sun stream

squishylittlebear  asked:

8, 24, 27 :)

8. what time are you most productive?

I can churn out whole porn novels when I’ve got a essay deadline I should be focusing on instead, oops.

24. favorite scene you’ve ever written

From Flame Keepers:

Eggsy wakes disoriented in the unfamiliar bed, afternoon sun streaming through a window on the wrong wall throwing him for just a moment before he remembers all in a rush and tucks his face into the pillow to hide a grin. The cotton reeks, the scent of sweaty hair damp against his nose, and he twists back round with a grimace, trying to kick away the sheet he’s got tangled round his bare legs.

“Oh my god. Harry, we stink.”

He cracks his eyes open finally and sees the other side of the bed is empty, crumpled and stained but empty. He presses his palm to the sheet there, finding it cool, and feels a weird twinge of regret that if there’s been any first-morning-after cuddling he’s slept like a corpse right through the whole thing.

“You do,” Harry says indignantly from somewhere. “I’ve showered.”

“Where the fuck are you?” He glances around the room – no Harry, although there’s a taxidermy monkey thing on top of the wardrobe that they’re going to have words about – then hears a floorboard creak and shuffles on his front to the edge of the bed, chin resting on folded arms for the best show in town: Harry, shoulders still flushed from the heat of the shower, doing push-ups on the carpet wearing nothing but a pair of little black cotton boxers like the ones Eggsy watched him strip off earlier. For a minute he’s a bit tongue-tied and starry-eyed, gaze lingering hungrily on the tight curved lines of muscles flexing and shifting in Harry’s arms, the narrowness of his ridiculous waist and the long indentation of his spine, then he says, “If you’re gonna do that at least let me get under you first, yeah?” and Harry stutters to a stop, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile.

“Don’t distract me. I’ve lost count now.”

Eggsy unfurls one arm then and reaches down to touch him, just the gentle stroke of a single fingertip down the length of Harry’s back from his nape to the elastic waistband of his pants. “I think you got as far as sixty-nine,” he says innocently and Harry laughs out loud, bringing himself to his knees in front of the bed and carding his fingers lightly through Eggsy’s filthy hair with a look of such unabashed fondness in his eyes that Eggsy can feel it squirming in his stomach, like the breathless anticipation at the peak of a rollercoaster climb.

“I know you’re on holiday but will you stay?”

“What, like forever?”

“Well. Ideally, yes.”

“Explain that monkey with the tache before I make any hasty decisions.”

“HQ had a whip round for my fortieth and that’s what they got me. He’s an emperor tamarin.”

“They all need to fucking stop encouraging you, you’re out of control. If I’d seen it there earlier I woulda made it face the wall.”

“He’s an antique,” Harry says, faintly scandalised, “and very dear to me,” and Eggsy loops an arm around Harry’s neck in an awkward loose hug, squirms forward on his belly to bump a clumsy kiss off the scar on his cheekbone, and murmurs in his ear, “You’re an antique, and very dear to me,” before getting hit hard in the face with a pillow

27. best review you ever got

ALL OF THEM <3

Asks for fanfic writers

Can we just imagine for a moment Draco finding a muggle camera and wanting to take every picture he can because “Harry they don’t move!”. Harry would be so amused watching Draco take photos.

Until its early in the morning, and Draco is standing above him, snapping away. And Harry would be slightly annoyed, but not really, because it’s Draco and watching his whole face light up from this is everything Harry could ever want.

So he covers his face, and hides his smile. He’ll kiss him later, whisper how much he loves him, and watch the soft blush creep up Draco’s pale skin.

And Draco, well, he wants to remember this. He needs to have this moment forever: Harry soft, and sleepy, still tangled in their sheets. The memories of the night before slip between the photo, and Draco just wants to crawl into Harry’s arms again and stay there.

He saves the photos in a small book, each with a little note, or poem, or memory. He keeps the book hidden away.

But sometimes on the days when Harry needs it the most, when the past stalks back and drags him away, then Draco will take out the book and remind Harry; remind the green-eyed man how much he loves him; kiss away his tears, and hold him close. They’ll flip through the pages, soft laughter filling the room as the good moments come back again.

But for now the morning sun is streaming in, and Draco cannot help but take another photo.

like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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Wait, a comet has tails?! Yes!! Normally, a comet will have two tails: an ion tail of charged particles emitted by the comet that are pushed out by the solar wind coming from the Sun, and a dust tail of small debris that orbits behind the comet but is also pushed out, to some degree, by the solar wind. 

Frequently a comet may sometimes appear to have only one tail because the other tail is not easily visible from the Earth. 

In the featured unusual image,Comet 2P/Encke appears to have three tails because the ion tail split into 2 close to the time when the image was taken. The complex solar wind is occasionally turbulent and sometimes creates unusual structure in an ion tail. 

Questions? Ask ask ask!! 

Image Credit & Copyright: Fritz Helmut Hemmerich

This Is War [9]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1274

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: All of the support and comments that I have been receiving on this series has really made me feel so great and totally inspired!! I’m sorry this part is.. Well.. You’ll see.. Feedback as always would be amazing!! Thank you for reading xoxo

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An Ice Cave inside Iceland’s Vatnajokull Glacier

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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when clarke watched lexa sleeping she was sketching, she was letting herself step away from her responsibilities, hide in this safe, warm bubble of lexa’s protection where she didn’t have to face the hard choices, the fight with bellamy. the scene was lit really warmly, all in gold and orange tones.  sun streaming through the window. it serves to gives us the scene as this intimate, soft moment where clarke feels safe.

but when clarke watched bellamy sleeping she was working, facing those responsibilities even though she hated doing it. she was still there, still working for her people despite butting heads with raven and bellamy. that scene isn’t lit warmly and comfortingly, it’s really blue and cold, iirc it’s raining outside. but you know who is lit by a soft warm light? bellamy blake napping on the couch. ‘cause even when she’s in the cold, dark, hard place making choices she hates making bellamy is her safe, warm place. 

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