these were so cool i just had to share

At university, I did English language with linguistic for my Bachelor of Arts, which was a three year course. Half split between English language and half split between linguistics, which is the science of language. It was quite scientific and it was very hard. I liked to think while I was doing my A-levels that I was quite good at work and exams and stuff like that. But doing linguistics was kind of like throwing me into the deep end because it was a completely new concept to me and there was so many different parts of it. I was good at some parts of it, I was good at the child language acquisition thing and also things with essays but there was a lot of science based analysing language using the IPA chart  and stuff like that and that was hard. And also I think I could have tried harder in my lectures. If I had been going back, I would have listened a bit more because I had a lot of late nights and then didn’t listen the next day, which is not the point. But anyway, I passed it! I got a degree. Yay! And then I went on, because I really loved York and I didn’t feel ready to leave it yet and then I was also really interested in video editing. I was making YouTube videos from my university room and I just wanted to get better at the whole filmmaking thing because it was a big interest of mine. So I did a MA in post-production with visual effects. And there was only eight people allowed on the course so it was quite a selective course. But I went for the interview and got on it! And was invited on it and they had a huge green screen set, loads of amazing editing suites that we were allowed to use whenever we wanted, and it seemed like such a cool thing and I went for it and I did it. And I made some things I was really proud of as well and I got to work with other creative people, which is rare to have people that are sharing your interests in that way. So I had a really good time and I’m glad I did it. And I know I don’t make films on my YouTube channel, they're just like YouTube videos but I like to know that I can edit things in a way that I fully understand the software and I know what I’m doing. You know what I mean? I could just be going ‘I don’t know what this mean?’ but I understand it which is good. So I did that.
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@amazingphil during his live show on the 16th of March 2017

Quotes from Phil (1/?)

I think some people might forget about Phil’s time at university but I always feel so uplifted and happy whenever he talk about it, so I wanted to write this down for me to keep to look back on whenever I’m struggling at university. 

anonymous asked:

I wish the erins had used rabies as a plot point sometime in the series

YEAH! that would be cool to see, especially because there’s no cure. just imagine like a patrol coming back from a fight with a fox and one of the warriors carries an infected bite. it doesn’t happen automatically but over a few months the warrior becomes more aggressive, starts experiencing seizures and memory loss, attacking and infecting several of their clanmates. rabies can even be spread through saliva, so if a cat were to share tongues or share prey with an infected cat it would spread. 

it would be a good way to get rid of a lot of characters lol 

anonymous asked:

Solangelo soulmate AU where you share dreams with your soulmate

ok so i hope this is what u were looking for bc this is where i went with it

  • Honestly??? will basically just doesnt have dreams until hes about 11 and when he finally does its just of some kid he’s never seen sitting on the dock by the lake playing cards with one of the naiads and full truth hes a little disappointed like,,, what a dull first dream ever
    • he tells lee about his dream and lee’s like “dude!!! thats so cool u finally had a dream that means you have a soulmate!!!” and basically just explains the whole concept to will who is very confused but super excited afterwards
  • it doesnt take long before will is no longer excited about having dreams bc they quickly all turn into nightmares about ghosts and monsters hes never seen and sad feelings and a whole lot of anxiety
    • He doesnt sleep a lot for the first few months but then lee introduces him to the only hypnos kid at camp who teaches him how he can try to control his dreams
  • will starts turning the dark and scary dreams into calmer ones and he has no idea but hes honestly kinda saving nicos life like he probably wouldve gone insane soon enough but now hes able to sleep again bc will keeps calming him down
  • the only times they dont share dreams is when they get Demigod Dreams ((like nicos dream of will in BoO)) so like when one of them is asleep and not dreaming then the other is either not asleep or having a Demigod Dream
  • a little time after they get together (after the second war still) will tells nico about all of the dreams he remembered and how he didnt know they were nicos until recently bc once he got to know more about nico he realized everything nico had gone through
    • he also tells nico about how he learned how to control the dreams bc he had been losing sleep and nico tries to apologize for all of it but wills like ‘none of that was ur fault youve been through so much and your subconscious didnt know how to process any of it except through dreams’ or however that works
  • will suggests that nico also talk to someone to see if he can learn how to control his dreams and nico does and for the first time in a really long time he falls asleep and immediately has a good dream and will’s there in the dream and basically they go on a date in the dream and its just a very happy time
    • nico is so incredibly grateful for will helping him even before they met that when he tries to express it to will the next day he just starts crying and hugs will until he can finally breathe normally again

thank u for the suggestion!!!!

BTS Reaction: You fangirling over another group

This is first time I ever made a reaction omg. 

Remember that requests are open!! 

– Member A


Rap Monster: [EXO]

 “I’m creeping in your heart babe!”

You sang along out loud to one of your favourite EXO songs while washing dishes and watching the television. When Chan appeared on the screen, you couldn’t help but squeal at him. After all, he was was your bias. Namjoon was laying on the couch while reading and thought you had cut yourself while washing something, due to your screechy high note. With a startle he looked up, and the smile on your face had left him confused until he realized your were watching the music video. All you heard was a whine and then, “Babe! I’m still your favourite monster, right?”

Originally posted by hoseokxx

 V: [EXO] 

“Call me baby, call me baby”

Entering the house, he could easily hear you singing FIRE and chuckled. When you had gone silent he couldn’t help but creep toward the bedroom where you were sitting with headphones on. He watched as you clicked on to an EXO video and started singing to yourself. Taehyung smiled until he saw you giggle at Kai. You always had an innocent crush on him, and when he saw how your eyes stayed on him while they danced. He quickly closed your computer and mumbled, “I’m your baby. Not him.“ 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin: [Got7]

“Welcome to my world let’s do this~”

Jimin froze. You rarely sung around him, who would even try to? His voice was amazing, and you didn’t need to hear his angelic voice mix with your awful cat screech. So when Jimin came back home for his phone and heard you in the shower singing, he couldn’t help but listen. You sang GOT7’s latest song. However, being a fangirl, you couldn’t help but make comments while singing. The one that made Jimin barge into the bathroom was the one about how lovely Youngjae’s voice was. 

 "I thought I was the one with an angelic voice?" 

“JIMIN! GET OUT!”

 “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY MY VOICE IS YOUR FAVOURITE!”

Originally posted by chimchams

 Jin: [Seventeen]

“Everyday boom boom!”

You watched the performance with such a twinkle in your eye. You couldn’t help it, they were amazing on stage. Being the fan that you were, you couldn’t help but sing along. Everyone’s eyes obviously focused on Joshua. You noticed Jin staring at you and gave him a questioning glance. "No, I see how it is. Obviously I’m old news, Joshua is the one you want. Well you can have him, but you can’t have my food anymore.” The other boys would be so confused omg 

Originally posted by softfluffytae

Suga: [EXID]

“Why don’t you know don’t you know don’t you know~”

This poor boy… He wouldn’t know if he should laugh or take a video of how hyper you were while watching EXID video. That was, until you made a comment about how you’d switch lanes so fast for a certain member ((they are all so pretty omg I can’t choose)) “As cool as that would be, I don’t want to share you… I’m still your favourite rapper, right?” “No that’s J-Hope.” “… Same.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: [Got7]

 “Baby… You are just, just right~”

You were meant to be cleaning, but who could do that when their favourite song came on? Jungkook had just woken up, and walked into the living to see you watching the music video for ‘Just Right’, dancing along. However, when Yugyeom appeared on the screen, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips and you stopped just to stare at him. Before you realized what had happened, the television was quickly shut off. "I’m the only maknae worth looking at love.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

J-Hope: [EXO]

 Don’t be afraid, love is the way 

((Yes I’m using this song again. I’m new to kpop don’t judge)) 

He kinda just froze. You were dancing to EXO’s monster and you were doing pretty well. He thought it was nothing but you just having fun. Until you stopped mid-step to watch them dance again. And then he heard you speaking to yourself quietly: “Who else looks as good as Kai when dancing?” Before you knew it, J-Hope was in front of you. “Obviously I do, and I’m meant to be your favourite dance. Remember that, babe!”

Originally posted by hohbi

Nightmares - Sherlock x Reader

Originally posted by schedulingemotions

Prompts requested by Anon. I hope it’s what you wanted!

Prompt 17: “I can’t lose you, not again.”
Prompt 86: “I had a nightmare about you and I just waned to make sure you’re okay.”

Word Count: 1240

Warnings: mentions of suicide kind of??


Smiling to yourself as you saw which caller ID was lighting up your phone screen, you put down the medical supplies you were carrying and answered the call.

“Well this is a surp-“ you started happily, but were cut off mid-sentence.
“Y/N…” The calm and steady voice you were used to had been replaced by a shaky and unsure one, and you were immediately nervous.
“Sherlock, what’s wrong?” In all the time you had known him, you had not once heard this tone leave his mouth, and so the feeling settling in your stomach was an uneasy one.

“Y/N… I just… I had to say goodbye” his voice cracked as the last word left his mouth, and your panic started to rise.
“Sherlock, what are you talking about? What’s going on?” You hoped to god he was just joking around, but you knew that joking around wasn’t really Sherlock Holmes’ style. You didn’t know why, but you started to run. You had to get out of the lab you were in; it felt as though the walls had started to close around you and you needed to get out in the open. You could hear the stuttered breathing on the other end of the line.

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Magic - Harrison Osterfield x Reader imagine

Title: Magic
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Synopsis: Harrison takes you to see the many sights of London.
Word Count: 796
Warning: So much fluff.
A/N: Written for two anons who requested a number of prompts. I put them all into this since it just flowed, hope that’s okay! I also based this off the movie Notting Hill since it’s one of my all time faves and the song Magic by Coldplay. Credit to gif owner.

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Louder {Calum Hood Smut}

PAIRING: Calum/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 5000+
REQUESTED: Nope :)

Hope you like this! Sorry if it’s a bit shorter than the others!

~*~

“Admit it mate,” Michael scoffed, “You’re just no good in the sack.”

Calum took another swig of his beer, propping his feet up on Luke’s coffee table, leaning back on the couch and giving his friend a hard glare. Michael could insult whatever he wanted about Calum–it was how their relationship worked–except his ability to pleasure his longtime girlfriend.

“I’m great in the sack,” Calum protested, staring his blue-haired friend down. Luke cleared his throat uncomfortably from beside Calum, “Guys, are you seriously debating this?”

Michael went on as though he hadn’t heard the blonde boy, “Whenever Ashton and Eve are on tour with us, you can hear them banging in the hotel room three doors down. And yet I’ve never heard Y/N make a single noise.”

“Hey!” Ashton yelled from where he sat at his drum kit, adjusting the positioning of his cymbals, “Don’t get my girlfriend involved in this! We’re not that loud.”

“Yeah you are,” Cal scoffed, leaning his head back on the couch, “Look, just cause you haven’t heard my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m shit in bed.”

Michael snorted, “It kind of does. Just saying.”

Calum rolled his brown eyes, forcing himself to disregard whatever Michael said. He was just jealous that Calum had a gorgeous girlfriend to fuck him on a daily basis, whereas Michael only had his hand.

“So,” Luke snapped Calum out of his thoughts, “For the cottage, I was thinking we head up the first week of August. You guys cool with that?”

There were murmured agreements in response, and just like that, the topic switched. But while Calum tried as hard as he could to listen to his mates talk about the swimming, parasailing and hiking, his mind reeled.

He was going to prove Michael wrong.

~*~

Calum unlocked the front door to his shared apartment a few hours later, traipsing inside. Immediately, the smell of lasagna invaded his nostrils, and he breathed in, smiling faintly.

As he neared the kitchen, a faint humming sound could be heard, and his smile only grew wider. He stood in the doorway silently, studying his beautiful girlfriend.

Her hair had been tossed up into a messy bun, a few strands falling out and framing her face perfectly. She wore a coal black pencil skirt–the one she knew drove him crazy–and a light blue blouse, which had been untucked from the waistband and now fell free of the confinement. She’d scrubbed her makeup off, and she gleamed, radiating beauty. Calum was suddenly overcome with adoration.

In front of her was a plate with enough lasagna for two. She was sprinkling a few basil leaves onto the creation, wanting to make it presentable. She was such a perfectionist.

He walked up to her slowly, not wanting to make any noise. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her jump. She gasped, “Calum Thomas, you scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Calum said, smiling lightly and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He kissed the beginning of her spine as she relaxed into his arms, brushing her hands free of any leftover basil spice.

“I made lasagna,” she announced quietly as Calum’s fingers played with the white buttons of her blue blouse. He hummed appreciatively, his fingers moving so that he was now running them up and down her sides daintily. She suppressed a shudder.

“Stop,” she whispered, turning around in her boyfriend’s grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “How was Luke’s?”

Calum shrugged, making a face, remembering Michael’s taunting, “Same old. I’m just glad to be back here–,” on cue, his hand slipped down her body and gave her backside a firm squeeze, making her jump, “–with you.”

He grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes, blowing some hair off of her forehead. She leaned in, pressing a curt kiss to Calum’s full lips, before turning back around and reaching for the tray of lasagna.

She wriggled out of his grasp–much to his dismay–and walked over to the table, setting the meal down and retrieving cutlery from the drawers of the kitchen. Calum sighed dramatically before opening the cupboard to his right and pulling out two glasses, handing them to her. He then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

“Any news on the cottage?” Y/N asked, pulling out her chair and sitting down. Calum tried to pry his eyes away from the perfect curve of her ass as he walked over, setting the bottle of ginger ale down and slipping into his own seat.

He’d been with Y/N for three years, six months, and eighteen days–not that he kept track. Even before they’d begun dating, Calum had loved her since he was sixteen years old–and now here he was, at twenty-five, touring the world and sleeping beside the most beautiful girl on the planet almost every night. Y/N was studying at university to become a teacher, maybe even a professor, and Calum couldn’t have been prouder.

“Yeah,” Cal replied, holding out his plate as she sliced a piece of lasagna, giving it to him. He cut a small piece before putting it in his mouth and swallowing quickly, “First week of August, I think. Will you be able to go?”

Y/N stopped chewing her own slice. Pausing and thinking for a moment, she replied, “Two weeks. Yeah, summer classes end next week. I’m good.”

Calum smiled widely at her before biting into his lasagna again and humming, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “Fuck, I love your cooking.”

His girlfriend giggled and pouted playfully, “I knew that was why you’re with me.”

“For sure,” Calum replied, swallowing heavily and taking a sip of his drink, “Not because I’m totally in love with you, or anything like that.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to pass off her embarrassment and hopefully avert Calum’s attention away from her blossoming blush. She drummed her fingers on the table, triggering dirty thoughts in Calum’s mind of what exactly he’d do to her on the table–and what he’d done before.

He shook his head free of those thoughts as Y/N’s eyes lit up suddenly, “I forgot to tell you. Hoskins returned our assignments today, and I got a ninety-three!”

“Are you serious?” Calum almost choked on his food. His girlfriend nodded excitedly, a small squeak slipping out. Covering his mouth and coughing a bit, Calum finally regained his composure, sputtering hoarsely, “That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N tucked a fallen wisp of hair behind her ear and gazed at him with bright eyes.

Maybe it was the way her eyes widened, the mischievous glimmer within them. Maybe it was that fucking pencil skirt and the blouse that had somehow come undone at the very top, exposing a small amount of cleavage. Hell, maybe it was the lasagna.

But Calum was suddenly pushing his chair back, hearing it echo out a loud screech. Y/N looked up at him in confusion and opened her mouth, a mere rush of air escaping her before Calum was beside her, tugging her up.

“What are–?”

His lips were on hers, swallowing her sentence. She let out a sigh into his mouth, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Calum quickly reached for the buttons on her top, undoing them hastily and cursing when he was unable to get the last one. In his rush, he simply ripped it.

“Cal!” His girlfriend scolded him, but he shut her up again with another longing kiss. After a few second, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, “I fucking love you.”

And before she could respond, he picked her up and brought her into the bedroom to show her how much of it he really meant.

~*~

“How could you have not enjoyed that?” Ashton looked at his girlfriend as though she had just stolen all of his Vegemite. In response, Eve just giggled, shoving her boyfriend playfully as the group of six walked along the dusty path back to their cottage.

“I didn’t like it either,” Michael chimed in, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He’d been ecstatic when he’d walked into the cottage, only to find a PS4 and a flat screen television mounted on the wall.

But Ashton had dragged him off onto a nature walk along with the rest of the group. Calum hadn’t minded, even though he was a bit tired from the long drive to the cottage.

“Ash, baby, not everyone likes hiking,” Eve explained gently. She winced and leaned down, scratching at her left thigh, “I think I got, like, seventeen mosquito bites.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashton pulled Eve in by her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. Luke, Michael and Calum all pretended to dry-heave onto the path.

“Oh, stop it,” Calum’s actions merited a swat on the arm from Y/N. She was watching Ash and Eve with a fond expression on her face, seeming almost longing. Calum grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, planting a short kiss on her palm.

“Not you too!” Luke cried. In a childish manner, he ran past the rest of the group down the trail, where the cottage stood in plain view. Halfway there, he tripped on a rock and stumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

“Awkward turtle,” Y/N grinned before taking off, catching up to Luke and helping him stand, smiling up at him once he did so. Calum wasn’t even jealous.

All he could do was stare at his gorgeous girl. The way her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly, how her striped yellow and white tank top showed just the right amount of chest. She wore black Nike running shoes, and a camera hung from her neck, filled with photos of Ashton and the scenery.

He’d insisted on taking a photo with practically every tree in the forest.

The sun was setting by the time the group reached the moderately sized cottage. There were three bedrooms–one for Eve and Ashton, for Michael and Luke, and one for Calum and Y/N. The cottage stood facing a lake with a dock, which they hadn’t had the pleasure of exploring yet, but they would definitely take this into account tomorrow.

“Movie?” Michael yelled as soon as he walked through the door. Everyone agreed except for Ashton and Eve, who claimed that they were going to hit the sack earlier. Calum just smirked, knowing the actual reason why.

Eve was a nice girl. She had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, along with a shower of freckles decorating her face. She was almost as tall as Ashton, and was much more of an introvert than her boyfriend.

But fuck, was she ever loud.

“I’m going to change,” Y/N announced quickly before sauntering up the steps of the cottage.

Calum watched her hips sway as she climbed, subconsciously licking his lips. He only snapped out of it when Luke snickered and shoved him forcefully.

“What movie should we watch?” Michael questioned, already crouching down to retrieve the remote from the arm of one of the black leather sofas in the living room. The room had hardwood flooring, a fireplace, and was decorated with pictures of Luke’s family from previous years of venturing up north to the lake.

“What about–?” Luke began, but Calum cut him off quickly.

“We aren’t watching Mean Girls, Lucas.”

“Why the fuck not?” Luke whined, crossing his arms and flopping down onto the couch. He grabbed a lacy decorative pillow and hugged it to his chest, pouting.

“Shut up Luke,” Michael said indifferently, as though the phrase had grown to become a reflex. Luke scoffed and simply watched the television with interest as Michael began scrolling along Netflix.

“What’s taking Y/N so long?” Calum muttered aloud accidentally.

His thoughts had strayed to the beautiful piece of ass who was probably half-naked just upstairs, a short distance away from him. The mere thought of his girlfriend in underwear send a rush of heat through Calum, and he turned around, subtly trying to conceal his growing erection, “I’ll be right back.”

Luke giggled, “Use protection!” He called out as Calum began climbing the stairs.

When he was halfway up the flight, Calum heard Michael tease, “What for? Y/N’s so quiet you wouldn’t even know they were fucking!”

This made Calum freeze and clench his fists. He had half a mind to storm back downstairs and punch Michael, but then he decided that he would use this as motivation–it spurred him on.

Y/N gasped when Calum opened the door, seeming afraid that it would be someone else. When she saw her boyfriend enter, she relaxed, dropping the tank top she had clutched to her chest a moment before.

“Jesus,” she breathed, “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Sorry darling,” Calum chuckled sheepishly before crossing his arms over his body and pulling his shirt off swiftly. Right before the fabric obscured his eyes, he could see his girlfriend bite down on his lip, eyeing his torso briefly. He smirked to himself.

“Everything okay?” He asked, dropping his shirt to the floor and walking over to Y/N. She nodded. She wore a pain of tight black shorts that reached just below her ass, and her plain black bra was the only thing adorning her upper half. Her hair had been braided loosely, a few strands already falling out.

Calum wrapped his arms around her stomach and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. She fiddled with the top in her hands.

“You sure?” He asked, “You seem stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,“ Y/N sighed, “Okay, I’m a bit worried. Just–just about classes starting up again.”

Calum sponged a trail of kisses up her neck, shocked at his girlfriend’s words, “What? Sweetheart, you just began your break.”

“I know,” Y/N said, defeated, “And that’s what sucks. What if I don’t do well Cal? I want to teach, I want to be successful. What if I fuck it up?”

“You’re being so irrational right now,” Calum said sternly. He spun her around, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her, “You’re stressed, and you don’t have to be. You only have–what?–one year left? You won’t fuck anything up, because you want this. And what you want, you get, remember? It worked with me.”

He added the last bit cheekily, referring to how she had pursued him and not the other way around. She’d been confident, even being the one to ask him out. And now Calum couldn’t get enough of the goddess standing in front of him.

Y/N cracked a smile and wrapped her arms around Calum. When their bare skin met, Calum suppressed a shiver. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his girlfriend’s head, his hand dipping lower on her back slowly.

“What do you say I lessen some of this stress?” He murmured, smirking. She pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Now? Calum!”

“What?” He grinned, his fingers finally finding her ass and kneading it roughly, just how she liked. She leaned into him subconsciously as he continued, “Come on darling. Just let me make you feel good.”

“Calum…” She warned. She looked up at him, and he stuck out his bottom lip in the pout that he knew drove her crazy. She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull his lips down to hers.

“Fuck,” Cal groaned, “I love your lips.”

Y/N giggled lightly, pulling back just a it, her lips still brushing his as she breathed, “We have to be quiet.”

Calum let out a growl, knowing that being quiet was the opposite of what he wanted her to do. He was going to make her scream, make Michael hear it, make his bandmates never question his skills in bed again.

“Sure,” he smirked, “Whatever you say.” His intentions were a stark opposite to what she asked. It took a lot to make his girl vocal, but Calum had never been a quitter.

With that, he connected their lips again. Calum’s hands ran down the expanse of Y/N’s bare back, finally coming to rest on her ass and squeezing gently, making her sigh and lean into him. Their lips fought for dominance, Calum’s winning…as they always did.

He picked Y/N up and brought her to the bed, dropping her on it and causing her to let out a small laugh. Calum smiled at the sound, completely in love with the half-naked girl.

“God, I adore you,” Calum sighed, climbing on top of her. She smiled and tangled her fingers in his raven hair, kissing him again. His hands swept up and down her body as she subtly ground her hips up against his. He pulled back, cocking an eyebrow.

“For someone who was so against the idea a few minutes ago,” he teased, “You sure are into this.”

“Shut up, Thomas,” Y/N just rolled her eyes, bringing his mouth back to hers. She parted her lips, letting her boyfriend’s tongue slip inside. For the next few minutes, they made out, slight grinds and swivels of hips being the only alteration to the pattern.

Calum prided himself on being able to kiss her for five minutes before letting his hands wander. In fact, it was a miracle that he could go thirty seconds. He loved her body.

But once those five minutes were up, he was shot to hell. Unable to control himself, his hands slipped down her body, tugging frantically on her shorts, wanting them off.

She complied, helping him shimmy them down, leaving her in plain black panties. Calum looked down and cursed at the sight of her legs and thighs, wishing more than anything they were wrapped around his head.

“Fuck baby,” he sighed, and then he got an idea. His eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning, and he grinned at her.

“Sit on my face.”

“W-what?” Y/N spluttered, taken aback at the command. Calum didn’t blame her; she’d only done it once before, and even then, it hadn’t been anything too extraordinary. Perhaps it was because that had been back in their early stages of dating, where things were still slightly awkward and new.

“Come on,” Cal coaxed, “It’ll feel good.”

She eyed him skeptically before eventually sighing, deciding that there was no use in arguing. Calum flipped them over, laying on his back, and Y/N shed her panties, inching her way up his body. Finally, her centre was situated right above Calum’s face.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he complimented, staring at her swollen clit and her slick lips. From where he lay, he saw her put her hands above his head and look down at him fearfully.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, his arms winding around her thighs, “It’ll feel nice, trust me.”

With that, he dove in.

She was already shaking. Calum licked a stripe up her core, sucking briefly on her clit before repeating the action. She gasped lightly, but even then, it was almost inaudible. Calum wanted her to scream.

“Come on baby,” he murmured against her clit, sending vibrations up her body and making her shudder, “Louder.”

“Calum, they’re,” she gasped again as he sucked on her lips, collecting all of her arousal, “–they’re right downstairs.”

Calum smirked. He knew. And that was precisely why he wanted her to be louder. Instead of responding, he poked his tongue out, trailing it around her hole, teasing her by dipping it in, only to retract it just as quickly. Her right hand was gripping the headboard, the other buried in his hair as she bit her lip to stay quiet.

“Calum, please,” she whispered, grinding her body slightly down on his face. He dug his fingers into her thighs and she closed her eyes, trying to control herself.

Calum took the term “eating out” to an entirely new level. As soon as the words passed her lips, he was nipping at her clit and thrusting his tongue inside of her at a speedy pace. She gasped yet again, but this time, it was a bit louder, mixed in with a slight whine.

Calum smiled smugly. Baby steps.

“I’m going to come,” Y/N whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Calum could feel her body tensing above him. This only spurred him on. He made loud, obscene slurping sounds as his tongue delved inside on her and his teeth grazed against her bud.

All that could be heard was the sound of faint gasps and Calum sucking up her wetness. Her fingers raked along his scalp, nails digging in slightly as she gnawed on her lip, the pink skin turning white. Her knuckles matched in colour as she gripped the headboard tightly.

“Calum,” she breathed, her body slumping as she came.

Calum watched her intently. Her head hung, allowing him to see her face. Her eyes were closed lightly, and her mouth formed an ‘o’ as her climax rocked her body. God, she was beautiful when she came.

But Calum still wasn’t satisfied. Because she wasn’t convulsing on top of him, she wasn’t moaning loudly, she wasn’t yelling out curses like he wanted her to.

So, he guessed, if you don’t succeed, try again.

Calum wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, flipping them over quickly. Her eyes were closed, still basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Slowly, they opened, only to meet Calum’s stony, hard ones.

“What was that?” He practically hissed, “I said ‘louder’, didn’t I?”

“What?” She said meekly, her eyes tired. His hand snaked down her body, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing harshly, her pussy wet with the fluids she had just released.

She cried out, arching her body into his as a reflex, and Calum grinned deviously. There. That was what he wanted. Now, if only he could get her to make that noise again.

“Calum,” she breathed, “What are you–what are you doing? I’m done.”

“Well I’m fucking not,” he growled, ducking his head to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucked on her collarbones, sure to leave marks afterwards.

“Up,” he barked, pushing himself off of her. Wearily, she sat up, and Calum’s arms wrapped around her torso, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra effortlessly. He gripped her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

“Let’s try this again,” he said sternly, “Louder.”

She whimpered in response, and he moved to the edge of the bed. There was a visible tent in his shorts, but he didn’t care. He wanted to let Michael know who was pleasuring her so well.

Calum positioned Y/N on his right thigh. She looked at him confusedly and opened her mouth, no doubt to ask him what he was doing. But she cut herself off with her own gasp as Calum began tapping his foot against the floor.

“Oh my God,” she breathed as she bounced. Calum could see the friction making her go crazy.

The denim of his shorts rubbed up against her oversensitive clit, making her jaw slacken and her eyes close. She was completely naked on top of him, and Calum fondled her breasts, providing more pleasure.

Her hands shot out, palms gripping onto his tan shoulders. Her head fell back as her body slowly became acquainted to the divine feeling, and Calum couldn’t help but to smirk at her.

“Feel good?” He breathed hotly in her ear, his thumbs tweaking her nipples. She nodded frantically, short, breathy gasps escaping her lips.

Calum growled in response, and a hard smack landed on her ass. She squealed and jumped forward, her eyes shooting open and staring at her boyfriend in shock.

“Then fucking show it,” he hissed. She sighed as his shorts kept rubbing against her clit, stimulating her. Calum snarled, “Louder.”

“Calum,” she whined, and he smiled in satisfaction. He could tell her second orgasm was approaching. Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and her body was stiffening. Calum’s foot continued its relentless tapping, bouncing her.

“Do you like that, baby?” He questioned, leaning in to bite on her shoulder lightly.

“Yes!” She cried out, her voice cracking slightly. Calum grabbed her hips once he felt her pace slow down, knowing she was close. He moved her forwards and backwards forcefully, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to handle. She moaned and let her forehead drop against his shoulder, her second climax taking over.

She shook in his arms and let small, breathy curses out every so often. “Calum, Calum,” she kept whimpering, and his heart swelled.

Once she had finished, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. There was a wet patch on his shorts, but he didn’t give a damn. Shedding his bottoms, he stepped out of them, also pulling off his boxers. He crawled onto the bed where his spent girlfriend lay, his fingers caressing her hip as he leaned down.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back slightly, stretching it. Releasing it, he brushed his fingertips up her side, “One more time, baby.”

“C-Calum, I can’t,” she eked out. He chuckled, “You can. Face down, ass up. Come on.”

She didn’t move. For a moment, Calum feared that he had pushed her too far, but then she whimpered, turning onto her stomach slowly. She mounted to her knees, pushing her ass into the air. Calum smiled.

“Good girl,” he cooed, placing himself behind her and rubbing soft circles into her back. He leaned down, trailing his tongue down her spine and feeling her shiver.

“Last one, sweetheart,” he assured her, his hands massaging her cheeks, “Be as loud as you can.”

He positioned himself at her dripping pussy and pushed in with a grunt. She cried out at the contact, her core spent and sensitive from her two previous orgasms. He tight walls hugged him like a blanket, and she closed her eyes.

Finally, Cal thought. He groaned as she clenched around him, his member hard and completely sheathed within her. Slowly, he pulled back out, only to thrust back in with force.

“Calum!” She yelled, her fingers digging into the duvet, twisting it and squeezing, her knuckles whitening. Calum chuckled, continuing at the relentless pace.

“God, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of her. He took a moment to pause, admiring the round globes of her ass and her back as he drove into her. The right side of her face was pressed against the mattress, her hair now completely free of any elastics. She was magnificent.

“I love you, darling,” Calum grunted, speeding up even further. He repeatedly sunk into her at an inhumane pace, the pleasure amounting to something that he only ever felt when he was with her.

His balls slapped against her skin with each thrust. Now, she was muttering curses and moaning out his name every time Calum rammed into her. He moaned loudly, matching her pitch.

“I love you, Calum,” she whimpered loudly, her fingers twitching. Her body tensed up and her sweet pussy clenched, squeezing his shaft like a lifeline. Calum cursed and continued on, determined to get her to her final high of the night.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly.

She shot off into a pool of pleasure, Calum’s words tipping her off the edge. He watched her body as she came, how it shook and convulsed underneath him, how her hips shuddered under his fingertips. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Calum, fuck!” She screamed. He was too caught up in pleasure to even acknowledge the fact that she’d finally screamed his name, too busy to be smug.

Because at that moment, her pussy locked down on his length, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. And Calum let go, releasing inside of her, her fluttering walls milking him for everything he was worth. He stiffened and a yell tore from his throat, shooting his load deep inside her warm passage.

And then he slumped on top of her. She was shuddering with the aftermath of her orgasm, small whimpers falling from her mouth. Calum wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“’M sorry,” he murmured, “Did I go too far?”

She responded after a few seconds, “No. Was–was just unexpected, that’s all.”

“M-kay,” Calum sighed, nuzzling his face into her neck tiredly. Gingerly, she turned around, but she smiled sleepily at him, “We should do that more often.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She giggled softly before there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Calum called out, his voice slightly hoarse. Y/N buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s Michael!” came a voice from behind the wood, “And I just wanted to say that you’re both disgusting! Oh, and Calum? I hate you!”

Y/N giggled and Calum chuckled lowly. Michaels footsteps faded away. Calum looked down at his wonderful girlfriend, smiling at how serene she appeared.

And then…

“We didn’t use a condom, did we?”

~*~

And that’s how Calum came to hold the most adorable little girl in his arms. She had dark, chestnut hair like his, his eyes, but her mother’s nose and smile. Her thumb was in her mouth as she slept.

Calum set her down in her little twin sized bed, dodging all of the toys that littered the floor. She was a spoiled little princess, but Calum wouldn’t have wanted her any other way. She was one of the two things he loved most in this world.

And then Calum snuck back out of her room and tiptoed down the hall. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, seeing the other thing he loved most curled up, her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore a tank top and pyjama shorts, and she was also fast asleep.

Calum eased into bed beside her, sighing as he wrapped an arm around her. He felt as though he could scale a mountain and scream at the top of his lungs, scream how grateful he was, how amazing his life had turned out.

Louder, and louder. Until his voice betrayed him. Until his throat was raw and his eyes were shiny with emotion.

Louder.

~*~

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*Tom Hiddleston x Reader

*Summary: Reader works at a costume design studio when Tom Hiddleston comes in for the initial body scan.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a nearly nude Hiddlesdude

A/N: Yesterday I went on a field trip to this costume design studio with my school’s art club AND OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO COOL!! THEY HAD ORIGINAL LOKI HELMET PROTOTYPES AND I WAS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO FREAK OUT. Anyways, I asked the owner of the studio if he met Tom Hiddleston and if Tom was as nice as he seems, and the owner was just like ‘Yeah, of course. He was really kind to everyone that was working with him.’ So yeah, just needed to share that. Written by Admin R

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Okay so this story isn’t that crazy, but it’s funny to me. So my friends and I have the same math teacher, who we all adore. She’s hella sarcastic and smart. She’s fluent in Swahili and goes to Africa every summer to teach English and Math. She’s basically one of the coolest people ever. But she’s also super secretive. Idk about other people’s teachers, but from my experience, most teachers don’t share too much about their personal lives, and this teacher definitely doesn’t share much with us. She won’t even tell us when her birthday is. So one of my friends decides to do some “investigating” (creepy I know, but you’d be surprised what you can find out by googling a teacher). We don’t learn that much about her, but another friend of mine found our teacher’s facebook. There’s only two pictures, and the most recent one is from 2014. Whatever, not that crazy right? So here’s where I come in.

I do my own little bit of investigating, and I stumble across BLOGS THAT SHE USED TO HAVE. Not tumblr blogs, but like REAL blogs. They mostly talk about her times in Africa and how amazing it is there. We found out that she’s CRAZY religious. Every post relates back to God and religion somehow. Remember, we think of this teacher to be super cool, but also kind of plain and unassuming. She rarely shares any opinions with us, we had no idea she held such strong beliefs. Of course immediately we all freak out (we live in a predominately white upper-middle class neighborhood so we’re surrounded by Christianity. We don’t have any problems with christians, we were just surprised to find out about this particular teacher). On the blog she talks about her opinions on modesty, and a little bit about her past dating life. She dedicates an entire post to her thoughts on sinning. One of my friends and I were SHOOK, because all of us spend a lot of time in her classroom. And we act kind of crazy in there; swearing, laughing, making sometimes ~inappropriate jokes~ calling each other hoes and bitches etc etc. Now we’re all worried that she’s been judging us for our wildness. She probably thinks we’re corrupt sinners (even though we never actually do anything bad).

Keep in mind that we found all of this out in a matter of like 2 days. We found out on Friday and today is Sunday, and none of us know how we’re going to be able to handle looking her in the eyes now that we know a lot about her.

Moral of the story: Don’t look for something you aren’t prepared to see. Respect people’s privacy. Imagine that people are more complex than they appear.

I’m still shook.

mishacolllns  asked:

Hey! Just letting you know that the hey briskeby videos were actually completely unscripted except for the first one, according to the cast at that skam convention (in Denmark i think? Idk it was recent)! They'd decide on a theme for the video then just roll with whatever happened while some actors like cengiz had to just keep in mind what action had unfolded in the story so far so his reactions to sana and stuff would make sense :)

Oh thank you for sharing!! I didn’t know! That’s really cool :)

Tender Pt. 1

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Reader and Seb lock eyes at a convention, and he hopes to see her again.

Warnings: It’s ‘real life’, so there’s going to be naughty language.

A/N: I need to be stopped… No clue why I started writing this in third person, but I hope it works regardless. My first RPF! I’M SCARED! Reader is part of the Game Grumps in this; cousin to Suzy and half sister to Ninja Brian. Oh! And I made Tom Holland younger than drinking age in the U.S. (21).

@cassandras-musings Idk if you want in on this. If so, let me know and I’ll tag you as usual.

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“Come on, guys! The sooner we can decide, the better the chance we’ll have of getting the days we want,” Suzy chided.

Y/N pouted. “But it’s so hard when we don’t know who’s doing what or when. I don’t wanna miss something awesome because we scheduled too early.”

Suzy sighed, “Fine. What’s the one thing you’d hate to miss if it happened?”

“Shit…” Y/N pondered it for a moment. “Hannibal or Supernatural cast appearances.”

“That’s two!” Arin yelled in his typical fashion. “You don’t know how to count ‘one’?!”

“I can’t choose! How about you choose which eye you wanna lose?”

Suzy looked to Danny for help, who just giggled from his spot on the couch. She should have known better than to think anyone would be of any help. Ross and Barry stepped out as soon as Suzy walked into the game space looking all business, and Kevin had his headphones on, determined to focus only on his work.

She threw her hands up in the air, “You guys are impossible! That’s it,” she said as she pulled her phone out. “I’m calling Brian.”

Y/N groaned. “Suuuuze,” she whined. “I’ll die if I miss either of those. You remember how bad I took it when Hannibal was canceled.”

“God, don’t remind me. You were so adorably pathetic,” Dan finally spoke up.

“And it’ll be worse if I’m at the same convention unable to see them.”

“What about you guys?” She gestured to Arin and Dan.

“Uhhhhhhhhh, Sailor Moon,” Arin said. Suzy facepalmed. “Uhhhhhhh, I guess I just wanna check out the anime booths and the gaming demos.” Suzy looked gratefully at her husband.

“Ok!” she said more cheerfully than she had previously felt. “Dan?”

“Gaming demos for sure, Zelda, um…”

“Cool! Barry picked the same. Ross said Doctor Who and Brian said Marvel.”

“Oh! Game of Thrones!” Danny yelled, making Suzy groan.

“Hell yes!” Y/N agreed, sharing a high five with him. “I wanna meet Jorah fucking Mormont.”

“Giiiirl, me too.” Danny did a hair flip.

“And Jaime Lannister.”

“Oh shit, yeah!” This time it was Arin that spoke.

Suzy sighed again before leaving the room. “I’ll go make some calls.”

“Wait!” Y/N called out. Suzy turned expectantly. “Bruce Campbell?” She expected Suzy to roll her eyes, and was surprised when she was met by a grin instead. “And Aliens!” she tacked on, earning her a glare. “I love you, Cuz,” she said sweetly, causing Suzy’s stare to soften.

“I love you too. But no more!” she sent her a pointed look before finally leaving the room.

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tanktoptiger  asked:

Jikook 9

hey angel ily (i hope i dont let u down)

9. things you said when i was crying; jikook

Golden maknae his ass. How could he be worth of that title when he couldn’t even get his voice to not crack in the high notes? When he couldn’t even get one simple dance move right? Hoseok said it was okay, the choreo was really hard, but deep down he knew he was expecting more from him. Everyone was.
It got worse when he dropped Jimin on the ground during a no more dream’s rehearsal for a concert – the terrible sound of his hyung’s body hitting the ground still resounding on his ears. They had done that a million times over – he had never dropped Jimin once –, but it seemed like his mental state was affecting his physical strength and everything was just so damn shitty.
From this day forward, he kept working on gym nonstop, wanting– no, needing to be stronger. However, each day spent in front of those glass mirrors was only useful to make him even more aware of all his flaws. All the imperfections on his body and face he wasn’t allowed to have.
The pressure was growing bigger within each day until it hit a point he couldn’t take anymore. He missed his mother, missed his family, his house – he missed the days he just felt normal and not like an useless burden to everyone around him.
He knew his members, and even the managers, were going easy on him because he was younger – that’s why he also knew he wasn’t allowed to feel that way he was feeling. He wasn’t, but what could he do when the pain was only growing bigger evey day? He was already trying to hide it as much as he could from the hyungs, not wanting to be a stupid kid sticking around their shoes, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t and it fucking hurt, but it was also refreshing when the tears washed his cheeks, simultaneously warm and blazing.
He was alone. Alone and weak in the dance studio, his inner demons pulling up a battle, but there was something relaxing about it. Everyone was already home, so it was okay. He could cry. At least for one night. He could, right? No one had to know.
But Jungkook belatedly realized – in a pent up breath of shock and shame washing over him –, he wasn’t really alone when Jimin appeared with a towel around his neck, black hair still soaked from shower. There was no way he could hide himself behind the couch, or dig a whole in the ground to bury himself there. There was also no way Jimin wouldn’t realize the reddish skin around his bruised eyes, from too many harsh rubs. He had no way out so he just accepted his fate and silently fought a sob. He could only wish Jimin wouldn’t see him in the poorly lit room.
“Jungkook-ah?!” Maybe not that day. “What are you doing over there?”
Jungkook heard him getting closer, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up, too embarrassed to show his hyung how much of failure he was.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin crouched down in front of him and it was when he realized it, concern spreading over his face in a second, “Oh my god, what happened?! Hey, Jungkookie! Look at me…” Jimin kept searching for his eyes worriedly, but Jungkook just couldn’t. He couldn’t because he was trying so hard to not break, but Jimin’s voice had the contrary effect on him. It kept him on the verge from falling and– he just couldn’t. “Jungkook…” Jimin reached for the younger’s cheeks and it wasn’t like electricity, but it was like fire, Jungkook’s skin instantly burning from the touch. A sob escaped from his lips and it was all it took for Jimin to pull him closer in the tightest hug he had ever received.
It was so warm and comfortable it made Jungkook completely forget why he was holding back in the first place. He smelled like washed clothes, soap, and most important of it all, he smelled like home.
Suddenly, Jimin’s shoulder was completely wet with Jungkook’s tears, but he didn’t seem to mind it, dragging the younger further onto his lap, tight arms around him trying to build the safest shelter he could ever.
Seeing Jungkook cry was definitely the most heartbreaking thing Jimin had ever gone through.
When the boy stopped shaking under his touch, Jimin slided his hand into his hair, drawing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of his neck. He leaned against the wall – Jungkook’s body still glued to his chest –, and waited. He wasn’t going to say anything – Jungkook was, if he needed to.
Jimin just wanted him to know he was there for him, nevertheless.
“I’m no good, hyung…” it came some seconds later, his body shrinking within each word, “I don’t know why y'all keep telling me that I am, ‘cause I’m not.” Jungkook sniffled, and Jimin searched for his hand to intertwine their fingers. “I let you fall, hyung.” The maknae hid his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, tears overflowing from his eyes once again. “I hurt you, how can y'all even say I’m good enough after this…”
Jimin closed his eyes, throwing his head back; searching for words to say. “You know…” he started, squeezing Jungkook’s fingers on his, “Remember when I entered the group? The first day I arrived? I was so nervous I couldn’t even sleep. I heard all of you had been chosen for a company or two, but only bang pd-nim had wanted me so I was really insecure. I worked the shit out of me to keep up, because I kept thinking I was not worthy. I’m not going to be an hypocrite, I still think like this sometimes. We all do. But in one particular day… Ah, I was terrible, Jungkook. I was feeling insecure and homesick, and all the bad things at once. I couldn’t stop feeling like a real trash, but…” Jimin giggled and Jungkook felt a little tug on his heart, “You appeared in the middle of the night with bedhair and a pillow, whispering 'hyung, can I sleep here?’ Do you remember?”
Jungkook smiled.
“Yes…” his voice sounded muffled against the skin of Jimin’s neck.
“It was the first time we had ever shared a bed, but you kept talking about that game you were addicted to and about that favorite character of yours, and… eventually about how I reminded you of him. His coolness and such.” Jimin laughed again. “Aish, I felt so warm and relaxed that night I couldn’t quite believe it. I don’t know where I’m going with this, really, it just– You felt more than just enough that night, Jungkook-ah. For me.” Jimin slightly blushed, but he didn’t find the time to bother, “I know feeling like you’re no good sucks, but… You are. Really. You are way more than that, and not only for me.” Jungkook pulled away just enough to look Jimin in the eyes, which got the older to instinctively brush his fingers through the messy strands of hair sticking to his forehead, shoving them backwards to hesitantly place a soft kiss on it. He kept his mouth on Jungkook’s skin while murmuring, trying to ignore his heart violently knocking against his ribcage, “Take this things out of your mind, please… I can’t even bring myself to imagine spending a single day without you.” Jimin leaned down, touching their foreheads and drowning into Jungkook’s eyes – their hands still clasped together, only a breath apart between them “How can you be possibly not enough?”

#221 - For May & anonymous x2

Filling the prompts  "you and Van are strangers to each other and get stuck on an elevator" and “a fic based on Van asking the reader about going swimming in his pool and she actually can’t swim but doesn’t wanna sound silly so agrees to it and basically nearly drowns and he saves her etc. Leading to cute swimming lessons and other cute van fluff.”

Bonus mini request of watching a reality competition show with Van (trashy is preferable).


Completely enthralled in your novel, you’d hardly looked up from the pages at all. It was your mild super power to be able to navigate buses and city streets whilst simultaneously reading. You never bumped into people or walked out onto the road. It did mean though, that you were often not entirely aware of the people around you and the unfolding situations. So, when the only other person in the elevator started to speak to you, what he said came as a surprise. You’d not heard his frantic pressing of any and all buttons.

“Um… What do we do?” he asked. You looked up. He was your age and had brown hair that he kept messing up by running his nervous hands through it. You read the fear in his face.

“Sorry?”

“The elevator… isn’t moving… hasn’t for, like,” he answered, checking his phone, “…couple of minutes,”

“Oh, really?” you replied, putting your book in your bag and stepping closer to him, pressing all the same buttons he had.

“No, I’m just fucking with you ‘cause I love being trapped in small fucking spaces.” You looked over at him, not appreciating the nastiness in his voice. “Sorry! Fuck. Sorry. I’m just…”

“Claustrophobic?”

“No… small spaces just do my head in. But, ah… yeah, would love to get out of 'ere sooner rather than later, love,” he said. You nodded and pressed the buttons again. Nothing. There were no sounds coming from the speaker; no creepy elevator music, no voice of reassurance that someone knew you were trapped.

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Happy Birthday Dowoon

805 words formed from a prompt in a group chat for Dowoon’s birthday. Made in just under 4 hours. oh yah, it’s also xReader, so second person, but no mention of (Y/N) idea if that’s makes sense just…

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UBAID PERIOD OF IRAQ

Below is an excerpt from my post: THE SUMERIANS, FOREFATHERS OF CIVILIZATION IN MESOPOTAMIA.

This period is named after the city of Ubaid (modern Tell al-Ubaid). The dating of this period is troublesome as while some areas are definitely Ubaid, others are just influenced by its material culture; a distinctive style of pottery (black-painted buff pottery). Late into the Ubaid period settlements could hold as many as two-thousand people, while the city of Eridu could sustain as much as five-thousand. The main focus of Eridu, as with most other Mesopotamian settlements, was the importance given to temples. Said temples were initially administrative centers which would later also be used for storing grain and making burnt offerings.

^ The Statue of Enki Sails from Eridu by Balage Balogh.

Here religion and temples played important roles in the evolution of settlements as they united people under a set of core beliefs. With the construction of temples people were drawn to these settlements and this would in turn lead to population growth, more available manpower and greater resource production. Villages grew into towns and cities, cities into city-states while classes and professions like artisans and craftsmen began to spring up. 

Eventually the city of Uruk grew to overshadow Eridu and interestingly this is mentioned in their mythology. It is noted that Enki (god of wisdom, patron of Eridu) passed me (Akkadian ‘parshu’ - gifts, curses, tools, instruments, technologies, ideas and concepts) to Inanna the goddess of love and war, patroness of Uruk. Geology however tells another tale, an intense dry period known as the 5.9 kiloyear event is believed to have ended the Ubaid period while also triggering migrations into river valleys like those of Mesopotamia and the Nile River in Egypt. 

^ Eridu as envisioned by Balage Balogh. 

The earliest Sumerian houses were built of reeds while the later ones were made of sunbaked bricks using bitumen (glue and tar substance) to hold the bricks in place. The city streets were narrow and winding; the garbage would be left in-front of the house, burned and covered in dirt. This would elevate the floor level which would require them to raise the height of the entrance of their houses. 

^ A Sumerian reed house under construction by Richard Hook.

With an average floor space of about 700 square meters, some houses would be separated from each other while others shared walls. The houses had air-vents and central courtyards which would reach from the first floor to the roof, both of these were intended to keep the inside of the house cool. Most slept on their roofs during the cooler nights when the weather allowed. Near the temple is where most houses were clustered. 

^ Typical city.

If there are any errors please privately inbox me so I can update it. As always, if you’d like to read or learn about any specific historical subjects just let me know what they are and I will take note of them.

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Small Tales from the Borderlands/Doctor Who crossover! :D

Basically… Yeah, I got inspired by Wikipedia xD

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Prince Charming

Summary: Phil works a summer job as a “Prince Charming” entertainer for birthday parties, and Dan is the older brother of Athena, the girl that the party is for. They meet and instantly hit it off.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None :)

A/N: I really like this fic, and it only took me about an hour to write. I hope you enjoy it, and any feedback you have is very, very appreciated!

Phil could honestly say that he loved his summer job. He was just trying to save up some money for when he started university in the fall, but he started falling in love working with all of the kids. Phil knew he loved children, but he always thought that once he started working with them, it would wear off, and he’d become like every other teenager. The opposite seemed to happen though.

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