on my toes now

I love these wind gusts that pass by your body late at night; a storm coming, but in the peace before the uprising. I’m sitting on the porch listening to the rain approach, and as I type this now, the tears of the sky are touching my toes. It makes me happy.

The sky cries too, guys, the sky cries too.

You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then, especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack dab in the middle of “Hollyweird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life.
—  Lana Del Rey announces her new record Lust for Life

Paint it  black and paint it white
Pull the blinds and meet the light
I see heaven up above
But I see you and I see love

And we’ve got a long road
We’ve got a burning coal
Sometimes it feels too hot to hold 
I hope it never goes cold

Very rough and lazy Zutara thing inspired by The Narrative’s newest song, Toe The Line. It’s hauntingly beautiful and I’m obsessed (please be obsessed like I am because it also gives me a lot of Zutara vibes)

“The things I say to and around my roommate” sentence starters
  • Have fun. Don’t die. Don’t kill anyone. 
  • The coffee table bit me again dammit! 
  • I’m sorry that I woke you up by setting the smoke alarm off by cooking bacon but I’m definitely not sorry enough to give you any.
  • Welp, there goes my hopes and dreams. 
  • Welp, there goes my hopes and dream: wet and dirty. 
  • Keep your dirty socks from invading my dirty sock kingdom!
  • This donut’s for you- the other eleven are for me.
  • Of course they gave two bars of chocolate! One’s for me, the other one’s for future me!  
  • I wonder if I can buy the sweet embrace of Death at the store. 
  • *giggling* They’re freshly harvested potato people.
  • What is this gross stuff falling from the sky? 
  • My hands are as cold as my heart right now. 
  • My toes are turning purple and honestly I don’t know how to feel about this. 
  • Look at my lobster socks! 
  • No, ice cream! My socks do not want you! 
  • Your butt makes a good foot warmer. 
  • Suplex me to space and call it a day.

imagine sherlock and john getting kinda drunk one night and are fooling around and johns like “youre too tall” and sherlocks like “take it up with my father it’s his fault” and john actually does call mr. holmes up like “hello? you are too tall and made your son too tall and now i have to stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. how will you answer for these crimes”

Vore Prey Asks
  • Nom: How do you feel about preds giving you a little nibble or two (not enough to hurt, though)?
  • Mmm: Have preds ever told you what you taste like? Do you have any clue how you taste to predators?
  • Audio: Do stomach noises intimidate you when you're trapped inside, or relax you?
  • Company: Would you rather be eaten alone or with a friend?
  • Marshmallows: Does it bother you when preds ingest you when there's already food in their stomach?
  • Regrets: Do you ever have that moment when you regret letting your guard down around a predator?
  • Beat: How do heartbeats make you feel?
  • Situated: How long does it take you to make yourself at least remotely comfortable?
  • Pounding: When someone ingests you without your consent, do you relax and try to find a way out calmly or make a major fuss and unleash hell on their innards?
  • Whoops: How do you feel about accidental Vore, and do you blame the predator for it?
  • Explanation: Do you think preds need to tell you why they swallowed you?
  • Sorry: If a predator apologizes, do you forgive them?
  • Zzz: Do you end up falling asleep inside your predatory captors? Why? If no, why not?
  • The Fear: Are you phased by Vore, or are you perfectly comfortable with sliding down a predator's throat?
  • Picky: If you had to pick anyone you knew or looked up to to swallow you, what person would that be and why?
  • Bro: Do certain friends swallow you to show affection?
  • Metabolism: Are you easy-to-digest or indigestible?
  • Hard to Stomach: Do you typically force preds to spit you out?
  • Cocoon: Are stomachs a calming or unnerving place to be?
  • Pain Relief: Do you ever go down and try to cure a predator buddy's illnesses?

“john? could you come here a minute? i need you.”
“hmm? you all right?”
“yes. i just need you to come here for a minute, that’s all.”
“yeah, ‘course. what’s up?”
“sit down, will you?”
“um. sure. is everything all right? sherlock?”
“yes, i just. could you scoot back a bit please?”
“o-kay, could you tell me – are you serious? did you call me all the way over here just to put your toes under my thigh? is that all?”
“heh. no, stay! you’re here, you might as well stay.”
“i was reading!”
“i was cold! john. i was cold. my toes are cold.”
“yes well…you could have told me to bring my book at least.”
“it’s nicer this way.”
“is it.”
“yes. because now you are warming up my toes and paying attention to me all at the same time.”
“heh. did you need a bit of attention, then?”
“no, i mean. it’s just nice, is all.”
“lemme guess. your lips are all cold too, are they?”
“well. i mean. if you’re offering to warm them up, yes, they are, a bit.”
“thought so. come here, then, so i can warm you up properly.” 

Tony Stark Headcanons

     Tony Stark can dance. Like really well. He has extremely vivid memories of Maria and Peggy teaching him to dance while he was still rather young, the two of them hoping to prepare him for the future where he would be expected to dance at charity galas and Howard’s parties. Tony absolutely despises the stuck up, slow dances that he had become accustomed to performing at those same events but came to really enjoy some of the other dances Peggy showed him for fun like the waltz or even the tango. None of his friends apart from Pepper and Rhodey know about the happiness he gets from those dances. Occansionally when Tony is feeling really down or anxious, Pepper will dance with him to calm him down a little. It usually works. 

     (Side Note: Peter Quill is specifically happy to find out that his new ‘friend’ enjoys dancing just as much as he does)

Teasing Tom in inappropriate situations would be like

a/n: So here we go sin again
I promised to one anon that I would do a drunk!Harrison and I will, but this one was already in the middle.
Let me know if you guys want a part. 2 or a special request. I’ll try my best even if I don’t check my grammar mistakes and I’m huge trash/sinner

• okay but Tom is not the only one in the relationship who tease the other in inappropriate situations
• you’d be in his room chillin with him
• marathons of marvel movies
• “Okay baby, I understood. You know Robert Downey Jr”
• you’d be using one of his huge t-shirts and he’d be just in sweatpants
• Tom would kiss your forehead and pull you closer in a super hug
• wouldn’t take long for you two start to make out
• you’d be in his lap moving your hips back and forth making the kiss deeper
• his hands on your waist would be pressing you against his hard cock
• he’d move his lips to your jaw, then to your neck, then to your shoulder… he would leave a trail of little red marks
• your hand would be tangled in the hair on the back of his neck and you’d through your head back to give him more access
•he’d take your t-shirt off and would start to kiss your breasts
• you’d crave your nails his shoulder and run them over his chest and he’d whimper and thrust against you searching for more contact
• as you start to kiss his neck and his chest he’d take his pants off
• kneeling in front of him you’d cover the the tip of his length with your mouth rolling your tongue over it
• but suddenly his phone would start to ring
• “Darling, it’s my agent. I really need to answer this call”
• well… your not the one who’s going to use the mouth to talk so you decide to keep doing what you do best
• you’d pass you tongue all over his extension and he’d look you dead in the eye
• with a smile you’d pull half of his hard boner in your mouth and move your hand up and down in synchrony with your head
• as you start to speed up he’d have more difficulties to breath and would start to have troubles to elaborates his phrases
• the only answers he’d be able to give would be “yes”, “no” and “uhum”
• poor baby Tom… the things wouldn’t be easier for him
• you wouldn’t be satisfied with his control so you decide to put all his dick in your mouth at once, the tip hitting your throat making him scream a curse
• “Yeah, definitely this is going to be a great… OH FUCK! No! I just hit my toe on the table. I’m fine”
• now he’d having so much struggles to keep his coherence and you’d feel like a champion
• which time you feel his pulsing veins on your tongue you’d get wetter and moan
• grabbing your hair he’d take your mouth away from him and finally would be able to talk with his agent properly
• or almost that bc he would be thinking in ways to punish you you for begin such a bad girl
• he’d stand up, walk in direction to the door and rest his forehead on the wall
• since he don’t want to have fun you would take care of this alone
• taking your soaked panties you’d lay down in bed and start to rub your clit
• your thoughts would be always Tom
• on how good he make you feel when he’s inside you
• how his fingers always find that particular spot inside you that make you scream
• how his hands dominate all your body
• how his lips are always soft and unique
• wouldn’t take long to you start to make noises
• as you slip your fingers inside you with one long moan would make Tom turn around and open his mouth speechless
• the vision of you with your legs wide open in his bed while you’re touching yourself would make him shiver and he’d feel his cock twitch
• you’d listen him groan and invented a excuse bu at this point you’re not paying attention if he’s talking or not with his agent
• the only thing you’re really care about its how your fingers are curling inside you and how the that familiar warm was being builded in your stomach
• you’d moan his name so low but your wouldn’t stop, would be like your pray
• since you would be so busy you wouldn’t see Tom wrap his hand around his pulsing erection trying to relief the pain
• you’d be lost in time with all your dirty thoughts of Tom, your eyes closed and your backs arched
• you’re almost feeling your walls clench around you when suddenly you’d feel two hands roughly grabbing your thighs pulling your closer
• with the shock you’d take your fingers of inside you and Tom would put your hands above your head
• his eyes would be dark with the desire and you’d swallow hard
• “Now I have all the attention in the world to give to you, babygirl”

Remember that photo I mentioned earlier? We took it!

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So @otomesiren and I were talking and… Is it me/us or does Cheritz have a thing with foreshadowing future events? First, there was the April Fools DLC chat where one of the guys asked MC a question and one of the responses we could pick was “A giant body pillow of my bae character” and we all know what happened recently. (Dakimakuras fekhslkjwfds) (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”
Then for the special anniversary chat event they had, they included V in it.
Was that actually their way of indirectly hinting to us that V’s route was just around the corner?? I honestly had a feeling but I just—  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

I need to lie down. 

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“You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then. Especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack-dab in the middle of “Holly-weird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life."

anonymous asked:

i feel like all larries knew about cricky except me.. why didnt anyone tell me omg i was just minding my own shit till i clicked on this tag and i thought it was an animal but its cris and his "husband"???? whaaat i didnt even know he liked men what is this mess ??? where am i

ohhhhhhhh boy, anon! it’s CRICKY TIME

Here I’ll leave you with this: