rock on top of another rock

WHEN K-IDOLS SAY THEIR NAMES IN SONGS
  • Super Junior: We back! SJ in the house!
  • INFINITE: INFINITE!
  • BTS: BANG! TAN! SO! NYEON! DAN!
  • VIXX: We back again now, this is real fantasy, 'cause I ain't playin' around, V-I-X-X
  • 2PM: 2. P. M.
  • SHINHWA: SHIN~HWA!
  • BIGBANG: BIGBANG, BIGBANG, we back again one more time say no way, no way
  • SHINee: *dramatic whisper* SHINee's back~
  • EXO: E-X-O
  • B.A.P: B - A - P let's go!
  • TVXQ: T-V-X-QQQQQQQQQQ!
  • U-KISS: U-KISS and Brave Sound. You know it's BRAAAAAAVE
  • BEAST: There's a Beaaaast IN THE CUBE!
  • MONSTA X: Monsta, Monsta X!
  • Ravi: RAVEEEEEEEEH!
  • Block B: Block B in the house, Z and pop time music, it's officially over now
  • Teen Top: Teen Top we gon' rock it drop it top it ain't no stop it pop it
  • JYJ: Brand new JYJ, another history
  • Seventeen: Seventeeeeeeeeeen YUP!
  • Taeyang: My name is T to the A to the E, Y A N G
  • G-Dragon: Brand new GD! I'm all by myself, but it's so good
  • PSY: My name is P-S-Y, hanguk mallo Park-Jae-Sang
  • JYP: *dramatic whisper* JYP~
  • B1A4: B. 1. AAAAAAAA. 4 4 4
  • M.I.B: M.I.B - is - back
  • Girls' Generation: We're the girls, we're the Girls' Generation!
  • 4Minute: 4Minute and Brave Sound! Leggo!
  • SISTAR: Rock it like this, rock it rock it like this SISTAR!
  • I.O.I: I.O.I. JYP. FAMILY. Y'ALL READY?
  • Wonder Girls: JYP and the Wonder Giiiiiirls we're back!
  • AOA: A-O-A! Brave Sound, drop it!
  • 2NE1: I go by the name CL, we're 2NE1!
  • Hello Venus: H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Hello Venus!
  • BLACKPINK: Black to the Pink!
  • Hyuna: H-Y-U-N keurigo A!
  • Miss A: JYP introducing made in Asia...Miss A!
  • TWICE: Better think about it TWICE!
  • Unnies: JYP introducing the Unnies!
  • G.NA: She's back, you already know, the sexiest, that's right it's G.NA baby!
  • Stellar: *whisper* Stellar~
  • BULLDOK: Eh oh eh oh B-U-L-L-D-O-K girl
  • Triple T: Hyoyeon, Min, Kwon...AND JYP!
  • And then K.A.R.D:
  • 1st song: It's K
  • 2nd song: A
  • 3rd song: R
  • STILL WAITING FOR THE 4TH SONG
  • a bonus bc we all love it:
  • IREUMEUN JUNGKOOK!
  • YO, NAE IREUMEUN V!
  • A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD!
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

Panic

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.


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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.


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

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

Silent is the Sea | SICHENG

Genre: mermaid!au | fluff | angst

Member: Sicheng / Reader

Word Count: 6,800+

Note: a collaboration with the wonderful @tenpioca, check her version out here


Mermaids are liars. They’ll manipulate you until you brandish your hand of your own accord, happy for them to pull you under with cruel mirth.

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Beach Day

Created for Voltron Whump Week

Prompt: Day 6- Poison

Summary: The paladins finally get a break. Lance somehow always finds trouble though…

Notes: A direct continuation of my fic Within, you don’t have to read it, but it provides a nice little background for this fic. I do try to explain things briefly anyway, there’s just no details.

Warnings for injuries, venomous creatures, blood, illness.

 Beach day

There were thousands of miles of beaches and sun and beautiful oceans. They had already been visiting this planet for over a week, but everyone kept finding excuses not to leave. They were situated in a more remote location, so they weren’t sharing this beach with anyone else besides the team. It was their private beach getaway. At first, it was only supposed to be for Lance’s birthday, but then they decided to stay a few more days and then a week went by… but nobody wanted to be the one that suggested they go back to being defenders of the universe just yet. They had needed the vacation, especially Lance, who had been so sick just a short while ago. It was good to see him smiling again.

However, while nobody said it, Lance knew that they would be leaving soon. He felt the shift in the energy; the little bit of regret that started to creep in on Shiro’s and Coran’s faces. They didn’t want to tell him it was time to go, but he knew that it was. So Lance started saying goodbye. He spent a whole day in the ocean, playing in the waves. The next day he decided to go walk to the tide pools that he actually hadn’t visited yet.

“Pidge, want to take a walk with me?”

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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

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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Finally got around to laying out my collection of pretty crystals and other assorted witchy tools (not including my tarot and oracle decks). My latest piece is the lovely rose quartz sphere which was a birthday present from my boyfriend. 💕

I’ve also got a set of Eldar Futhark rune stones made of bone (I’ll be using them for the August Rune Challenge hosted by @lakshmi_rose_ on Instagram and I’m so excited!), a few skeleton keys, some jars (one of those is filled with red jasper chips), and a sachet of dried lavender buds.

Crystals I have here from left to right: (Top) Pink Himalayan rock salt, desert rose, a labradorite pendulum, clear quartz, shungite, garnet;
(Middle) Tourmalined quartz, another piece of clear quartz, chevron amethyst, rose quartz, raw moonstone, blue quartz;
(Bottom) Spiderweb jasper, blue kyanite, tiger’s eye, and argonite.

Love my pretty, sparkly rock babies! ✨🔮🗝

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.

“Elves?”

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’.  

anonymous asked:

Hey! Not sure if you're still doing the fics but if you are then maybe #38 for clexa?

“Come on,” Clarke whined. “I can’t go by myself.”

Lexa popped another chip into her mouth and crunched it loudly. “No.”

“Why don’t you want to go with me?” Clarke collapsed onto the couch beside her roommate and poked her in the side. “Why?”

Squirming out of Clarke’s reach, Lexa threw a chip at her head and laughed when Clarke snatched it out of her hair and ate it. “It’s called a ‘dungeon’ party, Clarke. Does that sound appealing to you?”

Clarke quirked a brow. “Depends on the kind of dungeon.”

Lexa rolled her eyes and dug another chip out of the bag. “What if we get trapped in this dungeon and–”

“It’s someone’s basement, Lexa,” Clarke said, laughing. “It’s not an actual dungeon.”

“What if we get trapped in this ‘basement’…” Lexa performed air quotes with one chip-dust-crusted hand. “…and no one finds us for a weeks, and by then, we’ll have starved to death.”

“How do you think we’re going to get trapped in this person’s basement?”

“Dungeons have locks, Clarke,” Lexa said. “Someone could lock us in.”

“Why would someone do that?”

“I don’t know,” Lexa said, shrugging a shoulder. “As a prank?”

“Pranks typically end with the person telling you it’s a prank and letting you go,” Clarke pointed out, and Lexa sighed.

“Then as part of someone’s sinister plan.”

“Who the hell would have a sinister plan to trap us in their basement?”

“Someone with dark desires that have been brewing for years,” Lexa said, matter-of-factly. “They’ve resisted their urges for so long, but they just can’t anymore, and a college party is the perfect cover. The perfect way to draw a few young, beautiful women into a dungeon they would otherwise never enter, and trap them there. Hold them as prisoners or sex slaves or multi-course meals, or it could even be–”

“Lexa, Lexa,” Clarke said, scooting over and clapping a hand over Lexa’s mouth. “You’re spiraling.”

Lexa stuck her tongue out and licked Clarke’s hand to make her pull away. It worked. Clarke wiped her hand on her jeans as she laughed. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I think about everything, Clarke,” Lexa said, eating another chip. “You know this.”

“Well, I think you’ve overthought this one.”

“I overthink everything, Clarke. You know this.”

“Have you been watching Forensic Files before bed again?”

Lexa avoided Clarke’s gaze. “Maybe.”

“Well, what do you want to do tonight then?”

Lexa glanced over at her. “I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulder again. “Movie?”

“What kind of movie?”

“The entertaining kind,” Lexa said, and Clarke poked her side again. “Honestly, Clarke, I don’t care. I’d be content to just sit on the couch with you like this all night.”

Clarke smiled and shifted on the couch. She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Lexa’s cheek. “You’re the sappiest friend I’ve ever had,” she said. “You know that, right?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sap, Clarke,” Lexa said, pretending to be disgusted as she shifted away from Clarke’s smooching lips.

Clarke laughed and crawled over on top of her, shoving her chip bag to the floor. She tried to press more kisses to Lexa’s cheeks as Lexa squirmed around underneath her. “Look at you,” Clarke teased. “You’re so sappy. You’re practically oozing.”

“I’m a solid rock,” Lexa grumbled, tickling Clarke’s sides to try to throw her off. “I’m a jagged piece of rough concrete.” She bucked her hips and Clarke bounced a little way into the air, squealing as she plopped back down. Their foreheads bumped together when she landed, and Clarke had to catch herself on the back of the couch.

Lexa’s hands dug into Clarke’s hips, Clarke’s thighs hugging the outsides of Lexa’s. Their noses brushed together, and their laughter died down to something hot, tense, and electric. Lips hovered a breath apart, and Clarke resisted the urge to close her eyes. She resisted the urge to close the gap. Lexa resisted the urge to ask her to.

Too many times, they had ended up like this. Close. Alight. Burning. And every single time, the moment had passed them by, both too afraid of crossing a line. Terrified to ruin their friendship.

Clarke cleared her throat, started to pull back, but Lexa tightened her grip on Clarke’s hips. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go. So many times she had wanted to anchor herself in Clarke, ask for more, dive. So many times, she had denied herself. Denied them both.

This time, she couldn’t. She held Clarke tightly, fingers dipping into soft flesh. With one hard tug, Lexa rocked Clarke’s hips forward, the heat between Clarke’s legs rubbing over the zipper of Lexa’s jeans. They locked eyes as Clarke gasped.

Lexa swallowed thickly and did it again. One hard, fast tug. Clarke rocked against her again. Another gasp followed by a soft, barely there moan. “Lexa,” Clarke said, little more than a breathy sigh. “What are you doing?”

Lexa rocked her forward again and then tilted her head up. Her top lip brushed against Clarke’s bottom one, and they both sucked in ragged breaths. Clarke trembled under Lexa’s fingertips. “I have no idea,” Lexa whispered, and then she finally closed the gap.

Home

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.

“Dan?”

“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.

“Phil?”

“Huh?”

“Thanks,”

“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.

“What?”

“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,”

“Why?”

“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,”

“Yeah?”

“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.

A rock and a hard place

Incorporating this imagine from @imaginexhobbit: Imagine getting into an argument with Thorin and him saying, “I am a king!” And you look him in the eye and reply with, “I don’t give a shit!” + this imagine from @imaginethorin: Imagine arm wrestling Thorin for the best sleeping spots along the quest || More Thorin fics || Fanfiction masterlist

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anonymous asked:

dear yayaha, i have a... weird fetish... I want to tell my partner about it but... I'm worried they'll want to leave because of it. Do you have any experience with telling a partner your kink? - a foot fetishist

[[The following letter is notably not written with typical Lalafellin dexterity, but rather, looks akin to what would happen if a rhinoceros managed to grip a pen.]]

Dear A Foot Fetishist!

It is I, Yayaha’s retainer, Hard Rock! I have noticed this letter of yours gathering dust on her desk for far too many nights! As such, I have taken it upon myself to give this question the attention it deserves; the delicate touch of a man!

But before we address the hulking meat of the topic, let it be known that there is nothing wrong or weird about your fetish! What are feet, if not bigger, longer hands? What happens if you do a handstand? Do your hands not become the feet? Does that not mean your feet become hands? It makes you think, does it not…?

In any case, one should look at fetishes as akin to spices or condiments on a meal, with sex being the meal in this metaphor! Not everyone enjoys the same things on their food, and that’s okay! So long as you aren’t forcibly squirting your condiments all over their, err, I mean, acting on said fetishes without consulting your partner first, then there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!

So, assuming your partner is mature enough to understand that everyone has their preferences, simply broaching the topic of what one another enjoys in the bedroom should be enough! Perhaps there are some kinks they’re hiding from you as well, fearing the very same thing that you fear! Perhaps they enjoy their meals with no spices or condiments of any kind! Some may call that boring or bland, but it is just as valid and delicious! You are partners, yes? One would hope that your connection can survive the revelation what appendages you enjoy rubbing on your genitals! Just be sure to respect whether or not they’re willing to indulge your tastes! Likewise, you must treat them with the same respect if they divulge their own favorite toppings to you!

But, should the worst come to pass, just remember to remain the adult! Always take the high road, friend, and hold that chin high! Let no one judge you for what you enjoy, even if it’s pineapple on pizza! With luck, you’ll find that you and your partner are both very much into rubbing your feet all over one another. And if not…well…there’s plenty of fish in the sea! Fish with feet…I think…that’s a thing, right?

ALWAYS ROOTING FOR YOU,

HARD ROCK

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Harry & Ben short story? could be NSFW, or some head-canons

I hope headcannons are ok :)

- After Descendants 2, Ben decides he needs to have a talk with Uma, Gil, and Harry and welcome them to Auradon and make sure they’re well treated.

- Harry doesn’t show up in any of the meetings. Ben grows irritated. So one day he searches for the pirate and finds him sitting on top of a tree throwing rocks at one of the dorm windows.

- “You’ll break that window with enough force. I don’t think who ever is in there will appreciate that.”

- “They won’t appreciate it. But they need to be rocked off their feet.”

- “You know them?”

- “I do.” Harry chucks another rock and the glass cracks slightly.

- “Why haven’t you shown up to any of the meetings.” Ben gets to the point. He studies Harry who sits calmly on the tree.

- “No meetin’s gonna make me feel better.”

- “And throwing rocks will?”

- Harry flicks a rock to the King. “Take a shot your highness.” He takes a bow

- Ben chucks the rock with all his might, even with his practice with tourney the force he put caused the rock to curve wildly.

- The former villain laughs. Harry approaches Ben with a bigger rock. He places it in his hand. “Throw like this.” He glides his hand through the air.

- Ben nods and feels the shivers in his spine as Harry whispers.

- Ben does the exact same motion and throws it. The glass shatters. Two screams come from the room.

- Harry bursts into laughter and surprisingly Ben joins in.

- “Harry! You’re dead!” The voice from the dorm screams. It’s Evie. Her head is peered out the window and she’s shaking her fist.

- “Lets go before Princess catches up with a glitter gun.”

- The two run off into the woods.

- “why do you do that.” “What? Throw rocks into people’s windows? I only do it to Evie. It’s the third window she’s had to replace this month. But I need something to remind me that I’m evil.”

- “what if you’re not evil?”

- “it’s the only thing I’ve ever known.”

- “let me show you what good feels like.”

- Ben grabs his hand and drags him towards the enchanted lake.

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…

*flashback*

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A Song of Ice and Fire AU  ♦ Hoya of House Lanniser
“Hear Me Roar!”

House Lannister of Casterly Rock is one of the Great Houses of Seven Kingdoms, and the principal house of the Westerlands. Their seat is Casterly Rock, though another branch exists that is based in nearby Lannisport. Together they are the Wardens of the West. They are known for their silver tongue, pride and perfect appearance.  

Home Is Not a Place

Fandom: Critical Role
Pairing: Pikelan
Wordcount: 3646
AO3

Summary:  Sometimes, forgiveness didn’t happen right away. Sometimes, things took time.

Scanlan knew this. He’d also never been known for his patience. He was trying to give Pike her space, though, he really was. He knew she had every right to still be mad, even after a week of traveling with him again.

And then fate- or rather, Keyleth- intervened.

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