the sound of raindrops

the signs as aesthetics

aries - dirty high tops, varsity jackets, sunrises, graffiti, pins and patches, lightning, live concerts, wide grins, lollipops, skinny jeans, matches, the moment before the drop on a roller coaster

taurus - flower crowns, oversized sweaters, mom jeans, mugs, leather, log fires, sunlight peeking through the window, leaves, succulents, journals, sleeping in on the weekends, messy buns

gemini - bright eyes, bicycles, overalls, new friends, art museums, iced coffee, infectious laughter, pastel colors, bubblegum, new books, speakers, yellow highlighter, singing in the shower

cancer - the beach, hair blowing in the wind, bath bombs, conch shells, balloons, the moon, soft serve, the sound of raindrops against the window, knee high socks, running barefoot, inspirational quotes

leo - gold stars, sparklers, mascara, romantic poetry, mirrors, sunflowers, running through a meadow, glitter, fairy lights, hot baths, monarch butterflies, sunny days, bright eyeshadow

virgo - french braids, calligraphy, bookstores, collared shirts, to-do lists, teacups, watercolors, mason jars, dainty hands, cuffed pants, fresh linens, classic literature, potted plants, bullet journals, clear aviators

libra - cotton candy clouds, bubble baths, cherry blossoms, lace, lip gloss, ferris wheels, gentle eyes, holding hands, pink lemonade, candy hearts, novels, birds chirping, strawberries, vintage cars

scorpio - sunsets, midnight conversations, driving on an empty highway, listening to the radio, rainy days, crescent moon, tv static, all-nighters, white sheets, the ocean

sagittarius - road trips, beanies, doodling, maps, getting lost, stargazing, forests, fireflies, polaroids, cameras, paint-stained jeans, light bulbs, messy ponytails, traveling the world

capricorn - architecture, silhouettes, sheet music, mountains, old books, coffee shops, high ceilings, history museums, skylines, nude lipstick, spiral staircases, neat handwriting, cobblestone

aquarius - combat boots, neon signs, geodes, starry skies, pool water, song lyrics, bulky headphones, space, telescopes, multi-colored fairy lights, smoke, activism, 24-hour gas stations, dyed hair

pisces - daydreaming, umbrellas, finger paint, sketchbooks, getting lost in your thoughts, ice cream trucks, earphones, leggings, sweatshirts, paint chips, swing sets, daisies, milkshakes, bubbles, scented candles

bangtan as things

[namjoon] nighttime after it’s rained and the ground is wet, the reflection of streetlights beneath your feet. cars pass and you’re alone, the feeling of turning pages, whether metaphorically or literally, libraries, dark coffee, literature, dried flowers, pencil shavings, stacked books, grey hoodies, using up your entire battery in one sitting.

[seokjin] the comfort of being with someone you love, friendly banter, love letters, ballads, fairy lights, ivory furniture, lattes, lullabies, neat studying notes, desks littered with figurines, lipstick kisses on napkins, incense.

[yoongi] the empty feeling that comes when you stay up too late or when you sleep too much, never being happy enough with your self-care, the sun that warms your chest in the dead of winter, poetry, forehead kisses, small meaningful tattoos, curtains that let in light and bring a sense of comfort and warmth to a room, snowflakes or raindrops clinging to eyelashes, the slow sound of windshield wipers, the melancholic hum of background music, ocean spray, winter breeze, flickering streetlights, the rush you feel from a first love, a first kiss.

[hoseok] group hugs, words of encouragement, doodles, a hand rubbing circles on your back, a shoulder to put your head on or the head that’s on your shoulder, an arm interlaced with yours, the giddy laughter between childhood friends, carnival games, kisses pressed to your forehead and to the palms of your hands.

[jimin] warm sheets, hot chocolate and marshmallows, falling asleep by the fireplace, listening to the ost of a movie over and over again, vivid skies, hair that sweeps across like waves in the ocean, running barefoot on the beach, waltzes, falling autumn leaves, someone holding your face in their hands, kisses intentionally missing your mouth and tracing the outline of your face, secretly holding hands.

[taehyung] the feeling of fingers running through your hair, hearing someone else’s heartbeat when you lay your head on their chest, rainbow hair ties, putting daisies in your hair, falling asleep in a meadow, plush toys, someone pushing brushing or kissing away your tears.

[jungkook] night skies that look like blankets of glitter, the allure of the stars making you want to reach out and touch them, warm showers, wind that’s possessive, ocean spray, spilled glitter, velvet, sleeping with your headphones in, the worn down keys on a computer keyboard, trading cards collections, biting your nails, resting your head against the car window, shy smiles, backhugs.

more concept playlists

you’re in your first apartment and it’s too small and it’s raining and you’re a little stoned, but your succulents and the sound of raindrops hitting the window are gently comforting

you are cursed to live in an abandoned church that has been overgrown with vines and filled with damp earth. you spend your days with sun-bleached deer bones and your nights with the ghost of a young man, whose lips are always just barely too cold on your neck

you’re twelve years old, and you and your weird but likable neighbor have decided to go on a road trip (i.e. however far you can get on your bikes before it gets dark and your mom calls you home because the pizza’s here), so you blast your boombox as you ride off down the road

it’s 1988 and you’re at a shitty house party and not feeling it, so you make eye contact with the girl who likes the smiths a little too much and decide to go make out with her in the bathroom

it’s midnight and you’re drinking shitty coffee in a rundown diner that’s nearly empty. you think this place may only exist after 11PM. in fact, you think this place may not really exist at all

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11:57 PM - Peter Parker

request - alright i fuckin love tom holland so please like a smut where you catch peter sneaking in after dark and he tells you about his whole spider thing while you take care of wounds and such, and he’s like super scared your gonna leave him and so you reassure him and take care of him in another way if you catch my drift, this was real long but yeah thank you 

a/n - yes finally i post a smut fic on this blog and tbh it was kind of fun and interesting to write so i hope it isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

10:46 PM. Nearly 4 hours ever since Peter left me alone in his room. We were doing our Calculus homework with one another until he claimed he got an emergency phone call and ran out the door before I could say anything, taking his backpack with him.

The only thing that kept me company was my textbook and the sound of the falling rain from the outside. May was fast asleep in her room while I was far from that, my heart becoming a mix between anger and fear. I bounced my pencil against the pages of the math book, staring at my calculator as time went by.

I checked my phone again, 10:50 PM. Still no texts, no calls, nothing. I stared at my lockscreen for a few seconds before shutting off my phone and pushing it to the side, growing more frustrated by the minute.

“Dammit Peter.” I muttered, throwing my head back in a fit. I listened to the sound of the raindrops to try to calm me down, but nothing was working at this point.

I huffed and got up from the desk, beginning to pack my things up and call it a night, being more than prepared to give Peter the silent treatment for the next week. Just as I was about to zip my bag up, I heard the locks on the window become undone.

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What the moon signs remind me of

Aries moon: heart sunglasses, poppies, staying out all night clubbing, cherries, freckles, helix piercings
Taurus moon: sweaters, my favorite perfume, nude lipsticks, watching a silly movie with your friends, cats purring
Gemini moon: jeans jackets, carefree dancing, flower dresses, honey, blonde hair, the sound of laughter
Cancer moon: stormy seas, diamonds, white nail polish, lilies, cuddling with your special other, nose kisses
Leo moon: sunshine, hoop earrings, brown eyes, amber stones, crooked smiles, gold jewelry
Virgo moon: white dresses, espadrilles, pearls, carrying all your books to school, hair ties, silver rings
Libra moon: lavender, sparkly bracelets, raspberries, having sleepovers with your friends, white sand, pink eyeshadow
Scorpio moon: red lipstick, hickeys, ripped skinny jeans, long hugs, eyebrow piercings, dark straight hair
Sagittarius moon: tattoos, red hair, the sound of raindrops, green eyes, singing in the car with your friends, crop tops
Capricorn moon: leather jackets, high heels, nose piercings, glasses, waking up at sunrise, long nails
Aquarius moon: ferris wheels, chokers, braided short hair, stargazing, birth marks, blue eyes, orchids
Pisces moon: crystals, the color pink, tongue piercings, short skirts, sleeping until noon, crying with joy

call it poetry –

the 150 patchwork characters above your instagram photos and below your profile picture; the 650 words you bled into your common app essay, baptized by midnight tears and shaky fingers on backlit keyboards; the 2 am text you sent your friend when she was sad, which read more like a love song than any top 50 hit; the scribbled words you placed among doodles and integrals on the back of your math test, the ones you almost hesitated to erase before you turned it in. 

call it art –  

that photo of your best friend laughing, even though it’s blurry and his left hand is out of frame; those pancakes, the ones the man at the other booth smirked at you for admiring before eating, laughing harshly before returning to his bitter coffee and significantly underappreciated waffles; the sunsets and sunrises that fill your photo stream, reminders that yesterday was beautiful and tomorrow might be too; the photo of yourself that you can’t decide if you quite like, but can’t delete either, your finger nervously hovering above it. post it. 

call it music –

the laughter of your friends from the other room that makes you smile, even though you missed the joke; the sound of your turn signal clicking, melting into the patter of raindrops on the windshield’s glass; the whistle of the summer wind outside of your old bedroom, the one that promised fairytales and twisters in sleepless childhood nights; the rhythm of your shoes in the empty hallway, reverberating with the sound of your arrival.

it is poetry.

it is art.

it is music. 

it is you.

a concept: i live in a cottage within the forest, the trees are the tallest thing you’ve ever seen. ranging from pine to maple with branches stretching towards the sky. inside the cottage is cool and dry, the sound of the raindrops gently hitting the roof and windows. outside the earth is alive, leaves blowing in the breeze and so very green. you hold my hand, rubbing your thumb over mine, leading me through the backdoor to our yard. from there we venture fourth to the garden. the air smells so fresh, pure. the blueberry bushes are full of berries, we pick them together and laugh when the trees above us sprinkle water on our heads. we’re at peace in our home, where it’s just us and nature. we spend the rest of the evening on the deck in each others company, a blanket around us both.

The Signs As Aesthetics

aries - dirty high tops, varsity jackets, sunrises, graffiti, pins and patches, lightning, live concerts, wide grins, lollipops, skinny jeans, matches, the moment before the drop on a roller coaster

taurus - flower crowns, oversized sweaters, mom jeans, mugs, leather, log fires, sunlight peeking through the window, leaves, succulents, journals, sleeping in on the weekends, messy buns

gemini - bright eyes, bicycles, overalls, new friends, art museums, iced coffee, infectious laughter, pastel colors, bubblegum, new books, speakers, yellow highlighter, singing in the shower

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Bouquet of Roses -- Steve Harrington

Requested: “hi can I get an imagines with steve Harrington because he is a babe where you guys planned a date then he was late because he was fighting the demidogs and u think he’s cheating on u sorry for the long request but thank you if write” “I know you have a ton of requests but would you be able to do a Steve Harrington x reader smut? — stilinskisuggs” “Hi! I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington smut? Literally anything you want, thank you love x”

Warnings: SMUT!!! (16+). Cursing.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Your suspicions that Steve is cheating only grows when he ditches your date to go to Nancy’s house. He proves to you that he would never cheat on you in the best way.

Listen To: Roses by Shawn Mendes

Words: 1827

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librarian gothic

-you arrive for the early shift every morning at 7:30. you turn on the lights. the shadows recede. on thursday, you turn on the lights, but for exactly one second, the shadows remain present. you try to ignore the feeling of terror that rockets through you. 

-the circulation computer has been giving staff problems for years; the screen freezes, the mouse sticks, and the monitor constantly flashes “time of death: 3:18. cause: electrocution.” a patron jokes, “must be possessed.” you try to laugh, but you eye the clock: 3:15. 

-the library has a metal roof; when it rains, the sound echoes through the whole library, huge raindrops pummeling the building. you have been enjoying the sound of the rain for about 3 hours when two patrons walk in wearing shorts and dry t shirts, commenting on how nice the sunshine feels. 

-a newcomer in the town has just signed up for a library card. you are explaining what happens when materials are overdue. books are 25 cents a day when overdue; if they are lost, the patron is hung by their toes on the front lawn. the patron laughs at your joke. you do not. you were not joking. 

-one of the clerks, Dawn, phones to say she will be a little late for her 3 o’clock shift. Dawn walks in at 3:15, logs in to her computer. the phone rings. it is Dawn. she will be in at 3:30. 

-a patron stops by the reference desk and asks for a certain book. you tell them the book will be in the 300s section. “and where can I find the 300s?” they ask. you don’t know how to reply. no one has seen the 300s section in years.

why aren’t people on tumblr talking about the lovely feeling of sunlight on your skin, the comforting sound of raindrops on windows or the smell of fresh air,, there are so many things to enjoy

kiss me with rain on your eyelashes

this fic was inspired by this lovely drawing by @mundanelion ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful piece and for letting me use it as my muse!

this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past

tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma

(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)

He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.

“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.

Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.

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Going to the Movies

Summary:  Reader and Dean go out to the movies.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1553

Warnings: SMUT (oral male receiving, fingering, unprotected sex), fluff

A/Nt:  This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge.  Congratulations Kari!  My prompt was “Going to the movies” and I chose Dean, obviously.  This is unbetaed so all errors are mine alone.

Originally posted by yofidfids

 

You walk into the bunker library to find Dean sitting in front of his laptop with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s up babe?”

“Look what I found,” he says, turning his laptop toward you.

You look at the screen; it’s a website for a drive-in movie theater a few towns over.  You grin back at him.  “I have a feeling were taking a drive tonight.”

“Y/N I’ve always wanted to go to a drive-in.  Sitting in Baby watching a movie with you sounds like a perfect night to me.”

He pulls you into his lap kissing your back.

“What do you say?  Can I take you to the movies?”

“Of course,” you say leaning sideways to look at him.

He dips you down, his lips trailing up your throat before he captures your mouth with his.  Your hand grips the back of his neck and his free arm pulls you closer as the kiss deepens.   You break away to catch your breath.  “What’s showing?”

“Who cares?”

You laugh.  “Ok, well when do we need to leave?”

“It’s a two hour drive, if we’re on the road in a half hour we could make the nine o’clock show.”

“I’ll get ready,” you jump off of his lap and dash to your room.

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Nightmares

Request: someone requested some male recieving oral so here you are.

triggers: a lil angst, oral (MR)

Word Count: 1100+

A/N: This was so chill to write. Thank you!!

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

You woke up to feel the side of the bed that wasn’t yours had gotten cold. Looking around to find the man that should have warmed your side on this rainy night, you spotted bucky. He stood by the tall window overlooking the city on one side of your room.

He was dressed only in a pair of black boxer briefs but covered in sweat. His eyes looked tired and red and you knew why he was up.

Moving slowly and quietly, you got out of bed. The sheets made a shuffling sound but it was nothing compared to the pitter patter of raindrops on the glass of the window, so Bucky didn’t hear you. You only wore a shirt and panties to bed so the chilling air hit you hard, you still moved towards your fiancee. The floor had been newly carpeted so it was still soft on the soles of your feet.

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How Would You Feel (Bucky Barnes X Reader One Shot)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

 Word Count: 2,391 

 Warnings: this one is like 85% smut ya’ll, unprotected sex, light choking, dry humping and cussing 

 A/N: I hope ya’ll enjoy this one. I wrote it while drunk so there’s that lmao

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers


It’s raining on a February evening, your apartment is dimly lit with a few candles scattered throughout the living room and dining room. It’s peaceful as you sit with Bucky, enjoying the quiet and the beautiful jazz song that plays from the speakers in your home. It’s so easy being with him, there are no expectations when you two are together. It doesn’t matter what you are doing, just being with each other is enough. 

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