platform six

One climbs higher, another dives down, away to the surface and down to the depths. Secrets need to be found, the boy’s adventure is the key.

Their paths have crossed more than once.Did you see?


(Reblogs help a lot! Don’t repost without credit please)

Has anyone noticed this whole city is looking for us, mad at us, or wants to kill us?“
"So?” said Kaz.
“Well, usually it’s just half the city.”


Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom (Six of Crows)

Sluts are a Social Construct

In which 2009 Dan feels like a slut for having sex with Phil the day after they met and doesn’t really understand why. He enjoyed it and loves the memories but why does it make him feel so… dirty? (and not in a good way). Then ya boi Phil saves the day.

Warnings: frottage, language, smut (not intense, more of a lead up), fluffity-fluff y’all, I wrote this at four a.m. so it probably sucks (but what’s new?).

Word count: 1.9k

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Date Night

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“Do you want the window seat?” Harry offered as we shuffled down the train towards our spot.

“Holy shit.” I chortled. “You can so tell you’re an only child.”

What?” He screeched, slinging his bag into the overhead compartment.

“It’s an unwritten rule, Curls. You gotta take it in turns. If one gets the window seat there, the other gets the window seat the next time. Rule applies on trains and planes. Often also applies for the front seat of the car. Everyone knows this.”

“I didn’t know this.”

“Because you’re an only child.”

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anonymous asked:

My boyfriend wants me to go out in public in my girl clothes and makeup for the first time! Any tips? Sissy, 20yr

Well, on the downer side, be cautious about where he takes you. These are trying political times and no one wants another example of injustice.

But, on the brighter side, remember, it’s “Lady in the Streets, Slut in the Sheets”. Unless he’s taking you dancing, this is not the time for a tube dress and platform sandals with six inch heels. Go with a nice knee-length dress, or a shorter skirt over opaque tights. Pick light colors for your makeup, as well. Darker colors are for night time events, which I assume this is not. Or, since only about half the people who view this blog are from the USA, pick whatever is appropriate for day use in your country (especially if you’re in Saudi Arabia and Indonesia!) Basically, save the miniskirt for when you get him back home, girl. :)

anonymous asked:

in your history video you said "hopefully this addresses some of the problems in the original" what did you mean by that? genuinely confused here 😂

Hahaha aaaah, I saw the History MV was making the rounds again. 🙈

I don’t remember all my reasons behind why I loathed the official MV so much but it was enough to make me go ‘yeah fuck that’ then sit down for three days and three nights because that absolutely was not the ‘five year reflection’ this fandom deserved.

Honestly it was just so… lazy. It was supposed to be a celebration of 1D’s history yet it turned into something akin to a dreary funeral and I mean… there was SO MUCH POTENTIAL - do you realise how many times EVERYONE in the fandom would’ve watched it if it wasn’t 1) depressing as all heck (I mean that ENDING, precisely in the time everyone was panicking about the 1D split, was such a bitchy and intentional move???), 2) irrelevant (there was zero substance as to what people are actually a fan of this band for) and 3) if they’d actually used footage we hadn’t seen 100 times over for years. For a song aimed AT the fandom the music video sure as heck wasn’t - how many times have we pleaded for any of This Is Us’ 900+ HOURS of footage they withheld, yet instead they give us, what, 6 seconds of new cutaway shots with the rest of the footage simply ripped from the more popular videos on 1D’s YouTube channel?

Access to new footage completely brings this fandom to life - it’s how we THRIVE. But compare the release of the DMD video, where the entire fandom was up and engaged for WEEKS yelling and sharing new gifset after new gifset after new gifset while ruthlessly streaming for the Vevo record, compared to after the History MV dropped and we all just… stood around scratching our heads. Gifmakers were at a loss and hardly anyone wanted to rewatch it because there was more Simon Cowell than actually showcasing the relationships between all of 1D. Selection and omission of footage is SO important and they essentially tried to insinuate that the OT5 connection never existed which, lmao, way to be transparent. I’d almost go so far as to label it as part of the exit sabotage… but I digress.

Look, there are so many qualms that I had with the official MV, some of which were very context-specific to the time/nature of release, but the important thing is that we as a fandom deserved better. Better than lazy. Better than more gaslighting. I couldn’t make something that could contribute to any Vevo records, but I could make something that people could find comfort in and remind them that growing alongside this band and being a part of such a wondrous, influential, huge platform over the last six years is something to be proud of.

And, according to the tags, it worked.

Wtf did you just fucking say about me, you littl prep? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Hogwarts, and Iv been involved in numrous secret evil dark goffik raids on Volfemort’s layer, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in curses and I’m the top vampire in the entire hose of Slytherin. You are nothing to me but just another preppy flaming poser. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which haz never been seen before on this deprzzing Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am wearing a black leather minidress with prple lacing up the front and bak and torn black Marilyn Manson tights and knee-high black boots wif six-inch platforms. I am wearing white foundation and black eyeliner and black lipstik and red contacts. I am wearing fishnet gloves and three pairz of spike earings in my ears. I am contakting my secret network of goffs akross England and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare 4 the storm, prep. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that’s just with my wand, which is kewl and goffik and has MCR writtn on it. Not only am I extensively trained in magic, but I have access to every Hot Topic store in existence and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable preppy ass of the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution (geddit? unholy? cuz im a satanits) your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue insted of flamming. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn prep. I will shit ( AN: but not like really because thats gross ill just bleed it) blazing hot powerful (kinda like me) fury all over you and you will drown in it. Your fucking dead, prep.

-Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven fucking Way

The Princess Strikes Back: A Carrison Story

This is a Carrison Real Person Fan Fiction, a fictional story about fictional representations of real people. No profit was made from this work. If you do not approve, do not read. It’s a work of fiction based on real life events with a sprinkle of my imagination thrown in for good measure. If you do read, please send a message. Writers love feedback. And that’s why I write these things, to hone my skills. Thanks!

RATED: M (MATURE MATERIAL) Contains adult themes (sex, language, violence, etc.)

VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO @hewouldve Erin for all your help and encouragement! I couldn’t have done it without you! To all the Carrison girls in the Slack group for your support. And, all the readers who took time to comment. This is for you. 

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                                  “THE HIGHNESS”

(Just a mini one shot inspired by a pair of shoes I bought…I may finish it later but for now….enjoy ;)

I wasn’t one to splurge on unessicary things often….I mean yeah I love clothes, fashion, makeup, and all things girly. But I guess I’m just not one of those girls that feels like she NEEDS to own designer things. BUT when I saw these…I knew I needed them, the arch in the shoe, the size of the platform, the six inch heel, and of course the bright red sole at the bottom of the shoe. They just eluded sex….these were probably the sexiest pair of shoes I’d ever owned and I was waiting for just the right time to wear them out! I’d worn them around the house to break them in but that’s about it. That is until I got that text from him the friend that was wayyyy more than that. The guy that could make me feel like no other, he played on flying into Miami for a couple days before they started tour rehearsals and he wanted to see me one more time before things got hectic again. I knew this would be the perfect occasion to officially take these baby’s out for a spin.

They just made me feel sexy….and powerful….and DOMIANT! And I loved that feeling…my friend was having a party tonight so he was going to stop by my apartment and we were going to ride together. I curled my hair in big loose curls that I let cascade down my back, going for somewhat of a pin up look when it came to my makeup. A pretty neutral smokey eye with a thick cat eye and a deep red lip, smudging my bottom liner to make my eye color more prominent.

Wearing a black bodycon dress with a sweetheart neckline and gold accessories….toping it off with my new pair of Christian Louboutin. I just felt….sexy…and confident…not that I was insecure before but you know how it is….when you know you look GOOD it just…adds a little something. To your overall appearance…it adds that special…glow to your skin.

I was touching up my hair when my phone vibrated and his face popped up on the screen, a drunken picture of us from the first time we met at a party a couple months ago.

“Helll…loow…” I let my words drag out…I was already a little buzzed…had a glass…or two of Ciroc while getting ready.

He recognized my tone and laughed a little into the phone “Heyyy…well someone’s already enjoying themselves ey?”

“Mmmhmm….me and this bottle of Ciroc are having a damn good time thank you very much!!”

He laughed slightly into the phone before responding “I see that…Well I’m about to pull up in a minute…so listen out for me love!”

“Okay! Just hit the buzzer its apartment-“

“I know….” He cut me off but the cheekiness in his tone made my stomach tighten. His tone implying all the times he’s been here, slept here, fucked me here….all over this place. I guess I thought it might have slipped his mind but you don’t know how happy I was that it didn’t…

Not even 5 minutes later the doorbell buzzed and I walked over to the door, the sound of my heels clicking hard against my wood floors.  I heard a knock on the door and I yelled out from the kitchen “It’s open!!!”

“Haven’t you seen enough horror movies!!? Never leave your door-“ He walked into the kitchen and I turned the corner…glass in hand and his words got caught in his throat mid-sentence. His eyes traveled down my body and stayed at my feet for a while before making their way back up to my face. His eyes studied my curves and the new found height that this 6 inch heel added. Men may not know much about fashion but they know what looks good…and he was loving every minute of this!

He took in a deep breath through his nose, running his tongue along his teeth, before a sly smirk moved up his face. I smirked back at him as I leaned against the wall, taking a sip from my glass “What about horror movies?” I kicked my brow up at him and he licked his lips as he walked towards me.

Taking my glass from my hand and placing it on the counter next to me, getting a firm grip on my waist, pressing my body to his.  “You….look…Sooo sexy!!!” His tone was even deeper and huskier than usual and I felt light headed already but I refused to show it.

Moving his hand up my body he cupped the side of my face, tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck.

Licking up the hinge of my jaw, before making his way over to the side of my neck “And you know it don’t you baby?”

“Hmm” I moaned out as he tightened the grip on my fair and he smirked back at me.

Reclining my head back, letting his lips find the vein that was becoming prominent on the side of my neck.

Moving his other hand up my thigh, wrapping my leg round his waist. Rolling his hips against mine as he repositioned himself.

Kissing down my neck before biting down on my shoulder. Moving his hand up my inner thigh. Dancing along the lace…..of my underwear. He started circling my clit through the fabric and I felt my knees start to buckle.

“Oh my god” my eyes fluttered shut as my hands moved up into his hair.

Pulling back he stared down at me one more time and let out a faint growl. Which ignited something in me…that dominance I felt when I first put these bad boys on was back and my skin felt like it was on fire.

I stared over at him, the heel making us almost the same height. Smoothing my hands down his chest….down to his stomach I got a firm grip on his waist before I pulled him in.

Capturing his tongue with him I rolled my hips against him and I heard him hiss against my tongue.

He chuckled dark and low against my tongue, almost like he could feel the shift in power!

Moving my hand down a little lower I cupped his dick through his jeans causing his to rise up on his tip toes from the unexpected tension. I started palming him through his jeans and he gripped the back of my hair tighter.

“Shit…” He snarled a little when I pulled back from him.

“That feel good baby? Hmm? You want me to get on my knees….” I started kissing down his neck my red lipstick…leaving faint red lip prints down the side of his neck.

Pulling his shirt over his head I started kissing down his stomach. Dropping to my knees in front of him I kissed his length through the fabric which I’m sure felt like hell right about now.

“…you want me to make you come baby ….” I looked up at him as he braced one arm on the wall in front of us.

“God yes….I want you to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock”

Running his fingers through the back of my hair as I unzipped his jeans. Pulling them down his thighs. I licked his length up and down through his boxers and I watched his stomach tighten…and so did his grip on my hair.

Freeing him from his boxers I just barely licked him from base to tip. Occasionally looking up at him as I licked him and down a couple more times until I decided to swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Shit…” His voice was husky and his chest was getting red.

I moved my mouth under the underside of the head and licked him up and down until he literally couldn’t take it anymore.

“(Y/N)” he said my name through clenched teeth. Yanking on the back of my hair when tighter and I just smirked up at him.

“Something wrong baby?” Batting my lashes like I had no clue.

“Stop fucking teasing me and just-” before he could even finish his thought I took him in my mouth fully until you hit the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck!” He breathed out in a winded breath slamming his other hand against the wall.

Gripping his ass tight, I bobbed my head up and down letting him hit the back of my throat every time….

Placing my hand at his base, using it to get to the places I couldn’t.

He started rolling his hips up into my mouth. As he ran his fingers through my hair. “Shit baby just like that…fuck its Sooo good…”

LIKE? THEN LIKE/HIT UP THE ASK AND MAYBE ILL CONTIUE IT (I DIDN’T WRITE A FULL THING FOR THIS YET)

Destiny Exotic Lore: Dragon’s Breath

Designed to provide the power of the sun itself to Guardians venturing into the dark caverns of the moon and given form when a team of Guardians running field tests stumbled upon a pre-Golden Age military aircraft factory, the Dragon’s Breath rocket launcher is the latest triumph of Victor Lomar and Fiezel Crux over the machinations of the Dark.


Technological:

The Dragon’s Breath launcher was designed to be a multipurpose, scorchingly devastating explosive weapon to be committed initially to the dark, cold caverns of the Hive’s moon burrows. The designers at Crux/Lomar deployed six test platforms in record time (a mere week from initial design to production). They decided to forgo all unnecessary powered equipment on the weapon in favor of diverting all power to the weapon’s fusion reactor that would insert a superheated, supersaturated plasma into a stasis field that would then be enclosed within the warhead, allowing the plasma to expand and burn for a few seconds on activation, creating the telltale “solar flare” of the rocket’s shells. These fields of solar energy would scorch everything trapped within beyond recognition. The heat reduction system was very effective at keeping the extreme temperatures of the fusion reactor within from burning the user, while at the same time warming the user’s surroundings enough to be hospitable at any realistic temperature, even deep within the Moon. A simple ironsight was all that was necessary for aiming and firing the weapon. The large firing chamber allowed for the containment and use of three shells. It proved very effective, but there was still something missing…


Lore:

Despite the record turnout time, the designers at Crux/Lomar simply couldn’t bring themselves to release the project fully. Something was missing, and that something was what Crux/Lomar was famous for: their signature style. Each launcher produced by Crux/Lomar always had a design that harkened back to the past. With Gjallarhorn, it was the heroism and terror of the Battle of Twilight Gap. With Truth, it was the opportunity and advancement of the Golden Age. What would it be with Dragon’s Breath? The designers put in charge simply couldn’t find any inspiration. Then, a report came back from the field testers sent out to the old North American Empire’s Pacific Northwest region: they had found a piece of truly ancient history. The images sent back to the Crux/Lomar design facilities contained many images of the perfectly preserved artifacts within. The one that stuck out to the designers was the one below:

The ancient aircraft, restored and analyzed by by the team’s Ghosts, was actually their method of distraction used to escape a Fallen walker that had ambushed them, cutting off their escape route. After generating fuel for the aircraft using Glimmer, it was turned into a flying bomb and sent roaring down the runway right into the tank, destroying it and allowing the pinned Guardians to escape. What caught the designers’ attention was the paint scheme on the front, which had struck so much fear into the hearts of the Fallen ambushers that they had all fled, thinking they had disturbed some sort of unknown creature. The Dragon’s Breath would now have a face. It would be a face that would strike fear into the hearts of many. Since its deployment only recently, it has racked up an impressive kill ratio. Notable users include Omar Agah of the Hidden, who burned his way through a sea of Thrall with it. Many have speculated about how the weapon would fare against the actual Dragons that were known to flock around the jungles of Venus during the Golden Age. Although hunting any of the few that remain there, roosting in the Vex Citadel, is strictly forbidden, many Guardians have tried unsuccessfully to lure one out in order to answer the illusive question.


Trivia:

  • The Vanguard designation for the weapon is XHeX-0001S

anonymous asked:

this one: Mamihlapinatapei MOMMMMM?

Mamihlapinatapei— the look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move

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This is the first time you’ve made eye contact all night.

Sure, you felt his eyes on you as you sauntered down the aisle, arm looped with a cousin’s that you’ve only met twice prior, and dainty hands clasped around your bouquet of roses. And yes, you did feel his gaze—the only one focused on you—as you stood to the side, red lips stretched into a wavering smile, your own eyes yearning to sneak a glance into the audience.

You didn’t. Of course you didn’t. You look and he wins.

Justin wins the moment you step onto the veranda, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries in one hand and red wine in the other. He’s on the phone, pacing to the left and right on the empty balcony, but falters upon hearing your footsteps. (Curse the six-inch platform heels your mother demanded.)

The corners of your lips quiver into what you think is a smile. It’s probably more of a grimace. “I’ll go,” you whisper, jutting your head in the direction of where you entered.

(It’s too cold outside anyway, you tell yourself.)

(Truth be told, it’s so warm you want to press the cool glass to the side of your face.)

“No, wait,” the singer interjects. He looks as if he’s about to move closer to you, but thinks better of it and stays where he is. “Scooter, I’ll call you back.”

In the few seconds it takes for Justin to pull the phone from his ear and end the call, you hope Scooter says something dire, something that Justin can’t ignore. He would find a way though—always off to do the impossible for you.

Someone ought to say something.

No one does.

Justin pockets his hands into his fitted trousers, rocks back on his dress shoes for a moment, and then turns his back on you to lean against the railing. A better opportunity to leave won’t arrive, you know this, and yet you inch forward anyway until you’re right beside him on the terrace’s edge. You blame the weather for the goosebumps that decorate your bare arms.

It’s crazy how fast the night air changes, huh?

Justin quips up after your third sip of wine. “So, you got over your fear of public speaking?”

The snort you release is habitual. You always laugh at everything he says. “Absolutely not. Did you not see me tear up?”

“Hey, it’s better than that time we were ten and you cried in the middle of—damn, what class was that?” His left eye squints as he attempts to recall something you’ve been dying to forget.

 

“I don’t remember. And neither do you,” you riposte. You point an index finger that had been wrapped around the stem of your wine glass at the boy beside you in jocular warning.

“English. It was English,” he laughs. The shoulders that look even broader underneath his tux quake as he tosses his head back. “ You did your book report on—”

“—Dorothy Dandridge, yes, I remember. Couldn’t even make it past the second sentence.”

How you’ve forbidden yourself from the simple pleasure of looking at him all night is beyond you. In this moment, where Justin is laughing, and his lips are stretched into a goofy, too wide smile, and there’s an honest to God sparkle in his eyes, it dawns on you that boys don’t get nearly enough credit for being beautiful. And it’s a damn shame.

“Well, let’s toast to you making it through your speech without Ms. Carmichael having to take you to the bathroom,” he teases.

A fond tug pulls on your pouty lips as you raise your glass mid-air to meet his. “And,” you continue after the both of you have pulled away, “a toast to the time we first became friends. If I hadn’t cried during that presentation, you never would’ve approached me in the schoolyard after months of staring me down everyday.”

Justin rolls his eyes at the memory. Everyone else tonight dulls in comparison to the way his lashes flutter. “I did not stare at you for months. You stared at me for months.”

He’s looking at you with a perched brow, awaiting some type of remark.

“Mamihlapinatapei.”

By the way Justin inches closer to you, you think he agrees.