second-honeymoon

Okay but guys we all thought that both Victor and Yuuri started behaving like two embarrasing parents since episode 8, but the truth is they’ve been treating Yurio like their own son since the series started.

Dad trying to give some advice.

REBELLIOUS CHILD THINKS HE KNOWS BEST “DAD, I MADE IT, STOP BOTHERING.”

ALWAYS BEING SUPPORTIVE TOWARDS HIS KID.

THIS BEING ONE OF THE FEW MEMORIES WHICH CAN MAKE HIM SMILE LIKE THAT.

NOW WE HAVE THE PATIENT DAD.

And this… they look like a family on vacations.

THEY JUST WANT THEIR SON TO HAVE SOME FUN.

BUT THE BABY BOY IS JUST TOO CLASSY FOR THIS TYPE OF TRIPS.

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DADS, I ALREADY TOLD YOU BOTH I CAN’T TAKE BATHS WITH OTHER PEOPLE, AND WHY CAN’T WE STAY IN A BIGGER HOTEL?!, THIS SUCKS I’M GOING TO BED.“

BUT FIRST GIVE ME FOOD.

AND A BATH. SUCH A DEMANDING CHILD.

Also…

Always be sure to teach your kids manners.

“OK YOU TWO, STOP WITH THE FLIRTING! YOUR SECOND HONEYMOON WAS WEEKS AGO.”

Always wants their attention.

PROUD PARENTS. “He’s grown so much…”

“Yeah, that’s our son!”

“We did a good job!”

*THE EMBARRASSING FLIRTING CONTINUES*

“I swear I don’t know them.“

“PLEASE DON’T CALL ME AFTER YOU BOTH KEEP FLIRTING LIKE TWO NEWLY WEDS ON LIVE TV.”

“I’M OUT OF HERE. BYE”

“I’LL CHANGE MY LAST NAME TOO, SO DON’T COME LOOKING FOR ME.”

OKAY BUT JOKES ASIDE, I JUST LOVE THIS BECAUSE VICTOR AND YUURI ARE 27 AND 24, SO JUST IMAGINE, YURIO IS 15, HE IS STILL A KID, WITHOUT EVEN NOTICING IT MIGHT HAVE BECOME A NORMAL HABIT FOR BOTH TO TREAT YURIO AS A YOUNGER BROTHER OR AS THEIR ADOPTED 15 YEAR OLD SON, HOW COULD THEY NOT?

JUST IMAGINE THESE TWO NERDS WHEN THEY ACTUALLY GET TO HAVE THEIR OWN KID?!

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Let’s talk about the second John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s Paris Trip

@mclennonwasreal and I were talking about this second magical and mystery tour and realized that a post about this trip would be interesting for general cultural curiosity of the shippers.
In 1966, John Lennon left the filming of How I Won The War to have a break in Paris, and he met Paul McCartney there.
Apparently Paul was wearing a disguise to escape the attention of the fans:
“They measure you and match the colour of your hair, so it was like a genuine moustache with real glue. And I had a couple of pairs of glasses made with clear lenses, which just made me look a bit different. I put a long blue overcoat on and slicked my hair back with Vaseline and just wandered around and of course nobody recognised me at all. It was good, it was quite liberating for me”. (Paul McCartney - Many Years From Now, Barry Miles)
This trip happened 5 years after the trip John and Paul had in 1961 in Paris, and “it was an echo of the trip John and I made to Paris for his twenty-first birthday” (Paul McCartney - Many Years From Now, Barry Miles).
If Paul was wearing this disguise, he probably was looking like on the first photo. And as John was filming How I Won The War, he was looking like on the second photo. 

Now imagine these two walking in Paris looking like this.

the-fear-you-wont-fall  asked:

You're probably going to kill me with the angst - 14.

socmomofthree:  14 and 21

21 has been done, so here’s 14

A Sad Kiss

Claire lay in bed, tears silently running down her face.  She was turned on her side, curled up, her back to her husband.   

He’d all but accused her of cheating.  

She was angry, tired and hurt.  Five years.  Five years of separation, resisting temptation.  She dared not ask the question in return.  She didn’t care to know the answer.

Being in Scotland was a mistake.  Some second honeymoon.  More like a research trip.  Most hours she was alone.  

Alone among the ghosts.  And there were ghosts here.  Ghosts that haunted Claire.  She’d had the strangest dreams since coming to Inverness. Peaceful dreams of a manor house, and more disquieting dreams of running, searching, losing someone or something.  When she walked through the streets she would feel a shadow cross her path.  When she stood at the shop windows, she felt a presence behind her.  

Never threatening.  Just….there.  Watchful.  Protective.  

She drifted off to sleep feeling the soft breath of a man on her neck.  She arched her back, trying to feel him, invite his touch.  But he wouldn’t.  Or couldn’t.  She looked for him, but the edges were blurred.  She could see the size and shape of him, broad shouldered, and tall.  Red, gold, and mahogany colours all swirled behind her eyelids.  

She hovered in that space between fully asleep and almost awake.  It was here she felt him.  In this twilight of her consciousness, she could feel his lips on hers.

Yearning. Lonely. 

Sad.  The saddest kiss.  

And as so often happened in this subliminal state, she would hear the words, forget me not.   

In 30th September, 1961, John and Paul arrived in Paris.

In September of 1966, exactly 5 years later, John took a break from filming “How I Won the War” to meet Paul in Paris. 

It was an echo of the trip John and I made to Paris for his twenty-first birthday.” - Paul McCartney  


I think they had an imaginary wedding and were celebrating their 5 years wedding anniversary.

imagine ashton tracing calum’s tattoos whenever he gets upset or anxious about something. and most of the time he doesn’t even notice he does it, but calum knows that something’s wrong when ashton’s unusually quiet during an interview and he starts tracing over the alive tattoo on calum’s arm, eyes glued to the floor. as soon as the interview’s over calum pulls ashton aside, telling the other boys they’ll be there in a minute. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “are you okay?” and ashton looks up at him with eyes full of shock and confusion and he says “i thought you couldn’t tell.” calum bites his lip and he’s like “ashton, babe, you were tracing my tattoos again. you can tell me anything, you know? what’s up?” and so ashton starts pouring out his soul, about how he’s been really stressed lately about the tour and the interviews and constant to-do list, and he just wants to get away and have some time to himself. calum wraps him in his arms and runs his fingers through ashton’s curls, whispering reassurances into his ear. “let’s go to hawaii,” calum says. “on our break, you know? let’s just…go to hawaii.” and ashton smiles and laughs a little shakily and he’s like “okay. yeah, hawaii. i love you, you know that, right?” and calum just nods and all he can think about is how lucky he is to be in ashton’s arms.

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From 0 to Albert Rosenfield in Twin Peaks, how done are you with everybody?

Love Online - Chapter 13

This is a continuation of Love Online. You can find previous chapters linked here:  [ Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]  [Chapter 5]  [Chapter 6]  [Chapter 7]  [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]  [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12]  

Finally, after a long break, I’m posting the second part of the Honeymoon.  I hope you enjoy it!!


Honeymoon - Part 2

The next morning, as light filtered in through the window, Jamie awoke to see Claire lying next to him.  She was on her stomach, sleeping peacefully.  Moved by the sight of his lovely bride, he turned to her and pulled back the covers to admire her body.  Her position offered a very nice view of her arse.  He could feel an ache in his groin as he caressed her smooth skin from her shoulders down to her bottom, pausing there to give it a little squeeze.  

He continued caressing her there and she stirred a bit, moving one leg up as she slept.  This gave him even greater advantage as his hand moved to cup her between her legs.  She was so warm and soft, and he let out a soft moan in appreciation.  She stirred again, her breath a little less steady, but she didn’t wake.  

His hand began to move a little, very gently, barely touching.  She sighed in her sleep, and wiggled slightly.  That little movement stirred him and he couldn’t resist her anymore.  He moved down the bed and positioned himself so that he could bend down and kiss one plump cheek.  Then he glided his tongue over it, then down, pushing her legs apart slightly so that he could taste her hot flesh.  

She moved again, sensing the intimate touch.  He felt her arousal as he teased her with his tongue.  She sighed louder and took a deep breath as she began to wake, slowly drifting into a drowsy consciousness.

He slipped a finger inside her moist flesh, while teasing her clit with his other hand.  She moaned, then called out softly, “Jamie….”  Her hips began to move, then, rubbing against his fingers.  

He removed his finger and replaced it once again with his tongue, savoring the taste of her.  Before long, her moans and cries were too much for him and he pulled himself up, hovering over her.  He bent down to plant a soft kiss on the middle of her back then said softly, voice trembling, “Claire, I need ye.”  

“Jamie…” she sighed again in answer.  

He grabbed her hips, pulling them up slightly and she spread her legs further to accept him.  He slid home, his hands still on her hips, pulling her back against him to penetrate deeper.  She cried out, feeling him so deep inside her.  She starting moving with him, feeling him pressed against her womb with each thrust.

“God, Sassenach, I can feel all of ye…every part….so…deep.”  He panted, breath coming shorter, as he took her over and over again.  He cried out, “Claire!” as if his heart would break with the joy of it.  He became more frantic, more desperate to possess her.  She was his and he would show her every day, every moment, the truth of it.  He would also show her that he belonged to her, completely.

He wailed in triumph as he gave one last push, touching her womb, giving over to her and spilling his seed.  He jerked as the waves crashed through him and he could feel her begin to surrender to it.  

“Jamie!  Oh God!” she cried out, as she, too, had her own release, pulsating around him tightly, bringing him deeper as she lost herself.

He moved very slightly, very slowly, a few more times, enjoying the ever-weakening pulses within her flesh, until, at last, they ebbed.  He pulled out slowly, relishing the feel of her as he went.  He lay upon her for a moment, catching his breath, before rolling to the side.

He looked at her, flushed and beautiful, as she raised up on her elbows to look down at him.  

“Well, I must say, that was a lovely way to wake up, love.  You should do that more often.”  She grinned at him and an answering smile formed on his lips.

“Och Aye?  Weel, my wee lassie,” he said in exaggerated brogue, “ye can think of me as yer Scottish alarm clock.”

She laughed out loud, delighted at the thought.  “Oh, Jamie, I do love you.”  She leaned to kiss him, thoroughly exploring his mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss.  “And you can wake me up that way any time.”


After breakfast, they left for Oia, one of the major towns in Santorini, to enjoy a day of swimming at Ammoudi Bay.  They took a boat over to the bay, which was purported to be the most beautiful spot on the island to swim and snorkel.  There was no beach to speak of in Ammoudi Bay, but the boat took them to a wonderful spot where they could dive off into that crystal clear water.

Claire was first to jump in, the coolness of the water a slight shock, but she quickly recovered, gesturing to Jamie to join her.  “Oh it’s wonderful Jamie!  Jump in!”

He did.  Momentarily startled by the temperature, he became accustomed to it quickly and made his way over to Claire.  “Wow, this is beautiful.”

“Yes it is,” she said, smiling.  She swam closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  “And so are you.”

Jamie blushed.  He wrapped his arms around her, trying to stay afloat by the sheer power of his legs.  It wouldn’t last long, though.  “If we’re going to do this, we should probably go into shallower water.  I’d hate to drown as we are lost in the moment.”

She laughed and let go.  “You’re probably right.  How about we go jump off the rocks over there?”

Jamie looked in the direction she had indicated and saw several lads at the top of the cliff, preparing to jump into the water, so far below.  He turned white.

Claire laughed again.  “Not those rocks, silly.  I mean the ones near the dock.”  This time she pointed.

Jamie sighed in relief.  “Thank God.  Sure, that should be fun.”  

They swam over to the shore and scrambled up onto the rocks.  Jamie grabbed her, picking her up into his arms.  “I love you,” he said, smiling sweetly.  

She wrapped her arms around his neck.  “And I love you, Jamie.”  She leaned to kiss him tenderly.  After a long while, they finally broke the kiss.

Jamie’s smile broadened.  “Well, looks like we’re in this together, Claire.”

Claire looked puzzled.  “What do you mean?”

Before she knew what happened, Jamie suddenly jumped into the water, carrying her with him in his arms.  As they surfaced, they were both laughing heartily, snorting with mirth.  

“You’ll pay for that, you know?” Claire said, smiling.

“Oh really?  And how do you mean to punish me?”  He grinned, one eyebrow lifting in question. She saw the gleam of mischief in his eyes.

She wrapped her arms around him again, her legs following suit.  She tilted her hips very slightly, but it was enough to make her meaning clear.  “Oh, I’ll think of something.”  

After a delightful few hours swimming, snorkeling, and diving, they decided to have dinner at one of the fabulous restaurants along the bay.  They sampled many wonderful dishes, while looking out onto the water from their lovely table on the terrace.  The sun was setting in the distance, sprinkling golden shards of light on the surface.  It was pure magic.


After dinner, they made their way back to the villa, skin warm and flushed from a day in the sun.  

“Why don’t you go out on the balcony, and I’ll see if we have any more wine.  I won’t be long,” Claire said.

“Alright, love.  Hurry back.”  He kissed her shoulder as she turned toward the kitchen.

Jamie went out to the balcony, still enamored with the beautiful view.  His thoughts seemed to dwell on her.  He was obsessed, and he knew it.  Was it wrong to want your wife above all other things?  He didn’t think so.  

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.  Who would be texting him on his honeymoon?  He almost didn’t check it, but thought he’d better do so in case it was an emergency.  He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen.  A grin formed on his face as he realized who it was from.

Claire:  Meet me in 5 minutes.  

Jamie:  Where are you?

Claire:  Follow the rose petals.

Jamie didn’t know what she was up to, but he knew that whatever it was, it was going to be very good.  He went inside and, seeing the rose petals on the floor, followed them into the bedroom.  On top of the bed, there was a small note.

Take off your clothes and come to me.

Hmmm, he thought. She wants me naked…this is definitely a good thing.  He smiled again to himself as he began undressing.  Once he had divested himself of his clothes, he picked up the trail of rose petals on the other side of the bed. He could see now that they led into the bathroom.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, he was surprised to see that the room was dark, except for the warm glow of a dozen candles.  The trail of roses ended at the foot of the enormous tub, and inside the tub was Claire.  More rose petals floated on top of the water and around her body, making her look as if she grew out of a garden.  His breath caught at the sight of her, so beautiful in the golden light, surrounded by a sea of crimson.  

“Claire,” Jamie said, half choked with emotion.

Claire smiled at him and raised her arms to him, beckoning.  “Come to me, my love.”

He stepped toward the tub as she moved forward, giving him room to sit down behind her.  Once he entered the fragrant water, he sighed in pleasure at the warmth surrounding him.  He sighed even deeper as she leaned back against him.  

He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to him.  Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he leaned to kiss her neck.  “Oh, my love.  You are so beautiful.”  His hands moved up to cup her breasts, slick with water and some sort of fragrant oil.  “Dear God, Claire.  Ye feel like heaven.  I want to touch ye, caress ye, and take ye over and over.”

“You feel quite amazing yourself.”  She pushed her hips back further into his groin and groaned at the feel of his hardening flesh pressed against her bottom.  

He growled a little, a deep guttural sound, like a wild cat about to pounce.  His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Jamie,” she cried out, with a sound almost like pain.  

Jamie continued with her breasts until she whimpered, desperate for more.  One of his hands slid down her torso, resting first on her stomach, then moved further down to touch her soft, hot flesh.  She whimpered and tilted her hips, pressing harder against his hand, needing to increase the pressure of his touch.  He caressed the tender flesh, feeling it swell with arousal as he whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to take ye, Claire.  I’m going to pleasure ye till ye cry out my name.  I want to hear ye beg for me to take ye again and again.”

She moaned, both in approval and in pleasure as he parted the sensitive tissues with his fingers.  His legs wrapped around her, trapping her own, and pulled them further apart, giving him even greater access.  

She sighed again as he moved one finger slowly inside her, bringing with it a rush of warm water.  He moved his finger as she began to grind her hips into him.  

His own hips moved with her, as he savored the liquid friction of his hard flesh rubbing against her.  He groaned louder, close to coming undone, then pulled his finger out of her.  He lifted her by the hips, weightless in the warm water, and positioned her atop him, sheathing himself to the root.

She cried, “Jamie,” with a whimper of desperate need, wanting to take him wholly inside her, body and soul.  “Please,” she cried, tears running down her face, so overcome with emotion.

Jamie leaned toward her ear. “That’s right, Sassenach.  Beg me.  Cry out for me. Tell me.  Tell me Claire!”

“Jamie!!”  She moved on him, so urgent for release.  The water sloshed around the tub with their movements, dangerously close to spilling over.  They didn’t care.  All there was in that moment was the two of them as one being, one soul, one heart.

She rode him faster and harder, her body nearing its peak.  She cried, “Jamie,” over and over again.

“Yes, Sassenach.  Come to me!  Tell me!”  His own voice was getting louder with the passion of impending release.

“Jamie!”  She cried out, sobbing with emotion as she shuddered atop him.  Her pelvis rocked on his as she rode the waves of her climax, feeling the pulses move inside her.

After only a moment, she felt Jamie stiffen and then felt a warm rush flooding her inside.  She was still impaled, and the violent quakes of his flesh within her made her shudder anew.  She slowly lifted and slid back down on him, feeling him once more, until, at last, they lay spent.

Later that night, as Claire slept in his arms, Jamie said a silent prayer, thanking God for the gift of his wife, his Sassenach, his Claire.

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Beauty beacons of fiction:

Claire Beauchamp // Outlander

Claire is a nurse who went on a second honeymoon with her husband Frank after WW II and fell through time by touching a bewitched stone that brings her to the 18th century. There, she marries highlander Jamie Fraser to stay out of the claws of the English, Black Jack Randall (one of Frank’s dirct ancesors) in particular. She is portrayed by Caitorina Balfe.