rain like the sound of trains

aesthetics for the signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

cancer: the colour blue, grocery shopping, holding hands, love confessions, cherry blossoms, sexual tension, making bad decisions, motorcycles, coffee shops, cotton candy, spicy food, sweet talking your way out of things.

leo: long eyelashes, dimples, the feeling of freedom, dancing without a care in the world, buying clothes without looking at the price, lattes, face masks, sharp eyeliner, waterfalls, smirking, making people jealous, blankets fresh out of the dryer.

virgo: campfires, stargazing, old books, rainy days, modern buildings, a steamed up mirror, the rooftop of a building, breathless laughter, the glow of your phone at night, dipping your feet into a swimming pool, a shy kiss on the cheek, glittery eyeshadow.

libra: having someone play with your hair, flirty texts, the colour pink, red roses, high heels, long hair blowing in the wind, hands on your thighs, scented candles, being complimented, kissing someone you like for the first time.

scorpio: spending all your money on concert tickets, bruised lips, getting drunk for the first time, pressed flowers, glitter, polaroids, red lipstick, laughing at 2am, whispering secrets, piercings, making eye contact with someone you like.

sagittarius: an adrenaline rush, ignoring texts, knee high socks, smashing a window, staying out until 5am, freckles, stickers, the colour yellow, cursive writing, museums, laughing at silly jokes, discussing conspiracy theories.

capricorn: city skylines, chocolate, red wine, being pampered, lace bras, silk robes, bubble baths, smelling flowers, bubblegum, piano music, rose petals on silk sheets, expensive perfume, driving down an empty highway at 3am.

aquarius: coloured hair, hot chocolate, a field of flowers, taking long showers, smiling until your cheeks hurt, drinking with friends, the sound of a movie quietly playing in the background as you fall asleep.

pisces: hickeys, ripped denim jackets, bumble bees, rain gently pattering against your window as you try to fall asleep, fluffy clouds, receipts, sunsets, biting your lips, messy eyeliner, discovering new places, scented candles.

Some cute romantic-cliché questions :)
  • Coffee Shop: How do you take your coffee?
  • Train Station: Where do you want to travel?
  • Picnic in the Park: Do you enjoy people watching?
  • Kiss Under the Rain: What sounds help you sleep?
  • Butterflies: What unique thing would you/do you enjoy in a partner?
  • Snow Angels: What's your favorite kind of weather?
  • Bed & Breakfast: What do you like to do on Tuesdays?
  • Kiss at the Door: When you hold hands, do you interlock fingers? Swing your arms?
  • Bowling: Do you laugh loudly or giggle more?
  • Chocolates: What's your favorite kind of sweet thing?
  • Roses: Do you blush easily?
  • Cheesy Pick-Up Lines: Are you more of a comic or a romantic?
  • Candlelight: What romantic cliché do you wish for most?
That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”

“Why?”

“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.

“How?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”

“Derek”

“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”

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Disclaimer: Persons in the images used are not necessarily as the story describes do not reflect their character or sexuality. They are a mere depiction of each character’s features. However if there is a problem, please write me and they will be replaced by similar entities

© I. Black 2017

Aesthetics For The Signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

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just some great things in animal crossing

-the obvious one: running in a giant dream flower patch that isnt yours and absolutely destroying all the flowers while gigglng

-the little sound and animation when you complete initiatives

-also: that sound he CAT machine makes when it has meow coupons for you

-when you help out a villager and they get so happy that they walk around singing

-the music when it rains or snows

-shrunk’s dance (AKA the Shrunk Funk Shuffle)

-when you make an expression and a villager does it with you

-whenever it rains and everyone has umbrellas catered to their personalities

-the frogs not having umbrellas because they like water

-the sound and animation when you plant something

-when trains randomly roll by

-walking into a conversation between villagers

-playing hide n seek

-twirling umbrellas

-villagers giving you nicknames

-villagers giving you random items

-blowing dandelions away

-the balloons and ice cream you get from the HHA

-when villagers get clothing and immediately change

-doing a backflip when you change clothes, complete with sparkles

-the little victory dance your avatar does when you pay off your loan or complete a holiday game

-the pine trees getting lights during winter

-”rumors” being spread about you (some rumors include: green thumb, fashionista, and town hero)

-villagers that have moved out visiting

-finding villagers that live in your town at a dream address and the villagers recognize you

-luna counting sheep to send you to a dream address

-playing grocery store with kappn’s daughter

-town themes and flags

-running past the butterflies at the museum and having them fly all around you

-when you play an instrument and randomized notes play every time you hit it

-villagers clapping for you after you play an instrument

-getting pictures from villagers

-making a wish when shooting stars pass

-the games you play with campers

-the custom outfits other players make and share

-sitting on rocks

-sitting on benches with villagers

~feel free to add more!!~

the day my best friend got drunk – lit her whole arm
on fire with a can of axe & some matches and jumped off
the roof – she kept talking about this documentary she’d seen about birds. 

i said yeah i feel like that too sometimes, sometimes i feel like that
too. like we’re all looking
for meaning in something, like i could have died & you could have died
but we didn’t and now we’re here 
sitting on my bedroom floor talking about poetry.

the summer after sophomore year i wrote down
everything i liked about a girl and she wrote a poem about two girls
jumping in front of an underground train. like they didn’t want to die, she said,
just look into each other’s eyes
a little bit longer. i said i think i know what you mean, i think i really do,
especially when it starts to rain
and her eyes look so big under the led tube lights. especially when the train
sounds a little bit like thunder and i want it to be thunder
because i really want to kiss someone while the sky makes a lot of noise.

i want to watch the sunrise from the grass by the freedom parkway
overpass. i want it to be like some kind of movie
where two people in love watch the sunrise, like one day we’ll talk about
all the things that make us sad instead of just alluding
to them. like all the trains in the world could collide and we wouldn’t
hear a thing. i think this is the first time i’ve been glad to be from 
where i’m from. i think i’m gonna take a lot of photographs
and bring them back to massachusetts. i think i’m gonna
project them onto a wall and say look
at this cool city & look at all these places i thought of you before i knew you. 

My Favorite Parts of the Nerdist Podcast

Idk, but I think out of all the interviews the nerdist podcast (w/Tom) is one of my favorites because:

  • Tom started the interview talking about Tessa
  • The way his voice gets high when he goes yEaH!
  • Tom vocalizing his criminal tendencies if he ever got Spidey powers
  • ‘I’d definitely rob a bank. First thing I’d do is go straight to the bank and rob it’
  • Talking about LSB
  • ‘I hope no one expected the fish nets’
  • ‘That’s a ‘stupid choice why would you do singing in the rain’ - Tom mimicking the audience
  • Tom still in shock over being in Spider-Man and how it hasn’t even hit him yet
  • He said bubbles like five times in a row and I love it
  • ‘Oh fuck! The movie is coming out!’
  • ‘What the fuck’ but the way he says fuck raises like three pitches
  • ‘I am not well trained’ 
  • ‘What does our accent sound like to your ears’ - The American interviewer 
  • ‘Work, my job’ Then his little laugh ahhh
  • ‘Yeeeaaaahhhhh’ - when the interviewer mentions he’s turning twenty-one
  • The guy asks him about his dad and what it’s like being a son of a comedian
  • ‘There was too many jokes about me and I’m like- but I was like - You dick! That’s - what are you- *scoffs* ~Talking about the first time he saw his dad’s gig
  • ‘I am fucking hilarious’
  • ‘You look like a tit
  • ‘I try to freestyle all the time in the car. I’m so bad, I’m like road sign! Yeah! I’m driving! I’m rapping!’
  • Tom talking about how he wants to be in some really good comedies
  • ‘We train actors motherfucker’
  • Deepening his voice ‘oh I’m so fucking handsome
  • Just Tom and his self love
  • Talking about how it’s easy for Instagram to allow us to project fake versions of ourselves ‘I like to try to keep my Instagram lively and let people know that I’m a bit of an idiot and a goofball’
  • ‘But sometimes I am guilty of being like dAYUM I look good today’
  • ‘I am on Snapchat, but I can’t stand Snapchat. It’s the most annoying thing ever…’
  • mimicking a generic snap ‘Oh I’m eating cereal’ ‘Oh I don’t give a shit’ -Tom

Tom Holland’s Snapchat is PRIVATE so let’s stop asking

  • ‘I love driving. I loooooovvvveeee driving. I absolutely love driving.’
  • ‘You cocky little shit’ Tom goes imitating his dad during a golf match 
  • *Story time about his golf society*
  • ‘My dad is the youngest person in the thing and then me so there’s quite a gap between all the people I play golf with’
  • ‘I’m playing with this guy, Ronnie…’ starts talking with an old man voice ‘so Tom, what sort of movies have you been making recently?’
  • ‘Oh actually I’ve just done this film called Civil War’ - Tom
  • “Oh I loved! The civil war era’ -Tom imitating Ronnie w/ old man voice again

Goes to Montreal for Chaos Walking PREP then off to do more Spider-Man press THEN he’ll go BACK to Montreal to shoot Chaos Walking

  • Some Uncharted details 👀
  • ‘My big thing about actors is you can’t take yourself seriously, you have such- It’s not a serious job! A heart surgeon, a brain surgeon, a politician… well maybe not a politician anymore’
  • ‘If I pretended to be serious, that would be so stupid. I dress up in red and blue tights everyday and pretend to be a superhero. That’s the most stupid thing I ever heard, so if I took myself seriously you’d just kinda lose perspective of what it is you’re doing and stuff… I just lie for a living!’
  • ‘There isn’t enough credit that goes to people like surgeons, and engineers, and architects and people with a real skill… yeah I’ll just stick to my fishnets
  • Recommends Primal Fear
  • ‘Edward Norton in that movie is incredible, even if for the last two days I’ve been confused and telling everyone it’s Ed Sheeran… Like what! Can’t! he! Do!’
  • They just fancasted (using the term loosely) Ed Sheeran as red hulk, ‘Ginger hulk!’
  • Talking about Shutter island and defending it cos ‘It’s a dope movie’
  • Tom is trying (again loosely) to write his own film, ‘Trademarked Tom Holland don’t try to fucking steal my idea!’ AHAHAHA ‘I’m planning to make it in the next twenty years so back off
  • Tom talking about the writing process, but he also really wants to direct in the future
  • Talking about how print interviews don’t understand sarcasm
  • ‘I have stood in a thong, in front of laser beams so many fucking times
  • Tom geeking out over their Spider-Man parody on That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars

And that’s what you missed on Glee

House Aesthetics
  • Tag which house you are in the tags!
  • Hufflepuff: rosemary, having someone play with your hair, smiling at babies, fields full of sunflowers, chamomile tea, landscape paintings, film cameras, scrapbooks, tea lights, vinyl records, writing letters, big sweaters, lazy Sunday mornings, playing tag, bubble baths, summer, wandering through cobblestone streets, goodnight kisses, going for an afternoon bike ride, scraped knees, horseback riding, running to hug someone after not seeing them for a long while, freckles, climbing trees, disney movie marathons
  • Ravenclaw: stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal
  • Slytherin: evergreen forests, sage, big dogs, spring, the stories behind scars, archery, fairy lights, staring at the moon, secrets kept between best friends, horoscopes, going on adventures, mountains, rainy mornings, love at first sight, rivers, fog, holding someone while they cry, piano, long train rides, pencil drawings, silver, castles, blushing when you make eye contact with someone you like, lace, sleeping in, pine scented candles, climbing into bed after a long day, writing stories, the start of friendships
  • Gryffindor: crackling fireplaces, brownies, singing with friends, big scarves, nutmeg, hot chocolate, museums, sculpting, playing guitar, autumn, birthmarks, brown eyes, love notes, polaroids, lockets, roasting marshmallows, vanilla tea, tight hugs, small cabins deep in the woods, homemade gifts, poetry, cuddling, big blankets, getting lost in your thoughts, home being people rather than places, the first day back at school, reminiscing, putting photographs up on a wall, pinky promises

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about Tywin Lannister telling Tommen that to be a good king, you have to listen to your advisors? Yes, he said it to make sure Tommen would listen to him the way Joffrey didn't, but it's also a stab at Daenerys. She NEVER listens to her "advisors"

Absolutely!! 

Honestly, this whole scene is perfect in displaying just how not great of a ruler D is. Even the points Tywin says aren’t necessary for a ruler, D lacks thoroughly:

Tywin: I think so as well; you have the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king, hmm? What is a good king’s single most important quality?

Tommen: Holiness?

Tywin: Baelor the Blessed was holy and pious. He built this sept. He also named a six-year-old boy High Septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful.

D is not holy. She keeps to no faith and has no regard for the faith of others; for instance, she resists learning about Meereenese culture and religion or that of Westeros and its many kingdoms. 

In fact, her only connection to a faith of any kind is the Lord of Light and that is only because she believes herself to be the Prince(ss) That Was Promised, which Melisandre didn’t even say she was. She immediately assumed on her own. 

Also, there is another connection, ie. Tyrion asked the Red Priestess Kinvara at Meereen to preach about D and make it known that she is a ruler and leader and not an invader and conqueror because the distinction needed to be heard since most of the people of Meereen, including the freed slaves, were questioning the benevolence of this great Dragon Queen. And that’s kind of the kicker, isn’t it? D doesn’t believe in a faith because she believes herself to be a god. 

“… Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In D*enerys Targaryen.” - D

The people aren’t her subjects; she is their ‘mhysa’ so they are her children and she can do as she wills. 

Tommen: Justice?

Tywin: A good king must be just. Orys the First was just; everyone applauded his reforms, nobles and commoners alike, but he wasn’t just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him, to abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?

D knows nothing of true justice. She crucified the Great Masters at Meereen despite the fact that not all of them were guilty of the crimes she’s condemning them for. In fact, Hizdahr zo Loraq says so in fact that his father tried to stop them from crucifying those children, that he spoke out against it, but D didn’t care.

“I will fight injustice with justice.” - D

But for D, ‘justice’ equals revenge. This isn’t true justice. That’s not how the law works, not even in those times. She crucified those masters because she could and because it made those who would dare oppose her fearful of retaliation. 

Tommen: No. What about strength?

Tywin: Yes, strength. King Robert was strong; he won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty. And he attended three Small Council meetings in seventeen years of ruling, and he spent his time whoring, hunting and drinking until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him and a man who thinks winning and ruling are the same thing. What do they all lack?

I’ll give D this. She has strength. She has a Dothraki army, the Unsullied and her dragons. But her strength also comes with a huge price. 

The Dothraki’s culture is to pillage, rape and take slaves. She invites them to a foreign land they know nothing of nor of the culture and religion and people. She tells them to help her burn the tin men and stone cities, but these are also the tin men and stone cities she wishes to rule over. How will she manage to rule over these new subjects when the Dothraki are on Westeros? Where will they live? Is she to subdue their entire culture and way of life? 

The Unsullied have only ever known war and violence. They were brought up this way, tortured and abused as children to be fearless, but as we’ve seen in Grey Worm, they also have feelings and yearnings. How will D provide for them after the war? Yes, every ruler has an army at their back, but each of those people is an individual with families and lives outside of the army as well. We’ve seen this with the Lannister’s army; we’ve seen this with the North, who are all still broken in some ways after losing friends and family in Robb’s war. The Unsullied may not be able to have families, but they can fall in love. D, however, uses them exactly as if they’re slaves. 

I mean it’s telling that she never went to Astapor to free slaves; she did it to buy slaves. 

And her dragons… They are the equivalent weapons of mass destruction; however, unlike the nuclear arms race which is actually the deterrent for mass nuclear war in our world today, no one else has the capability of creating more dragons. Even when not used in a war capacity, those dragons are dangerous to everyone. They burnt a little girl. 

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children Letting them roam free around a city was a problem.” - Jorah

Her strength comes at a great price for the people of Westeros. In fact, her strength is actually a hindrance in her capability to rule successfully in this country because the people are so frightened of the Dothraki, the Unsullied and her dragons. They don’t want her here. They’d rather Cersei of all people to D. 

Tommen: Wisdom?

Tywin: Yes!

Tommen: Wisdom is what makes a good king.

Tywin: Yes. But what is wisdom? A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which is not? Any experience of treasuries and granaries? Or shipyards and soldiers?

Tommen: No.

Tywin: Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t. You’re young. A wise young king listens to his councilors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards. Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, he’d probably still be alive.

Wisdom, according to Tywin, is the most important quality a ruler can have, above holiness, strength and justice, so even if D had neither but had wisdom, she could learn to incorporate the rest in a successful way. But this is actually where D fails the most. 

She is young, inexperienced at ruling and completely unknowledgeable to the cities she conquers. She knows nothing of Yunkai or Meereen or even Westeros; she knows only how to conquer through fire and blood. And when it comes to actually ruling a place, she refuses to listen to her advisors. 

She does for some time in Meereen, tries to be diplomatic, but in the end, it’s too slow, it doesn’t work and she ends the conflict with fire and blood. This is what the Meereenese Knot was talking about. D had strived in the beginning to save the lives of the innocent, to be their liberator and their ‘mhysa’, but when that proves too difficult and too slow, her patience runs thin and she realises she much prefers war to the politics. 

But this becomes even clearer in S7. Tyrion advises to take it slow, to make the people of Westeros trust her first and to not use the Dothraki, Unsullied or her dragons. He advises her not to burn down the Red Keep and she tries to listen, but when that proves too slow and she faces setbacks, she decides to take things into her own hands. 

The Loot Train Attack was a catastrophe. D may have come out victorious, but not in the eyes of the people of Westeros. Even if the Lannister army was not seen as great and just by the Seven Kingdoms, the horror of that day would’ve more than made the people sympathise with the Lannisters over D. Think about it… Fire raining from the sky, burning through flesh and bones like it was nothing, the sound of a screeching dragon in the air, while a foreign army comes in, slicing through people like nothing. They’ll be thinking if D can do that to one of the strongest armies in Westeros, what would she do to the smallfolk? What would her dragons do to their lands? And the Dothrakis? 

Not to mention, D’s inability to listen to her advisors also led her in an impulsive move to completely obliterate all of the food in the Reach, essentially sentencing thousands upon thousands of civilians to starvation through the Winter. It’s her inability to understand the places she conquers as well; otherwise, she would know how utterly vital food is in a time like this, especially with two wars going on. 

This is not a wise ruler. And even Daario knew it. He told her she is a conqueror, not a ruler. 

But the final nail in D’s proverbial coffin is another great quote from Tywin:

“Any man who must say, ‘I am the King’, is no true king.”

D and her millions of titles and constant assertions that she is the only queen and the rightful ruler to the Iron Throne basically proves that she is no true queen at all.

Basically, you’re right, Anonny. Tywin knew what was up. 

Shut Up and Listen (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Plot: Reader just loved the rain

A/N: Hey guys feel free to request if you’d like! Enjoy!!!

Warnings: Pietro is kinda annoying, a curse word or two, mentions of sex

Tagged! @lilasiannerd

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


On rainy days, the base felt more like a home. It was an unspoken rule that rainy days were off days and meant for just lounging around. Initially the rain meant team bonding, but then Tony would be in California, Clint at the farm, and everyone on random missions. 

You liked these rainy days, no one really tried to be annoying or extra loud, because everyone just collectively loved rainy days.

You took to the second floor living room area, sat at the base of one huge window with a warm, comfy blanket, some ear buds and your phone, sometimes a book, and a cup for tea that was always magically refilled just the way you liked it. Maybe not magic, Vision took it upon himself to be your tea man and really just attend to the needs of other avengers who also decided to have a nice day in.

You found yourself at the window a nice little comfy spot with blankets and pillows thrown on the floor so you would’t get a sore butt, on your third cup of tea that day, just watching the rain drops race down the window and listening to the sounds outside. 

“What is everyone doing? Do we not have training today?” Pietro called out after running into the common area.

“You can train if you’d like.” Natasha answered from her spot on the couch as she read her book.

“We need to keep our bodies moving, so our bodies do not get used to being lazy!” Pietro exclaimed.

“Pietro, shut the hell up man. Leave us alone!” Sam groaned from the kitchen where he was cooking up a family recipe.

Pietro looked to you to maybe agree with him, but he found you staring out the window intently. He felt so frustrated that no one was doing anything, training would be tough tomorrow, he just felt like he needed to help.

“Wanda!” He whined before he sped off to her room.

“I am in the middle of my movie brother, this better be important.” Wanda sighed.

“You too? Come train with me, get active!” Pietro tried.

“Maybe if you be quiet and stop annoying everybody, you and (Y/N) can get active later.” Wanda responded right before her door shut in his face.

“(Y/N), please, just come spar with me for 15 minutes, please.” Pietro begged you.

“No, Pietro, just sit down, shut up and listen to the rain. Be calm.” You ordered.

He sat down hesitantly right beside you and just stared out the window. He found it very relaxing after a while. He didn’t like watching the rain drops race like you did, he liked watching the branches dip from the rain and he greatly enjoyed the sound.

You both sat there for hours, at first you both sat separately, then he reached for your hand. A couple hours later it was you laying your head on his shoulder, that involved some light conversation, a couple giggles here and there, and a lot of tiny pecks and kisses. 

You were both not that affectionate believe it or not, you were both so busy and always on missions it seemed. When you were both together at the compound and had downtime though, it was little things. Cuddling while the tv or a movie was on, hand holding when you walked to the kitchen or as you ate together, and of course, lots of sex at night, but nobody really saw that.

Before you were both ready to call it a night, your head was rested in his lap, his fingers running through your hair. The rain drops were no longer visible so you just sat and stared at each other lovingly while the heavy rain kept going outside.

“Soup and biscuits are ready! Cookies and cake will be out soon.” Sam called out.

Everyone made their way over to the kitchen, happily taking the food and mentally thanking Sam’s mom for the recipes.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bucky asked.

“I told everybody.” Sam shrugged.

While in front of the window, you and Pietro were immersed in each other. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him down occasionally for a deep kiss.

“I love you, Pietro.” You smiled up at him.

“I love you too, my love.” Pietro smiled as he pressed yet another kiss to your lips.

Sam caught the moment, motioning for the team to come over and watch Pietro being quiet and you both loving up on each other.

“That’s adorable.” Bucky whispered.

“Shit! That’s hot!” Sam yelled as Vision accidentally spilled soup on him.

Both you and Pietro stood up quickly, looking for the source of the noise, both relaxing when you saw that it was just your nosey friends.

“Dinner’s ready whenever you guys are.” Bruce smiled.

Warmth - Seungcheol [57]

57. “There’s enough room for the both of us.”
Word Count: 1524
A/N: I had four different plots for this but I liked this one the best!!! I hope you guys like this too!! Thank you for this anonie ♡♡ (I really wanted asks for the 100 ways to say I love you prompts) I reblogged it and it says drabbles but I won’t make them drabbles!!! Sorry for that ㅠㅠ -Clar


Originally posted by choiseungchcol

You were stuck at the school library working on the papers your groupmates were supposed to complete. Grumbling, you crumple a few of them and shove them into your bag to dispose of them later. “Stupid,” you muttered under your breath, “they don’t do anything. And if they do, I can’t even use it because of how terribly done it is.” You had several essays to complete in a few hours before you had to turn it in; sleeping wasn’t an option right now.

Halfway through the first one, light showers of rain hitting the ground created a lovely monotonous sound that disrupted your train of thought. Barely managing to finish, you moved onto the next paper not long after. It gradually grew louder and louder after every paper you completed. Soon, you couldn’t think straight at all. The rain roared, filling your ears. It sounded like the roof was about to break. You decided to give up on the final paper and suffer the loss of a few points. Leaving before it started flooding was much more important than the grades of your group; you couldn’t care less about them anymore.

After packing up, you made your way to the main door of the library. Aside from the small space underneath the protruding roof on top of the entrance, everything was dark as rain continued to fall. You gulped, how were you going to get through this alive? Running was out of the question. It was hard to see with all this rain, plus the moon hardly helped. You might slip or get hit by a car. Either way, you’d probably die like that and no one would find you until the rain had stopped. Not a lot of people go out on walks in a dreaded storm like this at three in the morning after all.

As you were in the middle of standing there with absolutely no plans of moving due to your lack of an umbrella, you saw the opposite half of the door move. You turned to your right and met pretty brown eyes hidden behind long lashes. You spent a moment admiring the person’s eyes before you recognized who they belonged to. “Seungcheol?” you did not bother to hide the surprise in your voice, “why are you here so late?” He runs fingers through his hair, yawning as he replies, “same as you. Got a shitty group and had to do all the work.”

“It’s raining really hard,” he remarks, watching the rain through the glass door as he stood beside you. “You might need this,” an umbrella nudged your arm. You reluctantly took it, asking him if this was his spare. He smiles and gives you a small shrug before pulling his jacket over his head, “be careful out there.”

Seungcheol opened the door and the ice cold breeze blew in. As it touched your skin you shivered and took a step back, rubbing your hands together to keep warm, “wait, Seungcheol.” He was out the door by then, shoving his hands into his pockets as he marched on and into the thick sheet of rain. One step outside and your teeth were already chattering. The wind blew ferociously and you struggled to stand straight. You could see his bright red jacket from where you were and you hurriedly opened the umbrella to chase after him. “Seungcheol!” you hollered. The storm was far too loud for him to hear you over it and thus your words were drowned out. Catching up to him was the only way and so you did. You ran and ran, almost slipping several times due to your poor choice of footwear during this season.

It was cold. It was wet. It was dark. As the skies continued to cry out, he took his time and walked at a leisurely pace. He was getting sick anyways, so he might as well be careful with his step instead. Water seeped into his sneakers and he grew colder by the second. The water beating down on him stung a bit, making him he stop in his tracks.

It was so cold.

The faint red spot that you saw grew bigger with every step, it finally stopped moving. “Seungcheol!” you called out to him. He didn’t turn around. You make your way to him and cover him with the umbrella, “there’s enough room for the both of us.” He looks at you and laughs in relief, “I didn’t expect you to chase me all the way here,” he looks away for a moment, “but thank you.”

He let out a sigh, walking at your pace with a smile on his face. The breeze was still strong and stone cold as the two of you continued wallking. Seungcheol rubs his hands, blowing hot air into them to try and ease the stinging pain. “(Y/n),” he saw you shiver as much as he did, “do you mind if I hold your hand?” Wanting his body heat to warm you up, you agree. He placed his ice cold hand on top of yours and your cheeks started tingling. It was warm, you couldn’t help but smile as the bitter frost that numbed your fingers melted away. His hand on yours felt odd as skin contact was a foreign thing to you. You weren’t really one for affection or anything of that sort; but you liked his touch. It was probably because you were colder than ice at this point but nevertheless, it was a calming warmth. His other hand found its way to the yours, intertwining your fingers with his. He then pulled you closer until your arms were touching. The both of you eventually stopped shivering.

“How far is your house?” he struck up a converstion. You told him it was a long way from here. He replied with a nod, “well my house is right around the corner.” Upon hearing that, you silently wished you were already home. Despite having the umbrella, you were wet; not as wet as you would be if you didn’t have one but you were still wet. Your neck and legs were sore from all the typing and running you’ve done today. In short, you were exhausted. While you daydreamed about your warm bed and soft pillows, Seungcheol stayed silent as he thought about something.

“Hey do you want to sleep over?” Seungcheol suddenly asked. You gave him a look and he instantly shakes his head, “it’s nothing like that I swear. My house is just really near and you look tired.” He had such a sweet smile as he said it you decided that the boy didn’t really mean any harm. “It sounds like a good idea,” you return his smile.

In less than a few minutes you were at his doorstep, watching him pick out the right key. Once he opened the door and invited you in and kept the umbrella. You found a nice spot on the couch to sit on. From your point of view, you could see the entirety of his house. It seemed a little bare.

“Do you live alone?” you asked him, tapping the edge of the couch with your fingers. He nods and opens the door to what seemed to be his bedroom, “I’m gonna look for clothes you can borrow. Are you okay with loose shirts?” It was sweet that he cared about that. You laughed, “anything is fine.” He comes out of the room not long after in shorts and a shirt, he had a similar pair in his hands as he offered it to you. “There’s another bathroom over there,” he points to the door on the right. You immediately stand up and run to the bathroom, not wasting a second more in your uncomfortable, wet clothes.

His shirt was soft and you enjoyed being dry; it put you in a good mood. You peeked into Seungcheol’s room and found him all bundled up. The blanket that was wrapped around him had stars and moons all over it, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hm? (Y/n)?” he groaned, eyes still closed. “Where do I sleep?” you asked him, eyeing the whole place again only to find two other doors, “is it the door next to the guest bathroom?”

“Come here,” he says, “I turned the guest room into a storage room recently.” Seungcheol apologizes for it and tells you to bear with it for just one night, “the rain will stop soon.” You reluctantly close the door, caution painted all over your face. He watches you and laughs, “come on, there’s enough room for the both of us.”

He was incredibly warm; it wasn’t a scorching type of heat that radiated from him but a more loving one. It was gentle, and it reminded you of your cozy blanket at home and the soft pillows your head would rest upon. His arms slithered around you and he pulled you closer. You looked at him and a smile graced his sleeping face, “good night.”

This was the first time you’ve ever enjoyed anyone’s warmth.

Rainy Season (Akira Kurusu x Reader)

Word Count: 1,407

Another job well done, Joker. All that’s left is to wait.
(Fic inspired by @akirakurusuimagines post over here! Unlike that, though, this is pure fluff. You’ve been disclaimered.)

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Thunderstorm - Derek Hale

A/N: This one was requested by @ jamieunsworth13. This was my first attempt at a Derek smut. I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you guys think. Love, J xx

Prompt: The sexual tension between you and Derek become so unbearable that the pack hatches a plan to get you guys alone.

Word Count: 1,297

Warning: Scruff. Smut. And more smut.

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Safe Zone

I’m sitting at my writing desk, listening to hurricane force winds whip around outside our house. We’re fortunate; we haven’t lost electricity, the structural integrity of our house is intact and we haven’t experienced any flooding. However given that what remains of the eyewall of Hurricane Irma is passing over our town, there was no way I could get any sleep, so I decided to write an Everlark ficlet. It went a long way towards distracting me from Irma’s wrath. It’s unbeta’d so please forget any mistakes you find.

Safe Zone

Everlark Drabble

Rated T, attempt at humor

“We should pack a bag, just in case.”

Peeta looked up from the book he was reading, hoping to distract himself from the gusts of wind and rain pounding against their house. “What for?”

Katniss paced, waving her hands with every word she spoke. “In case we have to evacuate.”

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His eyes (Dean Winchester x Reader)

His eyes

Summary: Unexpected visit leads to a small revelation.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (mentioned)

Setting: End of season 12

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language,

Word count: 3,375

Notes: Written for #SPNDivas challenge held by @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid I picked “All I want to do is make love to you” by Heart for my song.

Tag’s: If you wish to be taken off or put on let me know with an ask or message. 

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @fandommaniacx @supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl@ruprecht0420 @aprofoundbondwithdean @oneshoeshort

 

Dark road, rain beating down on the windshield, wipers going ninety to nothing to keep the water from blocking your view and the man you’ve known almost all your life sits next to you. Glancing every few minutes towards a brooding and soaking wet Dean Winchester. “Wanna talk about what’s eating you up over there and why exactly you had me pick you up in the pouring rain?”

A grunt is what you get back his eyes focused much like yours on the front windshield and the driving rain. Had it not been decades of knowing him you would’ve thought he’s angry at you rather than brooding in his own juices about God knows what.

“Something’s happened to Sam? Cas?” you venture to guess praying both men are alive and relatively unharmed.

“Fine,” is the only answer he gives eyes still trained on the road as silence envelops your car like a dark shroud.

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the eyes to pull me in (lucaya)

basically i wrote this for secret santa and i thought it could use a repost ;) also, if you read this, shoot me an ask and lmk if i should change my url to trahgedy or not!!

It was never supposed to get that far. Lucas and Maya, together. Before that night, they could maintain the tremulous balance, so close to toppling. No one was supposed to get hurt. No one was ever supposed to acknowledge that they did get hurt. If it wasn’t for the rain and the stupid, stupid bus, then things would probably have worked out alright for just a bit longer.  But it was just Maya Hart’s luck to get caught in a thunderstorm.

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anonymous asked:

What would the UF Main 4 do if they saw their S/O get in a physical fight with a anti-monster supporter and win?

Underfell-Sans:

damn, sweetheart. He didn’t really give a fuck about what that chucklehead had to say, much less their opinion on something they obviously knew very little about. But then you stepped up, sleeves rolled & eyes blazing, & next thing he knew the fucker was on the ground, their nose pouring with blood like a faucet. He’s impressed, proud, & kind of amused. Good job, babe, now let’s get out of here before the cops show up.

Underfell-Papyrus:

Seeing you defend his honor has his SOUL pounding. He was more than capable of defending himself, surely, & was at first kind of annoyed that you interrupted what was obviously a battle meant for him. But then you took the assailant down with a single (ridiculously impressive) roundhouse kick to the head, & all of his anger melted away into awe. Stars, you are a blessing. He insists you train with him after that…for reasons.

Underfell-Undyne:

They insult her first, which she can ignore. But then they turn their attention to you, & she’s ready to throw the fuck down. Too bad you’re already in front of them, pinning them to the ground as you rain down punches on their chest & face. Jesus, that’s hot. & also kind of scary. Mostly hot, though. She eventually has to pry you off them, screaming compliments all the way as she sprints away from the scene as the sound of sirens chase after you.

Underfell-Alphys:

She’s shy, & the words sting like hell. All she wants is to hide behind you, baring her teeth from a distance & muttering insults that she knows they can’t hear. Turns out you have other ideas, because you punch them directly in the gut. Then bring your knee up to meet their face when they crumple over. She’s stuttering, nearly shell-shocked at the display of violence, but also very, very appreciative. Ohmygod!!! That was incredible!! She sticks closer to you after that, happy to know that when she’s in trouble, she’ll have you at her side.

Birmingham (Prinxiety)

Title: Birmingham

Pairing: Roman x Virgil

Warnings: father leaving

Based on: Birmingham by Mikey Wax

A/N: Human AU

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Virgil cringed when he hit the cold, slush-covered ground after being thrown out from the train. The slush rubbed against his cheek and he quickly wiped it off. He looked back at the man who had threw him off. He was about to turn around when Virgil called out.

“Wait! Please! I don’t even know where I am!” he cried.

“You’re in Birmingham,” the man said. “Oh, and here’s your book.” He threw the book Virgil had been reading on the train next to where Virgil was lying. The slush dampened the pages. The sound of the train door shutting harshly directed Virgil’s attention back to the train. He watched helplessly as it left him behind.

Virgil grabbed his book and shoved it back into his bag, then stood up. He headed towards what seemed to be a bunch of shops. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he was being pulled there by an invisible force.

He walked along the different shops, pulling his hood over his head as it began to rain. Suddenly, he felt someone grab his wrist. He turned around to see the most handsome boy he’d ever seen with tears streaming down his face and his eyes closed.

“Please, don’t leave! I need you. I’m sorry for all that I’ve done but–” he began, but Virgil cut him off.

“I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for,” he said. The boy opened his eyes and turned red.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he said. “I thought you were– it was too good to be true. Sorry for bothering you.” He turned to leave.

“Wait!” Virgil called out. The boy turned to him again. “I really need help right now. I’m lost and alone and home is in a different state and I have no way to get there.” The boy smiled warmly.

“Come with me,” he said grabbing Virgil’s hand once again and leading him away from the shops. “I’m Roman by the way.” They came upon a small house. It wasn’t in the best condition. The shutters were broken. The steps looked like they would collapse under a feather, and the roof probably had quite few leaks. Nevertheless, Virgil gladly stepped inside. Anything was better than staying outside in the freezing cold.

The porch creaked loudly when Roman stepped on it, alarming Virgil, but Roman assured him that it was sturdy despite how it looked. Virgil stepped on, silently praying that Roman was right in his claim.

Stepping inside was like stepping into a whole other world. The inside of the house didn’t look even remotely as bad as the outside. It was warm and welcoming with a slight smell of old books filling the air.

“You can put your shoes over here and your jacket up there,” Roman said pointing to a shoe rack and a coat hanger. “I’ll be right back.” Virgil took off his shoes and coat and set down his bag. Roman came back with two towels in his hands. He handed one to Virgil, who used it to dry off.

Roman led him to a room that took Virgil’s breath away and also explained the book smell. It was a rather large room with two large bookshelves, a fireplace across from the bookshelves, and two very comfotable looking chairs facing the fireplace.

“I’ll go heat up some hot chocolate,” Roman said. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

Virgil wandered over to the bookshelves. He carefully pulled out a book and ran my fingers over the cover and down the spine. I could see a path where my finger was as the dust on the book was brushed off. I opened the book and flipped through the pages. The book was in excellent condition. He closed it and put it back.

Next, he walked over to the fireplace, which had quite a few pictures on it. Virgil reached up and took one down. It was of a boy posing with what he assumed were his mother and father. The boy looked young, no older than ten years old. He stared at it curiously.

“That’s the last photograph of my father before he left,” Roman said suddenly from behind him. Virgil jumped, almost dropping the picture. He quickly put it back and turned to Roman.

“S-sorry!” he said nervously. Roman laughed.

“It’s fine,” he assured him, walking over and handing him a mug of hot chocolate. “Please, take a seat.” Virgil carefully walked over to a chair and sat down, trying his best not to spill his hot chocolate.

“So, where are you trying to get to?” Roman asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know actually,” Virgil admitted. “I’ve been running from my life. I really don’t want to go back but it looks like I don’t have much of a choice. I have no where else to go. It’ll be tough but it’ll be better than living in the streets. And this is assuming I can actually get home.”

“I can get you home,” Roman said. “I can just sell this ring and it’ll be enough.” He pulled out an engagement box and opened it, revealing a ring. “I worked so hard for this, but it looks like I have no one to give it to anymore.”

“Oh, no, I can’t let you do that,” Virgil said.

“Then stay with me,” Roman said suddenly. He seemed surprised by his own words, but didn’t take it back.

“Wh-what?”

“Stay with me,” he repeated. “I know it sounds crazy, but there’s just something about you that’s telling me to not let you go.”

Virgil smirked and said, “It’s not that crazy. Especially considering that there’s something about you that’s telling me not to leave.”

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The Music I Can Give You - Part 3

Summary:  Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time.

Word Count: 760 ( I know it’s small but I’ll update the next chapter sooner to make up for it!)

Warnings: None. Some self-doubt.

A/N: This chapter is really small but I couldn’t add it anywhere it seemed to fit. I’ll post Part 4 sooner to make up for it! Feedback is appreciated and loved as always!!

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

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The time has come for me to post my very first something that should resemble a masterpost ever. After more than half a year. Go me. Anyways, I am one of those people who like to study with sound, but not always with music. So here’s a little list of my favorite ambient study sounds on YouTube that I listen to while studying. Enjoy!


Most relaxing rain on tent ever (X)

Rain on tent (X)

Rain on tent 2 (X)

Waterfall and birds singing (X)

Busy cafe with lots of inaudible talking (X)

Mildly busy cafe (chatting, coffee machine, music) Really good 360 sound (X)

Thunder and heavy rain (X)

Hogwarts train (X)

Hogwarts train 2 (chatting, quill scratching) (X)


Disclaimer: none of these videos are mine :)