took me hours to make that though

She is…

A Harry Styles imagine

Based on this request:

Hey could you plzz do an imagine of you not feeling well throughout the day and Harry comes hone and is kinda pissed at you for some reason and you suddenly faint while you arguing. After in the hospital he feels so bad and is worried and it ends with fluff

Enjoy! Requests are open!


Ever since you woke up this morning, you’ve been feeling a bit…off. Not the “I’m getting sick” or “something bad is about to happen” kind of off, but there was something that tied a knot in the pit of stomach that has remained there ever since. When you first woke up, you noticed Harry, your boyfriend of almost one and a half year, being gone, even though he was supposed to have few more days off to spend with you before going to do his shows in Australia. You at first hestitated to text him, but you did anyways, asking him where had he gone, but received no reply. Deciding against doing something more or less productive while waiting for Harry to return, hoping he had only ran out to catch some take out, since you had been craving it during the night, even going as far as waking your him up in hopes that he might go and fetch you some, but without a luck. As you tiptoed down the downstairs, the cold floor hitting your bare feet, a sudden feeling of dizziness took over you, making you grip the shelves on the wall next to the stairway, accidentally knocking over a few of Harry’s old childhood pictures, most of them gifted by Robin on his last birthday. Seeing the pictures lying on the floor with shreds of glass around them made you even more dizzy, as Harry had been having a hard time coping with the sad news ever since he passed away. Once you had gained your ability to walk and see straight, you wasted no time in trying to clean the mess up, hoping to fix the broken frames before Harry notices something being out of place, seeing that these were somehow similar to the frames you had recently bought and still had in spare. But the recent mishaps seemed to be following you around as you went, and, as you were picking up the last small pieces of the remaining shreds, a sudden bolt of the door shutting startled you, making you accidentally cut yourself in the palm of your hand. Harry’s heavy boots echoed though the otherwise empty and quiet house, making you inwardly curse to yourself for being so clumsy, knowing a storm is about to hit you.

“(Y/N)! Where are you? I bought some food I thought you might like, to make up fo- what is this?!” He asked in disbelief, at first not noticing you crouched over the broken frames.

“Harry, I-I can explain, I’m so-“

“Sorry? You are sorry?! You broke them!!! With the pictures Robin himself gave me as a present!! How could you be so heartless?? You know how much they mean to me!!” He raged, kicking the bucket full of scraps, sending them flying across the floor. He bent down, trying to pick up the pictures himself, with you trying to help.

“Leave it, you have done enough already” he spat, gripping your wounded hand in order to stop you from even touching them, making pain shoot right through you.

“Harry, I said I’m sorry, it was an accident…” you breathed out, silent tears sliding down your cheeks.

“No. No, (Y/N). Don’t start this. At first you cancel our last night’s plans, because you “just felt like staying in”, even though we were not the only ones going and I had to find a silly excuse as to why, then you wake me up god knows how early just to tell me that you want food, and now this! What is wrong with you?!?” He fumed, but his rant became more distant with time and once again the feeling of dizziness took over you, this time sending you in the depths of darkness, making the shards of glass pierce your skin as your body hit the floor.

Harry’s POV

I was livid. The last few days have been a mess - so much to do, yet so little time. Not to mention the lack of sleep. The making of new music, arranging the new additional tour dates and interviews, making sure I get everything done before I take off to Australia was taking its toll on me. And her. (Y/N). God forgive me for leaving her like this the whole time. I’ve missed her so much, and the thought of me leaving her has been driving me mad. Especially this time, even though I cannot fully understand why. Every minute spent together with her has been leading me to the edge of breaking, either in tears or rage, and this time rage took over. It’s not like she has done anything wrong, no. It’s just that the more time we spend together alone, the more I don’t want to leave, making me consider postponing the tour, to which my management would never agree to. And the fans…

Last night we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner with my team, making it important to actually show up, since I was the one who initially came up with the idea. Having to lie made me angry, not because I could not understand that (Y/N) was not feeling her best, but the fact that she realised that only an hour before the actual meeting, making me look bad infront of important people. Even though I was more than glad to finally get a good night’s sleep, (Y/N) decided otherwise, which is the reason for my cranky mood today, since I had refused to get up, guilt eating me, as I felt her shuffle further away from me, mumbling a “sorry” as she did so. Waking up this morning, however, was when I decided I cannot keep up my behaviour and took a drive to the nearest take out place, knowing very well she would forgive me for being a massive dick. I don’t even want to talk about what happened when I arrived home. Something inside of me just snapped…

Seeing her fall, however, was the worst feeling I’ve felt in a long time. Watching the love of my life fall on top of a layer of scraps that I had initially scattered there in the fit of rage I was having, made me sick in my stomach, and seeing her unconscious and bleeding just about broke my heart. I rushed towards her and craddled her in my arms, shaking her for the dear life, hoping to see her beautiful eyes look up to me, telling me that this was all just a bad dream, and that everything is alright…

Once I took her to the hospital for the doctors to take care of her and find out what caused the fainting, praying to myself that I was not the reason behind it, I couldn’t help but to fear the worst. I kept repeating everything I said to her in my mind, wincing at how rude and unnecessary that was. I couldn’t help but to sob next to her bed, praying for her to wake up and forgive me, to hold me the way I’m holding her now and to tell me that everything is okay. That it will be okay… It will, right?

When the doctor came in, I couldn’t help but to jump up from my chair, asking him to give me the answers I oh so desperately wanted to know.

“Mr.Styles, you have got to calm down. The stitching was done professionally, so the scaring will be little to none with the right precautions taken. The fainting, however, is something I am more concerned about..” the doctor trailed off, making my heart sink.

“Wh-what is it?” I sniffled, not caring about anyone noticing my current state.

“Well, she has been lacking on the intake of vitamins, which, in her case, has lead this far, thus harming her immune system, not to mention the stress, but with the right diet and excercise, they should be fine.”

“I-I’m sorry, did I hear correct? They?”

Oh, yes, they. She is pregnant!


An afternoon date~

and a bonus

septicemiiy  asked:

how long did it take to make the anti intro for pax?

For me it took about an hour with everything including set up and “make up” and swapping stuff in and out. It then took Robin like 7 hours (maybe longer) to edit it all down to what it ended up at. 

It takes a LONG time to make stuff like that even though it’s only two and a half minutes long. Probably why there’s not more stuff like that :P

It didn’t happen often, but even once would probably be more than Aaron would be willing to admit. The first time it happened was shortly after their game against the Ravens that ended in Riko’s death.

Thanks to Katelyn, Neil knew about Aaron’s occasional nightmares, which was why he was only mildly surprised when one night the door to their bedroom opened and the second Minyard brother stood in their doorway. A quick glance to the digital clock on Kevin’s nightstand told Neil it was half past two in the morning.

He watched from his bed as Aaron quietly, probably hoping not to wake anyone, made his way over to Andrew’s bed.

As he stepped into the little bit of moonlight that found its way through their blinds, the pale light illuminated his tired features and Neil was pretty sure Aaron had gotten little to no sleep yet. He almost felt sorry for him.

“Andrew,” he heard Aaron whisper, a safe distance between him and his twin, “Andrew, wake up.”

Rustling sheets and a sudden, dull thud told Neil Andrew had woken up - as violently as always - in the bed beneath his.

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question, just a very tired and annoyed remark.

“I-…” Aaron cleared his throat and looked at the ground beneath his naked feet. He looked uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Scared.

“…..can I stay?”

There was a long silence, and Neil began to think Andrew would do his usual spiel of staring someone down until they got the message and left him alone.

He didn’t know what it was that made Andrew decide against this. Whether it was some sort of brotherly affection Andrew had towards Aaron, but didn’t quite know what to do with yet. Or maybe it was his excessive sense of duty towards those he called family. Whatever it was, it made Andrew scoot over in his bed. An almost unnoticeable sigh of relief left Aaron, and he climbed into his brother’s bed.

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A Fighting Chance (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: you’re the personal trainer for American Assassin and grow close to one of the stars. (Verrrrry close)

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: this spirals into smut! I also have a filthy mouth so beware of multiple curses throughout.

A/N: Dylan mentioned needing a trainer for American Assassin and my first thought was ‘hot sexy Dylan sweating over a punching bag’ and so this baby was born lmao. I’ve not had the opportunity to see the film, so I’ve sort of made up what I assume the types of things are that they did. I also have no idea what order they shot the film in, so just went along with the natural progression of this plot!

PSA !!! This mentions nothing of his accident on The Death Cure. I don’t feel it’s right to write about or romanticise Dylan’s trauma, so you’ll never find it featured in my pieces! 

**In case it isn’t obvious, every time there’s a line break, that indicates a small time skip. During that time, Y/N and Dylan grow a little closer.**

Happy reading! :)

Originally posted by thatonekimgirl

“Harder!” You called out, watching Dylan’s shoulders shake. A sheen of sweat covered his upper arms, accentuating the powerful movements of his biceps.

Hearing your words, he groaned loudly. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I’ve been at it for,” he paused, face screwing into a grimace, “at least an hour. Please give me a break,” he whined. Despite the complaints, he continued his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and grabbed the punching bag, stopping his workout abruptly. “It’s been barely ten minutes,” you deadpanned, “and you’re still doing it wrong! May I?”

Dylan nodded so you moved forwards. Grabbing his bandaged hands, you worked quickly to adjust his balance in a way that redistributed his weight. “You need to engage your core more. Without it, you’re losing a lot of power.”

“Okay,” He replied, standing up a little straighter. He pushed some of the hair from his face, gazing at the bag determinedly.

“It’s all yours,” you said, giving him the go-ahead.

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If I found a way just to hit rewind
Would it be enough to change your mind
And this time I’ll make you stay
And I remember how we used to be
Giving you up ain’t so easy
But since you walked away

But I'd do it all again

my sister, really?

You and Tom have been seeing each other behind your brothers, Harrison’s back since you were afraid of how he’d react. And it turns out worse then expected when he catches you two in a heated make out session in Tom’s pool.

author’s note: finally wrote a Tom imagine yayayayay also i have major Bucky feels rn so i might write something about him idk idk.

warnings: really bad writing and intense make out session with a shirtless and very wet Tom!!!!!

Originally posted by buckybcrns

Sneaking in and out of your own home had become a recurring thing for you as any time you were able to spend with your boyfriend Tom, you happily accepted even though it most often was in the late hours of the night.

He couldn’t come to your place since what was he going to tell Harrison? “Oh hey best friend it’s just me coming over to do your baby sister!” no, just no.

So as you lightly knocked on Tom’s front door, you took one glance around making sure your brother hadn’t caught you sneaking out and had followed you, something you always did when you snuck to Tom’s.

The door soon swung open revealing a very shirtless Tom. He had water droplets dripping down his chest and his hair was pushed back with the water he was covered in.

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked your boyfriend up and down. His red swimming trunks hugging every place of his legs perfectly. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” Tom teased, snapping you out of your daze as he pulled you inside.

“You brought your bikini?” he asked trapping you in between his body and the white wall that stood between the hall and the kitchen. “Yup the black one like you asked me to” you smiled biting your lower lip lightly, something you knew drove him crazy.

“Get changed and meet me in the pool” Tom winked pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder before pushing himself back and walking out the glass doors that lead out into the back garden where his rather large pool was placed.

You chuckled before jogging towards his bathroom where you removed all clothing you had on and replaced it with the black bikini Tom had specifically asked you to bring.

You looked at your self in the mirror adjusting your bikini and hair before you made your way towards his back garden.

Your eyebrows pulled in as you saw no sign of Tom being there “Tom?” you called out the confusion evident in your voice as you let your hands slip from the door and your feet carry you to the edge of the pool.

Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your waist and you were thrown into the pool. The surprisingly cold water submerging you as you closed your eyes and held your nose.

You shrieked as you swam back up to the surface pushing your hair back with both your arms, you playfully hit Tom in the chest and scolded him for what he had just done “you’re so annoying” you whined whilst Tom swam toward you putting both hands on your waist as he lifted you ever so slightly only to have you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’m sorry doll, just couldn’t help myself” he chuckled against your neck his breath tickling you as his hands tightened around your waist, “you look amazing by the way” you giggled at his comment as you buried your head in his neck hiding the obvious blush that rose to your cheeks.

Tom’s hands wondered down to your ass where he tighten his grip causing you to look back up at him “Tom wha-” he cut you off as his lips found yours in a desperate and needy kiss.

You moaned slightly as Tom’s tongue dipped into your mouth, your hands ran through his brown locks and his moved up to untie your bikini strap, but before he could a loud voice boomed from the glass door that voice belonging to none other than your brother.

You froze pulling back from Tom, he shared the same exact expression you held, complete and utter terror. You got of Tom slowly turning around to face your brother.

“Hey bro” you chuckled awkwardly “this isn’t-” you tried to make the situation less awkward but it was like you couldn’t form a prober sentence “it’s not it’s really not” Tom tried to finish for you Harrison’s face remaining emotionless.

“Tom may i have a word please” Harrison said calmly, to calmly terrifying both you and Tom. “Of course, bud” the words rolled awkwardly off of Tom’s lips as he pushed himself up out of the pool and walked with Harrison into the house.

“Well fuck” you sighed getting out of the warm water, you grabbed a white towel that had been laying on one of the chairs that were out in the garden and wrapped it around yourself before walking into the house where your brothers angry yells could be heard bellowing from Tom’s bedroom.

You slowly opened the door and walked in laying a hand on your brothers shoulder in an attempt for him to stop yelling, and he did before he turned around and started yelling at you that is.

“Harrison calm down!” you said your voice now matching the volume of his “I’m nineteen Harrison! And I can do what I want with whoever I want I love Tom! so please don’t ruin this for me like you always ruin everything else!”

Harrison’s face softened at your words whilst Tom’s eyes went wide realizing that was the first time you had ever told him that you loved him.

“I’m gonna get dressed” you said dryly hurrying out of the room before anyone could say anything making the already awkward situation even more uncomfortable.

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secret relationship

((hope you like it; thanks for the prompt))

It didn’t surprise Harry the first time Draco pulled away from him.  They’d been sitting in the 8th year common room late at night.  As they heard footsteps outside the doorway, Draco jumped from his seat next to Harry and moved to the far side of the sofa.  

Once they were alone again, Draco apologized between soft kisses. “I’m sorry.  We just have a lot of eyes on us right now.  For very different reasons, of course.  I’m just not ready.”

Harry held him close and smiled.  "It’s ok.  Not everyone is cut out for fame and attention.“

Draco swatted at him but couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

Right after leaving Hogwarts, Harry gave Draco a small box tied with a green ribbon.  He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Draco open it.  Once Draco saw the key inside, Harry asked, “Will you move in with me?”

Draco didn’t immediately answer.

Harry nervously rambled, “I mean, it’s not like the manor, it’s just a little flat in a Muggle area, but it’s got plenty of space.  I know you have too many dress robes to keep in a respectably sized flat, but we could make it work.  I won’t even get mad at all the hair potions taking up room on the bathroom counter-top…”

Draco stood with tears in his eyes.  "I’m sorry.  I…“

Harry sighed, “It’s ok.”

“I’m not ready. I want to.  I really do, but…”

“It’s ok, it was a long shot anyway.  I mean, what did I expect. ‘Happy late nineteenth birthday, please make this crazy commitment with no time to think it over.’ I mean we’ve only been together for…almost a year” Harry stopped when he realized how disappointed and a bit bitter he sounded.

“Please, don’t be angry. I love you. I just can’t,” Draco held the box out for Harry to take.

Harry took a deep breath and he let it out grabbing Draco by his outstretched arm and pulled him close. Wrapping his arms around Draco, “Keep it.  It’s not like you’re going to walk in on me and someone else,” Harry said as Draco scoffed at him.  “You have my heart.  A key to my place just seems reasonable.”

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

“You don’t want me to be your partner, and that’s perfectly understandable.  I’m just having a hard time with why I can’t list you as my emergency contact,” Harry said.

“You can list Weasley,” Draco said quietly.

“Aurors can’t list their partners as their emergency contact.  It’s not like these are posted in the break room, I just think that if something happened to me, you would want to be the first to know,” Harry said.  

They sat at the kitchen table in the flat Draco still hasn’t moved into.  Paperwork covered the surface.  Another year had passed between them.  Auror training had been as horrible as Draco thought it would be, but Harry had been there for him every step of the way.  Over the past year, he never pushed Draco to come out.  Draco eventually felt comfortable being seen with Harry, as friends of course.

Their “friendship” didn’t seem to surprise anyone.  Then only time he heard anything from the other Aurors-in-training, it was some snide comment about how Harry seemed to have a things for taking in strays.  What did come as a surprise was when he heard Weasley speak up about it saying, “Yeah, cause Weasleys are such solitary stray people.  I really set the trend for the rest of his friends.”

Harry took Draco’s hand, “I’ll make a deal with you.  I’ll list Andromeda first, you know, because of Teddy.  Then I’ll list you second.  That way, my godson isn’t stuck waiting for me to pick him up if something happens.”

Draco smiled, “Fine.  But I just don’t want to risk our jobs.  Relationships in the workplace are just inappropriate.”

“Are you kidding?  There are two different married couples in our department.  They just can’t work as direct partners.  And we’re not working as partners.  No problems,” Harry explained.

“We’re not married,” Draco said, pulling his hand away.

Harry stood abruptly, busying himself getting drinks from the refrigerator.  Draco couldn’t be completely certain, but he was willing to believe he heard Harry mutter ‘not yet.’

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

The day Lucius Malfoy died, Narcissa spent the evening with her son.  Both she and Draco were very private with their grief even in the presence of each other.  Draco had watched Lucius’ health decline sharply over the six months since he’s become an Auror, ashamed that he was thankful for the long hours and inconsistent schedule.

“You should go back to work tomorrow.  You know your father wouldn’t approve of sitting about when there are still matters that need attended,” Narcissa suggested.  "Sitting about isn’t going to make you feel any better.  Leave the isolated grief to me.  My son, you have been through quite enough.  I know if you go back to the Ministry in the morning, you will feel better.“

Draco wasn’t convinced she meant his job would make him feel better, but how could she know?  Draco had been so careful.  Hadn’t he? 

He took her advice though.  Draco went back to work the next day.  As he arrived, Harry ran to meet him.

"What are you doing here?  They’d understand if you took some time off.  No matter who he was, you still lost your father,” Harry said.  He was careful to stand a bit farther away from Draco than he wanted.  He was careful not to offer Draco any comforting touches.

Draco fell into Harry’s arms right there in the middle of the corridor leading to the Auror offices surrounded by at least a dozen of their colleagues and acquaintances.  Draco cried.  At first he cried about his father, then he realized he was crying because he had nothing to hide anymore.  He was holding his lover.  Draco, held close to Harry, leaned down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.  

Harry pulled away quickly, glancing around them, “Do you want to, er, go somewhere more private?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.  I shouldn’t have done that without knowing if you were ok with it.  You can blame it on me if you want.” Draco stumbled over his words, obviously holding himself away from Harry.

Harry kept his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for that for 3 years.  You were hiding me from your father.  Weren’t you?”

Draco shook his head, ignoring the small glances from the people walking past them. “I was hiding me from my father.  I don’t know why I never just said that.  You deserved to know, but I couldn’t tell you that I expected you to go out of your way to stay hidden because of him.  I mean, you two weren’t exactly on the best of terms.  I would understand if you don’t want to see me right now, or ever. But he was…he would have disowned me.  I know he was terrible but…”

Harry put a comforting hand on Draco’s shoulder, “But he was still your father.  I get it.  I would pick a fight with Minerva McGonagall for my father and I don’t even remember him, not really.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “No, you wouldn’t!”

“Nah, but I’d think about it,” Harry laughed. He took Draco’s face in his hands and kissed him not caring who saw them.  His entire body filled with relief when Draco kissed him back.  "You still shouldn’t be here today.  Can’t we just go home?“

Draco nodded, "Take me home." 

When Harry apparated them into the little flat in Muggle London, Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with Harry Potter.

Only Angel [h.s.]

A/N: this one shot has been in the works for a while and i finally managed to finish it up :-) i hope you all enjoy it! sorry for any typos! feel free to leave your thoughts by my inbox and happy reading! all the love, andrea 💝

There are a lot of things that Y/N loves in the world– enough to fill up entire pages of a book, possibly. Not a thick book, though– no, more like a short chapter book like the ones she used to read back in first grade.

She adores general things, such as her family and friends, along with more specific things, like her cozy knitted blanket and the new season of Supernatural. And then there were the detailed, intimate things, such as popping her sweaters into the drying machine for a few minutes before slipping them on so that they would be toasty for the road, or petting her two-year-old Burmese cat, Sybil, in the curve right behind his left ear and feeling his deep purring against her thighs.

Then there was Harry, which Y/N tended to file under all three categories. For general, she fancies him for his quirky sense of humor and lovingly idiotic personality. For specific, she’d state that she loves the size of his hands because they were huge– big enough that one of his could easily hold both of her wrists together. And for intimate, Y/N has always been fascinated by Harry’s ears. A tad odd, perhaps, but she could never live down how small and adorable they were, and super sensitive, too. Whenever she would bite at them he would always let loose something in between a childish giggle and an anguished whine, signifying how torn he was between the pain and pleasure that derived from that certain area.

However, there is one exact thing that Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to categorize because her attachment to it is simply too much to put into words: riding Harry.

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The moon split in half
and the stars crumbled,
falling like fireworks
into the sea.
I watched my world
fall apart the day
my love left me

- Christy Ann Martine

the star signs from a Cancer’s perspective

aries - I’m sorry that others can not see just how much you care about the world around you. i see it when you get angry at me for not updating you on how i’m feeling, for when you are “fed up” with a friend who just won’t listen to your words of advice. you care so much, Aries, that I could fall in love with you for it. you are raw, you are power, you are the core of the earth and the burning stars in the sky, but you are also a gentle spark, a whisp of smoke that curls fluidly in crisp air…i know it is hard, but if you could, slow down for a few seconds. nothing saddens me more than an arien passion left drained and deflated.

taurus - how you make a delicious meal, you magician, you. you are made of the earth and so know all her spices. your hugs are warm, your eyes are big, and when you rested your hand on  my back i felt the anxious waters in me soothe. though you can be a bit judgemental, you make up for it in your love for friends and family. it is you whom i make soul-reviving love to in the quiet hours of the night.

gemini - you can make a poor man feel rich with your witty presence, fairy. you once told me that i passed all of your tests to see if i am worthy to keep in your life after so many took advantage of your porcelain heart. i am so happy i did. you are funny, you are a friend by all definitions, and your ideas and jokes bring sparks to my watery mind.

cancer - it is hard to be around you, Cancer, only because we understand each other too well: how deeply our feelings run, how needless our intensity can be, how our sadness has made its name in the veins across our hearts. in a way, because of this familiarity in another soul, i don’t want to be around you at all, yet I want to wrap myself around you completely.

leo - i fell in love with you once. you are generous, kind, warm, your smile lit up my heart and turned my blood into honey. your heart is always leaving room for more - more friends, more lovers. you are bold, adventurous…it is you whom i lust after, “of course I am” you say back, I assume?…Hmm. If only you truly believed that. I give you an enveloping hug, and i let you stay in my arms until the sobs finally come, and then I let you stay for even longer. My sun my sun my sun.

virgo - i hate you for knowing me so well after only meeting you once hahaha. i love you for how beautiful your mind is: you see a synthesis in every aspect of creation. you make art out of an empty coffee mug and the stain left on the bottom. you want so much for your loved ones to succeed that you sacrifice a bit of your soul in order for them - the unmotivated - to thrive. don’t worry, angel, underneath the electric anxiety or cool exterior, I see your love and I admire it completely.

libra - you are tired, I know. you put so much in, but what comes out is never comparable. your love is airy, the mist hovering just above pink waters. your justice intimidates me - a swift cut at the base of the neck to destabilize the entire structure built upon evil bones. i see you: the one who searches for beauty is the one who sees all the ugliness this world nests. i hope one day your peace finds you.

scorpio - you hated me when we first met, but after realizing that there was no need to keep warmth away you let me in. you are hilarious, your smile is striking. unbelievable: my heart beats faster just thinking of you. your are damn strong and your vulnerability is stunning. you are brilliant enough to accomplish anything, but I worry for your heart. may i hug you, keeping your chest protected, as you go out to the battlefield?  keep on keeping on, soldier.

saggitarius - your food is the best food, your smile is the most welcoming. you are clumsy and goofy but MAN your brain constructs the most beautiful skyscrapers of ideas. i admire you so much. you do not move across the earth to see her splendor..she gladly twists and reforms herself in order to have your pomegranate-oiled feet step upon her vast mountains…please remember to keep some of your joy to yourself, some of that golden-flaked abundance. the clouds cry when they see your eyes so downcast.

capricorn - we do understand each other, and yet we do not. we can empathize with each other, and yet we bring out the worst in each other. through all our extremes and chaos, i see a Cosmic Father in you: how you care for the well-being and foundations of your loved ones. a love that isn’t necessarily warm and gooey, but solid and strong. that love should never be understated, you titan of a soul. your eyes are gorgeous, and just once i wish you could let me kiss your eyelids to show you a bit of the warmth you feel you can not have.

aquarius - the one who holds their hearts to the masses, I say to you: you are enough. holding two buckets of water on muscled shoulders must cause back ache…are your knees tired? are the arches of your feet tensed? saturn casts a blank expression over you, but you do not fool me: you are a great force of wind that carries pollen to tired flowers, and yet, you can be so under-appreciated. i recognize your effort, aquarius.

pisces - a mirror shrouded in mist, a heart on the sleeve personality, eyes that look to far to see blessings that are so close. My dear, while Scorpio and I have armour, you are brave enough to flow through and into the word freely without hesitation. Ghosts, emotions, weave through your being before kissing your cheek goodbye. I hope you can find your place in this rough world one day. I hope one day you won’t feel so alone. There is an ancient ruin out there, Pisces, that is calling out to your heart, it’s engine. May you find your quiet lake soon.


sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 8: halloween bring back the dead

Halloween also known as All Hallow’s Eve is widely known for its trick-or-treating and pumpkin carving. However, there’s a darker, more powerful meaning to this day.
Marking the last day of harvest, Halloween is the day of the year where the line that separates the world of the living and the world of the dead is at its thinnest.
For centuries, druids have taken advantage of this situation to communicate with their dead loved ones or summon unearthly energies to perform their spells.

And the bravest dare to resurrect them.

After Stiles finds a spell that could potential change their lives forever, he contacts Derek - who returns to Beacon Hills to help him in every step of the way.
Together, with the help of their friends, they bring back to life the innocent causalities of a war they never chose - Erica, Boyd and Allison.

How leisure reading goes, some nights.


Game Aesthetics: Nick (Left 4 Dead 2)


Ok so when it’s my turn to take the picture, I go up and I ask Sebastian what were we going to do for it like “What are we doing, Sebastian? What are we doing?” and he goes:

“I don’t know but your hair looks AMAZING!”

I’m like 8D *internal dying animal noises*

But I keep my cool and I’m like “Thank you! Would you like to touch it?” because this is just a thing that happens so I wanted to offer since he complimented it.

He was like “No but can I just rest my head on it.” and I you’re goddamn fucking right I said yes.

A stronger and far better woman than I might have said no, but I am not that woman.


He looks so fucking happy laying in my hair though, like I can’t even breathe right now y'all and it’s been HOURS.

This is the man who actually leaned over and took a selfie with me even though the handlers said no.

This is the man who got in trouble for giving too many hugs despite the handlers giving him absolute glares of doom and faces of “WTF ARE YOU DOING SEBASTIAN?! WE SAID NO!”

This is the man who went out of his way to make each experience with his fans work out the way they wanted it to and who did it all with the most wonderful smile on his face.

This man… this absolutely dorky sweetheart of a beautiful man is everything.

anonymous asked:

Ooh!! What do you think each loser would react on riding roller coasters? :)


Eddie: YOU PROBABLY GUESSED IT BUT this kid is terrified of roller coasters. His mom had told him that 5,000 people a year die on roller coasters (which even Eddie knew that was a gross exaggeration) and he vowed to never go on one… that is, until Richie Tozier happened. The Losers went to their local theme park and it took Richie about an hour to bribe Eddie into going on the ride with him (”I’d never let anything bad happen to you, Eds” “Here, come on the ride with me and I’ll do whatever it takes to get that stuffed bear I saw you looking at earlier”). Eddie finally got on the ride and held onto Richie for dear life and hid in the crook of his neck and guess what…..HE LOVED IT. He never told Richie that though so now when they go to the park Richie bribes him and gives him cute words of encouragement and it makes Eddie blush like crazy. 

Richie: You mother fucking know this kid tries to ride in the very front of every single roller coaster. He’s the one thats clapping in line and getting all giddy every time the ride comes back for another group of people. He will only let Eddie sit with him. Plot twist: Richie knows that Eddie secretly likes the roller coaster but he likes to watch him blush when he promises the shorter boy that he’d never let him go. 

Beverly: She’s the opposite of Eddie. She pretends like she loves roller coasters but secretly she’s scared of heights. When the ride gets to the top her heart drops and she closes her eyes and clutches the bar in front of her. After the first drop she opens her eyes and things are better. Her favorite part of the rides are when they are nearest to the ground.

Ben: He isn’t afraid of rides, he just gets real real sick. He will go on them and have fun but there NEEDS to be a trashcan somewhere in short walking distance when the ride is over because he’s gonna need it. It does not ruin his time though. Mike laughs at him because Ben will ride the ride, get off, puke, and then smile and say “Let’s go again!”

Mike: This dude’s a thrill seeker. He likes the roller coasters that go upside down and will be the first to hold his arms above his head when they’re at the tip of the ride before the massive drop. He and Richie have competitions like who will make the funniest faces when the camera takes a picture of them mid drop. So far Mike is winning the competition but that’s because Mike doesn’t have Eddie clutching onto him all the time (but hey, Richie isn’t complaining).

Stan: So Stan takes the “Let’s not and say we did approach” because he really doesn’t like big roller coasters. He would normally wait by the exit for his friends until Bill started standing outside near the exit with him. Stan tried to tell him it was okay and that Bill can go be with the other Losers but Bill insisted, “It won-n-t be as fu-un with-ou-out yo-u.” Now Bill and Stan make it a habit to sit together when the gang goes on big roller coasters or they head over to the funnel cakes and share one with brown sugar. 

Bill: He can take it or leave it. They’re fun to go on but he also takes joy in knowing that all of his friends are having fun. When he saw that Stan didn’t like the big scary roller coasters, he immediately decided that making Stan happy would bring him more joy than any roller coaster ever could. One time he talked Stan into going on the carousel and it was the most he had ever seen Stan smile in his life (and Bill loved it).

anonymous asked:

Hey it's my friend langsty-mc-langstface birthday on the 6th of September and I know they are a big fan of yours and was wondering if you would do them a birthday fic where Lance and Keith are stranded on a ice planet but Lance's suite is damaged so he's freezing to death and Keith is doing everything he can to keep him awake till help comes. I know it would mean a lot to them if you wrote this form them since I know their a big fan.

First of all, you’re such a sweetheart for requesting a birthday fic for your friend! I love @langsty-mc-langstface and I’m so happy to write them a birthday fic in hopes of making their birthday half as lovely as they are!

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