plane taking off

have you ever noticed how slow time goes in the movies. it tiptoes by when it has to. love can slip through cracks in anything if it’s on the screen. the train doors don’t close in time. no one hangs up the phone. beauty kisses the beast before the last petal withers. the nick of time. the skin of teeth. before the bus drives away. before the plane takes off.  the wedding is called off and they kiss in the back of the car before the credits roll. but in real life time moves. the cogs keep turning. the clocks keep ticking. love fades. the plane isn’t delayed. the prince rides away before he finds cinderella. the phone clicks. dead air.


Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch. 

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning. 

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep. 

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between. 


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Aries on a plane: “Yass take off!” 

Taurus on a plane: “I wonder what the in-flight meal will be?” 

Gemini on a plane: “So why are you headed to…” 

Cancer on a plane: *Smiling or making faces at all the babies or toddlers*

Leo on a plane: *Secretly trying to push the seat back, even after it’s reached as far as it will go*

Virgo on a plane: *Has gum, hand sanitizer, 3 ipads, blanket, air sickness meds, snacks, a book, travel pillow. PREPARED* 

Libra on a plane: *Face glued to the window*

Scorpio on a plane: *Head phones in*

Sagittarius on a plane: “This is one of my natural habitats.” 

Capricorn on a plane: “Of course I get the seat by the crying baby or obnoxious talker…”

Aquarius on a plane: *Befriending the flight attendants*

Pisces on a plane: *Feel asleep reading a book/playing a video game* or *Listening to someone tell them their life story… not Pisces choice* 

the losers club aesthetics part two

bill denbrough : a blazer hung around the back of a chair; sitting in the same seat in class every day; weird coincidences; the moment when you know you’re about to be found during hide and seek; jumping off of a swing set for the first time; seeing red and feeling hot blood in your veins when you’re angry; having only one pose for photos; not wanting to share the things that bring you the most happiness because those things belong to you; messy smudges of paint on skin and table tops; making out in the back seat of a car; kissing tears off a lover’s face

stan uris : the pop of a jar opening; sitting in the front of your favorite class and in the back of all the other ones; putting things on tall shelves; running your finger through dust; thinking in a second language; walking outside right after you wake up on a bright fall morning; being this close to figuring something out; thinking you hear sleigh bells on Christmas eve as a child; telling a secret you never thought you’d tell; the cold yet refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face; the mixture of exhaustion and relief when you perfect something big; kissing at a drive-in movie; vegetarian meals; tear-stained faces and red noses; pen pals

richie tozier : big sunglasses; blown out speakers; lucky numbers; untangling headphone wires; laughing at horror movies; loving eye contact; walking into a new place but it feeling oddly familiar; fist fights and bloody knuckles; getting to feed or pet animals at the zoo; licking chapped lips; finding loopholes; biting lips and tugging hair in concentration; birthday cards filled with stick figures and inside jokes; collecting acorns in fall time; playing with candle flames; knowing looks exchanged across the room with a friend; making out in too-hot weather; long eyelashes and thick eyebrows; skinny dipping; whipped cream in your mouth; pencil lead smears on your hands

beverly marsh : fresh squeezed lemonade; quiet conversations in nightclub bathrooms; carrying your heels and walking barefoot; finding designer clothes in a thrift shop; whispering too loud during movies; odd bursts of laughter; smug smiles when you know you’re right; things hidden by morning fog; forgetting simple things but remembering complicated things; trendy trench coats; finding cash in your back pockets; kissing strangers at parties; travels too often; chipped nail polish; dancing until your toes bleed; creating traditions with friends; showering with a lover for the first time;

ben hanscom : the first day of each month; getting to leave work early; a newlywed’s first dance; the divide of those who like sour gummy bears or sweet; chasing the bus and just making it; the feeling of a plane taking off; hidden books in bookstores; unable to resist starting a new book when you told yourself you would wait to finish your current one; nice strangers; attending the symphony; kissing a lover in the season’s first snow; baths in the early morning;

eddie kaspbrak : the sound of crickets while stargazing with a lover; cranberries; sleeping with open windows; “so bad they’re good” movies; screaming at horror movies; making eye contact with a lover in a crowded room; bone-crushing hugs full of love; getting the perfect present for someone; the light shining through stained glass windows; waking up to a blanket of snow over your town; constantly cold fingers and hands; flowers between book pages; grabbing the sides of your lovers face and kissing them with everything in you; smudged black ink; showering at three am

mike hanlon : sitting on your dad’s shoulders as a toddler; getting your hair played with; big blasts of thunder in the middle of the night; having a word on the tip of your tongue; listening to the wind outside when you are home alone; songs that make satisfying rhymes; the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise; swimming really deep in water; noticing a beautiful person in a large crowd; being kind when you shouldn’t be; insomnia; cartwheels in empty hallways; ordering too much pizza; giving courage to those afraid; 

President Trump’s frequent trips during the winter to his Florida property, Mar-a-Lago, sparked protests from nearby residents, ethics watchdogs and some elected officials.

But here’s something that’s mostly escaped public attention: The trips are also bad for sharks.

Blacktip sharks are seen migrating along the southeast Florida coast. (Stephen M. Kajiura)

Granted, Trump has expressed his distaste for sharks more than once, so he probably wouldn’t lose sleep over disrupting research on the ocean’s top predator. On July 4, 2013, he fired off multiple tweets denigrating the ancient species, writing, “Sharks are last on my list — other than perhaps the losers and haters of the World!”

Stephen M. Kajiura, a professor of biological sciences at Florida Atlantic University, has conducted an aerial survey for the past seven years to record the abundance and migration patterns of blacktip sharks.

The aerial surveys involve a low flying plane that takes off from an airport included in the no-fly zone activated when President Trump is in Mar-a-Lago.

“He has no idea that he’s doing it, but it does mean a significant reduction,” Kajiura said, hastening to add that he’s “not complaining” but does believe it represents the first time there has been “a direct imposition on data collection by a visiting president.”

Because the president traveled to the property seven times over the course of his first 11 weeks in office, it reduced the number of surveys that the marine biologist could take during that period by one-third.

Read the rest of the story: Trump’s love of Mar-a-Lago is bad news for sharks


|| 𝗛𝗢𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 : 𝑮𝒓𝒚𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 —— ❛ Gryffindors are bright mornings , leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers , unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts , the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love , clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks , winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off , the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom , the wind through your hair. They’re panting , pillow fights , feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch.

Kisses On A Plane (Grayson)

You shut your eyes tight, pushing your head back against the headrest as the plane jolted to life. Passengers were still filing in and taking their seats as the pilot announced you would be departing in a matter of minutes. You hoped to God no one would take the vacant spot next to you. You booked first class solely for that reason. A five hour flight from L.A. to New York with some stranger asleep on your shoulder? No thanks. Your eyes scanned the passengers taking up the aisles before landing on one in particular. He had headphones wrapped around his neck, brown hair swept across his forehead and the most stunning hazel eyes you had ever seen. There was a small mole on his chin and his lips were plump and pink. He was undoubtedly one of the most attractive guys you had ever laid eyes on. You were surprised to find he was alone, expecting some kind of model girlfriend to be trudging along behind him. When he stopped next to your seat, eyeing the spot next to you, your mouth went dry. He looked down at you, giving you a small smile.

โ€œUh. I think this is me.โ€

โ€œOh!โ€ You stood as best as you could, shifting over so he could take the aisle seat next to you. โ€œSure, help yourself.โ€ You smiled back, laughing awkwardly as you scrambled to move over. He laughed lightly before plopping down beside you. Holy shit he smelt amazing. He got himself situated then outstretched his hand towards you.

โ€œIโ€™m Grayson.โ€

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Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: Iโ€™m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstoriesโ€‹ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

Originally posted by musicfixyou

โ€œWeโ€™re all needed for this mission,โ€ Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

โ€œWhat is it this time?โ€

โ€œInfiltration.โ€ Steve hesitates before adding, โ€œOf a HYDRA base.โ€

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

โ€œEven me?โ€ Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRAโ€™s former golden boy. Heโ€™s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless itโ€™s absolutely necessary.

โ€œWeโ€™re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.โ€

โ€œOh thank god.โ€ Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluffย 

Originally posted by seabasschino

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