steam on the windows

There stood a pale lanky figure with rotten antlers and pure white eyes hunched and jagged outside in the shadows of your home as it breaths misty steam onto your bedroom window. It lurks watching you sleep through the cracks of the blinds. It knows your thoughts it knows your moves

Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again. I have heard that anthropologists prize those moments when a word or bit of language opens like a keyhole into another person, a whole alien world roars past in some unassigned phrase. You remember Proust so appalled when Albertine lets fall “get her pot broken.” Or you hear a Berliner say “squat town”—and suddenly see sunset, winter, lovers cooking eggs in a grimy kitchen with the windows steaming up, river runs coldly by, little cats go clicking over the snow.
—  Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Shakespeare (Part X)

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Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: This is it. This is the final part. Thank you all so much for sticking around and supporting me and giving me your honest thoughts. I wouldn’t have come this far without you. All the love. Xx


It’s four-thirty in the morning.

You notice the time passively. It’s the least of your worries. You’ve been tossing and turning, in and out of sleep for the past couple hours. Harry is sprawled out across the mattress on his stomach. His legs are spread, arms outstretched. One hangs limply over your waist. He’s facing you and his cheek is pressed against his pillow, lips parted, hair disheveled. You’ve been staring at him for twenty minutes, thankful that he hasn’t woken up to your probing eyes.

He smells just as he always has when you finally shift into his body, settling your forehead against his shoulder and letting your eyes rest closed. His arm curls around you and you bask in the essence of him—the soft snores and rolling heat. You’re not sure when you’ll get to be this close again.

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Relax at the end of a long #MusicMonday with “Ajna,” our heroine’s theme in Indivisible!

Mutant Abilities

Pairing: Charles Xavier x fem!Reader

Summary: Charles uses his powers to talk to you while you’re dancing, but this isn’t any basic conversation.

Warning: nsfw!!! dirty talk, car sex, dom!charles, smut basically

Word Count: 1,023

A/N: Legit have no idea which movie this is set during, but Charles isn’t in his wheelchair.

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

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Night Moves (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend, Jess, is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy part 1!…


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I Want Action

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Characters: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,323

Warnings: a drop of angst maybe, SMUT, car sex, breath play?, some dirty talk, interrupting Sam

(the lyrics used from I Want Action by Poison are italicized

FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED

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Morning Tea by NoelleBuske
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Returning to my roots! I use to always take photos like this one.

Window Shenanigans | A Kacchako Drabble

I missed the boat on @kacchako-week​, but maybe it’ll take this late entry? It’s the first of a series of short drabbles. Enjoy!

Premise: Ochako discovers that not only is her dorm on the same floor as Bakugou, but his bedroom window in the boys wing is directly across from hers. Through a series of late-night window shenanigans, the two learn to understand each other without even saying a word.


PART 1: THE INCIDENT WITH THE BOOK

It started two months after Ochako moved into the U.A. dorm.

Ochako was staying up late one winter night when the light directly across from her room switched on. She glanced out her window, expecting to see closed blinds backlit from the inside, and instead spied Bakugou.

Most students with dorm rooms facing the interior of the building kept their blinds down at all times, Ochako included. It was only on a whim that she left them up that night. All this time, she had no idea that Bakugou’s room was parallel to her own. And judging by the way he started to roughly dismantle his own bedroom, he didn’t know either.  

Papers flew across the window, and clothes erupted from the closet. From Ochako’s vantage point across the way, it looked like Bakugou was turning his own bedroom inside out. He paced with clenched fists, ripped his own sheets off the bed, paced some more, got on his knees to look underneath his dresser. It reminded Ochako of a tiger moving restlessly in a cage, striking anything that dared move.

Bakugou kept returning to his bookcase, scrutinizing the titles, and then whirling away to look at something else. Ochako leaned forward and squinted through her window. Her eyes darted to her homework, back to the window, and then it hit her.

Oh! A textbook. Bakugou was tearing his room apart searching for a textbook.

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Thimbleweed Park - Launch Trailer

In a town like Thimbleweed Park, a dead body is the least of your problems.

Available now for Windows, Mac, Xbox One, and Linux.

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Triggered (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Bucky and reader were alone together in the tower but HYDRA attacks them and reads the words to make him go all winter soldier mode. He severely injures reader because they tell him to and when he comes to she’s beaten to the brink of death. He feels super bad and is locked away from everyone else b/c he’s “dangerous” and everyone on the team is pretty upset but she gets over it really fast and tries to make him feel better and everyone else not angry anymore but it doesn’t work. Angst please?

Bucky was your friend. He was your best friend and he would never hurt you.  The thought alone made you laugh in its sheer and utter ridiculousness. The two of you cuddled on the couch together during scary movie nights, made the worst messes in the kitchen when it was your night to cook, and answered his call when the nightmares were just a bit too much to take.  He had been your champion against dates gone wrong, meeting them at the tower’s main door as they dropped you off after terrible nights, his metal arm and clenched fist in clear view just to drive his point home.  In return, you had told off more than one random woman as you walked the busy streets of Manhattan during days out, tearing down their shameless advances and stares that lasted a little too long, despite his clear discomfort with it.  

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Minecraft: Story Mode - Season 2 from Telltale Games and Mojang Premieres July 11 

Minecraft: Story Mode - Season 2 continues Jesse’s saga in a five-part, narrative-driven, episodic game series developed by Telltale in collaboration with Mojang and members of the Minecraft community. Though players’ choices from the first season will carry over into season two, this new season will be accessible to both returning fans and newcomers alike. This second season will also include Telltale’s unique multiplayer ‘Crowd Play’ feature, which allows friends and family to engage with the adventure together by helping to decide the direction of the story from any mobile device with an online connection.

Now that Jesse and the gang have vanquished the Wither Storm, saved the world, and become totally super famous heroes, life has gotten a bit more…complicated. With more responsibilities and less time for adventure, old friendships have started to fade – at least until Jesse’s hand gets stuck in a creepy gauntlet that belongs to an ancient underwater temple. Together with old pals and new comrades alike, Jesse embarks on a brand new journey filled with tough choices, good times, and at least one temperamental llama.

Fragility {Part 1/3}

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, fluff, smut in second chapter

Warnings: Yoongi swears basically every other sentence, minor character death

“There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive”

Part 2, Part 3


You met Min Yoongi, photography major and self proclaimed genius in your second year of college.

Even now every detail of that first encounter remained clear in your mind. That alone was almost a miracle considering your drunken state, normally any events of a night such as that would fade into a distant haze.

It was strange really, he had snuck up on you out of nowhere and like a hurricane, he was completely impossible to ignore, leaving havoc in his wake until he was all you could think about. It hadn’t been love at first sight, definitely not, but from the moment you laid your unsuspecting eyes on him he had consumed your thoughts until there was no room for anything else.

You often felt as if your entire life before Yoongi had simply been the calm before the storm.

He hadn’t even so much as formally introduced himself before he was shoving his beloved camera in your face, the white flash nearly blinding you. When he was done taking the picture, he stepped back and smirked, and you, bemused by the entire situation, smiled back. He then stepped out a little and with his nimble fingers, flicked the camera onto display mode, the photograph he had taken of you painting the small digital screen.

The colours were garish, the startled look in your eyes almost comical and the framing wasn’t quite right. That didn’t matter. You soon learnt that wasn’t what Yoongi’s photography was about at all.

He fiddled with the settings of his camera whilst you stood and watched him, unsure of what to do and whether you should introduce yourself. Your body was jostled by people swarming past and you silently wondered whether it would be okay for you to casually slip away along with them. However, just as you decided that you would, Yoongi looked up from his camera, staring directly at you.

“So, the two of you finally meet” you heard a voice coming from your right and you turned your head slightly to see your friend Seokjin approaching. He sidled up to the two of you with a strange smirk on his face. Seokjin had been trying to set you up with a date for months and you could practically hear the cogs in his brain ticking right now as your body filled with dread. You didn’t need this. You didn’t even want to be here. Your friend Taehyung had dragged you the entire walk down, insisting that you needed a night out after being pent up in your room studying for “aeons” as he called it.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Seokjin and gave him a pointed look. One that the older boy ignored.

“Not really, I don’t even know his name” you mumbled, practically edging to get away. Seokjin could sense this too and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get out of this situation.

“Well Y/N this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Y/N” Seokjin said and you nodded awkwardly in Yoongi’s direction, refusing to make eye contact. Seokjin chuckled at your clear discomfort ”Taehyung and I have been anticipating the two of you to meet for months but it just never worked out” Seokjin explained.

Yoongi frowned, his eyes scanning over you quickly before focusing back on Seokjin. He had seemed just as uncomfortable as you did.

“Why?” you asked after a few moments of awkwardness.

Seokjin had an evil glint in his eye, one that you had quickly learnt to fear, because it always meant he was up to something devious. “You see, Yoongi here is a photography major and you Y/N, are a fine art major, I figured the two of you would have a lot in common”

You were about to protest when suddenly, for the first time, you heard Yoongi speak. For some reason you hadn’t expected his voice to be so harsh and dismissing, you’d expected it to be soft and gentle sounding. The contrast between his appearance and voice was actually a little startling.

“You seriously think that just because we’re both doing arts degrees that we’re going to get on well? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me” he spoke, his words for some reason, felt like venom running through your bloodstream. Just as Seokjin was about to interject and defend himself, Yoongi started talking again “Besides, photography is nothing like fine art, all they fucking do is paint a few lines on a white canvas and act like it has some deep meaning. What bullshit”.

“Hey!” you cried out instinctively, the urge to defend yourself getting the better of you “You’re one to talk, studying for three years just to learn how to press a button? Anyone can do that”

It was strange. You weren’t usually the type to engage in those sorts of petty arguments. Neither was Yoongi, as you soon learnt. You didn’t generally get angry, instead you would choose to simply walk away and not concern yourself with other people’s stupidity. His harsh words that night had made your blood boil.

It had continued for a few more minutes. Vicious words flying back and forth between the two of you. After a while Seokjin finally took you away to the drinks table and Taehyung took Yoongi over to another group of people.

It was clear you were not going to get along. Your personalities clashed violently.

And that was that.

Your interactions with Min Yoongi should have ended there.

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