palm of hands

after they start dating otabek totally develops a fixation for yuris hands

he loves them. loves the way yuri’s long fingers feel whenever he cups otabeks face, loves the smooth way they feel against his own palm when their hands are interlaced, loves the way they look whether yuri’s wearing rings or bracelets or any shade of nail polish

he loves pressing his lips to yuri’s knuckles, or turning his head to kiss yuri’s palm whenever yuri holds his hand to his cheek, or spontaneously grabbing yuris wrist and kissing his pulse

and when he sees yuri with ice cream on the corner of his lips and grabs yuri’s hand and guides it so yuris thumb can swipe it away, and then guides his hand to his mouth and licks the ice cream off, well. he realizes that maybe he should get his fixation under control.

(or not, because yuri’s face is an adorable shade of red right now, and he would like to see it again.)

reaperskillerthighs  asked:

promt-regret

“Honey -” 

“It’s not real,” Gabriel whispers, soft.  “It’s not real, it’s not real.” 

“Honey, I am real,” Jesse insists. He reaches out, and Gabriel recoils like Jesse might burn him. 

“No, you left,” Gabriel murmurs. His voice starts climbing in volume ever so slightly. “This is another dream. I dreamt you up.” 

“Aw, sugar,” Jesse pleads, weak. “Listen t’me, you know that ain’t true. I found you again, didn’t I? C’mere -”

“Don’t touch me!” Gabriel snaps, yelling suddenly, flinching back. “Don’t touch me, I don’t want -” 

“Gabriel,” Jesse says, gentle. His brows knit, hand palm up in offering. He keeps his distance. 

“No, it’s not real,” Gabriel insists, but his voice breaks, and he turns away abruptly. “It’s not - you left me -” 

“I’m here,” Jesse murmurs. “I’m here now, ain’t I? C’mere, darlin’, please?”

Gabriel hesitates for a long time. After a moment, his shoulders slump. Jesse inches forward, delicate-like, and takes Gabriel’s hands. 

“Easy, now,” he soothes. “I’m real, sweetheart, see there? I got you.” 

“You left me,” Gabriel says, watery. 

Jesse pulls him close and smooths his curls, whispering apologies. “Never again, angel, promise,” he says, rubbing Gabriel’s shaking shoulders.

“C’mere now, you’re alright.” 

“I hate this,” Gabriel rasps.

“I know, baby,” Jesse mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

you and i and nothing. holding the feeling in the palms of my hands, tightly, so it wouldn’t drip on the floor and dirty what relationship we had.

but you couldn’t hold yours tightly enough – it spilled out, ran over your skin red and fell through the air red and stained the carpet red. i love you. what was i supposed to do? such a beautiful mess – to breathtaking to scrub away, that captivating shade of crimson. now i look back and realize it was the color of blood, but then i thought it was the color of soulmates.

now i think maybe soulmates don’t exist – we certainly didn’t. i looked around corners and under desks for you for weeks, but you always managed to stay one step ahead, one step away. i had to reshape my heart around the hole you left and call it quits on all the things you left me – memories buried in my mind, left there to rot forgotten like an old time capsule.

but sometimes i still dig it up. and sometimes i wonder.

- abby, day 276 // prompt for anon

I Believe In Nothing (100 Suns Sequel: Chapter 26)

Her fingers hovered above the numbers that the picture held, ready to type. The American’s breathing quickened as the first digit appeared followed by the second, third, fourth, fifth-

She stopped; she couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t do this, not now, not ever, not after so long. It had been two years since that fateful day when she walked out on them, how could she just pick up the phone and call him? Pretend like nothing had happen.

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anonymous asked:

Can I please get a Sam Wilson x Reader one with prompt 14?

Prompt #14: “You’re supposed to talk me out of this!”

In through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

I repeated the words through my head as my fingernails dug into the palms of my hands. It was warm as Sam and I stood on the rooftop looking over.

 “You realise that this thing will make me fall faster, right?” I looked at Sam who wore his Falcon wings. “And harder?”

“You’ll hit the safety mat!” He assured me.

“I’ll be falling with a jet pack that is kind of heavy.” I added. “Oh my god, my chest is hurting. I didn’t think that my heart could beat this fast.”

“You’ll be fine.” Sam put a hand on my shoulder. I reached for it and squeezed it.

“You’re supposed to talk me out of this!” I pointed out. “Or at least tell me that I don’t need to do this if I don’t want to.”

“That would be Cap, except he’d go ahead and do the same thing.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and he uses his shi-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Sam pushed me off. However, instead of hitting the mat, I felt arms around me.

“I hate you.” I stumbled over my words and felt my feet touch the ground. As soon as Sam let go of me, I stood on shaky legs. “If you’re ever on fire, don’t look at me to put you out.”

“Alright, let’s go try again.” Sam opened up the Falcon wings and I watched him go back to the roof. “Now, are you going to take the stairs, or use the jet pack?” He called.

“You said it yourself,” I yelled back. “It isn’t a jet pack!”

bxebxee  asked:

omg... if it's still open? becky? 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 (if not im sorry i saw it Late rip) thank u love

Becky: Funny, the girl thinks. No, really. It’s funny.

“What’s funny?” the demon asks on her left, a smirk ready on his lips for the startled expression widening the girl’s eyes. Just a moment of silence, then she forrows her brows and the demon’s mouth only stretches more, giving her a glimpse of sharp canines. 

“Can you fucking stop appearing out of nowhere, pleas -”

“Oh, you know you love that.”

“-and stop reading my thoughts too, thank you very much.”

He just laughs, ignoring her pissed tone and then resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “So, what’s funny?”

The girl looks at him, still a bit annoyed but willing to answer nonetheless - she’s quite weak for him after all. Thus, “how easy men are for a pretty face,” she replies, noticing another two clients watching her from the other side of the bar.

The demon hums, vicious, victorious, as he throws a glance at said boys. “I must agree with you on that, dear. Men are easy when it comes to you.”

The girl snorts, looking out the window when she sees him raise to his feet. Then he stops for a second, letting his burning fingers quietly skim at her rosy cheek. Of course, that smirk never leaves his pretty lips.

“It’s always a pleasure working with you, doll.”

And as he walks towards the other side of the bar, the girl already knows that Hell will welcome two more lost souls tonight. 

Palmistry 101


When reading palms, whether your own or someone else’s, these are the main things to consider:

  1. Which hand is dominant? For right-handed people, the left hand gives information about inherited characteristics and potential, while the right hand reveals the development, character, and life events. The opposite is true for left-handed folks!
  2. Quality of lines and their points of intersection. How strong or fine are the lines? Are they straight and long, broken and twisted, etc.? 
  3. The directions of lines, which mounts they occur on or near, and their influences.
  4. Shape of the hand, fingers, nails, and mounts.
  5. General demeanor of the person and the hand. 

MAJOR LINES

Each line has its own meaning and depicts a certain course of action in a person’s life. Lines come in all shapes and sizes. Not everyone has all six of these lines, although the first three are always present (the fate line is usually present as well). 

  • Heart line: emotions, insecurities, marriages, dependence and independence, the nature of your relationships.
  • Head line: intellect, reasoning powers, prospective career paths, potentials for success.
  • Life line: pattern and quality of life, physical vitality, stability or imbalance, will power and logic, not necessarily the indicator for length of your life.
  • Fate/Saturn line: strengths of character, career, friendships, life’s daily problems, and general ability to succeed.
  • Mercury/Health line: health matters, business and adventure, the spirit of discovery.
  • Apollo/Sun line: utilization of creative energies and potentials for success through development of talents.

MOUNTS

The mounts are fleshy cushions underneath each of the fingers. These mounts carry the same name as the finger they are under. Below are the different character and personality traits associated with each finger/mount.

  • Mercury: Pinky. buoyancy, shrewdness, wit, spirit.
  • Apollo/Sun: Ring finger. compassion, love of beauty, artistic abilities, potential for success.
  • Saturn/Fate: Middle finger. seriousness, cautiousness, gloom, superstition.
  • Jupiter: Index finger. leadership, honor, ambition, spirituality/religiousness.
  • Lower Mars: Below pinky. moral courage, self-control.
  • Upper Mars: Below thumb. resistance, coolness of spirit, calmness, courage.
  • Venus: Thumb. benevolence, affection, humility, passion.
  • Moon: sentimentaliity, imagination, self-centeredness 

CONFIGURATIONS

These are just a few of the figurative markings that are commonly seen on the hand. They add meaning to the lines or mounts they are near.

  • Branches: emphasize strengths.
  • Breaks in lines: emphasize weaknesses.
  • Chains: signify obscure goals, inclinations to deviate.
  • Crosses: signify upheavals, violence, struggles, and blunders.
  • Islands: indicate delays, injuries, and problems.
  • Stars: emphasize luckiness.


*** I will be posting more about palmistry soon, including more detailed variations of the lines and mounts! In the meantime, feel free to ask me about your palms… sending me a picture would be AMAZING :~)