sunset over the city

summer moods
  • aries: running with your friends at night, fireworks illuminating your footsteps
  • taurus: white linen curtains flowing in the breeze, sitting in your bed with tea in the morning, breathing it in
  • gemini: laughing with a group on the edge of a cliff at sunset, all gold, wind ruffling green grass
  • cancer: midnight at a party under a full moon, leaning in close to kiss someone in private, silvery moonlight
  • leo: walking into a golden room, arms outstretched as your smile mirrors the sun, friends sitting at the table
  • virgo: walking over grass just out of the city nearing sunset, where it's still warm, hearing nothing but nature
  • libra: a summer daze morning, snuggled in bed with your lover, you owe nothing to the day
  • scorpio: under the stars, on a roof with your closest friend, sharing red wine and laughter
  • sagittarius: chatter at a late night beach party, red cup in your hand, dancing by a fire
  • capricorn: feeling the dirt between your toes, under a tree, the sun is finally out
  • aquarius: running to a car in denim shorts, a sudden road trip, drive to the tallest hill
  • pisces: a fresh moonlit canvas, hands covered in blue and gold paint

ciwyw aesthetic: endless spirals of ethereal poetry, unintentional reverie beneath dripping cotton candy sunsets, caramelised whispers of love and hope, serene airplane rides over neon city lights, allowing someone past your built up boundaries amid a fresh spring morning, lacing fingers by glowing fires on a crisp, dark autumn night, a soft, honey stained kiss that obliterates your past and demands a future, evening drives down moonlit highways with your lover as sheer freedom fervently blooms through your ribcage like wildflowers, hair flying in soft waves as you vivaciously twirl in a kaleidoscope of bliss amid rolling countrysides, glistening glances, shared secrets and lingering touches whilst gazing at a canopy of stars, warm embraces by glimmering ocean waves, blurry polaroids of lovers dancing and unbridled, vibrant laughter, “you’re forever my favourite daydream,” the fresh scent of rain after a storm passes, comforting blue eyes.

New Man



summary: it’s been a year, and dan and phil haven’t spoken since the night the door had slammed and their relationship was placed on its deathbed. dan knows phil isn’t happy. dan knows andrew isn’t phil’s type. he knows there are fewer things phil would rather do less than spend his free time in the gym, eat kale, and drive cars that probably cost more than his house. dan isn’t happy either, but there’s little he can do other than watch phil’s new life blossom from behind the glass of a phone screen.

(aka basically a fic based on ed sheeran’s absolute Banger of a song new man I highly recommend)

word count: 7k

warnings: alcohol, brief mention of smoking


“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

He freezes, his heart thudding.


“Are you around at all?” Phil prompts, and the lack of hesitation in his voice is almost disconcerting.

Dan skips a beat. He knows this is only the vodka talking, only the alcohol unzipping Phil’s reserved exterior and giving way to a pushy, over-enthusiastic and giggly side to his character, but there’s a part of him, albeit a very small part buried deep down, that desperately wants to say yes.

“Um-“ Dan gulps, his chest thumping. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he sighs. “Let’s face it. We haven’t spoken in months, about anything, and you just pop up and phone me completely out of nowhere,” he gulps, before adding in a lower voice, “and it’s not like we ended on brilliant terms, either.”

“Which is why I’m saying we should meet up now,” Phil urges. “We both miss each other, don’t we?”

He’s twenty weeks deep, and apparently they went to Paris last summer.

His thumb slides idly along the glass, scrolling through filtered picture after filtered picture. The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. A familiar face beside the River Seine, the city lights stretching into amber ribbons on the water’s surface. Some expensive-looking car parked on the side of the road, white shine and blacked-out windows. White wine on the balcony, the sunset a pastel cascade over the city. It looks as if they had a good time.

He lurks with great care, monitoring the movement of every muscle in his thumb in hopes of avoiding the dreaded double tap. Accidentally liking your ex’s new boyfriend’s pictures in itself is certainly one thing, but ones dating way back over five months ago is another.

It’s harder to look at Phil’s Instagram that far back. When there’s a red heart below the picture instead of a transparent one, it takes him a while to figure out whether or not he’d already liked the picture or if he’d slipped up.

He scrolls more. Cars, cars, four tattooed guys at some exotic-looking bar wearing matching grins, a beach, more fucking cars, gym selfie, gym selfie, and-

What the fuck?

He frowns at his phone screen, peering into the glass with narrowed eyes like he’s seeing properly for the first time.

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Barcelona Recap

- Eating a crepe out of a triangle paper: CHECK

- Standing in front of Sagrada Familia: CHECK

- Photo with Gaudi’s Casa Batllo: CHECK

- The bench: CHECK

- Shopping: CHECK

- Standing with my love in front of Catedral de Barcelona: CHECK

- Nuts: NO CHECK :( :( :(

- Any sort of brown bag with green stickers: NO CHECK

- Christmas Market: NO CHECK (Ok admittedly though I wasn’t super hoping for this one ;))

Now. Perhaps my most important revelation involved Park Guell (which, technically, was Yurio/Otabek’s thing, not Victor/Yuuri’s, but I DIGRESS).

The important thing to note is that the area Otabek takes Yuri to is ticketed. And not just ticketed, but like, buy online or hours in advance and sells out daily ticketed.

This means Otabek PLANNED this. This means Otabek went online and bought not one, but TWO tickets to go to Park Guell. This means he went LOOKING for Yuri Plisetsky. FOUND Yuri Plisetsky. And WITH INTENTION took him to a surrealist park to watch the sunset over the city and ask him to be his friend.

Y'all I am dead.


Sunset over Sydney, Australia

Dinner Surprise - Tom Holland Imagine

Words: 2k

Summary: Tom being a little tease during dinner

((can you just imagine Tom looking at you like ^^^ I think my heart would melt and I would die just saying))


You strut through your penthouse apartment overlooking New York City, humming lightly along to the tune of your favorite song playing lightly in the background. The sunset over the city skyline was painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, clouds drifting over the horizon to make way for the night sky.

Your eyes trailed over to Tom, who was walking towards you dressed in his suit pants and white shirt, buttons undone exposing the bare skin of his chest.

You couldn’t help but admire the look of his abs flashing past the white material of his shirt hanging loosely, and the way his arms were restrained by the fabric cladding his shoulders.

“I bought you something,” he murmurs as he neared you as he fiddles with the button on his sleeve. “In the bedroom” he motions his head behind him, towards the open door.

You walk past him, keeping one skeptical eye on his as you do so. Tom bit down on his lower lip as he watched you sashay your hips as you walked towards the room.

As you entered, you saw a black dress strewn across the king-size white duvet.

“What’s this?” you point your hand towards the dress as look turn around, looking at Tom who was leaning against the doorframe.

“The ‘something’ I bought for you” he answers.

You give him a small smile before turning back, walking towards the bed and running your fingertips along the fabric. The soft material was delicate and smooth. You admired the form of it, tucking in to be fitted around the waist before falling down the legs with a high slit up the side, just enough for a flash of skin as you walked. The neck was made of two thick strands of fabric to be tied in a knot behind your neck.

Although the design was simple, it was classy. Tom knew that you weren’t one for flashy ball gowns or extravagant gifts; he knew just what you liked and what would look good on you.

“Do you like it?” he questions. You silently answer with a nod of your head.

“Well get dressed darling, or we’ll be late” he says as he walks out of the room.

As you lift the dress from the bed, a smaller bundle of black fabric falls from under the dress. You frown at it, picking it up and holding it out in front of you. Your frown quickly turns into a smirk along with a light chuckle to yourself.

A pair of delicate, lacy underwear matched with a bra to wear with the dress. Of course Tom wouldn’t forget about those aspects of your outfit.

You let out a little laugh to yourself at the thought of Tom shopping for you, let alone looking at women’s underwear, maybe even asking someone for help to look for the right thing.

You strip down from the clothes you were wearing and slide on the matching bra and panties. Although it was ever so slight, the panties felt a little different to your other pairs, almost bulkier and harder, but the thought quickly exited your mind as Tom walked back into the room, fully dressed and tightening his tie around his neck. He let out an audible sigh, tilting his head to the side and he looked you up and down.

He walked towards you, placing his hands on your hips as your arms twisted around his neck, fingers grazing through his hair.

“I suddenly don’t want to go to dinner,” he says quietly.

“Too bad you’re the star of the movie and need to be there” you reply. Tom frowns at your response. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to throw you on the bed behind you and have his way. As the thought danced through his mind, you could see him coming up with all sorts of wicked and wonderful plans for the night.

You untangle your arms from him, Tom letting out a whine ever so slightly. You turned and pick up the dress, leaning over more than what was needed, knowing that Tom’s eyes would be on your round black-lace clad behind.

“I swear-“ he is cut off by you standing and turning to face him.

“I swear you will pay for that,” he says with a devilish grin on his face.

You loved teasing Tom, because you knew how hot and bothered he would get in those instances, sometimes he couldn’t help himself, and the two of you were often late to plans because of it. But this time he knew he had something planned for the night.


Later in the evening, the two of you were joined by cast and crew to enjoy a formal dinner. You had slid into the dress Tom bought you and loved the way it fell down your body.

As you were waiting in between courses, you could see he was up to something, seeing him handle his phone in his lap, trying to conceal it from the others sat around the table.

You watched from the corner of your eye and Tom opened an app not-so-discreetly titled ‘Fun-derwear’.

You eyed Tom’s nimble fingers scrolling through his phone before landing on something on the screen.

Seconds later, you jumped ever so slightly at the subtlest of vibrations that started to tingle between your legs. Your knee almost bumped the table at the shock of the unexpected sensation.

Tom grew an evil smile, and you glared at him when you put two and two together. The underwear he had purchased you earlier, that you were wearing right now, were vibrating panties.

Tom snaked a hand to rest on your inner thigh, pushing through the slit of your dress and stroking a thumb up and down your skin, all the while still sporting a smug grin dancing along his lips.

You shift your legs, crossing your thighs in some kind of attempt to subdue the sensation that is quickly distracting you from the conversation at the dinner table.

Tom loved this, watching you squirm next to him while trying you hardest to not moan his name incoherently. You latched your hand around his wrist, as his hand was buried between your thighs in an attempt to somewhat sooth you, or it was his way to make you even more hot under the collar. You squeezed your legs together, stopping Tom from sliding his hand any further up your leg, and he threw you a side-eye glare before responding to a question someone from across the table was asking. You didn’t know whom it was that was talking, and you didn’t care. Your mind was so blindsided by the fact Tom thought he could have some fun with you.

You steadied yourself, composed your voice and joined back into the conversation with the other dinner guests.

It was mere minutes later that Tom pulled his phone out again, opening the same app and switching up the mode of the vibrations.

The tingles intensified ten-fold, turning into quakes of pleasure that rolled over your core, making you buckle a little and the feel of it. You tried to disguise the odd behavior with a cough, turning towards Tom as you pretended to clear your throat over your shoulder.

“Are you okay darling? Would you like some water?” Tom innocently asks, not being able to hide his smirk.

“I’m fine,” you say sarcastically sweet, returning his grin with a smile of your own.

You shifted in your chair, repositioning your legs and waist to try and find some refuge from the vibrations, only to make them hit different spots. Your breath hitched in your throat and you let out a little shudder before you found a comfortable position in your chair.

Tom couldn’t wipe the smug grin from his face as he lifted a glass of water to his lips, eyeing you and you swept your hair from your eyes, tucking the loose stands behind your ear.

He pulled his phone out once more, but before he could switch up the vibration speed any more, the conversation topic changed and caught your ear.

“Does anyone else hair that noise?” Someone abruptly said, to which was followed by everyone falling silent within seconds. Tom hastily fumbled his fingers on his phone, shutting off the vibrations, leaving you feeling thankful, but a little bit disappointed that the sensations were gone.

With the quick distraction from Tom, you excused yourself to head for the bathroom.

Upon your return, Tom shifts in his chair to stand, pulling your chair out and tucking it in as you sit down on it. Tom shuffles his chair so that he is sat closer to you and places a hand on your back, thumb rubbing up and down.

It didn’t take him long to get back to the game he was playing earlier, and you saw from the corner of you eye and familiar app open once again, but this time Tom wasn’t aware that you had a plan of your own.

You braced yourself knowing for what was to come, and sure enough as Tom’s nimble fingers pressed on the subtlest of vibrations once again. You could see the furrow of his brow when he didn’t elicit the reaction from you that he wanted.

You continued on with your conversation flawlessly, ignoring the growingly irritated Tom beside you, staring at you as he tried to understand why you weren’t acting like you had before. Tom grew more and more confused, less subtly now staring at you and flashing glances down to your legs.

Tom began to shift in his chair to once again bring the same app open, and your eyes caught sight of Tom scrolling through the vibration options.

Towards the bottom there was one labeled ‘screamer’, to which Tom’s thumb promptly tapped.

It was then when he began to hear the low hum from your purse sat between the two of you, and his eyes darted up to you. He realized that you were no longer wearing anything under that dress from the waist down.

You smile to yourself, whilst continuing the conversation with the person sat next to you.

Tom slid his phone back into his pocket after shutting off the vibrations, smile was gone and he wasn’t all that pleased that you had beat him at his own game.

From then on, Tom didn’t try to hide the disgruntled behavior in his tone of voice. His quick dismissal from conversation started to be noticed by the other dinner guests.

Whilst a conversation was enveloping everyone, you took the chance to nudge your elbow into Tom’s side. He threw you a frowning glace as you leaned towards him.

“Don’t be such a party-pooper” you whisper.

“I’m not the one who ended our little game.”

“No, you’re the one who thought it would be okay for me to orgasm in front of your colleagues”.

Tom huffed and turned his head away, and you subtly rolled your eyes at his childishness. 

  “Just wait until we get home, and then we can play a different game of our own” you murmur under your breath, causing Tom to look back at you with raised eyebrows. You didn’t look at him, but instead joined in with the conversation happening to your right, leaving Tom to question whether or not he heard you right.

Tom was distracted for the remainder of the night, constantly stealing glances from you every time he would mention something even a little sultry or suggestive towards your plans for later in the night.

As the night came to an end, you and Tom said your farewells to your friends. You parted ways and headed for the car, Tom sliding silently into the drivers seat as you did the same into the passenger seat next to him.

With no words shared between the two of you, you could feel the built up tension, energy buzzing in the space between you and Tom. Both of you were thinking of the same thing and you couldn’t help but notice Tom driving a little erratically and rushed to get home.

It didn’t take long for Tom to park the car and hurriedly help you out of the passenger seat, before leading you up into your home.

As soon as you were inside with the door closed behind you, Tom’s hands were on your waist, pulling you so hard that you crashed into his chest. His lips were hot and heavy on yours as the two of you bumped into almost everything as you stumbled your way to the bedroom.

i wanna talk about post-canon, though. ignoring the gunshot and the chip and the entire col plotline.

building cabins? honest to goodness houses by golly. the process is long and back-breaking but the first one is up and ready so it’s their inspiration for the next ten. a couple laborers come from ton-dc (which is on it’s way to being functional again) to show them which trees are the best to use. how to tell which will give planks for walls and which for floors, if need be. they’re taught how to thatch roofs, straw and moss and reeds from the river being wound together to keep them dry during the summer storms.

the first baby on the ground is born, a little girl named soncha (trigedasleng for light). lexa comes from polis to bless her, something her parents have been told is a part of grounder culture… though it’s odd for her to travel this far just for one child. the commander comes without her armor, a show of trust, the only thing to set her apart from the arkadians is the tattoo peeking out from her below her shirt sleeve. she sits with the baby for a while, holding the bundled girl to her chest, murmuring her well wishes. before leaving the settlement she pulls clarke into her now finished cabin. clarke hasn’t been able to get to polis in over a week, too many construction-related injuries stealing her attention.

octavia has begun to be able to look at clarke with something less harsh than her usual sharp glare so… progress. she and lincoln moved to ton-dc to help with the reconstruction but they ride to arkadia several times a week to visit friends and family. especially now that bellamy has begun to get beet red every time raven looks at him. octavia would never pass up an opportunity to watch her big brother squirm.

when clarke isn’t training with her mother in the newly built clinic (“it has an operating room, clarke! it’s going to be sterile!!”) or offering her services to the people of ton-dc, who haven’t found a permanent for nyko, she’s in polis soaking up as much of lexa as she’s possibly able. things are… somewhat peaceful so they have more time on their hands than they did before. 

lexa takes her through the city and the surrounding villages, introducing her to everyone they meet. clarke’s trigedasleng is coming along and she almost never accidently insults anyone anymore. she paints more than she ever has. sunsets over the city, the dropship, the people they’ve lost, lexa. mostly lexa let’s be honest. the nightbloods take to her quickly. aden makes a deal with her just before she’s about to leave for arkadia after her first night staying with lexa, “i’ll keep an eye on her here if you watch her out there.”


Above it All by Mike
Via Flickr:
Edinburgh Castle at Sunset looking out over the city. I liked how the fading light hit the face of the buildings and gave some slight definition to the surrounding areas. There has been a castle here since the 12th century and was a royal residence up through the 1600s. Now it willingly opens its doors to the foreign “invaders” who visit by the thousands.

Painting Class - A Feysand Fic

Headcanon created by @her-misplaced-wings in one late night conversation and was posted: here

AO3: here

Fic Masterlist: here

Summary: Years after the events of ACOWAR, Feyre opens up a painting shop/studio on the Rainbow and gives painting classes to citizens, free of charge, while Rhys offers to cover their official duties for the night.

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