three christs

i was thinkin bout holsom as per usual but like?? rans studying late at night and holts is sorta leaving him alone bc he’s close enough to coral reef mode and he doesn’t want to entirely destroy their friendship by disrupting the ecosystem but he looks over at their shared desk after like… a few hours, it’s about 1am probably but he hasnt checked the time in a while, and rans is just sorta passed out with his face planted on his notes and his textbook with a page half turned under his cheek and his hands still almost on his laptop… Holster takes just a second to look at his ridiculous smart beautiful boyfriend and he loves that he can call him his boyfriend and then he gets up and pulls the spare blanket down from the top bunk and drapes it over rans’ shoulders and doesn’t try to get him out of the chair, that’ll only wake him up, and he gently kisses his cheek and plans to probably go run and get coffee for him tomorrow morning good lord



Hello, I would like for you…no. I /want/ you to take time to look at my boyfriend.

He is literally the most gorgeous being to ever been created. Now don’t be mistaken, it’s not a beautiful sculpture that you are looking at. No, he’s real. I need everyone to appreciate Yurio and how absolutely amazing he is.

Yurio is so determined, so dedicated and goes beyond the limits of his own body.

I feel honored that I even got to see a glimpse of his sheer beauty with his hair tied in a ponytail and getting the time to fully admire his features. What beautiful eyes. He’s truly a work of art.

So please, take time to appreciate and acknowledge this magnificent boy.

anonymous asked:

omg i was expecting one neighborhood and you're giving us three????? jesus christ i freaking love uuu

LOL! I love you, too, Anon, but don’t get too excited - Blythe Harbor and Lynport are 85% made up of lots that I had already built and just plopped down with no cohesiveness or consistency. (I did tweak them a bit but that’s it.) Newlyn Hills is the only one I built from scratch with the purpose of sharing it as part of a full save. That said, I hope you guys will enjoy it!

God Save The Queen: Part 3

*Remus makes his way down an unfamiliar street, glancing repeatedly down at his phone, which has “find my iphone” open* 

Remus: *stops, glancing up* … Are you kidding me?

*Remus is standing outside a gay pub called “The Three Broomsticks”* 

Remus: … Jesus Christ… *takes a deep breath and enters the pub*

Remus: *settles in at a table in a dark corner of the pub* *mutters to himself, looking around nervously* What the hell are you doing Remus? Glasses, really?

Remus: … Glasses… *looks around the busy pub for a moment, trying to spot Sirius* *groans with frustration* 

Just call him… *pauses* And stop talking to yourself. 

*Respect by Aretha Franklin starts playing and the lights dim* 

Remus: ……… Oh. My. God.

All I’m asking…

Remus: *panics as Sirius starts to move closer to his tucked-away corner* 

Sirius: *completely unaware of Remus, continues performing* 

Remus: *waits until the end of the number then slowly gets up* *glances back once more as Sirius makes his way off stage* 

*quietly slips out unnoticed*

To Be Continued

“Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time…”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

My addition to the shitposting. My literal first thoughts. Fishnets+actor+murder = one hell of a horror show.

Title: Song of the Sea
Ship: AHOT6
Warnings: Slight body horror, sexual references
WC: 25,445
Read on AO3 here

Life had never been easy for Michael, a merman who shunned from his own species had to learn to survive on his own. The ocean is a lonely place for even the bravest of souls, so it was no wonder that Michael was drawn to the shore and to the humans that populated it to try and combat the overwhelming loneliness. But when five men started to work their way into his life, Michael is faced with decisions he doesn’t know how to face. How does he tell them that he’s a creature that in all other instances would eat them without a second thought? How does he open up to them in a way he hasn’t even been able to do with himself?

The sea is a kind but cruel mistress - and Michael might not be the one who makes the decision in the end…


Where the fuck had it all gone wrong?

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Los Tres Reyes Magos

One of the most treasured traditions of Puerto Rico is the celebration of Three Kings Day - 
El Dia de Reyes
. Families get together with their children to revisit the story of when the Three Kings of the Orient visited the Christ child who was born in a manger in Bethleham. 

In Puerto Rico, the Three Kings come to visit in horses rather than camels. To receive a gift that morning, children place a shoe box with grass and a bowl of water under their beds the night before. Many of us still follow this tradition here in San Diego, both at our homes as well as when the House of Puerto Rico meets in January. Here the children will receive gifts directly from the Three Kings on this joyous occasion

Los tres Santos Reyes, los tres y los tres, 
los tres Santos Reyes, los tres y los tres, 
Los saludaremos con divina fe, 
los saludaremos con divina fe.

Los tres santos Reyes, yo los sé contar,
Los tres santos Reyes, yo los sé contar,
Gaspar y Melchor y el Rey Baltazar.
Gaspar y Melchor y el Rey Baltazar.

Llegan con cautela, la Estrella los guía
Llegan con cautela, la Estrella los guía
se sientes sus pasos, en la noche fría
se sientes sus pasos, en la noche fría

Señores, adiós … doy la despedida
al corazón santo, dulce de María
Señores, adiós … doy la despedida
al corazón santo, dulce de María

Señores adiós porque ya nos vamos
Señores adiós porque ya nos vamos
todos los presentes pasen feliz año
todos los presentes pasen feliz año 



NAME: Andy

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual




1. Jesus Christ I just realize how boring I am. Well… I did runway shows as a kid but the most model like thing I do as an adult is scowl in backgrounds of strangers’ photos 

2. I fucking love space, especially theories about Mars and colonizing it. I’d love to see if we find life somewhere out there and I’d love to live long enough to make contact with an extraterrestrial civilization (or find its remnants on Mars)

3. Languages are the best thing ever. I’m obsessed with them and I can’t wait to start studying English and Russian! I have three native languages if that will make these facts a bit interesting!


HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): four to five years, if not more 




FEMALE OR MALE: i play males mostly, but i have no muse partner preferences!



FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Fluff and angst.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Either or, memes are usually fun (I’m stealing your answer, Gore)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Smedium (again)

BEST TIME TO WRITE: When I’m alone!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Yes, we both are very devoted romantics! In other aspects, he is different but yes, a part of me is in him which is pretty common

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@kidsofthekelvinhero || Based off of this post. 

The days seemed to blur together. All for three credits? Christ he was fucked for thinking he could do this. Leonard scanned the next folder. Torn meniscus- boring. Maybe he could slip it into M’Benga’s file. Alright, so he definitely got away with it, even if it meant snagging whatever was on the top. 

Name: James Tiberius Kirk. 

Occupation: Captain of the eleventh battalion airborne. Retired military. 

Injury is work related- helicopter crash resulting in severe damage to neural tissue. 

Birthdate: 04 January 1980

There’s more about the injury as well as an article about the crash itself. Thank God M’Benga always did his homework. Leonard smiled and then headed into the curtained room. “James, nice t’meetcha. The name’s McCoy. I’m gonna do a few tests to test your mobility and strength so that we can get you on a strengthening routine.” He offered a small smile before setting the stack of charts down on the countertop and then pulled open the drawer of therabands before cutting one of least resistance. “Got any pain or tingling feeling while you’re just sittin’there kid?”