standing in the water this time

au where isak teaches surf at the beach and on a boring tuesday there’s a tall boy walking towards him with a bright smile and pink cheeks from the warm weather and isak is stunned. until said boy stands on the surf board, saying he’s done this a few times and only needs a little more help, and he falls off and into the water and isak bursts out laughing but bites down on his bottom lip when even walks back up to him, “okay i might have been like 9 when i did this” and isak furrows his brows with a pout, crossing his arms, “really? couldnt tell ,u were really good” and cant help but laugh when even raises an eyebrow with a grin and a tilt of his head. “i need some tips i guess” and isak nods, “well. u got the look so thats done” and he points at his hair pulled back by sunglasses when even stares at him, even blushes and touches his wet hair but isak doesnt let him think of anything to say, he gets his own board and starts with the basics. after theyre done with that, there are a lot of touching involved, isak trying to get evens body right, “dude youre so tall” isak tells him when he’s between evens thighs and even rubs at the back of his neck, “yeah that. makes this even harder” and then isak is standing in front of him eyeing him up and down then theres a smile on his face “but not impossible” and then there are hands on evens waist putting him in place and isak thinks evens oblivious to how isak doesnt /need/ to linger his touch while he’s explaining other stuff, and isaks enjoying this way more than he should but even moves closer when after their lesson isak touches his arm encouragingly and none of them move for a while. isak tells even he needs a couple of more lessons and evens too quick to nod and agree. its 4 days later when isak asks even out on dinner to a small restaurant on the beach and its a couple of more hours after that when they have a race to the water and even splashes him jokingly, and its a few more minutes after that when isak cups his jaw and kisses even and the waves hitting at their ankles is soft and even kisses back when someone starts playing the guitar not that far from them

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Shoot + Water

One: For When She Wakes Up Screaming

Don’t touch her (remember your scar from the first time)

Just drag your self from the bed

Pour her a glass of water

Sit next to her until she drinks it all

Love her

Two: For When She Falls Asleep Covered In Blood

Wake her from a distance (remember the bruise around your neck)

Start the shower, scalding hot

Help her undress with her eyes closed

Scrub her clean as she falls asleep standing

Love her

Three: For When She Loses Someone

Make her leave (remember her death grip on the mother’s corpse)

Let her cry as many tears as it takes

Summon the ounce of gentleness you possess

Kiss Every Single Tear Away

Love her

Four: For When She’s Feeling Restless

Tell her to stop breaking things (remember the picture frame of you both)

Force her out of the barren apartment

Talk to her as you drag her through the city

Push her into the pool where you proposed

Love her

Love her

Love her

Everything is underwater.

I am breathing 
and then I am not.
I am breathing 
and then it is too much and 
all the water has soaked through my
paper lungs.

The world is blanketed in a
haze that shimmers and morphs,
keeping everything slightly out of focus.
I am in one room
and then I am in another.
I am here, and then I am

Time slows to a stand still.
Either that, or I am the one who
is standing still,
and time is moving around me,
stretching out all the edges;
taking leaps each time
I blink.

When I surface, everything is much too loud.
The clock has found its rhythm again,
but the tick is still slurred.
When the sun rises,
it almost looks like 
no one drowned here.
I cough up water
for days.



Candles: Color and Purpose

Candles are seen as the most powerful object for witches. If one lights a candle while reciting a chant or prayer for enlightenment, empowerment, and good health is one way to use a candle. One can also ward off negative energy and impart positive energy into one’s life using a candle also. 

Historical Uses

  • Birthdays were the first ritual with candles used. Many believe the practice of wishing and blowing out the candle brought this wish to the gods who would grant it via the smoke. 
  • Candles represent earth (wax), air (smoke), water (melted wax), and fire (flaming wick).

Magical Uses

  • Always be in the right frame of mind, or the spell will create an opposite effect intended
  • Allow candle to burn down on its own for most rituals 
  • When the candle has extinguished itself, the spell will be complete
  • Some rituals and spells may ask for the candle to be extinguished and then re-lit the next day
  • Never leave a candle unattended 
  • Give decent amounts of time for the candle to burn

Choosing a Candle 

  • Magickally disinfecting your candles before using them is very important, since the energy from those who shipped it may linger on the wax. It is good to make your own candles from scratch for this reason also. 
  • Avoid dipped candles such as white candles dipped into colored wax. Try to find ones solid color throughout  

Cleansing Your Candle

  • Depending upon your preference, you can do a few things to cleanse your candle, such as leaving it outside for a week in the garden to soak up the moon’s rays at night
  • For a less time-consuming cleansing, you may anoint your candle, using water and oils prior to the spell or ritual:
  1. Wipe clean with a paper towel, removing all dirt 
  2. Prepare a solution of spring water, one teaspoon of sea salt, and warm until the salt dissolves. Allow to cool, and then pour back into the bottle. Keep this in the refrigerator for about a month for use over time. 
  3. Intent. Stand in front of your sink, hold the candle in your left hand (nearer to your heart). Be very careful not to wet the wick, and pour a small amount of the sea salt spring water solution over the candle. If using a tea-light candle for quick burn time, remove the candle from its casing before cleansing with the water. Take a fresh paper towel and dry the candle very well and say the following: “This magickal water cleanses thee, with good intent and purity” (Robbins and Bedell, 2017).
  4. Inscribe the candle with a small, sharp knife or thick needle, and scratch your full name and your wish into the wax. It is not important that it be legible, nor the location where inscribed. The words will clout the spell more as the candle burns down. 
  5. To anoint your candle, pour some pure vegetable oil into a bowl. This oil is used for most anointing, but if using a spell for health and well-being, you may mix in a few drops of other oils if you wish. Lavender is common for health and well-being spells and will make the magick more intense. Hold the candle in your left hand again and dip the first finger of your right hand into the oil and run it down the candle from top to bottom in a line. If anointing a tea-light, place it back in its casing, dip your finger into the oil, and smear it in a clockwork motion around the top of the candle wax. Say this invocation: “This magickal oil anoints thee, with all things good, magickally” (Robbins and Bedell, 2017). The candle is now cleansed, charged, and ready to be placed in a suitable holder in preparation for the spell you choose. 
  6. Rhyming and repetition can help add punch to a spell. A lot of ancient and prewritten spells will rhyme with a poetic fluidity. Repeating the spell will give power to the message each time. The most magickal numbers that represent completion are 7, 9, and 12. 
  7. To end the spell, you will need to close the ritual. Choose one of the phrases such as “and so it is” or “the spell is cast” or “so mote it be” before looking upward and saying “thank you.” 

Colorful Uses

  • The correct color is the most important thing with candle use
  • Some spells are exact to the color needed, and others more flexible 
  • When in doubt, always use a white candle for it is neutral 

Color Correspondances 

  • White
    • Cleansing homes
    • Purifying spaces
    • Creating harmony
    • Invoking spirits
    • Improving communication with others
    • Summoning guides and angels
    • For use in every situation 
  • Blue 
    • Promoting restful sleep
    • Finding the truth
    • Gaining wisdom and knowledge
    • Invoking psychic visions
    • Calming emotions
    • Suppressing anger
    • Aiding meditation
    • Moving your house
    • Becoming more patient with others
    • Curing a fever
    • Having a better understanding
    • Protection 
  • Red
    • Promoting strength and vigor
    • Rejuvenating energy and stamina
    • Conjuring willpower
    • Summoning courage
    • Inciting passion and sexual love
    • Sparking enthusiasm
    • Prompting quick results
    • Warding off enemies
    • Becoming more attractive to others
  • Pink
    • Healing emotions
    • Attracting romance
    • Becoming more caring
    • Inviting peace and tranquility 
    • Healing rifts
    • Banishing selfish emotions
    • Protecting family and friendships
    • Invoking spiritual healing
    • Being more compassionate 
  • Green
    • Accumulating money and wealth
    • Promoting prosperity and abundance
    • Accomplishing goals
    • Growing plants
    • Attracting luck
    • Negotiating employment matters and finding new jobs
    • Hastening conception and solving fertility issues
    • Casting out greed and resentment 
  • Yellow
    • Increasing activity
    • Resolving health matters
    • Nurturing creativity and imagination
    • Passing exams and learning
    • Aiding concentration
    • Controlling mood swings
    • Protecting yourself when traveling
    • Persuading others
    • Healing problems associated with the head
  • Orange
    • Increasing energy and stamina 
    • Improving the mind and memory
    • Promoting success and luck
    • Developing business and career
    • Helping those with new jobs
    • Clarifying legal matters and justice 
    • Selling goods or houses
    • Capturing a thief or recovering lost property 
    • Removing fear
  • Purple
    • Summoning spirit help
    • Bringing peace, tranquility, and harmony
    • Improving psychic ability 
    • Aiding astral projection
    • Healing
    • Easing sadness
    • Improving male energy 
    • Summoning spiritual protection
  • Brown
    • Attuning with the trees and earth
    • Promoting concentration
    • Helping with decisiveness
    • Protecting animals
    • Amplifying assertiveness 
    • Aiding friendships
    • Bringing material gain
    • Gaining mental stability
    • Connecting with Mother Nature
    • Studying and learning
  • Silver
    • Summoning the Mother Goddess
    • Drawing down the moon
    • Connecting with lunar animals
    • Purifying female energy
    • Improving all psychic abilities
    • Aiding clairvoyance and the unconscious mind
    • Ridding negativity
    • Developing intuition 
    • Interpreting messages in dreams
    • Banishing bad habits
  • Gold
    • healing and enhancing well-being
    • Rejuvenating yourself
    • Improving intelligence
    • Bringing financial gain and wealth
    • Winning competitions
    • Attracting love and happiness
    • Maintaining peace in families
    • Cosmic ordering
  • Black
    • Protection
    • Strength
    • Banishing
    • Reversal
    • Hex-breaking 


Robbins, Shawn, and Bedell, Charity. The Good Witch’s Guide. New York: Sterling Ethos, 2017. Print.

Aries moon had feelings coming in rushes, like the water that crashed up to the shore. Their like batteries with loaders that don’t have limits. There’s a kid within every Aries moon, don’t kill it. Don’t you dare.

Taurus moon has feelings like the weather, the soft weather I mean. I’m talking about rain cascading down roof panes and snow melting to water. They always have their timing right, they know when to talk.

Gemini moon is like a little warrior, their words are their biggest weapons. Their feelings are like the wind, it’s hard to escape the wind. Sometimes their caught in whirlwinds, sometimes they’re biking and the wind doesn’t stand in the right direction.

Cancer moon is the ocean, the rush, the flow, the still. Feelings that will empower them, drown them. They’re so protective, with lunar dust in their hair and flowers engraved in their life. But sometimes their flowers wilt, and sometimes the ocean becomes wild.

Leo Moon is gracious, generous, their life is like a dance clip. With graceful hands and dramatic movements, their feelings take them over like a wildfire spreads out over forest trees.

Virgo Moon is the librarian, the quiet before the storm. The one with the secret knowledge, with books stapled onto each other. They know what they do, and can’t take it when they’re ignored. They have a huge eye for detail.

Libra moon is the harp, the piano, the instruments and the harmony. They’re love and they’re peace, with lacy voices and cute smiles. These people can make a great sensation in your home and private life.

Scorpio moon is an over-thinker, the type who doesn’t want to leave their bed. But also the type to hug you from behind, their feelings give rushes like water churns in rivers. And when they explode, trust me, they know, they don’t want to drown you in their problems.

Sagittarius moon is the archer, the one who chases the sun and escapes their own fires. They run from the feelings in their chest, change the subject. They’re adventurous, addicted to the thrills that life has to offer. They’re smart, philosophical.

Capricorn moon is a hard worker, a family person. Feelings of earth run through them, little earthquakes without time tickets may erupt. They push themselves a lot, often without second thought. They’re competitive, but often they’re also competitive to themselves. Because they want to improve.

Aquarius moon is part of a clan, a person with a friendly personality that often gets along with everyone. They’re their own person, and even though they belong to their group of friends- they don’t. They’re original, unique thinkers. They come up with solutions, ideas and thoughts no one ever dares to speak out loud.

Pisces moon is a dreamer, the kind you catch staring out of the window in class. Watching the birds. Or the kind plucking flowers to make something for a dear friend, a mysterious person. Manipulative on the inside, with feelings that can’t be explained, only imagined.

—  Moon signs

Boxing Lessons
Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom

I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.

He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”

“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.

He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.

I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.

“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.

“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”

He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.


“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”

“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”

“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”

“What’s next?”

“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”

“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.

He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.

I moved my leg out, “like this?”

“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.

“I’m not standing straight already?”

“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”


“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”

“So, what’s next?”

“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”

I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”

He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”

I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”

I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”

I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.

He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.

I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.

I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.

Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.

“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.

“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.

“That’s it, baby.”

I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.

I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”

I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.

Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.

“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.

Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.

“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.

“So bad.”

“Beg for it.”

“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.

“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Yes, daddy.”

He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.

“Tom, baby-”

He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.

“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.

He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”

I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.

“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.

Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.

I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.

I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”

“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.

longing - in the evening light … | uwhe-arts

… im Abendlicht, sich die Welle bricht,
… in Träumen, die Seele mit uns spricht,
… die Nacht, in der kein Licht an ist,
… Du selbst das Leuchten bist …
… im Abendlicht, sich die Welle bricht …
by uwhe-arts


On the Coastal Tip of Jamaica, actress Candice Patton stands barefoot in a sheer yellow dress before settling turquoise waters. Her arms sway back and forth as the Caribbean air billows through the thigh-high slit. She gives the camera a small smile as the sun radiates off her skin and the tide tiptoes towards the shore. The Instagram boomerang I’m glancing at has now been viewed over 200,000 times by her 1.2 million-user following.

It’s mid-June; a median between two milestones in Candice’s life - two weeks before her 29th birthday, and two weeks after the Season 3 finale of The Flash aired in homes nationwide. The superhero fiction show, based on the DC Comics character of the same name, stars Candice as Iris West, opposite Grant Gustin as the titular hero, Barry Allen. In the last three years, The Flash has garnered over 15 awards, with Candice herself most recently winning a Saturn Award for “Best Supporting Actress on Television”. It makes sense that CBS Watch! Magazine would send her over to the Caribbean for a photoshoot. 

The CW star calls me from her residence in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon, after her trip in Jamaica. I expect her to sound exhausted from her jet setting, but she’s not. To my astoundment, there’s a lot on her mind. I come to realize that, unlike Iris West, Candice Patton is equipped with a power of her own.

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Night Drive

Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.

Originally posted by krisletang

The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.

Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.

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“Welcome to witchcraft class let’s talk about curses.”

“Hello students today I’m going to teach you about a bunch of very creepy stuff that I may or may not have done let’s just not think about it too hard okay?”

“That bad dream you had was definitely a curse. Every bad dream you’ve ever had was probably a curse.”

“To break a curse walk backwards through your kitchen to the fridge, pull out a milk jug filled with holy water, and chug it while standing there with the door open.”

“There are fifty thousand types of witchcraft you can do with a rusty nail so I hope we’ve all had our tetanus shots!”

“You definitely don’t need dirt or hair or whatever creepy stalker mementos from your target to be able curse them. Honey, this is the age of Instagram. It’s time to curse your enemy’s Cheerios.”

“You’ll have to memorize these next ten steps. You can’t write them down because you don’t want to have any evidence in your house that you’ve ever even thought about doing any of this.”

“Don’t huff grave dust. You don’t get any cool visions from it. Trust me, I know.”

“Now, remember: I’ve only told you 1/100th of the things I know how to do today, so don’t try any of this stuff on me because then you’ll learn the rest of what I know from what you’ll probably consider the wrong point of view.”

Fantastic Beasts Queenie’s Apple Strudel

Yields 1 strudel

The things you’ll need


  • 1 ¼ cups all purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon
  • Pinch of salt
  • 3 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 4 Fuji or Gala apples
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 cup chopped pecans
  • 6 tablespoons butter, melted
  • ¼ cup raisins
  • 1 tablespoon water
Apple Roses
  • 1 or 2 Fuji or Gala apples
  • Lemon juice
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Wooden spoon
  • Rubber spatula
  • Whisk
  • Large slotted spoon
  • Cutting board & knife
  • Peeler
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper
  • Rolling pin
  • Pastry brush
  • Glass measuring cup

Let’s get started!

  1. Whisk flour, salt and cinnamon in a medium bowl.
  2. Drizzle in oil and water and mix with a spoon until a dough starts to form.
  3. Knead for 8 to 10 minutes until the dough is soft and supple.
  4. Place in a bowl and cover with a towel. Let dough rest for 30 minutes.
  5. Peel and chop apples and then mix them with lemon juice, sugar, cinnamon and salt. Let the mixture stand to release some of the moisture.
  6. Microwave raisins and water for 30 minutes to plump and then add them to the apple mixture.
  7. When the dough is ready, roll it out using a rolling pin to about the size of a sheet paper, then begin to slowly stretch it thin.

Time to decorate!

  1. Preheat oven to 425ºF.
  2. Trim off the ends of one side of the dough to create ribbons. Braid the ribbons together to make 3 small braids.
  3. Brush the dough with melted butter and sprinkle with chopped pecans.
  4. Using a slotted spoon, scoop out the apples and place them along the side of the strudel dough.
  5. Roll the dough around the apples and place onto a baking sheet.
  6. Brush the strudel with remaining butter and attach the braid, brushing the braid with butter as well.
  7. Bake at 425ºF for 20 minutes and then 350ºF for another 30 minutes.
  8. Cool and top with powdered sugar.
  9. Cut the remaining apples into thin slices with a rounded edge, leaving the skin on the apple.
  10. Micorwave the apple slices in water and a little lemon juice for 3 minutes.
  11. Make apple flowers by shingling the slices and rolling them into a flower.
  12. Place the flowers on top of the strudel and serve.

Request: “peter parker smut where the reader is either the daughter of an avenger or maybe just an avenger or something but she lives in the avengers compound (let’s just say peter decided to take tony up on his offer) and she’s dating peter and he sneaks into her room and just as they’re about to start round 2 one of the avengers catches them”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUTTT

“Good job team.” Tony gave a forced smile before quickly retreating to get a drink.

You looked to Peter, who was still heaving with bloody tears in his suit. You pulled him by the arm wordlessly to your room, sitting him down while you retrieved your first aid kit. He was still a little dazed from the fight, but as you pulled out a clean needle he gave you an adorable smile.

“If you say ‘this isn’t going to hurt’ I’m going to-“

“Kill me?” You smirked. Peter huffed a laugh, leaning back as you started stitching his wounds.

“You know, I think we’re too good for each other sometimes. We can barely get out a sentence without the other knowing how it’ll end.” You shook your head with a rogue smile. “We’re becoming a gross, sappy couple. I hate it.”

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DISCLAIMER: for the love of god, don’t use alcohol with a high concentration if you’re doing this. Literally do. beer shots if you have to. I don’t wanna have any of you sent to the hospital with alcohol poisoning.

Well, folks. This is it. The end of Fairy Tail as we know it. The fandom will live on but the series is coming to a close. As a fandom we’ve endured some…wild shit together, be it plot based wild shit or fandom based wild shit, and now is a time to (mostly) put aside our differences and celebrate Fairy Tail as we know it. And what better way to celebrate with a good old drinking game? (A bingo version of this will be available shortly as well!)

1) Please be of legal drinking age in your country to play this with alcohol. You’re welcome to do this with juice or water if you’re underage or uncomfortable with drinking! Or, if you want to wait for the bingo game, that’s an option as well! (Honestly I would say if you’re not an experienced drinker then don’t use alcohol period).
3) If you take a shot of alcohol, your next two shots must be of water before you return to alcohol. This is to ensure that you don’t get alcohol poisoning, and that you stay appropriately hydrated.
4) Only one chug (a chug is defined for this game as a mouthful) for the chapter if you’re drinking high alcohol level drinks (or at all tbh) and no more than three shots per page.
5) Once you’ve chugged ANYTHING, no more alcohol period.
6) This game is designed to cater to everyone in the fandom: those happy with the ending, those unhappy with the ending, and those who don’t give a damn. There’s a wide variety of options here!
7) Honestly now that I think about it, maybe y'all shouldn’t use alcohol period, this list is extensive as fuck. Play at your own risk.

Without further ado, the drinking game @rhosinthorn and I designed!

1) Just to get us pleasantly buzzed: one shot for every one of the Big 4 to go officially canon, two shots if there’s a kiss.
3) If a crackship goes canon then make yourself a cocktail (if you do this, no more drinking).
4) Timeskip + small children for the big four = entire glass of straight vodka (or just a shot).
5) If Jerza is still dancing around each other, take a shot.
6) If a minor ship gets together that we predicted (i.e. ElfEver), half a shot.
7) ¼ a shot for every gloating/whining post in the tags.
8) 5 shots for every ‘don’t be mad at Mashima’ post (…this breaks the no more than three shots per page rule, so for one this one you are to ABSOLUTELY ONLY USE WATER)
9) Three shots for Team Natsu wrecking something. Or their progeny.
10) One shot for every edit of the exact same panel (Eien’s rec: don’t do this one with alcohol, trust me. Please use water.)
11) Chug it if the chapter is entirely full of parallels to other big moments in the series (here’s looking at you, ch 1)
12) One shot for every speech bubble a nakama speech takes up.
13) Two shots if there’s a time skip and Makarov shows up.
14) If the ghosts of Zeref and Mavis show up, chug. Chug hard.
14.b) If ghosts show up at all, chug.
15) One shot for every time someone does Laxus’s hand thing.
16) If Jellal is still technically a criminal, take a shot.
17) If Mest is shafted to the side, shot.
18) If Lucy is returning from a journey where she found Aquarius’s key, shot.
19) Keg stand if Lucy leaves a la Natsu (i.e., just take a shot).
20) Shot if Happy slips in a fat joke.
21) One shot for every item of clothing lost (Eien’s rec: …this is gonna happen a lot, I feel…water only.)
22) Three shots if Gruvia has kids that have a stripping problem.
23) If either of the Gajevy twins says gihihi take a shot.
24) If Lucy’s nickname is still bunny girl, take a shot.
25) If the bunny suit comes up take two shots.
26) If Gajeel still can’t sing, take a shot.
27) If ElfEver is still denying they’re attracted to each other, take a shot. Take another if they’re married.
28) If Miraxus goes canon, then chug. If Fraxus goes canon, then chug.



Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: NC-17 (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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Boys Like Him


A/N: Everything I write at the moment doesn’t turn out how I want, so I apologize in advance for this. 

Word count: 3,143

I had been on tour with Shawn for about a month now and though we’d been dating for almost a year, I had never tagged along his tours before nor had I ever really gone to one of his shows, so sitting on the floor of the hotel room and doing my homework was a rather big step for us. Bringing me along and sharing this part of him was a rather big step for us. 

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She was smitten. Well, who wouldn’t be?

They met in a very dreamy way, almost surreal come to think about it. She didn’t in any way fit in what the media pictured as the beautiful bombshell. She was… ordinary.

So when she was invited to a brunch by a friend who happened to be somewhat famous for modeling a certain lingerie label, she was thrilled. Someone as ordinary as I am, she thought.

She was excited as she scanned the beautiful garden filled with beautiful decorations and beautiful people, somehow too extravagant for such event called brunch. Her friend had long gone after gulping countless amount of liquor that made her laugh way too much under the daylight so she decided to stay where she was left and enjoy the white flowers decorating the table.

“This isn’t lily,” she mumbled to herself as she smelled one of the flowers in the glass vase.

“You’re right, ’s not,” a voice startled her, “’s frangipani. It looks like lily but ’s a li’l different.”

She smiled coyly, hiding her excitement, conscious of who’s talking to her right there and then.

When she heard a knock on the apartment door, she was just making a cup of tea for her friend. Her friend was back from a weekend modeling gig and couldn’t be more exhausted. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the frangipani boy stood towering her height with a smile that showcased his dimples.

“Hi,” he rested his hands behind his body, a gesture she noticed often made.

“H-Hi,” she was still taken aback to see him by the hallway.

She told him she lived at her friend’s — who happened to be his friend as well — this summer but she wasn’t expecting him to come visit or anything. She was just ordinary, he wouldn’t come for her.

“Come in, I’ll get Nina for you,” she smiled and as she turned around to call her friend, her movement was halted by a grip on her wrist.

“I didn’t come to see Nina,” he almost chuckled seeing her blushed.


“I come to see you.”

“What? Why?” She raised an eyebrow, pure confusion lingering on her face.

“Because I want to,” he said not letting go of her fingers under his hold.

Over the course of six months, she thought Harry was the one. He made it far too easy for an ordinary girl who had very little experience with love life to fall too hard for him. He didn’t keep this relationship as a secret, something that was very much terrifying but also sweet in the terms of him being proud to be with someone like her. How his hand grabbed her arms and how he sneaked a kiss every here and there, not even caring when the paps were around… She was whipped.

So when the calendar marked their seventh month of being together, she thought she’d fly to London to surprise him. It tickled her a little because she had never been a good surprise to anyone before since she always assumed she was never really expected by anyone and not at all in a bad way. It’s just she had never been this deep and invested in a relationship that it made her believe that she was wanted.

The other thing that really bothered her was the fact that he didn’t proceed to make any further move on the relationship. They were just going on dates and making out. He didn’t even give her the spare key to his apartment and rarely stayed the night. Hell, he didn’t even introduce her to his family. But she thought he was just taking his time.

However, she still couldn’t help but wonder if this relationship was going somewhere because she was in love with him. She just hoped this surprise would show him how much he meant to her.

She should know better when she timidly entered his studio. She asked Jeff for the spare key the other day and he gave her hesitantly. She didn’t mind about it too much though: maybe he was really trying to guarantee his security, she thought.

She rested behind the half-opened door as she heard a conversation between him and his sister via the phone. Gemma’s voice was on speaker while Harry strummed his guitar every now and then. His head rested on the cushion of the black leather couch. He looked very much soft and beautiful, she wanted to just run to hug him but she held back when she heard her name mentioned during the call.

“Mum would love to see Y/N,” Gemma insisted.

“Can’t,” he answered shortly while humming a song of his.

She felt nervous about eavesdropping and the way he talked about her but she couldn’t just bust in at this point. Her curiosity only grew so she decided to stay.

“She seemed lovely, H.”

“Gem-“ Harry exhaled a long heavy breath, “We’re not together.”

Her breath choked as she waited for another sentence to explain the last one.

“Jeff told me to date her. Said ’s a good image to date a normal person — you know, not a model and such.”

“What?” Gemma was just as surprised as she was, “What are you talking about?”

Harry put down his guitar and straightened up his posture to clarify his following words, “I do not want her, just doing it for the job.”

The spare key she was holding dropped, earning Harry to look her way. Her eyes were watering at the point but she remained quiet about the subject.

“Y/N?!” Harry was surprised and mumbled call you later while disconnecting his phone call as quickly as he could, “How long have you been there?”

She stepped back as he drew himself nearer to her, “I-I think I should leave.”

She immediately found her way to exit the building. The cold winter air waved through her as she tightened her coat and held back the tears that already streamed down. Harry ran to chase her and could finally keep up, steadying himself in front of her to block her way.

“Y/N,” he said half panting. He didn’t even get the chance to grab a coat. Shivering and exhausted from running, he looked at her. To his disappointment, she didn’t even look at him. She just stared at her shoes.

It just made sense to her now: why he didn’t do certain things during their relationship, why his behaviour was so different after he got her, why he just tried to snog her instead of holding her in a loving snuggle, why he didn’t bother telling her where he was going if she didn’t ask him first, why he only became extremely romantic when there were people around. It all made perfect sense.

An uncomfortable silence filled the windy air of London. He didn’t know what to say and she didn’t know what to expect.

She brushed past him to break the silence, not wanting to know anything else that might further her pain. She wasn’t even mad, she was just hurt.

She moved right along and Harry could only stand there, wishing he could just do something. Anything.

She spent the night at a cheap hotel in London. All her savings were drained for this trip considering she didn’t have a lavish job with mouth watering pay. She really was ordinary.

It took her a long time to actually feel fine about her ordinary self and it was all gone with one simple sentence from Harry. She was back to square one again.

Harry tried to call her several times after that day, to say sorry she’d reckon but she didn’t want to answer. He would just say he felt awful and that wouldn’t change the fact that he hurt her if anything he would just cause more pain. After a while, he stopped calling. She knew he wouldn’t try harder because who would fight for something they didn’t want anyway?

She tried to move on with her life but after a headline of Harry’s umpteenth supermodel conquest, she broke down again. Of course, he didn’t want her, she was far too ordinary compared to successful models with amazing physique.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if she ever crossed his mind for just one split second. Sometimes she wondered if he could at least feel something. Anything.

Harry should feel fine, right? He said it himself that he didn’t want her. But he couldn’t help but feel miserable.

“You’re just feeling guilty, that’s all,” Jeff told him from time to time.

Harry nodded. He agreed, it was just the guilt eating him up for a while and he was sure it’d be gone with time.

But as much as he wanted to believe it, he couldn’t help but feel strange. He missed the texts asking him where he was, the hot cup of tea she usually made when he was tired, the stroke on his hair when he felt stressed. He missed those. Or was he just missing the attention?

He reached the bare skin on the other side of his bed and looked over, and for one split second he wished it was her. She never slept bare next to him, he didn’t bother to touch her during their relationship but never a single complain spilled from her mouth although he knew damn well how longing she was to express her love and to be loved. She was so understanding, too understanding at times.

He should be happy that this whole scheme was finally over. He should be. But why was he wondering where she was and who’s holding her now? He got a beautiful girl next to him, the one that he wanted but he didn’t feel the warmth she used to radiate on him.

He didn’t realize just how ridiculously kindhearted she was: how she would tell him “I’m sure you’d rock” every morning he had something big coming up, how she would never protest when he chose to hangout with friends instead of her, how she would patiently wait when he said he’d come over and not even got angry when he suddenly canceled.

He found his hand roaming over her name on his phone contact. He wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice but any words coming from his mouth didn’t seem to deserve her listening. He let out a heavy sigh: it was just the guilt, Harry, he thought to himself.

Another six months had gone by and by now she wasn’t as miserable as she was. She was able to get on with her life but the pain didn’t leave her the same. She couldn’t trust anyone who wanted her for who she was and any attempt of new relationship was immediately shut down with the unknowingly huge walls she built around herself.

She had just finished working that day and after some grocery shopping, she had planned to spend the whole evening with herself and some books. She walked calmly through her narrow hallway of her apartment but stopped as soon as she saw a figure sitting curled up by her apartment door. By his position, she could assume he had already waited for a while.

Harry looked up at her and stood up so quickly as if he was caught off guard.

“Y/N,” was all he managed to say.

“Why are you here?” her voice was weak and shaking.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and just shook his head, “I miss yeh.”

They stood there for God knows how long until she decided to slip her key to open her door and closed it. He was fast to hold the door open.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She didn’t answer. Being with her for a period of time, albeit a lie, was enough for him to know that silence was her way to cope.

And so he continued, “Can we start over?”

She looked up at him for the first time and he could see all the pain he caused her beneath the teary eyes. He felt an unfamiliar stinging feeling on his chest seeing her in that state of pain.

“Did Jeff tell you to do so?” her lips trembled.

“No!” He was quick to answer, “No… It has nothing to do with him. God, Y/N, I just… I miss you and I can’t—“

Harry moved closer to her only for her to step back. The stinging feeling was spreading through his whole body. The girl who was so devoted to him was now afraid of him and he cursed himself every day for that.

“I love you,” the words slipped his mouth and she jolted.

She shook her head, “You can’t love someone you don’t want, Harry.”

“Just please, tell me how to fix this.”

“I don’t know…” she wiped her tear-stained cheeks with her nervous hands, “I don’t know.”

List of every Dadvice in Dream Daddy

“Don’t forget to floss every day”,
“It’s never too early to invest in a personal IRA”,
“Start building credit as early as possible”,
“Stand up for yourself - don’t let anyone disrespect you”,
“Everyone needs to know how to use power tools”,
“Don’t trust anyone who likes their meat well done”,
“LaserDisc is clearly the superior digital video format”,
“Drink a full glass of water in the morning to help wake up”,
“Don’t use metal utensils on nonstick frying pans”,
“If you’re parking uphill, be sure to turn your tires toward the street”,
“It’s rude to ask people about their mysterious hand tattoos”,
“Moving Pictures is hands down the best Rush album”,
“Buy quality, not quantity”,
“Shave with the grain”,
“You always have time for a beer with your buds”,
“Always use a coat of wax after a wash”,
“Nothing can beat reading in print”,
“Always carry a pocket knife”,
“Use your hips when throwing”,
“Keep your word”,
“Eat a lot of broccoli”,
“Drinking too much water can cause water intoxication”,
“Take care of your health while you’re still young”,
“Always help a friend in need”,
“Drink plenty of water”,
“Exercise regularly and you’ll stay healthy!”,
“Don’t eat too close to your bedtime”,
“Always check the card reader at ATMs before you swipe”,
“Medicine is not always the best medicine”,
“Always bring a war chest”,
“You’re young, you have your health, now is the time to take risks”,
“You can’t beat the whammy bar”,
“The solo from Kid Charlemagne is the greatest guitar solo ever recorded”,
“Peter Weller actually has a PHD in history”,
“It’s called masking tape for a reason”,
“Trust no one”,
“If you press the ignition too long you’ll just flood the engine”,
“The extended cut is the only cut worth watching”,
“They really stepped up the production value in Episode V”,
“Managing debt is just part of being an adult”,
“Run through the finish line”,
“What you do, when you don’t have to, will determine where you’ll be when you can’t help it”,
“When lifting weights, use proper form and a full range of motion”,
“Gas is cheaper in the suburbs”,
“Do what you love and the money will come”,
“Do it once, do it right”,
“Don’t skip the corners”,
“Eat plenty of carbs the night before a big game”,
“If the police are driving behind you, don’t give them probable cause to pull you over”,
“Try to drive in a way where you never have to use your brakes”,
“You can save bookmarks directly to your desktop”,
“A bird in the hand is better than a bird in the eye”,
“Pet every dog”,
“Have you ever read Rich Dad Poor Dad?”,
“Liquor before beef, you’re in the clear”,
“Go ask your mother”,
“If life gives you lemons, parsley, onion, and eggs… make a really nice omelet”,
“Practice makes permanent”,
“First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairiest chest”,
“Never give up, never remember”,
“That quirky lab assistant from NCIS just reminds me of you”,
“Whistle while you work”,
“Please remember to call us once in  while”,
“Get whatever job you want, just make sure it includes health insurance”,
“Grow your own vegetables. It’s cheaper, I think”,
“It’s okay if you don’t come in first, just make sure you have health insurance”,
“Try to exercise regularly”,
“Sleep is important! Make sure you’re getting enough”,
“It’s okay to cry if you’re feeling sad”,
“Make sure to sweep under your tent so you don’t sleep on rocks”,
“Good tire pressure is essential to optimal mileage”,
“The only acceptable time and place for decaf coffee is never and in the trash”,
“When changing a tire, make sure to tighten the bolts in a starfish pattern”,
“Anyone who tells you that a drink isn’t manly has never known heartache”,
“Call someone if you’re thinking about them. They probably want to hear from you”,
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”,
“Don’t smoke”,
“Try not to make assumptions about people”,
“Don’t trust gas station egg sandwiches”,
“Please don’t pirate games”,
“It’s better to be early than late”,
“Eat a balance meal everyday that includes vegetables, fruit and proteins”,
“Minimize eating fried foods, candy, and sweets”,
“Treat people better than they treat you”,
“Be generous and kind to everyone”,
“Always try your best at everything”,
“Spend less money than you make”,
“Pay your bills early”,
“Look at situations positively”,
“Always try to make others around you happy”,
“Smile as often as you can, it will make others around you feel more comfortable”,
“You’re never too busy or important to be kind to others”