touched echo

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Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.

“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”

Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”

He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy. - Rolling Stone

Until I can write the prompts (I can’t write long things on my phone for some reason), have some angst
I saw a post about Lance becoming a part of the Blue Lion when he died and I wanted to write a thing
Like, what if Blue was able to make a hologram of Lance that was actually Lance, he just didn’t have a physical form? It was all of his thoughts, all of his memories, the real Lance, just not his physical body so he can’t be touched?


Shiro’s voice echoed through the hangers as he sat in the Black Lion’s hanger, head tilted back slightly. He was talking to the machine when he had a thought.

“I’m gonna go see Lance.” He stated, smiling up at her. He heard his lion’s concern rumble in the back of his mind and he placed a hand on her large paw. “It’ll be fine.”

Leaving his lion’s hanger, he headed for the Blue Lion’s hanger, smiling when it opened up for him. He walked in and smiled up at the beautiful ship, tilting his head slightly.

“Hey, Blue. Just here to see Lance.” A rumble echoed through the room and the lion’s eyes lit up as she looked down at him. Shiro just smiled at her, relaxing when she seemed to give in.

“You can’t keep doing this..” Lance’s voice was soft and he turned to see the Blue Paladin staring at him, a sad look in once bright blue eyes. Shiro smiled at him and approached, hand raising to cup his cheek. His heart clenched when Lance’s form glitched slightly. “It’s not good for your mental health.”

“I can’t help it, Lance..” Shiro’s hand fell back to his side and he looked away slightly. The hologram of his boyfriend let out a soft sigh and he tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at the Black Paladin.

“Shiro, let Keith help you.” Shiro’s gaze snapped towards him, eyes widening slightly. “You’re not the only one that comes to see me…Allura and Keith have both found out, they just promised not to tell the others…you’re just the one that does it the most..”

“Lance, I-”

“Shiro, I can’t stay. Coran is coming with Hunk, if they see me..” His voice trailed off and he looked back to the entrance of the Blue Lion’s- of his hanger.

“Lance-”

“I love you, Shiro.” The words pulled a broken sound from the Black Paladin. He couldn’t feel the arms that wrapped around him, he couldn’t feel the warmth of a body he used to hold through the night, he couldn’t feel Lance’s heart beat through his chest. He wasn’t aware he was crying until Lance was gone and Hunk and Coran were in the hanger. Both rushed towards him and Shiro felt two large arms wrap around him and pull him into a hug. A broken sob left the leader and he wrapped his arms around Hunk, letting himself be held for the first time since Lance died.

“Shh…I know, I miss him, too…we all do..” Hunk’s voice cracked and for some reason, it just made him cry harder.

Why couldn’t it be Lance holding him?

Morphine You Moron ~Spencer Reid~

Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured. 

Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst. 

Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader. 

Author’s Note: 

Hola! 

So I just want to say thank you for 236 followers! Yay! I know this is not a massive milestone but every little bit counts. :) 

So please if your a new follower and you want me to write something, talk to me about something, anything really, shoot me a message. 

I really hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Stay safe guys x


“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling. 

You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground. 

Fifth day of hell. 

Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole. 

“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!” 

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Take a Break

Pairing: Lin x Reader 
Warnings: masturbation, being consensually watched while masturbating   sexting, degradation, sloppy sex, vibrator, lin works too much someone please comfort him
Word count: 1803
A/N: I’M ALIVE!! I haven’t poseted a fic in SO long I’m SO sorry but here’s a good one for y’all. This wasn’t a request, just something my sinful self thought of. I’m planning SO many fics (most of which requested) so please look forward to those!

Tags: @hamil-lins @gonnamurderyou @itsjaynebird @aceplaysbass

It had been three weeks since you and Lin had had sex.

Which, in reality, was understandable. Due to your busy work schedule matched with his performing and writing schedule, it left very little time for you to be alone in which you weren’t simply sitting beside each other, working.

So, you sat there, mindlessly typing away and entrenched in your work. Lin sat at his desk beside you, working himself away. You glanced at him and smiled, he was always working so hard, never giving himself a moment to really relax.

“Hey,” you said, turning to him, spinning your desk chair around to face him, “we should take a break.” You suggested, playfully cocking an eyebrow at him. Yes, you wanted him to take some time to himself– to do something other than work. But, part of you– the more selfish part of you– wanted to have him to yourself for the day. You had been on edge for the last two weeks of the three, and it was starting to get to you. “You know, we could go and…”

Lin turned to you and let out a small chuckle. “As much as I would love to fuck you senseless,” he interrupted you, smirking, “we both have work to do.”

“Yeah but,” you leaned forward, crawling onto his lap, placing a small peck on his lips, “you could just bend me right over your desk and fuck me now,” you teased, kissing his lips again while you rolled your hips over his.

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OH. MY. GOSH.
Anakin tells Padmé that love won’t save her.
What does Luke do? Save his father with his love.
I’m sorry if y'all had already realized this, but it just hit me and I had to freak out about it.

rollingstone.com
Review: Harry Styles Is a True Rock Star on Superb Solo Debut
For his debut, the One Direction heartthrob invokes an intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. Our take.

Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.

“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”

Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”

He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy.

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Dishonored 2:Dark Echoes Lore Series Art by Joshua Meehan

Some of the work for the new video that was just released on the Outsider.

Link to the video can be found here: https://youtu.be/wwxCoFiPH88?list=PLWBlk70e-hGJj1uIWXHvkgxmJFl7yagSQ


This is the last video for the Dishonored 2 lore series and I wanted to make sure the art was as good as I could make it. Very proud to have worked on this series and I hope you enjoy it :)

‘Meet Me In The Hallway’ sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. 'Carolina’ rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn 'Two Ghosts’ could pass for vintage Bread. 'Woman’ could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, 'Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?
—  Rob Sheffield on Harry’s debut album

Reita: today is the release of TRACES vol.2. I’d be so happy if it touched everyone’s hearts and echoed through your minds. nah, I’ll be glad if you just listen to it.
also, it’s only 2 more days until the Cherry Blossoms of Imbecility! I hope, you guys get your stretching and some light sweating done to get ready!
Ruki: good morning.
today is the final day of rehearsals. and it’s also the release of the BALLAD BEST ALBUM TRACES vol.2.
please make sure to listen to it.
Aoi: go on! you should go pick up your copy now!
I want you to feel the real us.
Aoi: get ready for us, Yoyogi!

Silence

The thing she loved the most about Dimitri was his silence.

For a girl like Rose, silence had always been something distasteful and uncomfortable. She had always filled it with her exuberance, driven by the need to be loud and outspoken, to be noticed. Meeting Dimitri had been a lesson – that sitting in silence with someone could be comfortable. It could be refreshing, and respectful, and calming. And it didn’t mean she had been forgotten.

Their quiet moments were brief, but frequent. Rose found it was best when they were driving, Dimitri focused on the road, and her eyes roaming the horizon as sunlight beat down on them through the windscreen.

She would smile at how uncomfortable he must be in the heat, sitting there in that long duster that was softened by the golden light. His eyes would slide over to her briefly, catch her little smirk and his fingers would reach out and flick on the A/C, because she hadn’t noticed yet, but she was getting hot as well.

Often they were thinking the same things, following the same thought pattern that had stemmed from their last conversation. Rose sometimes sheepishly wondered if Dimitri might actually be able to read her mind – although she would have vehemently denied believing such a thing if someone asked her.
She never had to explain herself, or the thousands of complex tangents that flitted through her mind a mile a minute. He understood. Every time, despite how convoluted her reasoning may be, Dimitri understood.

Everything that passed between them – every glance, touch and word – echoed with understanding and familiarity that resonated within her soul. In the silence, every thought was inextricably tied to his. As long as he loved her she would never be forgotten.

I’m sorry this is so harsh, but if no one ever disagrees with you or calls you out on foolishness, you have no real friends and you’re probably not one either. If you get offended any time someone pushes back on something you say or do, then you’re using how you “feel” as emotional blackmail to protect your precious ego. I don’t mean that every criticism is right, but none of us are right all the time either. Shutting out dissension is the way to stagnancy and immaturity. This is the downward spiral into isolation and an out-of-touch echo chamber. If you surround yourself with yes-men, your life will be comfortable and complacent, but you’ll never grow or see or move. And most of all, I’m preaching this to myself first. For any amount of hurt you’ve caused, I’m that same person to someone else, so I’m checking me before you. I’m ripping my claws off my ego.

Medbay Dominos

Happy Everyone Lives After Rishi, and Rex Adopts All of Domino Squad au. lol. Just a little something I had to write thanks to one of Hevy’s recent adventures. Also influenced by @wolveria‘s post about Echo being a trouble maker. Killer belongs to @thebisexualmandalorian <3 also on ao3.


Kix was finally taking a break to get some food. He was starving, and Jesse finally convinced him to leave everything to Killer for a little while.

He was just about to take his first bite when he heard Stick say to Poke, “Glad we’re not on duty, Domino Squad is back in the medbay for checkups. Had to deal with them last time. They are worse than herding stray ARCs.”

Kix dropped his fork and stormed back to the medbay. Jesse sighed, and followed after his husband. This was not going to be pleasant.

——-

It was mostly quiet in the medbay on the Resolute. Killer had just left to go to the intensive care unit where a vod needed some assistance.

Unfortunately, that meant he had to leave Domino Squad unsupervised. In the medbay.

Stay. Someone will be back shortly to do your checkups.” Killer said before trotting off to where he was needed.

Echo got up from where he was sitting to start messing with some equipment on the wall. Fives asked, “Didn’t Killer tell us to stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere Fiv’ika. Besides, he didn’t say not to touch anything.” Echo replied, watching the slow smile form over Fives’ face.

“That is true. Excellent point.” Fives slid over next to Echo tossed an interesting piece of equipment to Cutup, who was still sitting on the bed next to a napping Droidbait. Hevy tapped him on the shoulder, but Droidbait just groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. Hevy shrugged and went to poke at something attached to the wall.

——-

Kix stomped into the medbay, pointed at all of Domino Squad and yelled, “You!.”

Cutup jumped so bad, he threw whatever he was holding into the air, which smacked Fives in the head, causing him to swear profusely. The smallest snap could be heard, preceded by Hevy swearing softly, attempting to fix whatever he just broke. Echo turned to face Kix with the most unrepentant smile.

“What do you think you’re doing to my medbay?!” Kix growled out.

“Us?” Echo asked innocently, placing a hand on his chest. “We would never do anything to harm your medbay.”

“Bullshit, and you know it.” Kix barked, emphasizing with his pointed finger. “Last time you were left in here alone, you blew out half of my lights, and we had to call that ARC engineer from 212th when even General Skywalker couldn’t even figure out what you did.”

Echo attempted to explain “Honestly th-”

“-No. Don’t.” Kix held up his hand to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. All of you are banned from being in the medbay unless supervised, or unconscious.” Cutup reached a hand to Droidbait’s shoulder. “Except Droidbait, who is an actual angel and has done nothing wrong. He can pick a sweet from Poke’s stash after he gets back.” The other four all made various levels of bummed noises, and pouty faces.

Which is exactly when Jesse walked in. He stopped just behind Kix, and crossed his arms. “Everything okay in here?”

Hevy finally turned around, casually placing the broken off piece on the table. “Yep. All good in here. Fine, really.”

A sly smiled formed on Kix’s face. “Well then, if everything is ‘all good’ in here. I’m just going to leave Jesse here with you, while I finally get something to eat.” He looked over his shoulder, “That okay with you, ruus’ner.”

“Of course, Kixystix.” Jesse gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Go get some food.” He looked up at Domino Squad, and lowered his voice “I’ll keep a good eye on them ‘til you get back.”

Fives swallowed audibly as the four not napping members of Domino Squad huddled just a little closer together. If they listened hard enough, they could have heard Kix’s laughter all the way to the mess hall.