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okay so today was pretty GREAT 

I finally got to meet one of my absolute fave human beings in the entire world and he was the sweetest and most beautiful sunshine ever 

I honestly love this man more than anything and to finally meet him irl was just unbelievably emotional, I don’t think it’s completely sunk in yet

(please excuse my face and my hair, i was NOT prepared for meeting the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth today so I look like a complete mess, but that’s okay because I have finally met Gregor and I couldn’t be happier)

asexualsiriusblack  asked:

“I like that rug. That’s a nice rug. How old is it?” Harry to a vampire Tom :)

“I like that rug. That’s a nice rug. How old is it?” Harry’s voice shook. In his hands, he twirled the rose Tom had given him when he arrived. As red as the blood he knew he was about to see.

“You’re stalling,” Tom accused. His hand came up to take the rose out of Harry’s hand, and placed it on the end table next to them. “It only hurts at first. Most even come to enjoy it after a while. Just relax.” He gently placed one hand on the back of Harry’s head to guide him down to the bed and used the other to push him down onto it. 

“I…” Harry’s still shaking voice gave away just how terrified he was. Tom climbed on top of him, his legs around his waist. “I just-”

Tom shushed him and guided his head to the side so that  his neck was exposed. “It only hurts for a moment.” It was the last thing he said, before he bit down onto his neck. 

i grew up in a broken home. a home that never felt like home. a house where the walls never stopped trembling and my hands never stopped shaking. i sleep in a bed with tear stains on it because i just cannot keep myself sane at night. so mom, dont get me wrong when i tell you how badly i want to leave. i want a house where the walls are quiet and my hands are steady, my bed is clean and i spend my nights sleeping. dont get me wrong when i say that i want to leave. i just want to be okay. and i have to start looking for my happiness in other places because i wont find it here mom, the walls are still trembling and my hands are still shaking.

Part two of yesterday’s story, inspired by the Friday prompt game. First time writing knife play (and I really don’t share my writing very often anyway haha), so feedback is welcome and appreciated :)


I clenched my hands into fists to still their shaking as I sat on the floor, eyes closed. A s giggle rang out, then the dragging sound of Ivar’s legs as he moved to the girl next to me. The slap echoed through the hall, and the shieldmaiden hissed but made no other sound. Then came the sound of Ivar pulling himself to me. My stomach clenched, remembering our earlier encounter—the feel of his lean body pressed atop me, the rough hand on my throat, the anger and passion in his kiss. I could practically still taste him, sweet and strong as mead with the tang of my blood.

I tried to push the memory back, but his weight settled into my lap, legs stretched out beside him. I could feel his hot breath tickling my ear as he leaned in to whisper, “You will fear me before my turn is over.” I didn’t dignify him with a response.

His hands dug into my hair, tugging harder than strictly necessary at the small braids and loose curls. “But now begins the real fun.” A cool kiss of steel at the juncture of my throat below my ear made me hold my breath. He laughed coldly. “That’s what I thought.” I forced myself to exhale. He would not win this. It had become a matter of pride for both of us.

At a cry of protest from Ingibjorg, Ivar paused but didn’t remove the blade. “You never said I had to use my hands to fondle her.” I could picture the wolfish grin as his hand tangled in my hair again, forcing my head roughly back to expose my throat. He drew the blade lightly down my throat, applying just a little more pressure at the pulse points below my chin. I forced my breathing to remain steady, but I could feel a slickness starting between my thighs. Damn him. He laid the blade flat against my collarbone, then quickly dipped it just below the bone and drew a line of blood that welled up over the small, sharp blade. He repeated this on the other side of my chest, then rested the edge of the against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

He applied enough pressure so I could feel the sharpness of the edge, but he didn’t draw blood this time. Every move he made was deliberate and slow, teasing. I hated and wanted him, and I hated him even more for the wanting. One hand still forcing my head back and the knife still pressing into my neck, he leaned forward and licked slowly along the cuts he had made below my collarbone. His tongue was warm and gentle, a sharp contrast from earlier. I shivered involuntarily. “Submit,” he whispered huskily, soft lips moving against the raw skin.

“Never.” Ivar bit down hard, and I could feel the edges of his teeth leaving their marks on me, ringing the cut he’d made. The knife pressed harder, drawing blood again, before he moved it up the side of my neck. He tickled the shell of my ear with the tip of the knife. The knife left my flesh, and I felt a sharp tug on my hair.

“You will submit to me later,” he whispered in my ear. He nibbled along the edge of my ear, hard and quick, and then his weight was gone. A sharp pang of regret at the loss of his touch stabbed through the desire still seething through me. I opened my eyes to see him smirking at me, blue eyes arrogant and smoldering with desire as they rested on me. Around his wrist was tied a thin braid of my hair—a promise and a threat.

So how about an Otayuri mafia AU where Yurio is the rebellious troublemaker grandson of the mob boss and Otabek is hired to protect him (from himself, and others). Because I can’t stop thinking about it :’)

Not to be dramatic but the looks Mako and Korra give each other in the series finale are and forever will be the most loving and heartfelt expressions in any fiction universe and nothing will convince me otherwise

Originally posted by knock

Okay so, I don’t do games/pe in school because, you know, trans boy and all that fun, and I don’t mind this, but it means that it’s pretty common that I end up sitting in the back of other teachers classrooms. And so the other day I was sitting in a junior school biology class and migration or something came up and this one kids sticks his hand in the air and looks at his teacher and goes

“Sir, did you know the sparrows fly south for winter?”

And I just have to turn around and there, on his fucking desk, is Death Bringer, and all his friends are trying their best to stiffle their laughter while the teacher is just staring at him like “Um, yes, that is in fact the entire point of this topic. Do try to keep up.” And so anyway I just discovered a gang of Skulduggery Pleasant nerds in like first year and I feel like a proud father.

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH I stage doored at A Bronx Tale n the lead didn’t come out til the very end and I was shaking and he looked REAL COOL N SUAVE and I gave him his art and he devolved into “oh my goooSHHH I’ve never gotten fanart before!!!!!” and he was in such shock and he was so sweet anD he used my chosen name (Giuseppe!!!!) a few times after looking at my signature and he was so sweet and I was almost crying because I’m in the closet and no one has ever called me Giuseppe irl before!!!!! and he called out to me before I left and went “Giuseppe!!!” and gave me a thumbs up and I started crying when I was walking away and my dad had to take a walk w me.