this is only my second one

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)


Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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Fly Me Home Grayson

Prompt: one shot of Mar'i Grayson and reader being best friends and reader is a technical genius that help her fight crime.

AN: This was a lot of fun to write. The reader and Mar’i are about 16 or so.

Words: 430

          “You know, most people would have run screaming away the first time you let an energy ball fly from your hand, or shot lasers out of your eyes. But me? What do I do? I go “cool”, and attach myself to you.”

          Mar’i just grins. “Regretting that choice, are we?”

          You scoff, “No, I’m just recognizing the fact that I am not normal, and most likely should have my head examined.”

          “You love me.” She teases.

          You roll your eyes, despite the fact that you know she can’t see it “You’re my best friend, I have to love you. The whole hacking ‘Gotham’s traffic light system, and then disabling private security systems’, that is just a wonderful bonus that comes along with me.”

          She doesn’t answer right away, and you listen to several grunts and screams as she kicks butt. You wait a brief moment and she says, “I’m back. And don’t even pretend like that’s for me. We both know that you get a thrill from hacking every system you can get your hands on and not getting caught.”

          You shrug. “Well a girl can only hack the Pentagon so many times without getting caught before it gets boring. At least helping you stop crime and racing against a clock is somewhat fun.”


          You grin. “Okay totally fun. Especially the part where we’re keeping it from every adult we know.”

          Mar’i just laughs. “My parents would blow a gasket. Forget the fact that my dad had been in the superhero business for eight years by the time he hit my age, or the fact that my mother had helped lead a coup. No, they want me to be normal.”

          You scoff. “Normal is overrated. That being said, we are going to have to find some new digs. This abandoned house is not cutting it anymore. The roof is starting to leak, and I’m worried about my babies.”

          “You and your computers. Anyways I talked to my uncle Jason and he’s going to set us up with something better.”

          “This is the same uncle that you’ve only met like three times and kills people right?”

          “That’s the one.”

          You nod. “Cool. You almost done?”

          “What do you have a curfew now?”

          “The rents are flying back from Milan. They’ll start to assume I’m doing something I shouldn’t if I’m not there to greet them.”

          “To be fair, they’d be right.”  

          “Yes, but they don’t need to know that. So get your second generation, half alien butt back here and fly me home, Grayson.”

          She just laughs, “On my way.”

dating trevor stines | (would include)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

a/n: okay so i literally spent 25 minutes combing through tumblr for trevor gifs and this seems to be the only one that comes up when i search his god damn name. sorry bout it.


- trev being over protective -all the time-

- constantly being pranked

- cuddles

- a lot of pda

- movies & netflix nights

- meeting the riverdale cast with trev

- attending the wrap party

- drunken karaoke

- stealing his leather jacket -because he practically lives in it-

- playing with his soft hair

- stealing all his hoodies

- watching sports with him

- and asking -every second- what the hell is happening

- using every opportunity he got to show you off

- “everyone this is my beautiful girlfriend (y/n)”

- beach days

- forehead kisses

- trevor being your instagram boyfriend

- “just take one more please!”

- helping him self tape

- goodluck kisses before auditions

- cooking for you 24/7

- lots of play fighting

- spending alot of time together just lounging around at home

- dancing around the living room in your underwear together

- losing him for an hour or two to video games

- set visits

- tickle fights -he always seemed to win-

- public flirting

- ass grabbing

- hot & steamy makeouts in his car

- goofing off 24/7

- he’s always trying to impress you

- trying to beg riverdale spoilers out of him

- hating it when he flew out to vancouver for work

- he was a -secret- hopeless romantic

- cute candle light dinners made by the one and only

- wine nights

- bringing you along to events and parties

- always having the best time when he’s around

Avalon sinks

The night’s canvas drips with paint splatters. There are ribbons of milk. There’s honeyed gold. And I have arranged a candlelit dinner for the driftwood that washes ashore. Here the moonlight whispers of sufficiency. Her voice is my conscience, my capricious torturer. Causer of all undulation; the rushing that makes me crave more. Like the crackling of pine cones in scintillation, I blaze without giving off warmth.

Here the last of the treacherous sirens perpetually beckons in the distance. And I am ever so tempted to close my eyes – if only for a second – so to give in to this ongoing madness. So to dream of her dress made of snow. I could blindly follow the puffs of powdered sugar she leaves wherever she floats; let my defiant head roll rulelessly across the chessboard. Then, my blood would indeed seep to where it cannot go.

Tenderly, yet thoroughly, I caress the burnt piece of fabric. Trying to feel that one last intact stitch that still connects silk to tanned leather. Were I to find it, I would zealously believe in magic. Were I to find but one stitch left unsinged, I would adopt an incontestable faith in unbuttoned flowers. And – if this night would take any longer – if I were to keep unheedingly sipping the dew of her lotus, I would believe in the fountain of youth’s water. I would grasp the knowledge of all secrets that hide behind her waterfalls, violently crashing upon my shoulders.

My mouth is a murderer. And I would drink her; lick her and bite her. Insatiable as I am for her. My depraved hunger and thirst would always be the only rival to her cornucopia’s unending stream of ambrosia and fruit. Oh, to be cursed with this unholy mouth. To be the ravenous glutton that would devour a goddess, aiming to keep her in the Titan’s stomach. Unwilling to share her the divinity of her essence with a world that licks the salt of her wounds Komodo dragon tongued. Were I to open my eyes now my hands would be covered in blood. The siren has gone silent.

The rageful leviathan turns dormant, and I find there is beauty in this world when its monstrosities return unstirred; shimmering phosphorescent just below the surface of the North Sea, now calm. Rippleless in bluish green. Might I leap now and soar higher than the heavens once more, I would surely use this water as a window to alternative worlds. In all-seeing, I would connect the sunken dots with furiously twisting beams of electricity. Until within all its sparking incandescence her face would appear. Then I may proclaim Eureka. 

The sea gulls are coming. Screeching for the scraps of mankind. My eyes reopen. I keep them peeled to the west and watch the red sun rise again. Knees impact wettened sand. The stained grains scurry away from my meaningless genuflection. Remorse appalls the earth’s sense of perpetual motion. The morning star mocks me. It will rise in the west for all time’s remainder, no matter how much I beg for it to rise in the east. Whatever answers to prayers, it is deaf to my pleas. 

- M.A. Tempels © 2017

anonymous asked:

who do you think roger bart and lucy punch are going to play in season 2 of asoue?

Sonnenfeld gave us very litte information on season 2 and he practically only mentioned those actors, so all we can do is speculate (which happens to be one of the Snicket fandom’s favorite pastimes!)…

Under the cut because of book spoilers + speculation:

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(my father started filming 30 seconds after I started so I’m aware that this isn’t the exact start of the movement) I did the Adagio mvmt of the Mozart Clarinet Concerto in A for my senior recital - it was on a super dangerous/uncooperative reed too and I got away with it with good tone and only one noticeable bad reed moment at the very beginning. I am so relieved and happy.

tbh there are only two cons to trevor/jeremy. the first is that the content is relatively sparse in comparison to other ragehappy pairs. the second is that jeremy literally says he checks his ao3 tag so him reading a t/j fic i wrote is my One Fear

anonymous asked:

Looking for that one fic based off an old formspring answer Dan had saying if he had 30 seconds to live he'd ring phil. It was super short and super sad where he got stabbed or something and called phil as he was dying? Thank you in advance for linking me to my death it's much appreciated.

Ring Phil (ao3) -  “what would you do if you only had 30 seconds to live?” “ring phil”

- Eliza

anonymous asked:

do u like snsd?

yes my first gg the only gg i truly loved b4 but after my bias was out kpop was dead to me but they still give me feelings every now and then i hear one second of their song and my heart will tear to fcking pieces they were my source of strength in high school and i loved them i loved each and every one of them and i still do

((Just gonna take a second to post this since this is a blog where people interact with me instead of just consuming whatever content I create or share:

((I’m in an incredibly dangerous and toxic relationship that I have recently been fully entrapped in. The money I once had access to in the event the situation escalated is gone, taken by my abuser. My leg is a hot mess of pain and not-quite-working-right, so I can only “comfortably” drive one of our two vehicles, and he’s saying he’s taking it for the weekend, regardless of how I start my new job on Tuesday after the holiday, or may need to transport my dogs in an emergency.

((He’s already been violent to my person, but I have nowhere to go that can take me and my dogs, and I can’t leave them here for him to hurt or rehome. I will truly lose whatever meager strength I have if I lose them.

((The tattoos have been cathartic, but he’s threatening me with canceling the lease of our home, of filing paperwork, of rehoming the dogs if he thinks I can’t take care of them, of taking away my healthcare.

((It’s all just really really bad, and I sort of can’t keep it all in. So if I’m tired or sore or giving shorter responses, it’s probably because I’m ugly crying over this situation or trying to find ways to keep myself safe.))

Okay, there’s something about Voltron that I’ve been pondering for awhile and I strongly feel the need to point this out because I have yet to see anyone else do it.

Haggar is voiced by Cree Summer (one of my favorite voice actresses of all time, but I digress) and in the Belly of the Weblum episode we hear Cree Summer’s voice again, as the mascot Weblum for Coran’s video.

The reason this happened can only logically be one of two reasons.

1. They just got Cree Summer to voice a second character which is a common thing to do, and heck the lady can do a lot of different voices.


2. Haggar knew Coran when they were both younger, and somehow she got pulled into putting on the weblum costume to do his instructional video, and frankly I’m hoping that is the case because that is freaking hilarious.  She probably thinks this video got destroyed, so just imagine her rage upon learning that not only does it still exist but the paladins, her enemy, have seen this.

This is my new headcanon and no way can take this away from me.


“I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends to have in this room tonight, thank you so much for being here, all of you.” At his first ever solo show last night, Harry Styles spoke to the audience as if they were the organisers of his surprise birthday party rather than a crowd of strangers. But the intimacy felt appropriate: the former One Direction member is more familiar with Wembley Stadium and Madison Square Gardens than a tiny, sweaty room on the corner of Highbury and Islington roundabout.

On his Twitter feed, Styles announced at 8am on Saturday morning that a surprise gig would be taking place that evening at The Garage in London, ahead of his larger tour later this year to promote his debut solo album (the self-titled Harry Styles). Tickets were only available, for £10, if bought from the box office in person, and even then you could only buy one. All proceeds were to go to The Little Princess Trust, the charity that the singer donated his hair to last year, which provides wigs to children experiencing hair loss. Dedicated fans jumped out of bed seconds later to buy tickets, some still in their pyjamas.

The atmosphere inside was giddy as a result, ticket-holders delirious with luck. Styles, dressed in a frankly outrageous pink satin Gucci suit with embroidered dragons snaking up his thighs, seemed genuinely excited to be there too, telling the crowd he was “overwhelmed” by their support. “This is my first show in a long time. My first show ever. So it’s a night I won’t forget,” he said, adding “You might not be able to tell from my monotone voice, but I am having a great time.”

His years of experience in one of the music industry’s most polished pop bands are clear to see: for what was essentially a warm-up show, this was a sleek performance. Delivering his new album in its entirety, Styles was most impressive when letting loose on rockier, more upbeat tracks Only Angel and Kiwi (the latter saw women at the front form a mosh pit), or exuding Seventies sex appeal on Woman and Carolina.

Unlike at the rehearsal he held last week, he did not stage dive. “Let me tell you,” he explained of the much-reported calamitous attempt (which saw him knock a fan to the floor). “It doesn’t feel one third as cool as you think it does.”

As well as his solo material, Styles performed two other songs: an experimental riff on Kanye West’s “Ultralight Beam” and a much-loved One Direction track he has a writing credit on, “Stockholm Syndrome”. “You may or may not know the words,” Styles deadpanned, as the crowd screamed at the opening notes.

One of the loudest cheers of the entire event went not to the main man, but his drummer Sarah Jones, who has delighted Styles’s mostly female fanbase with her performances over the past few weeks. “Alright, that’s enough,” the star joked after introducing her. “That’s why she’s at the back.”

It’s a joy to watch Styles interact with a smaller crowd. He has a knowing, teasing relationship with fans, at one point asking the audience, “How you doing down there? You look very warm. There’s a smell…” But, this ribbing aside, his desire that everyone present have the best possible time was obvious, as he paused the show to check on a fan struggling with the heat, and sung Happy Birthday to another the front. It’s this combination of charm, ease, flamboyance, and an actually very good singing voice that sets Styles apart from his former bandmates and many of his peers. Could this be the rock star British pop music needs? - The Telegraph


We can’t let these legendary Markbum pictures die. No lies. The second pic made me Markbum AF so quick all my mutuals were scared I will swerve…

and I did. 💁🏻


The Preath Head Tap™️️ 2013 vs 2016


A mother penned an important letter to her daughter’s principal after a dress code violation

One mother is not here for critiques of her 13-year-old’s outfits. After Catherine Pearlman’s daughter Casey was sent home with a letter stating she’d been dressed “inappropriately” for school two days in a row, Pearlmen penned a letter to the school’s principal with a simple challenge: Take Casey shopping and try to find her clothes that not only adhere to the dress code, but that she likes.

“Thank you for sending a note home for the second day in a row to say my daughter was dressed inappropriately for school,” Pearlman wrote in the letter, published in Today. “I’d like to offer an additional thank you for forcing her to change into large mesh shorts that have been worn by only God knows who and potentially never washed.

"To reward you for treating my daughter with such concern, I am cordially inviting you to take my daughter shopping,” Pearlman continued.

“I forgot to thank you for making it clear to my daughter that her body is somehow a distraction, either to herself or to the boys,” Pearlman wrote. “I thought she might have missed the message earlier in the year when the gym teacher told her she couldn’t wear yoga pants because the boys aren’t able to control themselves.

"I appreciate how hard you are working to drive the point home.” Read more (5/19/17)

Does anybody else ever feel that your friends have other people that they call friends, they have other people to fall back on and you, you only have them. If they were to leave, you’d have nobody, whereas they would still have those other people in their lives. Such a lonely thought.