rock on top of another rock

Dance With The Devil
Immortal Technique
Dance With The Devil

warning: this song is pretty graphic

to fully understand the story of the song

read the lyrics below while you listen

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation ‘cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw.”
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I’m telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflicted
And you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever


Originally posted by juptern

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 670

Warnings: Panic Attack, Angst

Anon Requested

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait, I will try my best to get more fics out, i’ve just been really overwhelmed and anxious lately. Love you guys.


You and Jughead were walking home together like normal. He usually walked you home so that you wouldn’t be alone. You never were very outspoken, never blended in very well with other kids your age. You considered Jughead your only friend.

Your mom was out of town for the week, but that was nothing strange. Her job always had her flying out to different places. As you approached your driveway, you quickly checked the mailbox and were surprised by the abundance of letters stashed inside. You grabbed them and invited Jughead inside for a bit.

Your backpack found its way on the floor as the pile of mail in your arms became scattered over the counter. You stacked them neatly and started to go through them as Jughead helped himself to any snacks in the pantry. “Junk, ads, mom stuff, junk, no we don’t need a new internet service, junk, junk, ads, hey what’s this.” You held out a crisp, white, official looking, letter addressed to your mom. You were about to put it in your mom’s stack when you saw the sender’s address. It was from the state prison.

Your eyes furrowed with worry as you made the decision to open it. Jughead sat next to you with two freshly made sandwiches as he watched your eyes dart from side to side across the letter. He took a bite as he observed you reading. As soon as you finished reading your jaw dropped in shock as the letter fell out of your hands. You started shaking as you stared blankly ahead of you.

Jughead noticed the change and dropped his now forgotten, half-eaten, sandwich and was immediately at your side. “y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked as you just kept muttering to yourself, “He’s out.” Over and over again. “Come on.” Jughead said as he led you over to the couch and sat you down.

You just kept muttering to yourself the same phrase, not being able to fully comprehend what was on the letter. “Hey y/n, listen to me aright. Focus on my voice. Ok? It’s Jughead. Can you hear me?” your hands were shaking rapidly as your eyes finally darted to meet his clear blue ones. “y/n?” he gripped your hands in his nimble ones in an attempt to steady you. He rubbed circles into them as he tried to get you to focus on him.

“Hey, shh. You’re alright. No one’s gonna hurt you, I’m right here for you. It’s ok.” As if being brought out of a trance the shaking and mumbling stopped. You looked up at him as your e/c eyes watered before collapsing into him.

You sobbed as your tears stained his shirt. But he didn’t care. He rocked you against his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you calmed down. You hiccupped as the sobbing finally ceased. He soon stopped rocking you but made no move to remove you from his chest.

He sighed softly as you sat there listening to his steady heartbeat. “I’m scared Juggy.” You finally said. He ran his hand up and down your arm soothingly. “Of what?” he asked. You let out another shaky breath. “My dad, he’s getting out of jail.” Jughead somehow pulled you in closer after you said that.

He placed a brief kiss on the top of your head as he held you protectively. “I’m sorry. I know, after what he did… He deserves to be locked up, forever. But I’ll make a promise to you right now.” You sat up and looked him in the eye. “I will protect you. Even if he steps 20 feet near you, he’s toast.” You giggled slightly. Of course you’d use food as an analogy.” He grinned.  

Your head founds its way back on his chest as he embraced you again. “I’m being serious though. I’ll always be there for you” You smiled as a single tear escaped your eye before snuggling even closer to him, showing him just how much he meant to you.


Jughead Tag List: @casismyguardianangel @lazyimaginewriter @carmineofmidgard @captainsuperfangirl @tegan-eva @mikymouse1999 @hannsipannsi

Forevers Tag List: @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @bananakid42 @itstenafterfour @riverdaleaesthetic @stephyra17 @deanackles67 @jokerspuddinlove

Winner: Harry Styles. The former boyband heartthrob is heading in a new direction, and his solo endeavour is better than anyone could have hoped.

While his former One D bandmates launched their own solo careers over the past year, fans wildly speculated when the fan favorite member would make his own music. And what that music would even sound like. Zayn went the breathy, sexy pop route. Adorable Niall Horan went the opposite direction with his acoustic ballad This Town.

Styles’ dark and personal Sign of the Times, an indie rock/classic rock ballad, was an instant hit, earning the No. 1 slot on the Billboard + Twitter Top Tracks. But nothing secures a budding solo career quite like an appearance on Saturday Night Live.

The singer was quick to jump into sketches (a lot of musical guests don’t), and took on two characters between his set.

Styles fully committed to his impression of Mick Jagger on a Celebrity Family Feud sketch with a time travelling twist.

Styles as Jagger poked fun at himself, joking, “Solo? Why would anyone in a successful band go solo? That’s insane.”

In another sketch, Styles stole the show as a Rebel prisoner offering music advice to a group of Union soldiers converting a traditional war song into a pop banger. Please note that Styles’ beard falls off, but he handles it like a pro.

And while that’s all plenty enough reason to swoon over Styles, it was his recent interview with Rolling Stone that has everyone talking. Styles shared a lot about her personal life (yes, his relationship with Taylor Swift comes up) his family and how the self-titled debut album came to be. But most importantly, Styles defended his loyal teen girl fans, shutting down this idea that “good music” can only be determined by older men.

“Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music - short for popular, right? - have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy? That’s not up to you to say. Music is something that’s always changing. There’s no goal posts. Young girls like the Beatles. You gonna tell me they’re not serious? How can you say young girls don’t get it? They’re our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. Teenage-girl fans - they don’t lie. If they like you, they’re there. They don’t act ‘too cool.’ They like you, and they tell you. Which is sick.”

Slow clap.

I’ve Never Been Good With Timing

Star Wars (The Prequels) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi + Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: Violence

Request: “Omg, Star Wars imagine (prequels) where the reader and Obi-One have feelings for each other but they don’t know that the other likes them and in the middle of battle, y/n saves Obi-One and they kiss while being shot at and stuff. Also I love ur blog so much ❤️” - Anon

Word Count: 1,049

A/N: Oh my gosh this is such a Pirates in the Caribbean moment (if you know what I mean) !! Thank you so much lovely, I hope you enjoy !

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Dwayne Johnson - Pillows...really?

Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson - he’s away filming a movie and you haven’t seen him in a while then he comes home really early one morning and surprises you with lots of fluff and a bit of implied smut. 

Request for - Anon

Warnings - Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count - 909 Words.

Originally posted by lovedwaynejohnson

Just as you sat down with your late night hot cocoa to watch re-runs of Gossip Girl your phone pinged as you received a text from your Husband of 4 years; the same adorable goodnight message you got from him every night as he was just starting his day on the other side of America. The text jogged your memory towards the calendar that hung in your kitchen and reminded you that you hadn’t placed your daily cross on it yet.

You placed down your cocoa and made your way to kitchen, you sighed grabbing the ‘Dwayne Johnson’ pen from the holder in the calendar (yes, he has his own pens) and signed a cross on day 33 out of 56. You sighed sadly placing the pen back; still just over 3 weeks left of sitting all alone in this ginormous house doing nothing but making sure you don’t kill your husbands beloved indoor plants, watching shitty shows and babysitting Hobbs (our frenchie - who in some respect was company but he preferred the company of his luxury doggy bed as opposed to mine)

I shook my head and chuckled, making my way back to the huge ‘L’ shaped sofa centred in the large room, i grabbed my drink off of the pristine looking glass coffee table and began to layer several of the about 30 pillows that adorned yours and Dwayne’s custom made sofa. 

You were about a third of the way through your 5th episode of Gossip Girl (at 2:30 in morning), hot drink long forgotten and your fort of pillows had somehow increased into a castle. Your eyelids started to droop as you felt fatigue lay it’s heavy and overbearing presence upon them, your weakened arms began to slowly remove the pillows surrounding your body; when all of a sudden your heard the signature beeping of your security device - instantly alerting you that there was someone trying to enter your home.

Fear rushed through your body and eliminated any form of drowsiness. You threw all of the pillows off of your frame and crouched down with them behind the bottom half of the ‘L’ shape of the sofa. The beating of your heart began to rapidly increase as you heard the heavy footsteps of boot covered feet stomp against your marble flooring. You could sense the presence of a figure standing a few feet away from the end of the sofa and you panicked; beginning to launch whatever was first available - which just so happened to be a fusillade of pillows. 

You arms propelled like miniature windmills as you pelted the ‘intruder’ with this barrage of pillows, you were throwing the for what felt like forever until you heard a deep chuckle reverberate throughout the emptiness of the large house. You poked your head up from behind the sofa as you instantly recognised that infectious, you slowly rose from behind the couch to see the large stature of your husband standing in the doorway; a flood of pillows laying at his feet. 

“Well nice to see you too babygirl” he laughed dropping his bag in the door way and enveloping your small frame in his as your threw you self at him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just savoured every single second of the passionate embrace.

“Dwayne! What the fuck are you doing here! I thought you were some crazy axe murderer trying to get in our house” you rambled, swatting his chest playfully. Your husband raised his signature eyebrow at you and stood you in front of him with a look of questioning plastered upon his face. “What? you questioned 

“You thought there was an axe murderer in the house and you weapon of choice, was pillows…” he questioned you satirically a huge grin spreading across his face. You pursed your lips and blushed as he now raised both eyebrows; clearly expectant of some sort of reasoning.

“I just panicked not shut up” you groaned, cuddling back into his muscular arms and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He simply chuckled at you and placed his arms round your waist which you knew was a sign for you to jump up, you did as he had initiated and he began to carry you to the huge master bedroom of yours and his house. 

He gently set you down on the edge of the king size bed; the dark satin sheets delicately crinkling under your presence. Dwayne gently began to place lustful kissed down the sides of your neck right down to your collarbone, you blushed profusely; a rouged scarlet tone gracing the apples of your cheeks as he began to move further south slowly rubbing one of your smooth, sun kissed legs and placing heated kisses on the insides of your thighs. A small moan escaped your lips, you were just desperate to feel the touch of the man you love, after a gruelling five weeks without it. 

You giggled and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he rose from between your thighs and scooted you both to the top of the luxury bed. You placed your lips on his as he began to undress you, slowly removing your top, all he did was wink at you before returning to his previous spot between your legs.

Although you hated it when he left, damn was the reunion sex was fucking amazing, and almost worth it.

Tag List: @m-a-t-91

A/N: Hey guys another slightly smuttier imagine, i actually really enjoyed writing this one! Hope you like it ~ Moxxii

harsh light of day

Saskia and Jaal are rocked, literally, back into reality. Jaalmance, pre-relationship (ao3 link to full work, chronicle of a soul adrift)
previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

The first thing Saskia knew, crawling out of a hazy half-sleep that clung to her like a comforting fog, was that her hip hurt. A lot.

The second was that something warm and rumbling was wrapped around her, and that she was very, very reluctant to leave its embrace.

A soft buzzing sounded somewhere behind her head, and she frowned, burrowing deeper into the shifting mass. Her face brushed rough fabric, the sensation incongruous next to the heat she lay caged inside. The smell of something floral and deep, a bit like… patchouli, filled her nostrils, special, precious, for some reason.

Her eyelids slanted open, soft blue light making her wince as her sight adjusted. And then her world was a lovely, star-flecked pink.

It took her all of two seconds to realize that she was less than an inch away from Jaal’s face.

She froze, eyes shooting wide as her heart lurched to wakefulness.

Jaal’s face. Hands. Arms. Body, less than an inch away.

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Summary: The book was wrinkled and faded, withered from use. Dan just wanted to sleep. Fluff.

A/N: During this I kept thinking of that one Papa John’s commercial where it’s with the alien and it was like “Round. Like home.”

Warnings: Nothing, really, just nightmares, nothing violent tho

Word Count: 1,636

      Brown eyes stared at blank curtains, eyelids nearly falling, but shooting back up again. His hands clutched tighter at the book he had been trying to read for the past hour; The cover was wrinkled and torn. The pages were dark and stained and the letters had doodles and annotations in the margins. Arms aching, he sat the book down in his lap, carefully marking the page with one hand while he struggled to bring out his phone and start to type, the brightness stinging his already bloodshot eyes.

To “Philly”: cant sleep

There wasn’t a reply, just one at the door as it softly opened and closed, a figure holding a pillow making its way in. Its footsteps were silent.


“Yeah?” There was a dip in the bed, and the younger boy caught a glimpse of a pale face with far too pretty eyes.

“Where are you at?” He pulled the book into his hands, reading the title and smiling at the curly script of It’s Not Home, and flipping to the page Dan had been holding.

“Second paragraph, third sentence,”

Phil swallowed, holding the book above him so that Dan could read along as well.

For the winding willows and the scent of the dying flowers in that back garden reminded Angelica of home, for it was home; She missed the longing look of her sister at the boy next door, she missed the way her father’s hands would crinkle the newspaper, and her mother would be sewing on the floor, legs crossed beneath her dress, even though there was a chair behind her…

Then Dan was back, four years ago, when he was shorter and his eyes didn’t have the crinkles of smiles; He was back in Phil’s guest bedroom, he was back to the fear racing in his heart at the shadows that weren’t there. The bed was creaky and his hands were fidgeting underneath the blanket, and he slid out of the quilts, sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes darting around the room, debating himself. After a few minutes of internal bickering, Dan slid out of the room and down the hall.

Phil’s bedroom door opened slowly, and the older sat up, looking at the boy in front of him, hair curly and gut twisting.

“Can I sleep in here? Sorry, I just couldn’t-”

“Of course,” Phil smiled, pulling the book closer to his chest, and pulled back the covers so that Dan could slide in. His heart raced as Phil laid back down, shutting off the lamp.




“I like you next to me,” Phil whispered, “I don’t mind,”

Dan’s face flushed, but not nearly as bright as Phil’s.

“I like you next to me, too,” Dan stuttered.

For just a second, Dan’s nerves were gone; His brain had shut down and was simply repeating the same thing over and over until it nearly had no meaning.

Kiss me.

“Do you mind if I read?”

“Go ahead,”

The lamp flicked back on, but this time Phil didn’t sit up, just pulled the book from the bedside table he had set it on, and held it, arms stiff above his head, book in the air, and Dan laughed.


“Why are you holding it like that?”

“It’s comfortable,” Phil pouted, and Dan laughed harder.

“What’s it about?”

Phil’s eyes smiled. “There’s a girl named Angelica who ran away from home with her best friend,”


“They wanted an adventure,”

“That’s a little far for an adventure,” Dan laid on his back, and looked at the book, “I mean, they could have gone camping, or something,”

“I guess,” Phil shrugged, “But it’s a good book,”

“What’s it called?”

“It’s Not Home,”

There was a comfortable silence as Dan laid on his side and closed his eyes. Soon enough, he was asleep, and then it was a nightmare; A shriek, blood splatter, his brother, his family, Phil, all of them were out of his reach, and-

Phil,” He nearly yelled, waking up with a start, the older looking at him, hands shaking him awake.

“Nightmare. Sorry,” Dan mumbled, racing heart slowing, cheeks aflame, as Phil pulled away. He reached up and touched his face, realizing he was crying. Embarrassment burned in his gut.

Phil pulled the book back out, opening to his page and leaning against the headboard, flicking the lamp on.

Angelica settled into the seat next to her mother-” Phil read aloud,

“What?” Dan questioned,

“I’m reading, shut up,” Phil said, and when Dan looked over, he was smiling. Dan relaxed next to the older, shoulders grazing, skimming the lines along with Phil.

Angelica settled into the seat next to her mother, taking in her strawberry perfume, and pulled out her own cross-stitch, hands starting to clumsily weave the needle in and out, in and out. She listened as her mother began to talk to Miss Mary in front of her. The two laughed and talked about the young woman’s boyfriend, a strong man with stubble and clean-cut hair. Guilt settled in her stomach; Why did she want to leave this? Her mother leaned over and helped Angelica as her thread became loose from the needle and re-threaded it as Miss Mary smiled and laughed politely, saying that she could never stitch herself. Why does she feel unnatural here, where everyone was kind? Why did she wish for more, when she had everything?

The two had read that book until they finished it, sunlight streaming through the curtains, Phil’s throat sore and ragged, but he could care less; Dan was asleep, mouth hanging open, eyes fluttered close.


“Are you still awake?”

“Huh?” Dan asked, and opened his eyes; He wasn’t in Phil’s old house, he wasn’t eighteen. He was twenty-two, and sitting in his shared apartment with his best friend. The word stung his brain. Just friends.

Phil shuffled beside him, and mumbled something like, “C’mere, this isn’t comfy,”

But Dan could barely hear him from the roaring in his ears, as Phil put an arm around him, pulling the boy to his chest. Dan’s head underneath his. The book in the air above them.

“Are you good?” Phil asked, and if Dan had listened close, he would have heard a tremble in his voice.

“Yeah,” Dan was so tired he nearly didn’t realize what was happening; Just that he was warm, and Phil was close, and talking, and nearly let out a content sigh as Phil’s chest rose and fell.

Angelica’s heart swelled at the sight of him. His hair was stringy and his face wasn’t clean, but he had the biggest smile that crinkled his eyes as he was ankle-deep in that river, the bottom of his trousers becoming soaked. The boy next door lifted his arms above his head, laughing, and yelled, ‘Ange! It’s so wonderful, you must try this!’ ‘What are you, crazy?’ She had screamed over the current, crossing her arms across her chest, ‘You wanted adventure, right?’ Mike yelled, and walked closer to the bank that she was close to, and said, ‘At least step on the rocks. Come out here,’ His strong hands gripped her arms loosely, leading her to a large, flat rock in front of the bank. She sighed, hopping to it, then another, then another, until there was only one more rock to jump to get to the center of the river. Immediately after leaping, she lost her footing; Algae clung to the rock, causing her shoe to loose its grip, and she let out a shriek. Arms grabbed her by the waist, bringing her close, saving her from the fall. She could feel the toes of her shoes graze the top of the stream. ‘Are you okay?’ He yelled over the current, nose touching hers. Angelica’s stomach twisted, and replied with softly placing her lips on his, not caring that the dirty river water was going to ruin her shoes, or that her sister would surely kill her; For his arms were strong and held her tight to him, and that was home.

“We’ve read this a thousand times, but I still don’t get how he holds her when they kiss,” Dan mumbled, not realizing he was burying his face into Phil’s chest, too tired to care.

“Isn’t he a farmer boy, or something? Like, he would have mega muscles,”

Dan laughed into Phil’s chest, “Yeah, I guess,”

Dan felt Phil bring the book down, closing it.

“Who was your first kiss?” Phil asked out of the blue, and Dan’s cheeks warmed, “I think I was drunk for mine, not very romantic,”

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” Dan mumbled, hiding his face, “Yeah, pretty embarrassing, right?” He let out a hollow laugh.

“No,” Phil whispered, “I kinda wish I saved mine,”


“I wish this one was my first,” Phil said, so quiet Dan could barely hear him, but the younger looked up, breathless, to see Phil staring at him; His heart was sure to explode; Then Phil leaned in slowly, and connected their lips. Dan immediately reacted, pushing back, and lightly pressing his hands into Phil’s chest.

He was smiling so hard they had to break the kiss.

“I like you,” Dan whispered, “Like, a lot,”

“I like you a lot, too.”


When the window started to leak in the sound of morning traffic, Dan woke, with a boy’s arms around his waist, and turned carefully, not wanting to wake him, until his nose was grazing Phil’s; His eyes were closed, long eyelashes fluttering his cheeks, mouth opened slightly, the striped sunlight through the shutters were cascading on his pale skin. Dan smiled at him, kissing his cheek lightly. Phil buried his head in the crook of Dan’s neck, letting out a whine, and the younger let out a croaky laugh. And that was home.

Falling Stars (4)

Originally posted by ladyoflaketownimagines

Pairing: Slight Lindir x reader and Fili x reader in here. Send me your requests!
Word count: 2404 (lmao its so long im sorry)                                                Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, oblivious!modern!reader                                                   A/N: Hey guys I promise this chapter is actually good unlike the last one lmao. Also there’s a little lindir x reader in here so be warned haha.

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Everything hurt, and when you said everything you meant everything. Even your arms hurt and you were given the lightest pack!

You wished the ponies hadn’t run away… Or you know, eaten.

It wasn’t your fault you had stumbled upon the trolls when you went to pee, they just sort of popped outta nowhere carrying away the company’s ponies. Your brain couldn’t even process what you saw and to top it all off after Kíli, Fíli, and Bilbo found you hiding near a fallen log, the princes forced you an Bilbo to go check them out. Some friends they were!

The trolls were probably the most ugly things you had the pleasure of gazing upon and you certainly did not want tocheck them out’ as Fíli put it. You weren’t a warrior or Bilbo’s size and so once the two of you stealthily padded over to where your captured ponies where, the one sharpening a knife, William, had spotted you.

Bilbo of course-that lucky bastard, escaped once Tom, the one with the cold, snatched you up by the ankle.

You really hated your life right then.

Though, just as the trolls decided to make you into a pie, your heroes, beards and all, came to your rescue. Yet, as brave as they were it didn’t go as planned and poor Bilbo almost had his limbs ripped off. And so, you were all shoved into burlap sacks while some of the dwarves were strapped onto a spit. You were included in that bunch lucky enough to roast on the fire and strapped on under Bofur’s stinky feet and above Dwalin’s tattooed head. You made sure your feet dug into his back each time he complained about your own smelly feet or how the fire singed his skin.

But, as always, Gandalf came to the rescue just as the sun rose and cracked the giant stone. Just like in Narnia! Anyways….

Now you had no ponies, and that meant you could feel the full wrath of your Converse shoes plus thin socks. Helllooooo blisters!

At first you didn’t think it was such a terrible idea to walk the rest of the way, like, Erebor couldn’t be that far away right? Also, the weather wasn’t terrible and although you hated walking, it was better than getting sore muscles from ridding a pony all day.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first bad thing to happen besides the trolls of course, was the strange other wizard with bird shit in his hair and screamed about evil and spiders and shit. The only good thing that came out of the chance encounter with Radagast the Brown was that Fíli and Kíli had the balls to actually apologize to you for forcing you to meet with the trolls. You gave them each a good punch to the stomach, not that it hurt them in anyway at all…Really, it hurt you instead to the point of your knuckles bruising.

Damn those dwarves! At least they gave you kisses upon your injured fist and a group hug that left you gasping for breath when they squeezed too hard.

At first you thought nothing about the howls that echoed around the forest but after a wolf, which most definitely was not a wolf, nearly killed poor Bofur, but your Hulk with tattoos whacked it over its head with his intimidating axe before it could do any harm.

And now you were running. That’s right, running while the Company and you bolted across the land covered in yellow grass to God knows where.

It was no secret that you weren’t the most athletic human being to ever live, but sometimes a girl gotta lift some weights every now and then. So in no way you were considered weak(at least for human standards) but running! You despised running.

Goddamnit, I knew I should of used the treadmill, you thought gloomily.

“(y/n)! Keep up!” Thorin barked, yanking you from your horrid thoughts of impeding doom.

“I could if I didn’t have short fuckin’ legs.” You hissed under your breath while picking up your pace.

You legs burned but the thought of being consumed by an angry pack of oversized dogs and strange mutated goblin things kept you going. That is, until you were surrounded by the snarling beasts.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

“(y/n)!” Thorin shouted, snatching your arm to pull you out of the way as one of the wargs charged.

His blade easily sliced through its pelt and you winced as the beast fell. You sure hoped you’d never be on the receiving end of his blade…

“Stay behind me,” Thorin ordered, glancing behind his shoulder. “I intend to keep you alive.”

“Great.” You breathed, glancing behind you to see if there was another escape rout. There wasn’t anything but rock behind you. Or so you thought.

“This way, you fools!” The sudden voice of Gandalf ordered, his pointy hat popping out from the rock.

You didn’t hesitate in throwing yourself into the alcove of rock, desperate to escape the threat of a having your face ripped off. Try explaining that to your mother once you returned home.

The rest of the dwarves and Bilbo barreled in after you, some of them landing right on top of you. Namely Bombur.

For some reason the idea of getting squashed by a massive dwarf was better than being eaten in your mind. Maybe it was because Bombur gave you food. Yeah, that was it.

Anyhow, with a devious smirk from Gandalf and moody grumbles from the dwarves, you all piled into the narrow passageway that smelled like wet rock and moss. You tried you best not to trip over the stones that jutted out on the path, but it happened every so often anyways. Thankfully Fíli caught you each time.

“Careful, lass.” He chuckled, blue eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t yet.” You laughed. “Knowing my luck I’ll probably be sliced into pieces soon, or thrown off a cliff, or maybe eaten…”

You missed the flash of worry present on Fíli’s face, too occupied with trying to maneuver safely out of the crevice, or as you deemed it, a secret passage. You for one wanted to get out of the small space as quickly as possible.

And as if someone answered your prayers, the passage opened up to probably the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You let out a gasp and wandered to the edge of the small cliff that led into the valley.

“The Valley of Imladris,” Gandalf spoke. “In the common tongue it is known by another name. Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea.”  

It was gorgeous and magical all at once from what you saw, with it’s ornate buildings built upon the various rivers and cascading falls. Already you could feel the spray of the waterfalls from up on the ledge, a bubble of excitement building inside you.

The rest of the dwarves seemed to be as mystified as you were but after a few angry words from Thorin in that harsh language of theirs, they were snapped out of the spell. You, not really giving two shits about what Thorin said, happily trotted along with Gandalf who led the line of dwarves down the pass and onto the beautifully carved bridges.

“Gandalf?” You said dreamily.

“Yes, dear one?”

“What is this place?”

“It is called Rivendell in the common tongue. The elves call it Imladris.” The wizard answered with a smile.


Your second question was left unanswered as you crossed a final bridge and into a courtyard. Trees with shimmering green and golden leaves swayed around the circular area, the rushing river hugging the left side of it. You spun around and breathed in the sharp mountain air as it rustled your hair, the scent of lilacs lingering as an after taste. If magic had a smell this would be it.

Just as you did another spin to memorize the scenery, a man with long brown hair with a silver diadem placed upon his brow, gracefully descended down the steps towards the Company. He wore a purple robe, but as he got closer you realized the cloth wasn’t just purple; t was black and silver and gold, and the deepest shade of something similar to purple that you could not name. It truly was magic.

In your confusion to name the color of the mystery man’s robe, you also took note of his not-so-human like ears. They were pointy. When Gandalf mentioned elves your mind took the courtesy of imagining little tiny people with brightly colored clothes with golden bells and pointed shoes, not drop-dead gorgeous men with long flowing locks.

“Mithrandir.” The elf called.

“Ah! Lindir!” Gandalf greeted, placing his hand on his heart, the elf doing the same.

The rest of the conversation went right over your head as the two fell into some other kind of language you couldn’t hope to comprehend. It sounded nice though. Much more gentle and smooth compared to what the dwarves spoke, like comparing water to rock.

At least while they spoke you could dreamily stare at ‘Lindir’, as Gandalf called him. Unfortunately it didn’t last long since the sudden sound of a horn being blown echoed around the valley. An iron fist wrenched you away from Galdalf’s side and threw you into the center of a smelly dwarf circle along with Bilbo. The dwarves all bared their weapons as at least 50 horses surrounded them, towering over the party.

They were all so pretty even if the carried swords and spears.

You were too lost in your thoughts and overwhelmed by Rivendell and its inhabitants to notice that the Lord of Rivendell had welcomed you with open arms. Too overwhelmed it seemed that even as the company followed Lord Elrond up the stairs, you didn’t even notice.

“Excuse me, my lady.” A soft voice spoke as you leaned over the edge of the courtyard to peek at the running river.

You whipped around, you fascination now fixed on a certain elf who stood before you. He was even more impressive up close and seeing his near perfect self you realized you probably looked like utter shit. Dirt covered your clothes and shoes and you probably had mud streaked across your forehead along with a couple of bleeding scratches you hadn’t bothered to worry about. In all honesty you were surprised you were even allowed in here. Speaking of not being allowed in places…where did your friends go?

“Um…hi?” You stuttered, faltering under Lindir’s intense gaze.

“I do not mean to be insensitive, my lady, but you are not a dwarf.” He stated, his head tilting to the side. “Why would a human girl such as yourself be traveling with them?”

Why indeed, you thought bitterly, flashes of that night where you had fallen into Middle Earth spinning inside your head.

You shrugged and gave Lindir a wry smile. “Dunno, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice.”

Lindir’s puppy dog eyes widened. “You were kidnapped?”

“What? No!” You laughed, scratching the back of your head. “It’s just-it’s a long story and I’d probably bore you out of your mind if I told you. Plus you’d never believe me.”

Lindir gave you an empathetic smile and brushed a pale hand over your shoulder, the touch sending shivers through you. “Come, I will bring you to your friends, and if you wish you may tell me your tale while we walk.”

“Oh, o-okay..” You said, blushing a fiery red that put tomatoes to shame. “Your name is Lindir right?”

“Yes, my lady.” He said, folding his arms behind his back as you both climbed the marble steps.

“That’s a nice name.” You said without thinking. After processing what you did, you hurriedly blurted out something before Lindir realized what you said. “My name is (y/n), by the way. Not that you care or whatever. Just thought you should know since you keep calling me 'my lady’. I’m not a princess or anything…ha..ha..”

You swore at yourself for rambling. Goddammit (y/n), this is why people think you’re crazy!  

“(y/n).” He repeated as if testing to see how it sounded on his own tongue. You blushed again. “A lovely name for an equally lovely lady.”

You swore you just had a heart attack. This man- or rather elf, was a smooth talker and eye candy. Though, he was probably just being nice. I mean, you looked like a hobo and you were  a guest and all. You sighed.

Oh well, at least you could say you got complimented at least once by a hot guy even if it was just out of hospitality.

As Lindir escorted you through the swirling designs and patterns of Rivendell, you couldn’t help falling a little in love with the place. It was so peaceful and lovely here, much different from your journey here and the urban life back at home.

You rounded another corner and Lindir stopped in front of an ornate looking door. Flowers hung from the ceiling, framing the wood and you reached out to thumb a scarlet petal, marveling at the color.

“This is your room Lord Elrond has provided you, lady (y/n).” Lindir smiled, pearly white teeth flashing behind his lips. “A bath has been drawn and clothes are laid out for you if you decide to dine with Lord Elrond and your Company tonight.”

Your heart swelled at his kindness. “Thanks Lindir.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgement, his hand unclasping from behind his back to reach for your own. His soft hand held your forearm with a certain tenderness and swept down towards your wrist, his nimble fingers brushing against the fragile bone, then finally down to grasp your hand in his, knuckles faced up. Meeting your eye, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon your bruised knuckles, much like how Fíli and Kíli did earlier that day.

“I hope to see you at dinner, (y/n).” Lindir murmered. “You still have not told me your tale, and I wish to hear it.”

“Alright.” You hummed sheepishly, your face matching the scarlet flowers that hung from the potted plants.

With one last smile, Lindir turned gracefully on his heel and disappeared down another corridor, his purple robes and his dark hair flowing behind him. You couldn’t help the dopey smile that lingered on your lips.

Rivendell was rockin’.  


On this day in music history: April 8, 1977 - “The Clash”, the debut album by The Clash is released. Produced by Mickey Foote, it is recorded at CBS Studios in London and National Film and Television School in Beaconsfield, UK from February 10 - 27, 1977. The self-titled debut release by the iconic British punk band is recorded in just two and half weeks, at a cost of only £4000 ($6698.40 USD currently). Many of the songs are written while The Clash are living in a council flat in NW London being rented by Mick Jones’ grandmother. The album quickly establish the band in their home country and earn them a loyal fan base, featuring several songs that become standards in the bands repertoire including “White Riot”, “Career Opportunities”, “Remote Control”, and “I’m So Bored With The USA”. In spite of its UK and European success, CBS Records initially passes on the releasing the album in the US, calling it “un-commercial” and “not radio friendly”. It still finds a sizable audience in the United States when record stores begin importing UK copies of the album, selling an impressive 100,000 copies before it is picked up for domestic release by Epic Records in July of 1979, after the release of their second album “Give ‘Em Enough Rope”. However, the US version differs from its UK counterpart, replacing the tracks “Deny”, “Cheat”, “Protex Blue”, “48 Hours”, and “White Riot (original version)”, with “Clash City Rockers”, “Complete Control”, “White Riot” (re-recorded version), “(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais”, “I Fought the Law”, and “Jail Guitar Doors”. The initial US pressing also comes packaged with a bonus 7" single featuring the tracks “Groovy Times” and “Gates Of The West”. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 1999, and on 180 gram vinyl. Another vinyl reissue is released in 2010 that includes the bonus 7". A numbered limited edition version pressed on split blue and white vinyl is released in the US for Black Friday Record Store Day in November of 2015. “The Clash” peaks at number twelve on the UK album chart, number one hundred twenty six on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.


“The playoff atmosphere in Toronto is extraordinary. Everybody shows up, they’re rowdy and ready to rock. The fans here are proud of their own and they’re passionate to another level. It’s every exciting word that you could possibly describe in a dictionary. Toronto’s a great sports city. A lot of the young fanbase probably don’t remember the Leafs when they were great. Fans are extremely excited that the Leafs are in the playoffs. The noise, the passion, that excites people, that gets people onto the edge of their seat. The leafs are number one, they’re at the top. When they’re rolling, it’s rolling. The city is gonna be buzzing, it’s gonna be rocking so these guys better bring it on. Get ready Toronto, let’s go”

CHASING SUNS: Chapter 10 Hell Spawn

1,935 words

Tagging my bae’s @blindbae, @nifwrites, @themissimmortal <3

Cindy turned up first thing as promised and had the truck in working condition by ten. The bill was hefty, but she graciously accepted two hundred gil and an I-owe-you. Back in business, the group of four departed Lestallum, en route to HQ.

Greyson had just eased off the gas, heading into the winding turns before the tunnel when they saw it.

Or at least it’s silhouette in the mist, which in comparison seemed all the more frightening.

A colossal, quadruped beast prowled along the outskirts of the forest treeline, two impressive horns protruding from its corrupt, catlike head. Fangs the size of full-grown men glinted in the truck’s headlights. Incandescent yellow eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.


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anonymous asked:

Some boys meeting a dryad in the woods who helps them when they get lost/disoriented and quickly develop a slight crush

(How about McCree and Zenyatta?)


He had to get through the forest soon. The train tracks waited on the other side, and his distraction wouldn’t keep the authorities away for long.

Jesse wished he hadn’t dropped his phone on the way, though. There was no time to go find it anymore, even if the map was on it. He had been clumsy, and was now paying for it… He tried to keep going in a straight line, hoping that eventually he would stumble upon those tracks.

It was about an hour later when he realized he was lost. Cursing under his breath, he leaned against one of the trees and lit a cigarillo. He’d need to rework his plan.

“Are you lost, cowboy?” It was a sweet voice that caused Jesse to put away his lighter and hover his palm over the handle of Peacekeeper. You never knew who your enemy was when on the run.

“Might be, but I still know how to shoot… So it’d be better if ya showed yerself, hands up,” he replied cautiously, shifting his weight almost unnoticably.

“As soon as you put out that poison,” the voice replied softly, and Jesse was still unsure where the voice was coming from. He guessed it was referring to the cigarillo, and reluctantly, he dropped it to the ground and stepped over it.

“There. Will ya come out now?” A few moments went by without a response. Jesse was getting more nervous as the time passed, but soon he saw movement in the bushes. His forefinger now slid over the material of the gun handle, his eyes glued on that spot. However, he relaxed when a young woman stepped out, smiling slightly at him. “What in tarnation…” he mumbled as he watched her approach, hands up like he’d requested.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you. I was worried you’d shoot if I came out right away,” she said in that same soft voice. Jesse could only stare for a long moment, then move his hand away from the gun.

“’S alright, you can put yer hands down. I’m not goin’ to shoot,” he sighed and scratched his forehead in thought. Where had this woman even come from? “What do ya want from me, exactly?” Better get straight to the point.

“You’re lost in a strange forest. Who knows when you’ll find your way?” she giggled and stepped closer to the man. His stance was still wary, even if he didn’t intend to attack her anymore.

“And you wanna show me out,” he replied knowingly. The woman stopped right in front of him, hands crossed behind her back in an act of innocense.

“Exactly. We wouldn’t want those bad men to catch you, right?” she teased, and before Jesse could actually ask how she knew anything about his situation, she’d already grabbed his hat and started walking away.

“How did… Hey!” he called after her, stumbling on one of the roots as he tried to keep up. “Give that back.”

“Hmm, maybe later. For now, I think I look rather good in it, don’t I?” She giggled after she said this, the stolen hat now placed on her head as she lead the (now hatless) cowboy toward the train tracks (hopefully). He was about to protest, but after taking another look at her, he found himself speechless in the matter. She did look damn good in that hat.


Zenyatta was a wanderer as much as his cyborg student, and he was currently on one of his many travels across the world. When Genji had offered to go with him, he had been delighted of the offer – however, it was important for him to travel alone sometimes. He had been wandering in these forests for days, and never really looked for a way out.

Truthfully, he was lost. The forest was much larger than he had expected, and he had taken a few too many turns, mostly to avoid the wildlife. He did not really have a scent to him, and got along with animal most of the time. However, he knew they could be a threat to him, too, and he did not wish to harm them.

It was truly a tricky situation.

He ended up climbing on top of one of the rocks near a tiny waterfall. The fresh stream seemed to go far, maybe across the whole forest, and it made pleasant sounds against the rocks. Surely this was the life of the forest, the creek where the animals came to drink.

It was sitting on that rock that he started sensing the energy of another soul in the area. It was quiet except for a few birds singing, and the noise of the water. He waited for the stranger to show themself.

“You are not a human,” a voice said from amongst the trees. Though this creature had the appearance of a woman, she was not.

“Neither are you,” Zenyatta replied in slight amusement. She smiled in response, carefully stepping out from the shadow of the trees. It felt as if her energy had parted from them, but had it really? Curious.

“You’re right, I am not,” she admitted, climbing on one of the lower rocks and seating herself there. She cupped some of the water in her palms and washed her face with it. “You must be lost, being so deep in the forest.”

“Lost? Perhaps for now, but I will find my way,” the omnic replied with ease and glanced at the leaves above. Because of them, it was hard to tell his direction from the stars.

“You seem like you could use help with that, traveler,” the woman smiled and leaned her arms on a rock at the height of her chest. “I know this forest like I know the inside of my palm. You won’t have to be lost any longer.” Zenyatta hummed.

“See? I told you I would find my way,” he joked, poking fun at the offer. “Even if I did not yet know, how.” The woman sighed, though smiled as she did, and got to her feet.

“You’ve got me again, traveler. This way,” she replied as she stood from the rocks, starting to head toward the edge of the forest. Zenyatta gave a mechanical chuckle in response, slowly getting up and starting to follow her. He couldn’t help but think, it’s in the most unexpected places you often find a friend.

–Mod Evie


On this day in music history: May 10, 1994 - “Weezer” (aka “The Blue Album”), the debut album by Weezer is released. Produced by Ric Ocasek, it is recorded at Electric Lady Studios in New York City from August - September 1993. Formed in 1992 by lead guitarist and vocalist Rivers Cuomo, drummer Patrick Wilson, bassist Matt Sharp and rhythm guitarist Jason Cropper, Weezer are playing live gigs only months afterward. Continuing to rehearse and write songs, within a year, the band begin drawing major label attention and are signed to Geffen subsidiary DGC Records in 1993. The band are paired with Cars co-founder and lead singer Ric Ocasek who signs on to produce their debut album. During the recording, Jason Cropper quits the band and he is replaced by Brian Bell. Weezer’s unique musical sensibility which combines punk and metal attitude with strong power pop guitar riffs and hooks, are counterbalanced by the band’s own shy and nerdy demeanor. The first single “Undone - The Sweater Song”, is supported with a quirky and innovative low budget video directed by Spike Jonze (“Being John Malkovich”, “Adaptation”), that becomes an immediate hit on MTV. Jonze also directs the video for the follow up single “Buddy Holly” (#2 Modern Rock, #18 Hot 100 Airplay), in which the band are digitally morphed into clips from the classic sitcom “Happy Days”, playing on stage at Arnold’s Drive-In. Using the same green screen techniques employed by Industrial Light & Magic on the film “Forrest Gump”, Weezer’s performance footage is seamlessly blended in with the film clips from the series. Also featuring a cameo appearance by actor Al Molinaro, the video is another huge MTV favorite, winning four MTV VMA awards in 1995 including Best Alternative Video and Breakthrough Video. The album spins off a third and final single with “Say It Ain’t So” (#7 Modern Rock, #51 Hot 100 Airplay). In time, Weezer’s debut album will come to be regarded as one of the best albums of the 90’s. In 2004, it is remastered and reissued as a two disc Deluxe Edition. The first disc features the original ten track album, with disc two containing fourteen tracks, including B-sides, unreleased track, live acoustic recordings and alternate mixes. Originally released on vinyl in very limited quantities in 1994, it is reissued briefly in 2002 by Geffen Records. In 2012, it is released as a 180 gram vinyl LP by Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab, pressed on blue marbled vinyl, and by Back To Black (UK & Europe on standard black vinyl). A hybrid SACD is also issued by the label in 2014. Another vinyl reissue released by Geffen/UMe with Direct Metal Mastering and includes a poster is released in 2016. “Weezer” peaks at number sixteen on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Welcome home {KilixReader/(Y/N)}

A request for anonymous.

Warnings: Fluffy Kili, cheesy moments, giant softies Thorin and Dwalin             Words: 1,413

As you look up at the mounds of stone, you can’t help but let a small reminiscent smile lay against your lips.

As you stare up at the Mountain Trolls frozen in time you feel your mind slip away into a distant memory…


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fandom-illusions  asked:

I know this is hella overused but mermaid Eren and pirate Levi?

Levi groaned in pain as he slowly stirred awake, he shouldn`t complain, he should have been dead after a storm like that, he was sure most of his crew was. Not like he`d cared about the bastards, Kenny`s men were about as slimey as he was, it wasn`t much of a loss. Raising his throbbing head, he realized he was washed up along with several pieces of wood and rope, from his ship no doubt, on a white sanded beach. How utterly cliche.

Levi tested his legs, his whole body, to see if he sustained any damages, he did not, and slow realization hit him that he was the only one here and could be here for centuries because no one would go looking for Kenny`s grubby old cabin boy. Fuck.

Levi thought of ways he could survive, maybe there were decently sized fish in the water, maybe he was lucky and the ocean was fresh and not salty, maybe-


Levi jerked around to find the survivor who was kicking up water behind him, hopeful that even if he hated their guts, he wouldn`t be alone, only to find waves of water crashing against the sand. And in that sand,

A single fish, already killed, scaled and boned.

Now normally Levi would be suspicious and think it a trap, but he was fucking starving and food was food. 

Huddled around the fire he`d created to cook his meal, Levi realized he`d been in the same spot all day, and that it probably wasn`t productive in the slightest. It was already dusk, and he debated weather it was too late to go out or if he should hurry before it was dark out and waste a day.

He chose the latter and dusted off his homely clothing, but a white button up and dark brown pants of an obscure fabric, and of course, his cravat being the only thing he owned himself before Kenny had rudely snatched him off the docks as a child.

Shuffling in the sand for a bit, the raven decided to get to higher ground for a better view, and started to make his way up to the tops of the smooth rocks by the bay, avoiding slipping into the frigid water as best he could. His best wasn`t good enough and of course his shitty luck would have him fall right as he reached the very top, Levi panicked instead of grappling for another hold, and immediately felt himself plummeting.

But impact never came.

Instead, a hand seemingly from nowhere grabbed his wrist. A shadowy torso peered down at him, and he fought back a happy yip. Elated at not only being save but finding another human being on this forsaken beach had Levi scrambling up onto the rocks with the strangers help to meet his hero. He panted with his head low for a minute, the climbing taking the air out of him, but went to express his gratefulness,

“Thank you, I thought I was-”

He stopped cold.

The torso was the same, illuminated now by the late day`s sun peeking out of the clouds. Reveal the shadowy figure to be a tanned young man, wide and broad with intricate jewelry strewn about his body, and blinking owlishly at him with bright green eyes. But that`s not what was shocking.

No legs.

Only an aquamarine tail that shimmered as the creature twitched it from side to side, along with his brunet head in confusion.

A fucking mermaid. He was out of his mind on the very first day.

“What the-”

His voice, however soft it may have been, startled the siren it seemed, when it let out a frightened thrill and backed away from him.

“Hey, I`m not going to-”

But he was too late, the creatures was already diving backwards off the rock side and back into the darkening waves of the ocean. Levi sat there dumbstruck, unable to form any words in his shock. Only one thing rushed through his mind, behind all the thoughts of insanity and disbelief,

It was beautiful.

Regulus x Reader: You Need Me

Warnings: Violence, mentions blood & death

Requested: Yes 

A/N: I hope y’all like this!! it was kind of hard to write because we never really learn much about regulus but i hope i did it well :) Enjoy reading and send me requests for literally any harry potter character (except peter, that’s unacceptable behaviour) xx

“REG?!” You called, walking through Grimmauld Place after ensuring his parents weren’t in. You walked upstairs, peering into rooms. 

“Master is in his room.” You heard from behind you. You nodded your head quickly at Kreacher and made your way to Regulus’ room. 

“Hey, I th- what are you doing?” You asked, looking around the room. 

“Y/N.” He looked unpleasantly surprised and walked in front of you, blocking your view. 

“What’s all this?” Regulus had pieces of parchment pinned to his walls, strewn all over the floor and a bag waiting to be packed. 

“You can’t be her-” 

“What are you planning?” You walked to the parchment covered walls that were covered with ‘horcrux’, ‘Voldemort’ and ‘soul’. The only part of wall that wasn’t dedicated to parchment was a picture of you and Regulus from Hogwarts. “Regulus? What is-” 


“No.” you said defiantly, “tell me.” 

“Y/N I can’t.” 

“Tell. Me.” And that was all it took to find out Regulus’ plan to rid the world of one of the seven horcruxes. “Ok, I’m coming.” 

“No you are not.” 

“You need me.”  

15 minutes later you were stood at the entrance of the cave. Regulus cut his hand and placed it on the wall, gaining the 2 of you and Kreacher access. 

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On this day in music history: April 30, 1966 - “Get Ready” by The Temptations hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 1 week, also peaking at #29 on the Hot 100 on April 2, 1966. Written and produced by William “Smokey” Robinson, it is the second R&B chart topper for the Motown vocal quintet. Written by Smokey Robinson in late 1965, he pens the song as a response to then current dance “The Duck”. The basic track is recorded at Motown’s Studio A in Detroit on December 5, 1965 with The Funk Brothers providing musical support. Featuring Eddie Kendricks on lead vocals, The Temptations overdub their vocals on December 29, 1965. Having been the group’s main producer since early 1964, Robinson suddenly finds himself having competition. Norman Whitfield with petition for his chance to work with The Temptations. Berry Gordy only agrees to do so if the groups next Smokey produced single fails to crack the Top 20 on the pop chart. Released on February 7, 1966, “Get Ready” quickly soars to number one on the R&B singles chart, but surprisingly stalls at #29 on the Hot 100, leading to producer Norman Whitfield getting his first opportunity to work with The Tempts. Whitfield’s first single with the group, “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg” also top the R&B chart and peak at #13 on the Hot 100, becoming The Temptations main producer for the next seven years. Whitfield produces another version of “Get Ready” by rock band Rare Earth (also signed to Motown on the Rare Earth imprint) whose dramatic rock re-arrangement of the song hits #4 on the Billboard Hot 100 in June of 1970.