porous is he

Swinging kisses (Jacob Frye X Reader)

how would jacob react to his girlfriend dipping him down and kissing him?


His steps were light and airy. Not at all what one would expect from the muscular man below you. “Come on out my little Rookie!” Jacob silently walked around the abandoned warehouse.


This morning, you two decided a day of fun was in order, and who could complain about a little game of hiding and seek? At least you could tell Evie you spent the day training. The place was dark and cold. Long evicted of people after Jacob liberated it. The machines had long since been shut off and now it was riddled with rats, bugs, and soggy wood. The air smelled like the rest of London, musky and thick with coal.


You giggled as you walked along the porous wooden rafters. He somehow didn’t know you were there until it creaked slightly from your weight. The noise, although slim, would surely catch Jacob’s attention. You needed to think of something. Fast. That is if you wanted to win this two-hour long game. Until you felt around your pockets to find a lonesome stone in it. Both of your smoke bombs were gone and you didn’t bother to stock up before the two of you left the train late in the morning.


Jacob noticed this and started walking slowly to where he could climb. His gentle laugh filling the vast and empty space, reverberating off of the walls in a golden hue. “I know where you are, Love. Might as well show yourself.” It was almost as if he was teasing you. His voice was as smug as his walk. But you still had a trick up your sleeve.


You tossed the pebble from your pocket in and underhand motion. The little noise it made was just enough to make his head and body turn as he tried to see what it was that made a thunk somewhere off in the distance. Your smirk was stretched across your face, feeling far too clever for your own good.


“Where is…” Jacob trailed off, his eye narrowing with focus. Not caring about the little noise you made from hanging by your hands. Right behind him. Your nose was just inches from the back of his head. His scent filled your nostrils. Jacob always smelled like coal and steel. Something that reminded you of the colour grey. Speaking of which, now that you looked closer, he was also getting some grey hairs among his brown head.


Jacob turned around abruptly, surprised until your lips found their way onto his. He kissed back and tried to dominate you. Jacob made you sway a little bit backwards as you still were only hanging down by your arms. In order to steady you, he gently grabbed your face. Making the kiss only deeper and more passionate. But, alas, you two finally had to catch your breath.


“Found you,” He whispered. The egotistical smirk he wore did things to you. It was infectious as one spread across your features.


“Sure you did,” You playfully added. Going in for another kiss. This time, however, he held you as you dropped into his arms. His leather jacket caressing you as he lovingly kissed you.

This will probably not actually be my final word on the subject, knowing me, but here goes -

the deal with Homestuck has always been that the barrier between fanwork and canon is porous.  He borrowed a lot from us over the years, and we, god knows, took a lot from him, but it goes beyond that - the Homestuck universe is set up in such a way that every comic, every sketch, every piece of writing anyone has ever done about the kids is something that might have happened, somewhere in paradox space.  (Ideally not actually in Paradox Space, but you get the idea.)

The upshot of this is that if you’re bummed that your favorite character didn’t get a satisfying ending, if they were left with loose plot points and motivations flapping in the breeze, or were literally dumped in a fridge, or whatever, there is probably something out there that fixes that problem.  Some fic, some AU, something.  And if there isn’t, you can make it yourself.

HS was a collaborative work from the beginning.  If we look at the text itself, it’s hard to see anything but a massive fuckup, but if we zoom out and take in everything that was created around it - well, it’s still a massive fuckup, but it is a fuckup of such fractal, unearthly beauty, of such inhuman size and unspeakable complexity, that a kind of dignity begins to emerge.  Let that fuckup be your guide.   And if you need something and are willing to dig long and deep enough in that malodorous pile, I guarantee you: there’s a pony in there somewhere.  A pony just for you.

incredible-introvert  asked:

WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE! SPONGBOB SQUAREPANT! IF NAUTICAL NONSENSE IS SOMETHING YOU WISH- SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! THEN DROP ON THE DECK AND FLOP LIKE A FISH! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! SPONGBOOOOOB SQUAREPAAAAAAAANNNNTS! -Vic

thank u, this is precisely what i needed xD ~k

6

Joel Schumacher once said to me: “There are two kinds of people — metallic people and porous people.” By metallic he means those who have a hard shell, who reflect and deflect, who do not allow anyone or anything within. They are outward thinking. By porous he means people who absorb, who observe and contemplate, who receive people and experience, who are inward thinking. Francis is mostly metallic. So is Claire, but she has a porous side too. The coffee shop, the graveyard, the homeless man — these are attempts to dramatize her porous side. To reveal a side of Claire that is not logical or easily explained. That is open to empathy, randomness, and sensuality. What makes her so intriguing is the tension between this porous side and her more unforgiving, metallic side. -Beau Willimon

BOW YOUR HEADS IN RESPECT

We must all bow our heads for the rat king. He fought many wars against the feebleminded, doltish humans and reigned victorious every time with courageous strength and wisdom. He was mighty and ferocious with charm like no other. His rivals constantly oozing envy from their porous brows. He gave his life and soul to the rats and rat supporters. He never let them down, for he was a stunning hero. Until one fateful day, when the humans fought back with their big stacks of coins and payed a giant army of dusty moth bitches to banish all of the rats from Alberta. They flew across the land, terrorists of the sky, and attacked at night like cowards. King rat tried his best, but there were too many of them, and they kept eating his woollen clothes and crown. King rat died 500 years ago on this day, when he leaped into the air and raised his sword to the evil moth queen. His blade gleaming like a beacon of hope, in a sky of crude helpless woe. He sliced the inside of her throat and stomach as he slid down her evil beefcake when she ate him whole. He may have died, but he avenged his people and payed honour to our kind. To this day, rats are still banned in Alberta Canada. Stop the racism, bring back the rats, bow your head in respect for the rat king.

-eva

Loreli( lorcan and elide) kiss scene from Lorcans POV

Since it seemed like no one else would do it I did it. I’m pretty sure my lorcan has more monologue that the original one but it kind of happened if i do another fanfic I’ll try to make it better. Critique is well received.

Lorcan was lying next to Elide using his own body as a wall, any threat that might come to their provisory camp would have to face him before getting to her, any threat would die at his hands before it could even touch a hair on her head. Lorcan was staring at the night sky as was Elide when a feral roar sounded in the distance. He could feel Elide go stiff next to him and he could smell her fear. When life slowly restated he murmured “Sleep, Elide”. She was still scared he knew that and he couldn’t exactly blame her, this night he wouldn’t sleep either. He was eager to get out of this place as soon as possible. “ What was that?” she asked after swallowing hard.“One of the beasts—either a mating call or territorial warning.” that the territorial warning could be meant for them he didn’t mentioned,she needed sleep and this wouldn’t improve his chances of convincing her to do so. “Tell me about her,” Elide whispered. “Your queen.”“I doubt it’ll help you sleep any better.” Meaves tale wasn’t exactly a goodnight story. He felt her eyes on him as she turned to look and him and asked “Will she truly kill you for what you’ve done?” he nodded. It was true Meave would kill him he had no doubt in this, his Queen wasn’t a forgiving person not like the girl lying next to him, they were nothing alike “Yet you risk it—for her sake.” a pause then “Do you love her?” Yes he loved her as far as a person like him could love someone, she saved him gave him a porous, and he felt attracted to her from the first moment. He looked at her trying to understand the reason for these questions “I have been in love with Maeve since I first laid eyes on her.” an honest answer even though he still wasn’t sure why.
“Are you—are you her lover?” “No. I offered once. She laughed at me for the insolence.” She laughed and then told him that she would never even consider taking a half-breed bastard to her bed.“So I have made myself invaluable in other ways.”
A roar sounded in the distance again, but Lorcan was to hypnotisied by her beautiful red lips parting like she wanted to ask him something. Turning her attention back to him she said “Perhaps she uses your love to her own advantage. Perhaps it’s in her best interest to drag you along. Maybe she’ll change her mind when you seem the most likely to … leave.” “I am blood-sworn to her. I will never leave.”
She looked hurt as she sharply said “Then she can rest assured knowing you’ll pine after her for eternity.” he didn’t understood where this interest in his love life came from but as she made to turn back to look at the sky again he stopped her on instinct holding her chin. Peering into her eyes trying to see across that carefully chosen expression he clarified “Do not make the mistake of believing me to be a romantic fool ( sounds like a lie to me but ok). I do not hold any shred of hope for her.” “Then that does not seem like love at all.”
“And what do you know of love?” he leaned in closer wanting to appreciate the sharp answer she would give him at it fullest. But instead her voice was calm, lovingly when she said “I think love should make you happy,” her expression turned distant,as if thinking about something of so long ago but still marvelously beautiful “It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.” But Lorcan wasn’t going to give up he wanted his sharp answer so he said fully intending to provoke her “Are you implying I am neither of those things?”
“I don’t think you even know what happiness is.”
He thought about it, he thought that fighting Maeves wars, bedding strangers and going on missions was being happy, but what did it mean that he had had more fun and felt more at ease with himself traveling with this Lady that he did with his sentinels or anyone else. “I do not mind … being around you.” an honest answer again, it was becoming an habit to give her what she asks for and what she doesn’t ask for.
“Is that a compliment?”
He smiled indeed it was a compliment and more. Suddenly she was reaching between them with trembling hand. She touched his lips an Lorcans world stopped. His heart stopped, his lungs went on strike and his mind followed their example. He didn’t knew what to think what to do, how to breath and all this caused by this woman in front of him. She traced the contours of his mouth, slowly. When her fingers reached the corner of his lips he turned his face, resting his cheek against her palm. She started to slowly brush her thumb over the plane of his cheekbone. Like this , like this he could sleep as if they were not surrounded by beast with her hands on him. Her hands on him, suddenly his thoughts went to how it would feel to have her hands all over him if on palm on his cheek could calm him and drive him insane and the same time. He forbid him self to explore those thoughts she was a lady and he was a walking dead male, they were not meant to be. “I would hide you. In Perranth. If you … if you do what you need to do, and need somewhere to go … You would have a place there. With me.” Her words ripped him out of his current state of mind, this girl was offering him a home and he wanted so badly to accept but… “I would be a dishonored male—it’d reflect poorly upon you.”
“If anyone thinks that, they would have no place in Perranth.”
He swallowed “Elide, you need to—” but before he could finish his statement she leaned forward and touched his lips with hers. If her hand on his lips had caused his world to stop, then her lips made it burn. He was trembling, trembling from restrain and mild anger. Why the heck hadn’t he ever felt like this in his 500 years of existence. Why had this girl so much power over him.“You don’t need to answer me now. Or ever. You could show up on my doorstep in ten years, and the offer would still stand. But there is a place for you, in Perranth—if you should ever need or wish for it.” she offered again. She was offering him something no one else ever did a home without condition without having to prove himself. He let his instincts take over and slowly leaned closer connecting his mouth with hers, he was expecting her to slap him,to say that she was a lady and he clearly beneath her status. she did nothing like it, so kissed one corner of her mouth then the other. He stroke her hair back and his hands patiently traveled along her body, over her hips her lips slightly touching her breast. It felt like a dream when she lifted her own hands to his face and dragged her fingers into his hair as she arched up into him his body went wild. She was beautiful, this was beautiful having her arch to him instead of screaming and looking down at him was something he never considered possible. Lorcan’s tongue brushed against the seam of her mouth, and Elide opened up for him. A deep groan sounded in his throat as his tongue came in contact with hers. Her softness against his hardness so perfect so delicious.His hips grinded against hers demanding more hoping for more, her own body undulate against his in answering his question with her own demand. He kissed her deeper at that request, a hand sliding down to grip her thigh, spreading her legs a bit wider so he could settle fully between her thin. And as his body lined up against her perfectly she was panting, she grounded herself against him, and lorcan grabbed her backside to help her reach her goal. Happy with that position Lorcan tore his mouth from hers and kissed her jaw, her neck, her ear. She was trembling—not with fear, but with want her realized. His lips started moving on breathing her name over and over onto her skin. He was begging, praying elide would not regret it he wanted her to like it and maybe even want more.She took his face in her hands, finding his eyes blazing, his breathing as ragged as her own. She ran a finger from his cheek to his torso, her finger like ice against his heated skin. Lorcan heart was racing in a wild pace that he never experienced before like it would just bust out of his chest, his hips drove into her, begging for something that he knew she would never give him. She lifted her head to kiss him, and as her mouth again met his, she whispered her answer—
His attention was dragged away from her body still trembling with want from something dragging on him begging for his attention.

  • radio host: alright iggy let us hear a free style
  • iggy: *sweats nervously*
  • iggy: Are you ready kids "Aye Aye Captain"
  • I Can't hear you "AYE AYE CAPTAIN"
  • Ohh...
  • Who lives in a pineapple under the sea
  • "Spongebob squarepants"
  • Absorbant and yellow and porous is he
  • "Spongebob Squarepants"
  • If nautical nonsense be something you wish
  • "Spongebob Squarepants"
  • Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish
  • "Spongebob Squarepants"
  • READY
  • Spongebob squarepants
  • Spongebob squarepants
  • Spongebob squarepants

anonymous asked:

Are you ready kids?
"Aye Aye Captain!!"
I can't hear you?!
"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!"
Ohh...!!
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
"SpongeBob SquarePants!"
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he
"SpongeBob SquarePants!"
If nautical nonsense be something you wish!
"Spongebob Squarepants!"
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!
"Spongebob Squarepants!"
READY?!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!

5sos pref: Singing in the shower

Ashton: “My old aches become new again, my old friends become exes again!” Ashton belts out, singing at the top of his lungs, with the sound of the shower in the background. While Ashton normally doesn’t sing that much onstage, when he’s in the shower he lets loose. You’re sitting outside of the bathroom door with Instagram video recording, trying your hardest not to laugh and let Ashton know you’re there, if he could even hear over his singing and the shower. The shower stops and you quickly upload the video, leaving no caption but tagging Ashton while running back to your spot on the couch. Ashton comes out a few minutes later and checks his phone, which is now blowing up with twitter mentions and Instagram comments. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what you’ve done and he looks up at you with narrowed eyes. “You bitch,” he says, pouncing on you and starting to tickle you.

Calum: “And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet.” The boys had gone out to the studio to record and you had decided to take a nice long shower, and make an impromptu performance. You were using your shampoo bottle as a microphone and singing at the top of your lungs. You sung around the boys all the time, but normally tried to make your voice sound good, whereas now you were just trying to be the loudest you could be. After finishing the song, you turn off the shower only to hear clapping and whooping coming from the other side of the door. You wrap the towel around you and peek through the crack in the door to see all the boys standing outside the bathroom and trying their hardest not to laugh.

Michael (his pov): The boys and I had gone out to a party leaving (Y/N) behind because she didn’t feel so well, but it was full of stuck up people that we didn’t know so we left early. We were just stepping into the house, trying to be quiet because (Y/N) had a headache earlier, when Luke suddenly stopped. “Keep going, what’s wrong?” I hissed, shoving him forward. He only held up a finger and we all stopped and listened. At first I couldn’t hear anything but then I heard faint singing coming from upstairs. “Ring out the bells again, like we did when spring began, wake me up when september ends.” The lyrics to one of my favorite songs come floating down the stairs. “Is that (Y/N)?” Ashton asks with big eyes. We all run up the stairs as quietly as we can to see (Y/N) sitting on our bed with her back to us, headphones in, singing. Her voice is the prettiest I’ve ever heard, and I wonder why she doesn’t sing more. She suddenly turns around, her eyes big and surprised, and embarrassed. Cal slowly starts clapping, awe written all over his face and the rest of us join in, (Y/N) blushing furiously.

Luke: The boys were coming over to your flat for a sleepover and you had gone to pick them up, returning to find that Luke was in the shower. You walked into the house, only to start laughing when you recognized the lyrics to the song that he was singing. “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob squarepants! Absorbans and yellow and porous is he, Spongebob squarepants!” Luke sings loudly, the bathroom echoing his singing. You and the rest of the boys are having laughing fits and rolling around on the floor outside the bathroom when he steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist. When he realizes that you guys have heard him singing, his face flushes bright red and he ducks his head and runs to your shared room with you and the boys’ laughter ringing behind him.

A/N: I was laughing so hard while writing luke’s! enjoy!

anonymous asked:

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