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Rainbow painted pad on sale

A rainbow home that looks just like a painting has been listed for $499,000. The home at 556 South Vista Oro in Palm Springs, Calif., is unique to say the least. The eccentric 1937 Spanish home belongs to Carl Tookey and Gregg Featherston, who purchased the property when it was painted plain white.

Adding more than a splash of color, the creative couple took inspiration from their worldwide travels including Buckingham Palace. The colorful cottage comes with three bedrooms and two bathrooms covering 1,664 square feet, according to Curbed.com. And the 0.12-acre grounds include a pool and stone courtyard. (Caters)

Photography by Robert Gentry/Caters News

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Graceless Attraction

Betrothed!nalu au

song that is referenced is here 

characters: natsu, lucy, jude heartfilia, igneel (human)

word count: 1156

type: fluff one-shot


Natsu kicked a stone out in the courtyard, cursing the monkey suit he was wearing. It was far too sweaty and far too fitting for him to wear. He would sell his soul to be wearing his regular clothes at the moment, but today was a very important day.

It was the day he would meet his betrothed.

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Collision Course

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Non-linear storyline

Word count: 1,129



(August)

Guilt is a heavy thing.

Hooked and clawed and caught in the circulatory loop of blood from Draco’s heart to his lungs. All aching capillaries and ribbon-torn arteries, glass shards buried in Draco’s palms.

It’s insurmountable as he passes through the Hogwarts gates. Sees what he imagines the muggles who come poking around might see - an abandoned castle. Replete with smoke scarred wood and disintegrating bricks, blood strewn across courtyard stones and great columns that have now collapsed. Bereft of only an ominous ‘Keep Out’ sign, though he thinks that might not be far off.

Draco’s wand is clutched in a white knuckled hand as he digresses from the delineated path. Enters into the variegated shadows and dampened mist of the Forbidden Forrest and follows the coordinates written in blotted, under duress ink - because Potter’s wand had clattered across the floor and Draco’s wand had been pressed to the warm skin beneath Potter’s chin.

 His confession is the vial of veritaserum tucked into Draco’s jacket pocket.

He fancies that it just might be felix felicis instead.

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Thief Pt 3 // Park Jimin

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

- Part Three: Secrets

summary: in which prince jimin doesn’t know that his future wife is not only trying to steal from him, but is also trying to kill him.

words: 4,170

category: prince au, fantasy au

author note: i made jimin’s cousin chanyeol so that’s cool. also, tell me what you guys think, if you want! also for the sake of this story you really like math okay bye

- destinee

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

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half-baked-cat  asked:

For the drabble prompts, "Do you even own a shirt?" + Sterek of course <3

To be honest, I don’t really know how exactly this ended up being a royal, historical fic with nerdy prince Derek and shirtless knight Stiles, but it did so I have to tag @demisexualhale (also on ao3!)

“Do you even own a tunic?”

The question was spoken dryly, Derek’s voice practically dripping with condescension as he wet the tip of his index finger to ease in the turning of the page of the large tome he was reading. It was extremely intriguing, a detailed account of the life of one of the more obscure members of his ancestral tree which stretched back for millennia.

It was a temperate spring day, the beams of sun that poked through the shroud of fluffy white clouds warm but not at all stifling, a welcome change in weather after the cold bitterness of winter. The gentle breeze that originated from the west stirred the branches of the autumn cherry trees and pink dogwoods whose delicate buds were already beginning to blossom.

With the last of winter’s snow melting away to reveal vibrant green grass boasting burgeoning puschkinia and tulips and white irises, Derek’s sisters had insisted they lunch in the courtyard of the castle. While he had initially rolled his eyes, already absorbed in his tome, Derek had finally relented under the weight of his older sister’s disapproving glare, though he brought his tome with him.

His sisters’ ladies-in-waiting had arranged a cozy spot for the three of them in the shade of the courtyard walls, beneath the delicately blooming branches of a grand tulip magnolia. With the assistance of a few other servants, the ladies-in-waiting had brought out a few chaise lounges along with several additional cushions for the trio royal siblings.

A table of refreshments had been carried into the courtyard as well, ornate china platters full of cucumber sandwiches and an assortment of fruits along with various tarts, both sweet and savory, and fancy pastries. Bottles of wine were arranged on the table among intricate, ruby encrusted goblets along with steaming pots of tea and hand painted teacups.

His sisters had taken up residence on one chaise lounge, delighting in the most recent of court gossip, whispering about the latest scandals of other royal families. They tittered behind their hands as they sipped their wine, though their laughter echoed off the ancient stone walls of the courtyard nonetheless, both of them sorely lacking in subtly.

Derek, on the other hand opted to focus on his book, not truly caring whether or not the Duchess of Lake’s gown at the last ball had been gaudy and repulsive or what lord was proving unfaithful to his wife with one of the nannies. He did not partake in any wine, either, as it was much too early for him, preferring to keep his wits about him as he enjoyed a cup of earl grey tea.

Unfortunately, it was rather difficult to focus on the words written on the page when Laura’s raucous laugh was not the only sound reverberating in the courtyard. The sound of blades clashing drowned out the sweet birdsong of the cardinal perched in an ornamental pear tree, the thunk of arrows hitting wood echoing dully.

Alas, the courtyard had already been in use when Derek’s sisters had dragged him outside with them, a group of knights sparring and practicing in the warm sunshine. They had graciously volunteered to vacate the courtyard in order for the royals to enjoy their leisure time without any annoyances, but Laura had dismissed the offer as ridiculous.

Raised to be diplomatic, Laura had simply suggested that both parties make use of the courtyard, the head of the knights bowing his head in both thanks and appreciation. After all, the courtyard was plenty big enough. Though apparently not big enough to spare Derek from another distraction.

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Implexium Vitae PT 6

A/N; Short chapter, but next one will have some more reveal!

It is said that some people have old souls, reborn every couple centuries to find their loved ones again and continue on their never ending journey. But what happens to these intersecting lives when one is immortal and the other is ripped from them?

Vampire AU.

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 2034

Rating: M

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Lucy blinked, trying to clear her mind. It was obvious she had spent too long on the train and had gone stir crazy. Who knew a week and a half of constant travel could be enough to break a mind.

“C’mon Luce! I haven’t see Jally since he was a colt!”

“And I have never ridden a horse!” Lucy defended. She eyed the large stallion warily, hair and mane black as the night sky above them.

“You broke his great great great whatever grandma,” Natsu explained, happily petting the side of Jally’s neck.

“Well Sun Star was kind and gentle and not three feet my superior.” She sniffed. Really, as though Natsu would compare her mare to his beast. Lucy cocked her head when she noticed Natsu’s stare, a wistful joy shining in his emerald gaze. “Natsu?” Lucy questioned, stepping towards him and placing one hand on his chest. Lucy blinked when Natsu took her hand, lifting it to his mouth where he ran his lips over the backs of her fingers.

“Knew you’d remember her.” he said, voice low with emotion. Lucy took in a sharp intake of breath, becoming aware of the importance of her memory.  

“I have ridden a horse,” she mumbled, head spinning at the onslaught of memories she was able to pull from.

“Bunch’a ‘em.” Natsu whispered back. Lucy squealed loudly when she was suddenly lifted, deposited on the horse and covering blanket as if she were a child by Natsu’s strong arms. “Now we gotta go! I can’t wait to show you the castle again, Luce.” Natsu said easily, deftly lifting himself onto the horse in front of Lucy, his hands fisted in the horse’s mane.

“Natsu!” Lucy hissed, struggling to lift her leg and dress to put it in it’s proper place beside her other one. “I can not ride like this! It’s, it’s improper!” She face felt as vibrant as his hair, and her eyes grew large as she saw an excuse to not be caught in such a compromising manner. “My luggage! We cannot just leave it here.”

Lucy all but pouted at Natsu’s bawdy laugh, his hand resting comfortingly on her knee. One of her spread knees. Shame crept along her spine at the lewd position, to be a lady and have your legs spread this wide… “Don’t worry Luce, it’ll be taken care of. And stop fidgeting, you’re freaking out Jally.”

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Come and find me

Outlander one shot requested by Anon based on this imagine:

You don’t really remember the exact moment that you had fallen asleep. You had walked through the airport, booked in your bags, looked round duty free, boarded the plane and then you’d taken off. Not that you were surprised that you had fallen asleep, it had been a number of weeks since you had slept the entirety of the night without waking up or at the very least dreaming. Ever since your parents had informed you that they would be travelling to the UK and from there you would meet them for a family holiday in Scotland. 

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Endless Autumn - Lucien x sweetheart fic chapter 1/6

My interpretation of the story of Lucien and his doomed sweetheart. I hadn’t got my hands on ACOWAR when I started, so this story is not influenced by any new knowledge about Lucien, the Autumn Court, or his lost love. I even named all his unknown bastard brothers…

A massive huge thank you to @pretendthisiswitty / @rhysand-vs-tamlin for being my beta tester again; you’ve been vital to this story developing!

CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6

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The first time I saw her, I was on a walk through the forest.

The low autumn sun shone brightly through the trees, shards of light piercing through the cool air and warming my skin.

As I walked amongst the weathered barks, the sound of my brothers laughing like fools in the formal gardens mercifully dying down, I stumbled upon her standing beside a reflecting pool. The water was a mirror in which she gazed upon herself, her long dark auburn hair swept over one shoulder, her simple but flattering deep purple dress swaying gently in the breeze.

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The Gift of Hope


A Star Wars Rebels Fic

By RoboEmma

Summary: Zeb informs Kallus of a failure of the former imperial agent’s, one that gives the newly-minted Rebel hope he doesn’t deserve (AKA, Kallus finds out about Lira San). (Oneshot. No, it’s not shippy. But it’s heavy.)


Yavin IV was very different from Atollon. Dense jungle yielded only enough for ancient temples to rise through the trees, and unforgiving vines still insisted on growing over the stone. But the vast stone courtyards worked well as landing pads, and the permanent structures provided cover for the rebels and their supplies, so it was not at all a bad set-up for the recovering Rebellion forces to move into.

Zeb hefted the heavy supply crate to the top of the stack he was building and broke to rest and gaze around the landing pad. It did not look so different from Atollon, he decided. Enough familiar ships speckled his view, and the ramshackled way they sorted supplies, set up generators, laid out their quarters, it was all things he recognized. The topography of a rebel base never changed much.

Something new caught his eye as he scanned the pad, something that didn’t fit, and his eyes moved back to the unfamiliar person. Agent Kallus. Just Kallus, now. It was still difficult to get used to. For so long, Zeb’s instincts had been trained to think threat when he saw the man. But circumstances had changed. Agent Kallus had become Fulcrum, and Fulcrum now became…

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the monkey king and the jade emperor

An audience with the Emperor was granted the moment Hiruzen stepped a foot into the southern gateway of the Imperial Palace, brown and green all over except for the glimpses of red that hinted at its original clay brick structure. The gates were unmanned. Within, a forest had consumed the stone courtyard and the compounds therein. Trees Hiruzen had never seen shivered with his passing. The Emperor saw all, The Emperor heard all. From his court at the heart of the palace The Emperor watched his every step. Hiruzen wasn’t superstitious, but – it was too late for these kinds of thoughts.

The iron staff strapped on his back and the shuriken and kunai hidden in every seam of his clothes clattered in his inner ears. He brought nothing else. The guards by the doors didn’t stop him – wooden guards with weapons and armors bearing witness to a hundred battles. Such was the fate of The Emperor’s fallen enemies, or so was whispered in his father’s camp. Hiruzen thought they bore The Emperor’s likeness. From here on it was wood: ornately carved doors, pillars like dragons coiling toward the sky. More statues. Vulnerable dry wood, eminently flammable. The Uchiha must have thought so, too. And now the only proof that the Uchiha had existed was the red-eyed wraith that delivered The Emperor’s judgement personally.

Hiruzen knelt between the open maws of a pair of lions. He clasped his hands before his face first before sinking until his forehead touched the ground. A booming laugh acknowledged his supplication. The Emperor found his staff, balanced precariously on Hiruzen’s hunched spine, funny. The same avuncular voice told him to rise, and when that wasn’t enough, to raise his head. To look at the Emperor in the eye. Hiruzen did, and found he had not spontaneously combusted. The Emperor sat in his golden throne, behind the great royal mahogany desk. He was dressed in green and yellow silk threaded with gold, and over the silk was the fabled Senju red armor. Atop of his unbound hair was a red hat not unlike a farmer’s. Not even a samurai’s, but a simple triangular hat made of canvas and painted the red of blood. The Emperor was beaming genially at him. Hiruzen was armed, and they were alone. But he reminded himself there were statues, and the palace itself lied between them. He reminded himself of the Uchiha.

Hiruzen prostrated himself once again, and delivered his father’s message, and his gift – himself. “Your servant came bearing a tribute.”

Prompts 54, 58, 65- Marauders Era: Sirius

First attempt for one of my biggest inspirations, @aveeragemusings , I’m sorry it took a little longer and I hope it’s not too much of a disappointment! Much love xoxo

Warnings: Swearing and mention of an abusive relationship

  • 54. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”
  • 58. “I want my best friend back.”
  • 65. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

“You’re a fucking bitch,” the blonde boy’s words used to sting at her heart, burning like acid, but she’d heard them so many times they began simply echoing off her numbed soul, not bringing tears to her eyes anymore.


She’d learned that the best thing was not to argue, so his harsh words were met by a barely audible: “Okay.”


“Sod off now, and come back to me when you’ve finished being such a fuck up,” he releases her hands, a shooting pain remaining in her wrists as he walked away, angry and determined, and left her standing with a straight face and a crumbling heart.

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Ghost

Requested

Draco x Reader where they have been in a secret relationship since fifth year (the reader is a Gryffindor). They meet at the battle of Hogwarts where Draco’s parents call him to come to them and he has to side with Voldemort.




Draco hears it before he sees it. A high, cold rasp that he’s become far too familiar with. A shriek and a cry and shock seizing the base of his spine when he finally can make out the words.

Harry Potter is dead.”

Dread floods his mouth, hot and thick, as he stumbles down the crumbling limestone steps, glances around the ash mottled courtyard, sees the lifeless body of Harry Potter hoisted in the groundskeeper’s arms.

The Boy Who Lived.

The Savior.

Dead.

The thought seems more like a requiem than an anthem.

And Draco –

Draco is seventeen years old. There’s soot beneath his fingernails and blood smeared across his knuckles and a Dark Mark stamped onto the skin of his arm. He’s caught, inexplicably, between two sides of a war. His blood doesn’t feel so special anymore, not when his father’s been locked up for it and his family’s been threatened for it.

The world has been turned upside down. Crystal vases shattering and misconceptions cracking. Love wilting like a rose in the wintertime.

He can see her. Standing just a few feet ahead of him. Gryffindor tie loose around her neck and cheek streaked with dirt. She won’t look at him. She’s wearing the bracelet he had given her their fifth year, only a short while after they had begun dating.

She had refused it initially, on principle.

He’s still not sure how he managed to wear her down about that, how he managed to catch her in the first place; when she’s brave and reckless and he’s scared, too scared to let anyone even know that they’re more than they seem.

He’d ruined everything.

Y/N didn’t know. Didn’t know about his task or about the mark until it was too late to salvage anything.

Draco still loves her. So fucking much.

It’s a curse, he thinks, almost worse than the one on his arm.

He can hear his father, hissing his name across the courtyard. He can see in his peripheral the gazes of his classmates, the thin lipped frown twisting McGonagall’s face, the trembling of Y/N’s shoulders.

He takes a step forward.

It’s more than a step.

It’s a betrayal.

It’s a thunder strike.

It’s a heart break.

Draco knows what he’s doing. Knows that he’s deciding between his family and her. Knows that when he reaches them, when he sides with them, it’s all over.

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Draco steps forward.

Y/N watches him. Clenches her jaw and steels her spine and watches as he chooses.

Because this –

It’s nothing short of anguish. The final straw and the last rift in a broken heart. It’s sides being picked and ribs being snapped and the final chords of a love song that was never really meant to be.

She can see, almost through a penseive, the cracked films of memories. His fingers in hers, the cool nights atop the astronomy tower, lipstick stained kisses and legs tangled against a Slytherin green mattress. She can see the moment it all fell apart. His face through the steam of the platform sixth year, a difference and a change and the beginning of an end.

But Draco’s falling into place beside his parents, beside the Death Eaters, and suddenly Y/N seems to understand.

The gravity of it all is overwhelming. Moon pulled tides that sweep over her head and fill up her lungs.

She’s drowning and nobody can even see.

Neville Longbottom is shuffling across the courtyard.

Draco meets her eyes. Licks his lips and shifts his feet.

No one notices as she undoes the bracelet clasped around her wrist. Tosses it against the stone of the courtyard among the rubble.

But Draco sees. Sees and understands with a startling amount of clarity.

The war isn’t over yet, but everything between them is.