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Antique Persian Rug - circa 1970s / 64 x 41 / 192cm x 126cm This is a beautiful dark red worn Persian rug. It is a great size that works well for a medium area rug underneath a coffee table or in a wider hallway. It features 5 geometric medallions in its design and has intricate interlocking hook shapes along the boarder. The rug is a deep red color that will really ground a room. It has low pile and is hand knotted. No holes, light wear from age / use. This rug is from the 19… Interior Design Home

Rose-Red City as Old as Time

This is my entry for the prompt: Out of Place for the the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon organized by the @thebookjumper.  Set after 5x23.  Thanks to @candykizzes24 for the amazing edit and to @missyriver and @nalla-madness for reading and encouraging.. I hope you like it!

The camel jostled back and forth, and Felicity was having a hard time dealing with the swinging motion.  After the first hour, her body was still not becoming one with the large animal underneath her, the rocking gesticulation was making her nauseous.

Scanning the narrow path that is the Siq, she noted that their caravan was now walking in a fissure made up of continuous walls of pink layered rock formations separating two tectonic plates; Felicity felt dwarfed and very claustrophobic.

Her gaze wandered to her right, meeting intense blue eyes.  It was ridiculous how good Oliver looked sitting astride his camel.  He just totally fit within the element. Watching him in his khakis and white Bedouin head cover was like seeing her own version of Rick O’Connell ready to conquer the desert. His golden tan, and the way his hands held the reins, his body one with his ride, you would think he grew up in this part of the world.

Felicity giggled, there were no mummies or secret treasures on this adventure, Petra was a city carved from rose rock under sea level, eternal, beautiful and alone, it offered the perfect solitude their crazy life was lacking!

Being in the heart of Wadi Rum, she never thought she would feel more out of place, the desert reminded her of Vegas.  The worn rocks on either side were reminiscent of the Grand Canyon and the incessant sun and heat was just as scorching.

“How much more?” she asked the little guide who held the reins of her camel.

“One hour!” he replied in a heavy accented English.

After their impromptu wedding, they decided to continue their world tour for their honeymoon.  Felicity wanted to see Petra, and the Red Sea; and although she had read the brochures she had no idea how much tourism websites failed to address how extraneous the journey was, as what they considered part of the mystery.  Apparently, after a four-hour car ride, they had to ride horses for two hours just to get to the entrance of the treasury, which was where Indiana Jones had filmed the last crusade, then it was camels for two hours more to reach the museum, then there was a trek up 365 steps to reach sea level so she can see the infamous split between the two continents of Asia and Africa and the promised Red Sea. As much as Felicity was looking forward to sight seeing, she was dreading this gigantic effort in the midst of summer heat.  Maybe this was a bad idea after all!

Felicity was flushed, even with her straw hat, tied under her chin with a wispy scarf, she had to admit she was wilting!

“How are you holding up?” Oliver asked

“Oh, you know, other than hot sweaty and soaking wet, I am completely fine!”

Oliver met her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow,

Realizing how that sounded, she was about to take it back with a massive babble, when the path opened to a great plaza and the caravan stopped.  It seems they were to pass some inspection point by the local authorities.

Two police officers with visible side arms approached them asking for their passports.  After scanning Oliver’s passport, the officer glanced up meeting what Felicity classified as the Green Arrow glare, then whispered something to his companion in Arabic.  “We need you to come with us,” they told Oliver.

“Is something wrong officer?” the officers exchanged looks,

“Would you please step down from your camel?”

Oliver and Felicity exchanged looks, Felicity was starting to get concerned. Oliver stepped down and stood towering over the officers who placed their hands over their weapons in response to his threatening stance.  Felicity was seriously worried now, this was no time to play the Green Arrow, they were unarmed and Olivers bow and arrows were safely tucked in their duffle bags strapped to the camels, plus did Oliver really want to cause an international incident at a famous world tourist site?

She motioned to the boy to bring down her camel.  As the camel squatted down, Felicity squealed.  “Oh sorry, I don’t know how anyone can get used to this” The officers were frowning now.

The officers looked at Olivers passport again, “Please calm down Mrs. Queen”  “We are just doing our jobs, please don’t resist this arrest”

“Arrest”? Oliver glowered, “On what basis?”

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Every time I’m driving home from somewhere far away I go through Pennsylvania, and there’s this one old factory building by the road right outside of Harrisburg - the kind of building that’s brick red and low to the ground with a wall of gridded windows. The windows are always dark, dusty, and some are even broken. But one of those many windows is painted over in a beautifully rich blue, and another on the other side is painted over in a bright green. I smile every time I see it.

“Too young.”

requested by anon:… I modified it a bit… don’t kill me… I was… on the herb

    “(y/n), I… don’t know what to say. I’m just… too old for you. You have living to do, you don’t want to have to deal with me. You’re too young.”

That exact response from when you practically poured your entire days, nights, afternoons of thinking about him, of trying to figure out, how this could be. You had been an agent of SHIELD since you were nineteen. You’ve known Tony since SHIELD got a hold of him, and since then, you’ve both grew. And you became apart of the Avengers. You know that him and Pepper are on break, but you had to tell him, or it would’ve ate your stomach alive and worked its way to your heart.

      Now, you didn’t say much when Tony practically called you out for being a love-struck baby; and you haven’t had to deal with much anger issues for awhile. But this




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Four Sword Middle School AU! This post was inspired by Ask-Ravio-Stuff’s HS AU! Note: This combines several Zelda Universes.

“Please! This has to stop!”

That voice…was definitely not the voice of a kid. Red, the poor child in tears now, pushed his hands onto the pavement, wincing as the raw skin rubbed against the dirt floor. He turned to look over his shoulder, able to make out the form of a…rabbit man?

“Begging your pardon little guy,” the rabbit said, looking over his shoulder at the boy on the floor. “I hope you don’t mind if I intervene. But…you…well, you looked like you needed some help.”

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You're Grinding in the Club and Things Get Heated (Muke)

Ryquested: You know it :D

A/N: I know it was 4/4 request but it got hella long so i’m spliting it in two, I love you though!

Luke: For your birthday you had convinced Luke to go clubbing with you. Since he was finally 18, he had no problem getting in. What you had a problem with though, was the heard of girls throwing themselves at your boyfriend. Having had enough of just standing at the bar you decided it was time to dance. 

Wanting to enjoy your birthday with you Luke, you walked through the group of girls and flung your arms around his neck, pulling him close enough to whisper in his ear. What you didn’t expect was him pushing you away enough to apologize to his fans and smile at you before you managed to say anything. Scoffing at his actions, you walked back to the bar and began drinking. 

After a few shots you were tipsy enough to not care about Luke with the other girls and waltzed right up to him, dragged him to center of the dance floor and immediately pressed your body into his.  Smirking to yourself when his hands found your waist, you spun around and ground your butt into his crotch. Hearing the low groan come from his lips you quickly spun around once more and attached your lips to his neck.

Realizing what was soon to come, Luke led you out of the club and hailed a cab to take you two back to his apartment. Once the two of you walked in the door, you were pressed against the wall and being wiggled out of your dress. 

“Whats the matter Lucas?” You asked pushing him back, removing his top and throwing it towards his bedroom. “Its not like you’ve never seen me naked before” You said jumping up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his naked torso. 

“Fuck (Y/N) I want you so bad.” He mumbled into your neck shuffling towards the couch and pulling you down on him. Straddling his waist now, you took control.

“You have me babe.” You whispered in his ear, unbuckling his jeans. Luke shimmied them down his thighs along with his boxers so his hard on  flipped up onto his toned stomach. Kissing him hard you began grinding your hips into his in order to get some sort of friction. His arms reached around your back and unhooked your bra, letting it fall off your arms before attaching his lips to your chest.

Removing your panties you hovered over his length. Kissing him one more time before you lowered yourself onto him. Both of you let out such intense moans. Bouncing up and slamming yourself down on to him, Luke let out profanities. Swirling your hips in a clockwise motion was the last straw before he was coming undone beneath you. Riding out his high had you pushed over the edge and cumming too. 

Whispering sweet nothings to each other you got off the couch and went into the shower to have more fun ;)

Michael: The club music was bumping loud and the alcohol was rushing through your system. You didn’t have a care in the world and you had no reason to. Looking to your friend, you noticed she was hardcore flirting with some blond guy. You motioned that you were going to dance, nodding at her confirmation that she saw, you walked off.

Making your way thorough the sweaty bodies you felt yourself loosen up. Moments later your back was pressed against somebody’s chest, your hips swaying to the music, and his lips pressed to your neck. Pushing your body into his harder each time, you smirked when he let out a low growl.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me don’t you?” He growled into your ear.

“I know exactly what I’d rather be doing to you.” You seductively said, taking his hands from your hips and running them up your body. As soon as your hands stopped wandering you were being pulled into the restroom and pushed against the door.

Smirking, you attached your lips with the strangers before you and ran your hands through his black and red hair. Letting out a low moan when he ground his hips into yours.

“Jump” he instructed. You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist. Squeezing your ass, he walked you over to the sinks, his lips never leaving yours. He sat you down, attached his lips to your neck and let his hands wander over your body. You threw your head back, giving him more room before his hands slipped up the bottom of your dress. 

Pushing your panties to the side, he chuckled at how wet you already were before pushing two fingers inside you. Instantly his fingers started moving in a ‘come hither’ motion causing you to moan out.

“Oh god.” you said, eyes shut tight, mouth agape. He could feel your walls tighten against his fingers, smirking, he pulled away. Your eyes shot open and stared hard at him.

“You’re not coming until I’m inside you.” He spoke before grabbing a condom from his back pocket and unbuckling his pants. Pushing himself inside you he moaned, screwing his eyes shut. 

“Oh fuck,” You began, his thrusts leaving you speachless.

“Michael. My name is Michael.” he said picking up his pace.

“Michael, fuck!” You said tightening your legs around him reaching your high, biting his shoulder in hopes to keep your moans muffled. Soon after you, Michael was coming undone. Chuckling at each other once your clothes had been fixed. 

“(Y/N)” You said, sticking your hand out for him to shake. Taking your hand, he kissed it. 

“I’m so drunk right now, but I definitely want to do that again.” He said handing you his phone to put your number in.

voltron, shiro/keith // the night before kerberos

He’s shedding up the night sky, and awake, awake, he’s a Molotov cocktail against the denim-blue midnight; he wears it tight and close, close as he keeps his prayers to no one, his solitude.

Under his hands, he feels his engine teeter on the precipice of go, and go again, faster. Kicks things up another gear with a reckless flick of his wrist. This, this hits the spot, sweeter than honey and coffee and a hot summer’s dream, and he soars, swoops low to skim the ground where the red cliffs are watching.

When he comes in to land, Shiro’s waiting.

“Hey,” he says.

“How long have you been there?” asks Keith, without preamble. His bike’s still burning, and he knows it’ll scorch the ground if he lets it all the way down. So he leaves it where it is, hovering, but for Shiro’s sake, he dims the headlights.

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more shenanigans for our ramfreewood au!
you can pretty much entirely thank beren for this one because she was drunkenly playing guitar hero to avoid uni things and kept texting pretty ideas at me

comes with really fucking great art from her as well!

“I think it sounds like fun.” Geoff shrugged with a lazy smile directed at Ryan’s uncertain frown.

They were huddled together on the couch, Ryan balancing a laptop on his knees with Geoff and Gavin cuddling up to his sides. Gavin had hooked his chin on Ryan’s right shoulder, staring intently at the screen while Geoff was leaning into the arm Ryan had thrown over the back of the couch, his hand idly playing with the short hair at Geoff’s nape.

Geoff and Ryan had recently managed to secure two weeks vacation time for the same spot in July. Gavin had a three-day-shoot in England in the middle of that time, so the plan was to travel to the UK together, see London, visit Gav’s family, visit the shoot when Gavin would be working on it and just generally do some sight-seeing. Then the younger man had come up with the idea of visiting a festival during their vacation and for the first time in their planning session, Ryan’s face had settled into a frown.

“Come on, Ry. Bruce Springsteen’s gonna be there,” Gavin tried to convince him.


“Everybody knows any decent summer festival has Bruce Springsteen. That’s like a rule of thumb, innit?” Gavin asked.

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I’m really trying to get back into writing so I’m going to be writing these one-shots every day till I can get back. I hope you guys enjoy this one It was a lot of fun to write. 

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Your hair was stained red with blood and your body sank low into the ground like a headstone. Nothing felt real. Everything felt as if it was a dream and that you were having a nightmare. 

You never meant to lose him so suddenly. 

Your life was hard but that didn’t mean that it was anything less than loved. every memory was still yours. Every decision was still made. Now all there was to do was wait. to see how long it would take for the grim reaper to come and take what was theirs. 

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Chapter 12 is here! 

Fandom: Arrow

Pairings: Felicity Smoak/Oliver Queen/Tommy Merlyn, all the permutations thereof

Rated: Explicit

Summary:  There’s nothing Oliver Queen won’t do to change his sister’s fate. Living his life under the thumb of his mob-boss mother, he’s sacrificed his soul for the Family name. To protect his sister’s innocence, he travels to Russia to enlist the help of Felicity Smoak. With her by his side, and long-time friend and past-lover Tommy Merlyn at his back, Oliver will seek to dismantle the criminal empire that has plagued his city, and maybe rediscover love along the way.

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Excerpt: The pair of them got attention from the moment they stepped out of Oliver’s car. Oliver in his beat-up jeans, the collar of his jacket turned up, and Tommy in his clean-cut suit. They were well known figures in Starling City. He knew, objectively, they made quite a picture. On a normal morning, heads might turn. On this morning, when Felicity had just leaked the information about his disinheritance from the Merlyn Global fortune, they were already a topic of conversation. And no one, he was sure, expected him to be out and about in public today.

It was a ploy. It was all set up by Tommy and Felicity and Oliver; they were counting on people reacting like this, but it still got Tommy’s neck hair up. Fuck them, he thought. Fuck their morbid, sick fascination with his family drama and fuck the entire world.

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