonder(n.) the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

SCORPIO: Nefarious(adj.) wicked, villainous, despicable

SAGITTARIUS: Illicit(adj.) not legally permitted

CAPRICORN: Luminescence(n.)light produced by chemical, electrical, or physiological means

AQUARIUS: Effervescence(n.) bubbles in a liquid

PISCES: Ephemeral(adj.) lasting for a very short time

anonymous asked:

Block b Taeil smut scenario: You were teasing him while he was at work, sending nudes/sexting. You were having too much fun to care about how he would react, you made the dom side of him come out big time.

Naughty princess:

Snickering softly to yourself, you flopped back onto the bed your big shirt rising up to reveal your stomach and panties as you laid on the bed looking up at your phone screen. It was fun what you were doing, which was none other than teasing your boyfriend while he was at work. 

Lee Taeil. He was your boyfriend who was all of the above. Sweet kind and amazing. Since you both lived together seeing him was an always even though he got busy and got called into work at many different hours of the day. You just waited for him to come home and love you.

But today it was different because you were needy. You couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to have him fucking you against the counter or against the wall. Anywhere honestly, you just wanted to feel him deep inside of you. Many people didn’t get to see Taeil be anything but cute. Yet you did. You got to see him when the glasses and the shirt came off. That inked body with those built muscles. He was just fucking sexy, fucking worth getting in trouble with because you dis obeyed. 

Sighing you rolled over on your stomach looking down at your phone. You had sent Taeil more than fifteen pictures. But he hadn’t responded to any of them. You let out a soft whine of frustration reaching out blindly to grab at a pillow you threw your phone towards the left side of your body. Your face burying in your pillow soon as you started to fall out into a deep sleep. 


You were so out of it, you slept past the opening and the slamming of the door. Your mind filled with dirty thoughts and mixed lewd moans. So loud that you didn’t hear the black practice bag being dropped harshly on the floor nor did you hear the footsteps making their way towards you. Quick hands grabbed at the back of your neck and your hair yanking you up from the bed. 

“WHAT THE HELL! YAH LET ME GO!” You screamed and flailed caught off guard. You tried to fight of the body that was gripping you but soon you were thrown over a lap, your shirt yanked up with one forearm bracing down against the middle of your back, the free hand running down to your ass rubbing over the plump flesh. 

“Count.” The rough voice commanded you. Your hazy mind couldn’t really process what was being said and before you could even ask what a harsh hand slap was delivered towards your ass causing you to yell out but not a number. Growling above you, the hand moved from your back around your neck gripping at the flesh and cutting off your ass supply. He slipped your panties to the side rubbing on your clit, causing you to whimper one of your legs falling from his lap to spread your legs wider as you bucked your hips back. 

“Oh so my dirty little teasing slut likes this?” Taeil asked leaning close to your ear and that was when you registered what was going on. He lets two fingers slip down your slit rubbing and playing with the flesh before he went back up to your clit. 

“I said fucking count, you’re not supposed to enjoy this. And if you don’t behave I won’t let you cum at all.” He threatened slapping your clit harder before he slipped two fingers deep inside of your pussy harshly fingering you causing your ass cheeks to jiggle your mouth falling open to choke out cries. His cologne hit your nose and you inhaled the sweet musky scent when you could, your hands gripping at the sheets beside his body. 

This was the Taeil you missed and wanted here. He slipped his fingers from your pussy letting your juices slip out, yanking your panties down to your ankles he leaned down to let his tongue glide against your plump ass cheeks before he pulled his mouth back to deliver another slap. 

“One!” You barely whispered out because he was choking you but fuck it felt so good. 

“Good slut. Half way there.” He commented giving you another rough slap on the same ass cheek. 

Your skin was heating up after the fifth slap, and instead of stopping he just rubbed the flush with his palm before he slapped it again causing a hiss and a cry of pain to leave your lips as you shouted out the six. 

Moving from your ass cheek he slipped those two fingers back inside of your wet dripping insides. He curled his thick fingers inside of you pounding them in and out at a rapid pace groaning. 

“Look at this nice ass all fat and round. Jiggling for daddy. Can’t wait to make it bounce on my dick.” He growled out a sadistic smirk spreading on his lips as he tightened his grip on your neck a little bit more making you gasp out and though you tried to squirm you knew it wouldn’t benefit you so you stayed still. 

Pulling his soaked fingers out of your pussy he went back to slapping your ass, the opposite this time turning it just as red as the other one. He gave you six more slaps before he slipped those same two fingers inside of you. He fucked so rapidly it caused you to squirt getting his pants leg wet with your juices. He groaned continuing to pound his fingers in and out, scissoring them and stretching you out. His thumb reaching your clit to tap it and rub in a circle before he let you go to pull out his fingers. He slipped them past his plump lip making a wet noise as he sucked off his fingers clean. 

He wiped the extra juices from his fingers before he delivered his last few slaps to both cheeks together making you count out twenty in total with a limited amount of air. He only let your neck go once he was done to throw you on your back. You squirmed around looking up at him and he smirked at you tilting his head. He had off his glasses, his black hair messy from practice. His shirt was off revealing his smooth skin inked by designs. He watched you as he pulled down his shorts and his boxers, his dick standing proud in the air. 

“You teased me a lot at work today. And I’ve told you countless times not to fuck with daddy while he was with his boys. Do you know how hard it is to dance while you’re hard? Unlike you it shows when I’m horny. But if you take this dick like I know you can, I may let you cum my little peach.” Winking he climbed on the bed hovering over you to spread your legs out wide. 

He lifted your right leg over his shoulder, bending you a bit. His hand gripping at his base trying to rub his tip up and down your entrance slowly wetting himself and coating himself with your juices. Lining himself up he wasted no time thrusting in and out of you. Pounding himself deep into your pussy the bed shook with each snap of his hips. His arms flexed, fists pressed against the sheets on each side of your body he thrust hard into you. 

He rolled his head back moaning in pleasure grunting as he fucked you deeply into the mattress. One hand came up trailing form your pussy up through the center of your breasts to wrap around your neck and he squeezed. Smirking he watched you take it this time laying under him your eyes stare up at him. Your hips stayed completely still as you enjoyed the feel of him pounding you into a state of oblivion.  

“Come on, cum for daddy.” He muttered out using his other hand to rub your clit at a rapid pace. His thick dick sliding in and out of your wet folds that wrapped around him like a vice. He grunted and gritted his teeth together as he watched you eyes lust blown and beckoning you to obey him. It didn’t take you long to have your walls sucking him in greedily as you came. Your wetness seeping out onto him.

He groaned out in pleasure releasing your neck to let you gulp in air as he spilled his warm seed inside of you thrusting in as deep as he could to make sure he was filling you up to the brim. 

“Fuck.. Naughty thing you.” He huffed pulling out of you rolling on his back with a pout. 

“I just wanted to make you feel good and just release yourself.” You reasoned moving very slowly to drape a leg over your waist and your head on his chest kissing the skin. 

“I don’t think my punishments are hard enough. Next time we are using orgasm denials.” He chuckled reaching a hand down to slap and cup your ass as you both cuddled.

The Signs As Beautiful Definitions

Aries- phosphenes (n) the light and colors produced by rubbing your eyes

Taurus- epiphany (n) a moment of sudden revelation

Gemini- serendipity (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Cancer - hiraeth (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or never was

Leo- orenda (n) a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world or to effect changes in their own lives

Virgo- petrichor (n) the pleasant, earthy smell after rain 

Libra- mellifluous (adj) a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear

Scorpio- oblivion (n) the state of being unaware of what is happening around you

Sagittarius - werifesteria (v) to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery 

Capricorn- vellichor (n) the strange wistfulness of used bookshops

Aquarius - sonder (n) the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

Pisces - nefelibata (n) “cloud walker” one who lives in the clouds of their own imaginations or dreams; one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art

Credits to: @astro-aes-the-tic :)
uncommon words for the signs:

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aries: vendetta (n.)

a blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks vengeance on the murderer or the murderer’s family.

taurus: hiraeth (n.)

a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

gemini: phosphenes (n.)

the light and colors produced by rubbing your eyes.

cancer: vellichor (n.)

the strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

leo: nepotism (n.)

the unfair practice by a powerful person of giving jobs and other favors to relatives.

virgo: ephemeral (adj.)

lasting for a very short time.

libra: cromulent (n.)

appearing legitimate but actually being spurious.

scorpio: masochism (n.)

the tendency to derive pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from one’s own pain or humiliation.

sagittarius: bacchus (n.)

god of wine and revelry; giver of ecstasy and madness.

capricorn: oblivion (n.)

the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.

aquarius: iridescent (adj.)

producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

pisces: effervescence (n.)

bubbles in a liquid

anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope that soon you will feel better. :* I have 2 ideas for you: 1 - Hannibal made Bedelia massage and she fall asleep in his arms for the first time. 2 - Bedelia has a problem with sleeping, Hannibal is trying to help her. All the best for you! :*

Thank you so much lovely anon! ♥♥ This has been sitting in my inbox for a long time, I am sorry for the delay. Your kind words mean a lot!

1. The first story was already posted, you can read it here.

2. Another post s3 fic, hope you’ll enjoy it:

respiraro, si te videro

The room is quiet, the only sounds still present are the even breaths of the man lying next to her and the distant ticking of an old-fashioned clock in the next room. Even the city is silent at this time of night. Bedelia feels as though suspended in a different world, the only thing keeping her grounded is the warm radiating from Hannibal’s body. A familiar heat remains comforting after all the years apart. Bedelia curiously examines the sensation, wandering towards the warmth and away from the stillness of the room. Yet it does not help her to drift back to sleep. Her eyes spring open at last, breaking the illusion of sleep. She waits for them adjust to the dark and gets up, looking for a distraction before her mind starts to reflect on her predicament. Doctors are the worst patients, she knows it well, but she silences her reasoning, secretly longing for the state of oblivion that comes with sleeping pills.

The feeling of another world persists as she stands by the window and gazes at the street in front of the house. The vibrant purple blossoms of jacaranda trees are visible even in the dark, turning the urban landscape into a tranquil dream. She has never considered visiting, let alone living in South America and now she finds herself in Buenos Aires. The new surroundings can be easily blamed for her lack of sleep, yet she knows it is not true.

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Request: Hi Can you do an imagine with Oliver and that you and him like each other and everyone knows but you two don’t? :)

“Are you alright?” the words rush from your lips as you take in the sight of the slightly battered vigilante, desperately checking to see if he’s injured.

“I’m fine” Oliver replies with an indulgent smile, placing his hand comfortingly on your arm in an attempt to reassure you.

“You’re sure?” you ask, dubious about his words.

“Y/N, I’m fine” he assures, letting his hand fall as he walks off to get changed.

“We’re fine too” Thea pipes up with a playful grin, “not that you care.”

“Haha, very funny” you mutter, nudging her gently with your shoulder. “I’m glad you aren’t hurt either.”

“But not as glad as you are about Ollie” she responds softly with a slight smirk. “Honestly, I have no idea how he hasn’t realised you like him. You could not be more obvious if you tried.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you throw a glance in the direction of the aforementioned man, busy in conversation with Dig. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you shake your head, doing your best to keep your feelings a secret.

“Yeah right” Felicity jumps in, making her way towards you. “Speedy’s right, Y/N, the only reason he isn’t aware is, well, let’s be honest here, he’s more than a bit oblivious when it comes to these things.”

It was true, it had taken Oliver an incredible amount of time to be aware when Felicity’s attention had been solely on him, and since their breakup it seemed he had returned to his state of oblivion. But even if he were aware, could you really make a move? He was your best friend’s ex-fiancé. Sure, Felicity had said she didn’t mind, adding that she thought you would make an adorable couple, but that didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

Throwing another glance towards the man, you can’t deny the butterflies that play in your stomach at the sight. Yes, you did like him, very much so, but you couldn’t make the first move, you couldn’t do that to Felicity.

“And I thought she couldn’t get any more obvious” Dig speaks nonchalantly, stripping the protective vest from his person.

“What?” Oliver prompts, confusion evident as his brows furrow in question.

“Y/N” Dig replies simply, “you really should just make a move already, you know that, right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Oliver shakes his head, doing his best to appear naive to the topic at hand.

“Yeah, sure” Dig snorts derisively. “Look, man, you can pretend you have no idea, whatever. But you know, if you don’t make a move on her soon, someone else will.  You like her, she likes you, but she won’t wait around forever.”

015. 5SOS Preferences: Famous Ex

Once again, i don’t know how I feel over these. I’m on the fence.


He had been writing songs about you before you two even met. The sunkissed beauty always featured in the stupid ‘stars: they’re just like us’ snippets, the bold cherub eyes that fluttered in the Neutrogena commercials, right at him, before splashing refreshing water over your flawless skin. You were something of a dream woman to Ashton and he had your picture framed in the back of his mind before 5 Seconds of Summer ever took off. It wasn’t until he started seeing a blur of you in real life, your buttered arms passing by in a haze of hues backstage at events, that he realized you were human and within his grasp (even if out of his league). The problem was you were no longer simply famous for being the granddaughter of two television legends or a sitcom princess yourself now, you were blowing up blogs and often magazine websites daily for your very tumultuous relationship with another grandchild of a legend, Steven R McQueen. 

“I could fucking kill him.” Sat next to you, Ashton was glaring off to the side over the sea of people in the audience of the Teen Choice Awards. He was sitting between you and Calum while you had two cast mates from your sitcom, Forget Frank, on your other side. 

Everyone seemed to think they knew everything about your relationship with Steven, you had heard it all from a handful of sources, but few people actually knew the truth. Ashton was one of those few people. You had been reluctant to date him as he introduced himself to you on the NBC lot only a month after things ended (badly) with Steven and you didn’t feel at all ready, but you reconsidered since he agreed to move at a snail’s pace with you. It was three weeks into being with Ashton when you flew out to Toronto to visit him and when you walked into the hotel found him a blubbering drunk mess. The next morning, he had to beg you to talk to him, so you chose then to lie down beside him, clothed under the comfort of the hotel bed spread, and explain that Steven had become such a hard partier during the last six months of your two year relationship that he became a mega asshole. He would drink himself into a state of oblivion, destroy your verbally, trash your home and hotel rooms, and then expect you to deal with it all in the morning. You explained that you had broke up with Steven once before you two were actually done for good, but he had broken into your place and insisted that you two get back together, threatening to leak the racy photos you had once sent him as well as a video of you naked in the shower he had taken. Ashton knew the truth and now it felt like torture for him to be sitting only mere feet away from your ex who had caused you a good amount of mental damage.

“Don’t even look that way.” You mumbled, reaching up and adjusting the hat on Ashton’s head before locking your hand in his and holding it on top of your bare knee, your cocktail length dress showing enough leg that Ashton had panted when he first saw you.

It seemed every commercial break, you had to tilt Ashton’s face away from Steven’s direction. The imprint of hate from Ashton’s glare practically imprinted on the back of Steven’s head now. Your ex had brought his own date, a peroxide blond who looked like she wasn’t a part of the twelve step program he swore to you that he was in, but you tried not to think about it. You were with Ashton now and you were happy, Steven was just a part of your history and you would happily leave him there where he belonged.

Ashton’s grip tightened on yours, lifting up both your hands together to kiss your knuckles, as the category for Best Summer Song was being read. Sure, it was just a Teen Choice Award, but it was their first nomination and it was exciting to be up for anything. Ashton would have been just as anxious if their category was Greatest Twitcam.

On stage, Taissa Farmiga along with Taylor Lautner, read out ‘She Looks So Perfect – 5 Seconds of Summer’ and practically cued the song to play overhead as the mad screaming around you began with applause. Ashton had pumped your fists outward together and leaned in to kiss you before standing up to follow the boys on stage.

Proud of him, you were grinning from ear to ear as you watched him on the big screen following Calum, high fiving others as they made it to stage. It wasn’t until he was passing by the large section where the whole cast of The Vampire Diairies was sitting that remembered he would pass right by Steven’s aisle seat. Steven reached out his hand, but Ashon very obviously backed away, shooting him the middle finger and shaking his head.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” He told the actor, sheer poison oozing from his formerly beaming eyes. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Ashton said once more before jogging up the steps to the microphone, a smile on his face. 

It wasn’t until it became the most GIFed moment of the night that you realized exactly what Ashton had said, sparking a Twitter feud between Vampire Diairies fans an 5SOS fans everywhere.


“Do you think he’s funnier than me?” His head had been resting on your shoulder while you were drifting to sleep on the long flight from Australia to New York. Your eyes slowly opened and you glanced over at Calum with his white earbuds in his ears, the screen in front of him playing Meet the Millers. Neither you or Calum thought you two would take off and it seemed like nobody else did either. You were going to just be a last minute end of summer fling, but that was almost a year ago and you were still attached to the hip. He had managed to curb his horndog ways and only had eyes and hands for you now while you had cut off your loose ends on account of being completely wrapped up in the doe-eyed Australian boy. However, there was one thing that Calum had yet to grow comfortable with and that was your ex. Will Poulter. He was a fan of Will himself before he was jokingly Googling you and found all the images of a much younger you and a much younger Will wandering around the UK together, hand in hand, and sharing your first kisses with one another. He hadn’t any idea you two were ever a thing, meeting through both guest starring on the same daytime soap opera.

“No.” You answered, knowing it was the only thing you could say. Will was hilarious and so was Calum, you never put them on a scale against one another.

“So, he never made you laugh?” Pulling out one earbud and lifting his head from your shoulder, Calum pressed for more information.

“No, he did. Of course, he did.” You rolled your sleepy eyes back, thinking of hundreds of different times that Will nearly split your sides open from cracking so many jokes or doing such on point impressions. He was Will Poulter after all. “You’re both very funny, Calum.” Simply, you grumbled. This wasn’t the first time you two had had a conversation like this, it was always Calum who started it though.

“I wouldn’t break up with him. I don’t know how you could move on from him. He’s awesome.” He mumbled, picking up his earphone off of his chest and pushing it back into his vacant ear. That was how Calum always tried to look at it. You used to be with someone that he really liked, but he couldn’t ignore the flipside of the coin either. You used to be with someone that he felt was way more talented than he was. Will was a master of his craft while Calum still felt like the same idiot with a guitar in his basement that he had been a few years ago. He was just a jack convincing a kingdom he had talent while Will truly did. He had convinced himself that one day you figure out what a loser he was and leave him, probably for Will or someone even more talented.

Calum concentrated on the film he had seen a handful of times before, his head back on your shoulder as you started to drift off again.

“Do you keep in touch with him?” After laughing at a joke in the movie, he asked, his eyes hypnotized by the screen’s blue glow.

“A bit.” You weren’t going to lie to Calum. Will reached out to ask how you were on occasion or to congratulate you whenever he heard you landed a role or an audition. Your career hadn’t blossomed yet, but you were on the list of a lot of different director’s in the UK as someone to watch out for. You also sent Will the occasional message to congratulate him or just see how he was. He was the one who ended things, but you two were always civil. You understood that he was becoming very busy with his own career and it wasn’t fair to either of you to stay together. He had a career to take care of and it required so much of his attention that it kept him from giving you very much and you weren’t interested in just waiting around for someone who couldn’t be there.

“Really?” Calum had been expecting you to say ‘no’, just a simple ‘no’, and he would have let it al go. He adjusted himself up on his airplane seat and took out both of his earphones right away. “You guys talk?”

“Every so often.” You shrugged, finally accepting that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep for a while. “We were good friends for a long time.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” Pensively, he shared out loud before pressing his upper body deeper into the chair, crossing his arms over himself and shrugging his face together like a raisin in the sun.

“It’s not like we’re sexting.” You assured him, reaching over to take Calum’s hand, but he childishly turned himself away.

“Don’t even joke. I don’t want to think about that.”

“Are you telling me you don’t talk to other girls?” You tested him, your own arms crossed now as you lifted up your brows wondering if he was about to lie to you or not. You knew very well that Calum still liked to get his flirt on on occasion and you rarely made any noise about it. You chose to trust him instead of argue. Besides, you knew that Ashton and his big mouth would inform you if any funny business took place behind your back.

“I have female friends, yeah, but nobody I used to be with. You two were like childhood sweethearts or whatever!” He was raising his voice and while the plane wasn’t packed, you held a finger to your lips anyway as if to tell him to be quieter.

“Are you that insecure?” As soon as you asked, you wished that you hadn’t.

“I am not fucking insecure. I just don’t want my girlfriend talking to her ex.”

“You know what, it’s not like I ever loved him, we were kids…” And you both had been so thankful to have one another while operating the strange world of the entertainment business together.  “But, I guess I won’t be able to come to the Letterman show with you and watch you guys perform then, if you really don’t want me to have anything to do with Will.”

“Why the fuck is that?” Steaming, Calum asked with a glare. You knew his angry eyes were meant for you, but he was giving them to Will’s face on the screen attached to the back of Luke’s chair.

“He’s being interviewed before you all play.” You adjusted yourself in your chair, trying to become more comfortable again and shut your eyes. “He was looking forward to meeting you. He wanted to go to a pub after.” You said before swallowing and pulling your jacket over your legs as a makeshift blanket. There was some worry that if you two kept bickering, you wouldn’t stop, so you decided to sleep. If when you woke up, he was still upset, you would deal with it then.

“Will Poulter wants to meet me?” You could hear his fingers stop playing with the cords of his earbuds. It was actually amazing how quickly Calum could go from jealous boyfriend to happy fanboy. “When did he tell you this? Why didn’t you tell me?” It didn’t even register when Calum that in order to have told you he wanted to hang out with Calum that Will would have had to have texted you. He didn’t care.

Calum was pulling at your shoulder, trying to bring you to face him again.

“Will is a fan. He sent me a video of him singing Disconnected…” You grumbled, slowly opening your eyes on your now excited, but previously torn up boyfriend. “You are all over the place, you know that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was a fan?”

“Because any time anyone mentions him, you’re like a puppy that’s been kicked in the face.”

“This is fucking awesome!” Calum exclaimed, earning a hush from Liz who was sitting next to her son in front of you. Calum grabbed Luke’s chair and shook it vigorously, waking him up. “We’re going to meet Will fucking Poulter.”

“Maybe, you won’t be so weird about him after you two meet.” Smiling, you tried to be optimistic. The idea of your ex boyfriend and current boyfriend being buds was actually quite appealing.


“The fucking king of Australia! Liam Fucking Hemsworth.”

Michael was not happy.

He marched back and forth around your large master bedroom, making himself known in all corners, as you sorted through paperwork and mail on top of your bed, sitting teepee style in your favorite pair of sweatpants, bright in color, and a comfortable t-shirt.

“You’re acting like you had no idea we used to date.” In fact, everyone there considered you two as Australia’s Sweethearts. You were practically national treasures and people actually wept on the beach when your breakup was announced via The Ellen Show.

It had been difficult for Michael to not compare himself to Liam when you two were together. He always sucked in his stomach when his shirt was removed or apologized for not being as suave. At first, you were always patient and kind, telling him that you would choose him over anyone any day and you loved him endlessly for who he was, but now it was just annoying. You two had just celebrated being together for one year. If you were still wishing for Liam, you would go and be with Liam. Unbeknownst to Michael, you had that option. You were the one who pulled the plug on your former relationship and you knew that you could have Liam if you wanted him back.

“How could I ever forget?” Whipping around after glaring at birds out the window, Michael shouted while rubbing at the back of his neck. “My grandmother asks you every time she sees you how Liam is doing.” It was true. Everyone in Australia loved the Hemsworth boys as if they were their own. Everyone, but Michael.

“Michael, I won’t go if you are uncomfortable with it, but you don’t have any reason to be.” Amongst your organized piles, you relocated the invitation to a night at the Sydney Opera House, honoring Liam’s achievements in philanthropy, and waved it over at your upset boyfriend. “You could come though. It says I have a plus one.” Part of you wanted to go, after all, and support your ex and his charitable cause. It would look good for everyone’s image, too. Besides, you knew that once Michael met Liam, he would like him just as much as everyone else seemed to. He was a good guy at his best and worst.

“I can’t go. I’d be arrested for trying to assassinate The World’s Favorite Aussie.” He practically growled, crossing his arms over his heaving chest as he let himself fall back into the cushioned chair that was new to your bedroom, sitting right in front of your large window and being doused in afternoon sun.

“Why are you planning to kill Hugh Jackman?” Sounding as sincere as you did when you reminded Michael how perfect he was and then giggled at your own joke, even your eyes lighting up.

“You’re not funny.” Through a plump pout, Michael mumbled and glared at you from his spot across the room.  “How would you feel if I used to date, like, Pam Anderson and she still texted me and stuff?”

“Honestly?” Dropping your eyes low, you lifted your brows and asked him since you weren’t sure he was interested in your real answer, but Michael nodded and insisted that he did.

“I’d be a little concerned that you were with someone who has Hep C and is that much older than you,ut if you wanted to go hang out with her, be my guest.”

“You would not be that cool with it.” He charged forward, his ass on the edge of the chair, and accused.

“Pam Anderson? Yeah, I would. I’m pretty confident in my rack and your affection for it.” Not to mention you knew you had a far superior career to the former Baywatch babe. You hadn’t had to speak in a baby voice or run across a beach for anyone to give you anything, you had worked hard and sang at everything from rodeos to the Royal Albert without taking off your clothes once. “I wasn’t with Liam because he’s good looking and I’m not just with you because you’re good looking. I’m with you because there’s no one else in the fucking world I’d rather be with, but the last four months with Liam, I knew that it wasn’t right. I knew there was someone else out there for me and if I have to remind you of that again, I’ll start to wonder if there’s someone else out there besides you.” It was harsh, but the subject of your ex had become so old to you. If it wasn’t Michael who wanted to whine about it, someone with a camera and microphone was badgering you with questions about him. The only person who didn’t talk about Liam Hemsworth to you was Liam Hemsworth. You left your paper piles on the bed, four neat stacks, and stood up to leave the room, suddenly thirsty for a cold tumbler of something sweet.

You were right at the top of the staircase, just about to head down, when two arms pulled you back, keeping you close to a chest that had been much nicer to sleep over top of than your former boyfriend’s. You could smell Michael’s aftershave as he bowed his head onto your shoulder, kissing your neck with small, but noisy nibbles.

“I don’t mean to annoy you…” He spoke in the voice of a little boy, pouting out his bottom lip and planting another kiss on your neck. “I won’t bring him up again.” Michael promised knowing full well that he would still whine to everyone else about the fact that you used to be the Queen to Liam’s King.

“You promise?” Dead serious, you asked. You weren’t going to touch him unless you believed his word as true.

“Promise.” He was cradling you against his chest, but he reached down with one hand open to link a few of your fingers in his. “I love you.” He murmured into your shoulder.

“I love you.” Despite all his commotion, he really was the love of your life.


He wanted to be cool with it. He really wanted to support you the way you always supported him and his projects, but Luke was going out of his mind at the idea of you starring with your ex boyfriend again. He really felt like he could not compete with Robert Sheehan. Robert was pure talent that had lit up the stage alongside of you in The Boys from Syracuse, the show that you two had met and fallen for one another while in, and now he was about to be light up the screen in with you playing his Luciana.

“Is this sex scene really necessary?” While you had sworn to keep it confidential, Luke had picked up the large script off of the top of your nightstand and was flipping through it like a detective would a dishevelled hotel bedroom. “We get it Antipholus and Luciana love each other, we don’t need to see it…” Luke walked right behind you in the washroom where you were putting on your face for a night out and sat on the edge of the tub, the script open and folded between his knees. “It’s so descriptive too. You’re not okay with all of it, right? Antipholus assertively lifts Luciana by the hips, the sleeves of her dress fall from her shoulders and reveal herself…” He read it, his eyes scanning fast over the page as his head spun at the idea of Robert getting to touch you the way only he got to touch you now and seeing you naked. It was hard enough for Luke knowing that Robert had you first, but now he was going to get to be with you all over again. “Like, you can say you don’t want this, right? You can ask for a body double.” Luke knew a little bit about your industry as it overlapped into his, but he knew you were serious about this role, he knew how much it meant to you. He joked earlier that you would actually legally change your name to Luciana for it if it made a difference.

“Luke, we’re not actually going to be fornicating.” You chuckled while leaning into the bathroom counter, staring at your lashes as you slicked your wand over them to paint them as black as midnight oil. “There will be like ten camera men and Daren,” Your director. “there.” You babbled away, thinking it would help your boyfriend feel more at ease with things, but it didn’t. It seemed to just make Luke’s eyeballs enlarge even more so, the idea of you being topless in front of everyone giving him an instant headache. You noticed him rest the script on the edge beside him and hold his head. “If you want, you could probably come that day. Would that make you feel better?”

“I’d feel better if you let Emma Watson have the role.” Very sincerely, he mumbled into the palm of his hand.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice.” You dropped your hand from your face, the mascara wand held between two of your fingers like a lit cigarette, and stared over at your boyfriend who was acting like a child. “You know how much I want this.” The director had had a very hard time choosing between you and Emma, but ultimately stayed true to the latest stage production and went with you. “How would you like it if I said Ed Sheeran or something deserved a number one single over you or something like that?”

Instantly, Luke felt terrible for what he had said. He left he script on the tub and sat up slowly, bringing his hands to your bare shoulders, “I’m sorry.” He revealed, but the damage was still fresh for you and you barely held the apology coming from his blue eyes. “He’s your first boyfriend and this boyfriend is just a bit jealous.” He confessed what you already knew. “How can I compete with him, huh?”

“You don’t have to.” You reminded him, twisting in his hands in order to face the mirror again and slide one more coat of mascara over your dangerously long lashes.

“He can sing.” Luke began.

You can sing.” Finding your boyfriend behind you in the mirror, you bent your eyebrows at him like he was insane. Luke was a singer for a living, Robert had been in one musical and then one movie where he sang (and not very well).

“He can dance.” Luke tried again.

“You can sing.” You watched Luke shoot you a glare before you closed your mascara and put it down, laughing as you slid up onto the bathroom counter and reaching out for him. “You have nothing to worry about. Yes, Robbie was my first boyfriend, but you’re the love of my life. So while you’re making a list of how awesome Robert Sheehan is, remember that the one I have for you is far longer, okay?” Your fingers were intertwined with Luke’s, his pout beginning to rise off of the floor and twist into a sheepish grin.

“I’ve got nothing to worry about?” One last time, he double checked.

“Absolutely nothing.” You pulled him just a bit closer, hands held as you brought his arms behind your back and his face low to kiss you.

“So I’m just being stupid?”

“The stupidest.” Whispering, you grinned before bringing your lips to his, assuring him that he would be on your mind, the whole time you were with Robert. 

It was the way she carried herself.
Men beg at the crown of her feet for the chance to be loved
but she sends them away falling like dominoes into their own state of oblivion.
No one will ever know what it’s like to completely have her.
She is made of mystical oceans that do not crave the kiss of human toes.

I once gave her a flower and she turned it into a whisper;

it said “she is all the things men want to love, but could never handle.

—  Christopher Poindexter

Sheogorath is the infamous Prince of Madness, whose motives are unknowable. His realm in Oblivion is The Shivering Isles, and is served by the Golden Saints and Dark Seducers.

Sheogorath savors the act of driving mortals insane or making them perform actions that may be seen as trivial or silly. Sheogorath speaks with an almost exaggerated Scottish accent in the Shivering Isles. His favored weapon for mortals is the staff Wabbajack, which can transform any living NPC creature into another random creature.

Another artifact known as the Staff of the Everscamp, which the owner cannot discard, causes the owner to be constantly followed by four scamps. There is also a region in Morrowind named after him, Sheogorad. There are many Daedric shrines there, many of which are shrines built specifically for his followers to worship him. As the Madgod, Sheogorath himself considers madness to be a form of mercy for those who would otherwise not function in the world — “a bitter mercy, perhaps, but a mercy nonetheless”.

Sheogorath came into existence with Nirn as the “Sithis-shaped hole in the world.” It is learned in Shivering Isles that the other Daedric Princes feared the Daedric Prince of Order (Jyggalag) was becoming too powerful, and so they cursed him into a body of madness (Sheogorath), everything he stood against. Though Sheogorath seems to prefer this new existence and to care in his own way for the residents of the Shivering Isles, Jyggalag is nonetheless able to return at the end of every era, leading a “Greymarch” (destruction of the realm using the Knights of Order). The curse would then revert him to Sheogorath, leaving Sheogorath to once again re-assemble his realm.

Not wanting to see his beloved Shivering Isles destroyed again by the Greymarch, Sheogorath called for a champion from Nirn. At the end of the 3rd Era, Jyggalag was struck down by Sheogorath’s Champion. With this, the Greymarch was ended prematurely, releasing Jyggalag from the cycle, and the Hero was crowned the new “Sheogorath."  Jyggalag says that the hero may one day grow into their new role.

In Morrowind, Sheogorath is known as one of the "Four Corners of the House of Troubles.”

Sheogorath reappears in Skyrim in the quest, The Mind of Madness, which has an improved Wabbajack as its reward. He makes references to the Oblivion Crisis, stating that he had a personal involvement, possibly revealing that he is indeed the Hero of Kvatch ascended to godhood.


Chopin - Ballade no. 1 in g minor, Op. 23

The first few bars of this work sets the overall tone of the set [and I say this knowing that there’s no reason to believe Chopin planned on conceiving of all the ballades as a cohesive whole]: free-form, noble statements, and driven by emotional power. Without a doubt, coming from a Romantic mindset, where the entire emotional spectrum can be explored, without having to be too concerned about following strict formal structure. Written in 1833, when Chopin was in his 20s, this work is the first piece of instrumental music to bare the title “Ballade”. Before than, a ballade was a poem set to music, and by the 1800s, it was a nonmusical poetic genre. Each ballade is said to be inspired by a different poem, though the references are vague, and unlike what one would expect from program music, the initial source material is not an important factor for the music itself. Though it is believed that this Ballade was inspired by the narrative poem, Konrad Wallenrod, written by Adam Mickiewicz in 1828; a nationalistic piece about a medieval Polish hero, which was an inspirational piece of Polish culture. 

The set up of this work is much like an orchestral overture: we get a slow, whispering introduction, that sets a grand “curtain opening” tone without being pretentious…then, a softer, somber theme, almost march like, which takes us into a dramatic flourish, then the introduction of the softer, loving melody…a quick restatement of the somber theme, then a grandiose retelling of the loving melody, brought up to the peak of the works happiness, but after going back to the somber theme [which may as well be the chorus], we are thrown around by a dizzying grotesque dance, until we plummet into oblivion, and ending with stately chords in g minor.

About this work, Robert Schumann wrote, "I received a new Ballade from Chopin. It seems to be a work closest to his genius (although not the most ingenious) and I told him that I like it best of all his compositions. After quite a lengthy silence he replied with emphasis, ‘I am happy to hear this since I too like it most and hold it dearest.’“

Time (Jack Gilinsky Imagine)

A/N: This is actually pretty short, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do a meme au or imagine with J Gilinsky where y/n feels that jack doesnt spend enough time with y/n?

Pairing: Reader + Jack Gilinsky || Word Count: 1000+ || MASTERLIST

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“Anyway, we all went back to Syd’s mother’s house and smoked spliffs. We discussed the Arthur C Clarke science fiction book Childhood’s End, which was quite a cult book among acid heads, especially the bit where the children dance themselves into a state of oblivion. We felt, right then, that we were the children of the future, and Syd was certainly at the tipping end of that. He was bright, beautiful, a visionary… and very friendly. I took a great many moody pictures of him, but really, my abiding memory of Syd is that he laughed a lot. I was still at college when Syd moved to London – but I used to go visit him down there. I’d see him at places like the old UFO Club in Tottenham Court Road – Pink Floyd playing alongside Soft Machine and The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. I’d sleep over at his various flats, including the one in Richmond Hill. There was a lot of crashing went on back then, amid our small circle of chemical dependents!

- Mick Rock.

signs as unique words
  • sparkle; reflect brightly; shimmer.
  • flower term, withering, but not falling off.
  • a type of pinkish purple colour.
  • apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different.
  • a type of bright-red colour.
  • jellylike preserve made from the pulp of fruits; especially citrus fruits.
  • someone who loves and collects books; book collector.
  • the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way.
  • lying face upwards.
  • the state of being unaware of what is happening around you.
  • the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
  • a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.