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Star Trek Soundtracks Masterpost

For everybody’s listening needs! Feel free to add on if you didn’t see any of your favorites! Big shoutout to @lieutenant-sapphic for helping me out with this and also for being excited over Jerry Goldsmith and James Horner with me, you’re amazing!!!

Ancient Battle (yes, this is the fight music from Amok Time)

Ruth

Ilia’s Theme

Main Theme from Star Trek: The Motion Picture

The Enterprise

Spock’s Arrival

Main Theme from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

Enterprise Clears Moorings

The Genesis Cave

Genesis Countdown

Spock Dies

Amazing Grace

Epilogue and End Title

Main Theme from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock

The Mind Meld

Stealing the Enterprise

Spock Endures Pon Farr

A Fighting Chance to Live

Returning to Vulcan

Main Theme from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

The Mountain

Let’s Get out of Here

Main Theme from First Contact

Nailin’ the Kelvin

Labor of Love

Hella Bar Talk

Main Theme from Star Trek XI (Enterprising Young Men)

An Endangered Species

You Snowin’ Me?

I Gotta Beam Me

That New Car Smell

To Boldly Go and End Credits

Sub Prime Directive

London Calling

Demotion Emotion

London Falling

Meld-Merized

Human Popsicles

Warp Core Values

Buying the Space Farm

The San Fran Hustle

Kirk Enterprises

Main Theme from Star Trek XII: Into Darkness

Ode to Harrison

Ode to Vengeance

Thank Your Lucky Star Date

Night on the Yorktown

To Thine Own Death Be True

Hitting the Saucer a Little Hard

Spock’s Vulcan Grip on Death

Franklin, My Dear

Spock Speaks Hive

Crash Decisions

The Dreaded Rear Admiral

Par-Tay for the Course

Jaylah’s Theme

Yorktown Theme

Main Theme from Voyager

OOPS...

A/N: WOW I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH OH WOW OH WOWOWOW

  • PAIRING: Young!Sirius Black x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which a naive Y/N walks in on Sirius changing, and it suddenly becomes awkward.
  • WARNINGS: cursing
  • WORDS: 219

Winter was everyone’s adored season in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The freezing weather was what every student was keen to since they would be bundled up in layers of sweaters and jackets, especially the hot chocolate that was held in their glove-covered hands. A thick layer of snow was covered on the outside of Hogwarts, making the scenery look the most exquisite. 

Y/N looked outside the immense window of the homey Gryffindor Common Room in delight, the reason being this was the usual type of weather that she had the most fun with the Marauders. She grinned from ear to ear already running towards the boy’s dormitory, barging in the Marauders shared room. Before she can open the door she’s already screaming at the top of her lungs, “Guys! Guys! It’s snowin- oh fuck!” 

The girl cut off her own sentence when she realized what she had barged into. Her best friend, Sirius Black, was standing there wide-eyed in a vertical striped beige dress shirt and white—very tight—underwear, feeling astonished. She tried her best not to look at the area where she felt the most aroused. 

“I-I am so sorry, I’m just gon-” She grabbed the door handle and let herself out. The Y/H/C girl leaned against the door, letting out a dramatic sigh. 

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Imagine spending the night at Niall’s apartment for the first time.

He’s watching you worriedly as you pull on your coat, shaking your arms through it. “Baby, it’s late, and snowin’. Why dontcha just stay the night with me?”

You frown at him, fluttering a bit nervously by the door. He’s still sitting on the couch, watching you with a hopeful expression. “I…I don’t wanna impose…”

His eyebrows furrow. “How the fuck would ya ever be imposin’ on me? You’re me girl.”

You blush before giving him a small smile and taking off your coat carefully. “Okay, fine, I’ll stay,” you say as you hang the coat back up.

Niall smiles, eyes sparkling. “I’ll go grab ya a shirt to wear to bed.” He heaves himself up from the couch and pads to the bedroom. You follow, a bit more unsure. You don’t know what to expect, or what he’s expecting from you, if anything.

You watch as Niall starts humming as he’s searching for a shirt. He finally grabs one and a pair of gym shorts, and holds them up to you with a vulnerable look on his face. “these…these alright then, petal?”

He’s nervous. There’s a slight quaver to his voice. “Yeah, those are good,” you say softly and walk over and kiss his cheek before taking the clothes. “I’ll go change, okay? Then I’m gonna hit the sack.”

Niall nods his head and gives your bum a smack as you walk by, chuckling at your squeal and reproachful look. “Got it, darlin’.”

You change in his bathroom, heart pounding in your chest. You’re spending the night in Niall’s apartment. It’s unbelievable.

After folding up today’s clothes, you head back to his bedroom, and spot Niall sitting upright against the headboard, covers situated over his legs. He looks almost anxious, but when he sees you, his lips break into a wide smile. “C'mon over here, I won’t bite,” he says and pats the space next to him.

You set your folded clothes on his dresser and go over to the side he indicates, crawling in next to him and bundling yourself under the covers. Niall slides down beside you. “Baby, I’m not expectin’ nothin’. Okay? We’re just going to sleep.”

“Okay,” you whisper, turning to face him. “That’s good with me.” In fact, a weight is lifted off your chest, and Niall wraps those strong arms of his around you suddenly, pulling you so close to him.

You snuggle your face in his chest. This feels so…right. Like nothing bad could ever happen, safe in his arms. Like the world isn’t even turning anymore. Tomorrow doesn’t exist, but the warmth of Niall’s body radiating into yours under the covers does. The feeling of his hand tracing up and down your back does. He’s so soft and gentle with you. “This was a good idea.” You say as you snuggle closer to him.

Niall laughs. “Just usin’ me for me body, I see.”

You giggle and playfully nod along, causing him to make a wounded noise in the back of his throat. “Me heart!”

You look up at him and press the softest of kisses against his lips, your eyes closing for just a second. You feel more than hear the hitch in his breath, before you wordlessly pull back.

Niall looks down at you like you’re a fallen star, a wonder before him. “G…goodnight, darlin’.”

Your eyes close, safe in the knowledge that you are protected by this man. He would never hurt you. “Goodnight Niall.”

We’re as different as can be
I’ve noticed you’re remarkably relaxed
And I’m overly uptight
We balance out each other nicely

You wear sandals in the snow
In mid-July I still feel cold
We’re opposites in every way
But I can’t resist it when you say

Hello, how are you my darling today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do
I do adore

ok to tag as kin/me/id/etc :3!

Music Series: Northern Wind by City and Colour

This is the first City and Colour song I ever heard and liked it from that first listen. It’s also one of the songs that, when I first decided to start the Music Series, I thought it would make a good imagine, so when I saw the request for it, I already had it forming in my mind.

This is “Northern Wind” by City and Colour, which can be heard HERE on my Spotify playlist called ‘Acoustic Love’.

Thank you for requesting, Anon!

Seems I have an easier workday today so I’ll fit in as many new imagines as I can. Thank you for your sweet words, my lovely followers! I’m busting that so many of you are enjoying it as much as I enjoy writing them. I try to take them in the order requested, always loving the challenge of not knowing what is next, so thank you for the requests, and for the likes, messages, reblogs, and follows!

Kisses! xo

Shelli

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You’re the Northern Wind

Sending shivers down my spine

You’re like fallen leaves

In an autumn night

You’re the lullaby

That’s singing me to sleep

You are the other half

You’re like a missing piece

Harry watched you as you talked with his mom and sister at a family wedding.

Sometimes it blew Harry’s mind how much he loved you. You were a comfort to him. Another piece that fit perfectly together with him. If he thought on it enough, he felt tears well up and a lump form in his throat. He knew he was lucky to find you. Lucky that you were in love with him, too.

You never complained about the shit you went through to be the girlfriend of Harry Styles. Your smile never faltered. He knew you were always there for him, even when he couldn’t understand why you stuck around and dealt with it all. No other girl ever had.

Yes…lucky.

Oh my love

Oh my love

Oh my love

You don’t know

What you do to me

You felt Harry’s hand find your waist and pull you against him, his lips lightly kissing your neck.

“Where’ve you been?” you asked with a smile.

“Just taking in the occasion,” he returned, hugging you tightly.

“Your mom was looking for you,” you grinned, turning to face him. “Family photos, I think.”

“They’ll find me,” he chuckled, softly layering sweet kisses to your lips. “You look beautiful. Outshining the bride, you are…but don’t tell her.”

You smiled at him as his eyes roamed your face…the full, soft lips he loved to kiss…eyes that could see deeply inside of him…and a nose that he hoped one day the children you would share would have.

You had no idea how deeply he loved you.

You are all four seasons

Rolled into one

You’re like the cold December snow

In the warm July sun

I’m the jet black sky

That’s just before the rain

Like the mighty current

Pullin’ you under the waves

You were his everything. As cliche as that sounded, it was true. The thought of ever being without you in his life shook him sometimes.

As Harry opened your car door, taking your hand to lead you into the restaurant, he sighed heavily at the paparazzi already clicking their cameras. He wasn’t surprised they were there. The birthday gathering of a dear friend in the business had been slipped to them somehow, and they were eager to pop off as many photos of well-knowns coming and going as they could. As they pressed a bit tighter in as the two of you approached the entrance of the building, Harry’s hand left yours to wrap tightly around you, protecting you from the harshness that could sometimes ensue.

Once inside, Harry leaned to you, lightly kissing your cheek and speaking quietly against your ear.

“Sorry about that,” he unnecessarily apologized. You gave him a look that told him to not apologize.

“How long have we been together now?” you asked. “Don’t you know by now that it doesn’t bother me?”

You smiled at him and felt him squeeze your shoulders as you were both lead into the private party.

I’m the darkest hour

Just before the dawn

And I’m slowly sinking

Into the slough of despond

Like an old guitar

Worn out and left behind

I have stories still to tell

They’re of the healing kind

Harry lay in the bed, watching you sleep on the pillow next to his, oblivious to the new day that was already starting. He knew you loved him, but it was inevitable the worry that would sometimes creep in and take over his mind, telling himself that one day you may decide you had had enough of dodging paps and fans, camera lenses, false gossip and stories circulating around Harry constantly. He couldn’t imagine a life without you ever again, nor did he want to.

Everyone had insecurities and worries, even Harry. You were beautiful, inside and out, and other men knew that, too. Men who didn’t have a crazy life. Men who had a normal job, and relaxing evenings and weekends, and time for romantic holidays with the women they loved.

Harry kissed your shoulder lightly, not meaning to wake you, but seeing you stir beside him anyway. He slid closer to you, nuzzling his nose and kisses against the side of your face, his arm pulling your body against him as his leg wrapped around yours.

“Morning”, you croaked, clearing your voice of its morning raspiness.

“Mornin’, love,” Harry returned, pressing his lips lightly against your cheek. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not,” you grinned.

Harry smiled then pulled away enough to look into your face.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked sincerely.

You looked at him, seeing the serious look on his face and knowing he was having the doubts that sometimes popped up into his mind when he was worrying about things you insisted he had no reason to worry about.

“I believe I do,” you said matter-of-factly. “You show me constantly, tell me every day. I hope you know I love you just as much.”

He smiled shyly, shrugging his shoulders a bit and kissing your jaw softly.

“Just…” he started, hesitating briefly. “I just still have a lifetime of love to share with you, and want you to never doubt my love for you, or what you do to me that makes me realize every day how lucky I am to have you. Never want you to question it.”

“I don’t,” you assured him. “So please, never doubt me either. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

You grinned as he giggled, pulling you under him, kissing away any doubts that could be lingering in his mind.

Oh my love

Oh my love

Oh my love

If I could just

Find you tonight

If I could just find you tonight

Oh my love

Ch 37/? - The Golden Age That Never Was (RotG/Blackice)

Title: The Golden Age That Never Was (37/?)

Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jack Frost/Kozmotis ‘Pitch’ Pitchiner
Characters: Jack Frost, Kozmotis Pitchiner/Pitch Black, E. Aster Bunnymund, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana, Nicholas St. North, Jamie Bennett, Seraphina Pitchiner, The Man in the Moon, Tsar Lunanoff, Tsarina Lunanoff, Cupcake.
   
Warnings/Tags: Hurt/comfort, Whump, Angst, Book & Movie Combination, Friendship, Minor Character Death, Slow burn, Abuse of Power/Authority, Dysfunctional Relationships, Power Play, Corporal Punishment, Adventure, Space Opera (kiiiind of), Golden Age, D/s, Initiation, Kink, Injury, Grief, AU, apologies to canon enthusiasts and people who love authentic representations of space. (Please see AO3 for more tags).                  

Summary: Soldier in training Jack Overland is approaching the day of his initiation, finally he’ll learn how to fight back against the living darkness and serve the Tsar and Tsarina Lunanoff. More importantly, maybe it will get him closer to Royal Admiral Kozmotis Pitchiner, Jack’s hero, champion of the people. If only anything ever worked out the way it should.

TGATNW - Chapter 37 - A Cottage in the Snow

In which Pitch is sleep-deprived and grumpy, and Jack doesn’t realise that he is also sleep-deprived and grumpy. This goes about as well as you can expect. Oh also, Sharpwood is there.

I am heavy with hungers,

irresolute. I have seen

many winters, yet have not

learned the lessons

they brought to my door -

in the ice cold

in the blue snow

in the death

of the animals,

in the blood.

All things touch me -

I flinch at thought.

Flinch once at the blood,

at my stone, pale expression.

I flinch, again, at your touch.

Title: I do Adore
Song: I do Adore by Mindy Gledhill
Pairing: Logic/Morality
Warning: None
A/N: So this is my first FF that I’m posting so yeah… English is not my first language so i may have spelling mistakes and wrong grammar but I tired :/

ALSO! It’s all thanks to @prinxietys that made me ship them. Thanks a lot, I didn’t needed a new ship xD

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Helen

AN: this doesn’t have a title because I suck at titles but also because I made it for Helen as a little something for Christmas. I hope she enjoys and I hope the rest of you enjoy as well. Merry Christmas 💕

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Originally posted by ramosanthonys

“Gilbert, I’m freezing,” you whined, pulling your jacket tighter around you. You had been over at his place to help him bake cookies but you ended up doing nothing but napping and when you woke, you were snowed in with nothing, other than the baking you should have done, to do. 

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Jingle Bells - Metro Version

Crashing through the snow
In a car made out of scrap
‘round the streets we go
No time to check the map!

Demons on our tail
My comrades start to wail
If we’re not fast our lives won’t last
And our mission: it will fail
OH

Jingle Bells,
This tunnel smells,
My flashlight’s almost dead

Those sounds are weird,
they’re to be feared,
and I think they’re in my head
HEY

Jingle bells
The bloodstains tell
Of a station torn apart

We’re out of luck
And we’re all stuck
Under Moscow’s frozen heart

The real value of Regina's wish to follow Emma

BECAUSE THIS IS STILL SO UNDERRATED FOR ME.


We all know and it was established in the show how tricky wishes can be. 

Regina, going after Emma, had no idea at all what will happen. Who knows how the wish mechanics would work. 

 What if she found Emma living her bailbondsperson’s life in Maine and she would think Regina’s crazy when she found her, and she couldn’t make her believe or get back to Storybrooke. What if the truth was that Emma was inherently tied to being the Savior from birth, and the only way for her to never become a Savior was to never exist and Regina was wiped from the existence too. What if there was no way of getting Emma back and Regina would be left  fruitlessly trying to get Emma to remember. What if she lost magic in this AU and would be helpless against Snowin. What if the world being fake meant nothing really works here and the magic beanie didn’t work, and Regina would be forever trapped there, destined to die alone in fake reality, spending her life on looking for the way out, with nobody believing her. What if she got into some warped reality where Emma’s light was flipped to complete darkness and (well I know it’s too dark for the show) she would imprison Regina and torture her because she was clearly a suspicious intruder with this unfamiliar attire and all. 

 I’m sure you could think of many ideas to interpret Emma’s and Regina’s wishes in some really screwed up way. 

So, Emma followed Hook to Hell, but she had all her family with her, ready to defend and help her and at least some concept of where she was going to. But Regina not only followed Emma to Hell too, she also followed her LITERALLY WHO KNOWS WHERE, completely alone, not even knowing what to expect and missing half of her essence. She not only risked her life, she basically risked everything, any fate worse than death, anything could happen.

If Emma Swan got sucked into a freaking black hole or kidnapped by aliens Regina Mills would’ve probably followed her and figured out how to bring her back