view from top of the rock

fun filler idea: instead of being banished to the barn, lapis and peridot move into the temple, but this means that they need their own rooms. the main four gems hit the reset switch or whatever to start recalibrating the temple to have rooms for peridot and lapis.

except… the gang get stuck inside the temple as it’s recalibrating. cue a wacky, reality-distorting adventure within the temple! potential highlights:

  • “wow this area is really cold and pretty, where are we?” “oh, this is sapphire’s room!” “um, does that mean it’s going to fuse with ruby’s room to make garnet’s? do we want to be in here when that happens?” “…RUN”
  • amethyst’s stuff goes everywhere. it all ends up back in her room eventually, but there’s a running gag of them just landing in junk, having random things fall on their heads, etc. maybe some fun visual puns in the mix too.
  • amethyst, steven and peridot start actively trying to summon random items with increasingly terrible puns. for some reason garnet is the only person who can get it to work. pearl and lapis are facepalming.
  • this gets less funny when pearl’s swords and the bubbled gems go EVERYWHERE. 
  • “who put a bag of chaaaps in a bubble?” “long story.”
  • eventually they end up in rose’s room and are like “maybe we can just hang out in here while this all blows over?” “wow, i can’t believe we’re at the point where this is the room we actually want to be in…”
  • of course this doesn’t work because they get like halfway through some video game steven’s conjured up or something and one of pearl’s waterfalls opens right on their heads
  • eventually things get settled and they’re in peridot’s room and it’s this high-tech control centre kind of place and peridot absolutely LOVES it. there’s a bunch of spinny office chairs in there and the gang just. leave her there while she spins around on them. “shhhh, she’s having fun, let’s just leave her to it.”
  • lapis’s room is kind of like the view from the top of the ocean tower? it’s got a huge projection of the night sky on the roof, and is this gorgeously decorated room with loads of floating platforms. lapis thinks it’s gorgeous. there isn’t a lot of water but there is a bit in case lapis might find it useful (it’s basically a waterslide down to pearl and amethyst’s rooms).

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend.
Words Count: 1.4k
Genre: Mild smut
Warnings: Long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.

Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.

Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” His gaze remained locked on his papers, yet he enjoyed your touch as his breath became deeper.

“I’m bored,” you leaned to whisper close to his ear.

“Then do something interesting because you are distracting me,” he advised and you saw his skin shivering at the gentle contact of your lips on his earlobe.

“But I am so bored!” You exclaimed, jumping over to collapse on the sofa.

“I know, Y/N. I know,” Steve patted your thigh, still scratching on the papers. “You can always read a book.”

“Any other good advice, Captain Obvious?”

“I don’t know, be creative.” As your boyfriend said those words, your bottom lip flushed with blood due to the grip of your teeth and he glanced at you. “Stop biting your lip, please,” he brushed his thumb against it, making you stop. “It’s very distracting too.”

Sure,” you smirked as a naughty idea popped into your mind and you seized the opportunity.

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The natural beauty of Petrified Forest National Park in Arizona is undeniable.The colorful landscape, open skies and unique formations make for excellent hiking and photography. But that beauty is all a bonus on top of the important scientific mission of the park. The fossil record at the Petrified Forest preserves everything from fossil pollen to some of the earliest dinosaurs, and allows for the reconstruction of several ancient environments through time. Photo by Hallie Larsen, National Park Service.


You show up at Bucky’s hotel door offering more than just your housekeeping services.

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 7918
warnings: AU, nsfw images, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

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Celebrate This..Properly - Finn Balor x Reader (Part 2)

AN- Part 2 was requested so, enjoy! Read part 1 here

Summary:- You and Finn go back to the hotel fresh from getting engaged during your match on Raw. Finn decides he wants you to celebrate the engagement properly, so thats exactly what you do. 

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Fluff

Word Count:- 1,209

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High-Five Boats Rounding The Southern Tip Of Africa, And 4 Other Plans For A Perfect Day In Cape Town

If you’ve only got 24 hours in Cape Town, here are the things you absolutely have to do!

1. Eat a plate of microwaved cut-up hot dogs and eggs: Tourists flock to the capital of South Africa for its delicious, exotic food scene, but true foodies crave one dish in particular: several sliced-up hot-dog pieces, nuked in a microwave for two minutes, that are served over scrambled eggs with a big bottle of ketchup. It’s packed with protein, totally affordable, and takes only minutes to prepare—why would you ever eat anything else when this exists?

2. High-five boats rounding the southern tip of Africa: Hold your hand out on the southernmost tip of Africa and bam—you’ll immediately feel a satisfying slap from a hand sticking out of a boat that is whipping around the corner at top speeds. Trust us: There is always a long line of ships rounding the corner, and hearing sailors shout “Up top, my man!” never gets old.

3. Take a scenic hike to the top of Cape Point and fall all the way back down: If you’re a more adventurous traveler, there’s nothing more satisfying than hiking to the top of the beautiful seaside cliff known as Cape Point and then immediately falling down a 238-meter cliff to the ocean below. Ideally, you should set aside a full day to explore, fall off the lighthouse, tumble down the jagged rocks, and splash into the water below. The views are absolutely breathtaking!

4. Think about home: Why did you leave home? Africa is so far from home. You miss home. Nothing is familiar here. Your home is literally continents away. All your friends and family are back home. You don’t know anyone in South Africa. Your boss is probably worried about you. Ah shit, coming to Cape Town was a bad idea. Goddamn it.

5. Look at a rock: Sure, it’s just a rock, but’s it’s a rock in Cape Town.

I Missed You - Edmund x Reader (Pt. 1)

Characters: Reader, Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie, and Caspian

Setting: Narnia, The Golden Age/LWW and Prince Caspian.

Warnings: None.

Summary: (Requested by @greekgeek24) Edmund and (Y/N) have had a great friendship since Edmund had become King of Narnia. The problem is, they haven’t confessed their feelings for one another. But when Edmund disappears when going after the White Stag, what happens to her?



“Oh come on (Y/N), cough it up.” Edmund whined as you gripped the item in your hands tighter. It was hidden behind your back and a mischievous smile appeared on your face.

“Cough what up?” You inquired innocently.

Your best friend gave you a glare and attempted to reach out for the book behind your back, but you chuckled and maneuvered out of his way; like sword fighting.

“Oh Ed,” you sighed dramatically. “I had no clue you had a diary.”

“It’s a journal,” he retorted stubbornly.

You laughed and before Edmund knew it, you began to sprint down the halls of Cair Paravel while handling your dress carefully.

It’s been a long amount of years since you and Edmund have known each other, and since you two were children, you were the best of friends. You had almost known everything about each other. Almost.

You had this feeling at the pit of your stomach every time you caught him smiling or laughing at your jokes. You’d also feel flushed whenever you found him touching you in anyway. Even if you had fallen off a horse and he would help you up, that feeling was still present.

It was this secret you had that couldn’t possibly be told to any of Edmund’s siblings; even your closest partner in crime Lucy. You had fallen for him in absolutely every way. But he didn’t know that, nobody knew that.

You stopped sprinting and held onto the railing of the staircase for support to catch your breath. Your heart was thumping so terribly, you thought that death was close. Turning around, you saw that Edmund wasn’t there and thought you were victorious. You brought out the leather bound book and began to skim through the pages.

Maybe you would find something worthy of black-mail in here. Or maybe something about you, you thought, as a blush appeared on you cheeks.

“(Y/N)!” A sudden shout beside you made your heart pound dangerously.

You yelped as you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up.

“Edmund! Put me down!” You yelled, whacking him with the book. You couldn’t help but feel great wrapped in his arms, it was comforting and warm.

Before you knew it, Edmund had dropped you onto the couch closest couch in the study area, next to where you previously were. You saw him on his knees beside you and before you knew it, he began to tickle you mercilessly.

A series of giggles and snorts escaped your mouth as you tried to move away from Edmund’s grip, but you also didn’t want to. You didn’t have moments like these often; it was more about being proper. But obviously the both of you were sick of it.

“OKAY, OKAY!” You shouted through giggles.

Edmund paused and you opened your eyes to see him with his eyebrows raised handsomely, his golden-flecked eyes surveying your face.

“Give me the journal.” He said, almost breathless.

You sat up and Edmund was still on the floor, on his knees. You pulled out the book and saw his face light up.

“I will give you this, IF…” you began,“…you tell me the most embarrassing thing in here.”

“(Y/N)-” he tried to say but you intervened.

“And you have to swear by Aslan that it’s true.”

Edmund placed his hands on your knees and you tried to ignore the shots of energy you felt as he did so. You wanted him to hold you again, but you didn’t know if he felt the same.

“You really want to know?” He asked incredulously.

You nodded eagerly, but before he could speak, Lucy and Peter had bursted into the room shouting Edmund’s name.

“Edmund!” Lucy shrieked excitedly, before Peter told her to lower her voice.

Peter then spoke, “Sorry for interrupting, but Edmund…the White Stag. It’s here.”

Confusion overcame you as the both of you stood to stare at Edmund’s siblings. The Stag? They found it?

“What?” Edmund asked in disbelief.

“Susan’s preparing the horses now, come on we need to leave!” Lucy exclaimed impatiently.

They had been trying to locate the Stag for weeks and finally they found it. It might be a long hunt.

“Go, Ed.” You demanded. “Before it disappears.”

He looked at you apologetically and leaned in to quickly embrace you. Surprised but pleased by this movement, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. You slowly took in his scent and warmth and he let go a little too early.

“I’ll be back soon (Y/N), don’t worry.” Edmund assured.

You smiled as he took an arm around Peter’s shoulder and they cheered with Lucy sprinting ahead.

You held the leather bound journal in your hands and you promised yourself not to read it. For Edmund’s sake.

But there was a feeling lingering in your stomach when Edmund left. You decided to try and repress it but you somehow knew, you wouldn’t see Edmund again for a long, long time.


*Earth, London, one year later…*

Edmund’s P.O.V:

“You’re welcome.” Edmund grumbled, referring to the fight his brother was in just a couple of minutes ago.

“I had it sorted,” his brother replied impatiently. Edmund rolled his eyes as he watched Peter move around restlessly.

“What was it this time?” Susan asked.

“He bumped me.”

Edmund let out a light scoff.

“So you hit him?” Lucy exclaimed worriedly.

“No.” Peter claimed. “After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That’s when I hit him.”

Susan sighed and tried to reason with her brother. “Really? Is it that hard just to walk away?”

“I shouldn’t have to. I mean, don’t you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?”

Edmund intervened. “We are kids.”

“Well, I wasn’t always.” Peter stated.

Edmund closed his mouth and looked at his feet, the memories of Narnia rushing back to him. The memory of you.

“It’s been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?” Peter said almost worriedly.

The rest of the conversation filtered out of Edmund’s ears and he reminded himself of your smile. You were real.

He shouldn’t have left Narnia, or even better, he should’ve confessed that he was completely in love with you. But now you were gone. He had thought you probably forgot about him.

“Ow!” Lucy exclaimed loudly as she jumped out of her seat, dragging Edmund out of his thoughts.

“Quiet, Lu.” Susan said.

“Something pinched me!”

Peter then stood up, slightly agitated. “Stop pulling!”

“I’m not touching you!” Edmund replied. But Edmund soon felt a tug at his side, and shot up from his seat in surprise. A train suddenly sped past, the air almost knocking Edmund off of his feet.

“Look, would all of you just…” Susan began, but the look on her face told that something was touching her too. “What is that?”

“It feels like magic.” Lucy smiled hopefully.

“Quick. Everyone hold hands.”

“I’m not holding your hand!” Edmund yelled over the passing train.

Peter snatched Edmund’s wrist and the four siblings stared at the train, a feeling of hope was clawing at Edmund’s chest.

Was this it? Were they going back?

In response, Edmund saw the train station’s walls literally peel off and the signs and people around them slowly began to disintegrate. Edmund’s stomach was tugging with excitement, and a few moments later, they found themselves in a cave, overlooking a beach with a crystal-looking ocean and bright sand beneath their feet.

‘Narnia’, was Edmund’s first thought.

He promised himself, as he ran out with his brother’s and sisters to the sparkling ocean, that he would find you.

But it was only a couple of moments later when he looked up at the cliff, that this place seemed eerily familiar.

“Where do you suppose we are?” He asked his siblings quite worriedly.

“Well, where do you think?” Peter chuckled.

Edmund looked up again, squinting through the rays of sun blocking his view. “Well, I don’t remember any ruins in Narnia.”

His memory was hazy, but not too far away. It’s like there was some part of him that remembered the way the beach glistened in the sun and how the waves sounded crashing against the rocks.

“Alright,” Peter sighed. “Let’s check it out.”


His eyes were darting around from tree to tree and his gaze lingered on every piece of stone which decorated the wide area.

The top of the cliff overlooked a wonderful view of the beach and the distant islands ahead. Edmund looked at the carvings of the walls beside him and ran over them with his thumb, suddenly noticing the intricate design.

It was so familiar…

“Wonder who lived here.” Lucy stated, raising her voice slightly for the rest of her siblings to hear.

Edmund furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes noticed a torn piece of deep purple cloth caught in a nearby tree. He removed it and brought it to his nose, seeing if it smelt familiar.


Edmund’s eye also caught something glistening in Susan’s hand as she responded to Lucy, “I think we did.”

He approached his sister in order to see the shining object in her hand, and surprisingly noticed it immediately.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He informed his sister. “From my chess set.”

“Which chess set?” Peter asked.

“I didn’t exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?” Edmund retorted, taking the golden knight from Susan’s palm and admiring it.

How could a piece of his chess set be on a cliff in the middle of nowhere? The memories flooded back to him of late nights with you. Sitting on your bed in the dead of night as you argued and tried to play chess without hitting each other. It brought a smile to Edmund’s face immediately.

Lucy’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Can’t be.”

The smile wiped off of his face rapidly as he caught Lucy rush past Peter and Susan. He and his siblings eagerly followed their wild, young sister.

Edmund stopped at a clearing; well, sort of a clearing.

There were sandstones stacked over each other in several areas, and one seemingly incomplete wall. The stone floor was clearly uneven, but there was fine detail etched into the stone which was covered by moss and weeds.

Edmund walked towards his sister Lucy who was standing on a level of stone much higher than any of them were. He crouched down and picked up a decorative silver pin, suitable for a noble woman. It couldn’t be yours though, Edmund knew you hated extravagant things.

“Don’t you see?” Lucy stated.

“What?” Peter sighed as he was dragged by his sleeve to a stone pedestal.

“lmagine walls.” She looked outwards towards the ocean, her eyes gleaming with excitement yet anxiousness.

“And columns, there.” She said, also positioning Susan beside her brother. Edmund stepped off towards the side to try and catch a more vivid memory of this place.

Lucy continued, gesturing towards the sky. “And a glass roof.”

There was a moment of silence and when Edmund heard the waves crash against the cliffs and the echo of the breeze in the forest, he knew where he was. He remembered.

A sudden fist clamped over his heart, and the world suddenly began to collapse as tears formed in his eyes.

“Cair Paravel…” Peter confirmed, awe evident in his tone.

Edmund took a step back as Susan blinked unbelievably before saying, “But-what happened? Where is everyone?”

“Edmund,” Lucy muttered. “(Y/N)…”

It was now a sudden yet distant memory; your laughs and smiles, the way you would dance at balls like nobody was watching. When you would steal books from his room. Your scent, and the way you hugged him.

“She can’t be gone,” Edmund shuddered. “She can’t.”

“Ed-” Peter began, moving towards his brother, but was shoved aside as Edmund sped past.

He wiped his eyes viciously at the threatening tears.

He had to find you. He had to.

But Edmund’s sight was blurred by the tears that his eyes carried. He crashed into a large, jagged piece of stone from the ruins and collapsed to the floor; barely able to stop the tears.

He felt Lucy embrace him from behind, her own tears soaking his shirt. His eyes shrivelled and his heart clenched as he tasted hot tears on his lips.

You were gone.

REQUEST: Headcanon Dance & Punishment (Smut)

Anonymous said:Can I request MC deep cleaning the VIP Lounge with music from her phone blasting thru the Bluetooth speakers while the Bidders were supposed to be gone on business but they return early walking into her singing “Starving” by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey Feat. Zedd with her hair thrown up messy in casual clothes because it’s been a 3 day process of deep cleaning the whole VIP floor? Her Boyfriend (you can pick who goes best with the song) drags her to his room for some much needed punishment/sex?    

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Fandom: Kissed by the baddest bidders
Category: Smut
Character: Ota, Baba & Mamoru
Notes: I rarely write Ota & Baba, so here ya go, also feel like I’ve been neglecting Mamo ^3^
Instead of being specific with the lyrics and a particular bidder, I’ll let you all pick your own songs and turn this into a headcanon.

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You haven’t had a proper day off since forever, probably since you’ve met the bidders, your world become entirely different. No more regular girls night out or occasional blind dates or random one night stands. Not that you actually need any other men since you’ve got the perfect guy you’d ever dream of but you do miss clubbing, freeing your body with the music and dance all night long. Luckily, the bidders are out on business trip for the next hotel’s location. Deep cleaning alone in the enormous empty penthouse with music playing via the bluetooth speakers isn’t a bad way to spend your rare freedom.

Sweeping back and forth with the broom in your hand which you use as a mic, half dancing to the lyrics. Eyes half open while singing loudly along to the music, dragging your free hand up your body, past your breast and up to your messy bun. Pulling the hairband off slowly, letting your hair fall and shake in a matching rhythm before running your hand through it as you sways your hips.
You sing along to the dirty lyrics and skip to the armchair, imagining your man sitting upon it with his hot gaze on you. Leaning forward, you place your hands on the sides, dropping slowly to the ground before standing up seductively again with your ass high up in the air for everybody’s direct view.

The sound of giggling and clapping startle you to look over your shoulders with 5 pairs of darken eyes all widen at the sight, their gaze glue to your butt. “Oh my god!” You gasp, desperately pulling your ridiculously short shorts and covering your expose stomach. You don’t expect any company so you throw on a sexy crop tee and shorts, how terribly wrong of you!!

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Your stomach is in knots as Ota throws you into his room, “You naughty little girl.” He says darkly, you can feel his breath wash over you as he speaks. Swallowing hard, you try to get your burning flesh to cool.

“You guys are supposed to be back NEXT WEEK!” Your defense are no threat to him as he steps closer now with your chests touching each other. “You make other men want you. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you koro?” He growls.

“You know how much I hate that word and stop calling me a dog, Ota!!”
He leans forward and breaths into your ear. “You are my woman, _______. And koro should be punished for seducing other men, isn’t it right?”

You suck in a deep breath at his words and rub your thighs together under your shorts trying to get the surge of heat to disappear.
“Answer me.” He orders, his voice coarse.

“Yes.” You hate your obedience towards him, he’s your boyfriend, not your boss. “Ota, seriously it’s just an accident,” your attempt to protest only results with his mouth to your neck, sucking and leaving distinctive marks.
“You know you like it,” he hisses.

And he’s not wrong.

Moaning in response as his leg goes between your thighs and presses on your throbbing centre. Your hips grind on him but he pulls away abruptly, clearly enjoying your disappointment.


Without question you pull over your top and unbutton the shorts, he tells you to stop when you’re left in your bra and panties. “Bend over the desk,” he commands. Part of you hate yourself for falling for the guy but the rest of you don’t care, you love how rough, demanding and possessiven he is. You are his and he is yours. Plus, all you care right now is to satisfy the ache between your legs.

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This morning, with the temperature hovering around 48 degrees Fahrenheit, I threw on a sweater and my Timberlands, and took my first hike into the Cheat River Canyon (North-Central West Virginia, near Morgantown).  Although the canyon attracts daytrippers by the droves in the autumn, my favorite time to visit this remote place is in late April to early May, when the new greens in the canopy are iridescent in the soft sunlight, and every step reveals a new treasure.

From top:

1 - 2. View south from Raven Rock toward Albright.

3. View north from Raven Rock toward Morgantown.

4. Halberd-leaved yellow violet.

5. Long-spurred violet.

6. Wood anemone.

7. Trailing arbutus.

8. Downy rattlesnake plantain.

9. Eastern garter snake.

Come Back To You Part 3

Part One Part Two

Warnings: two swear words?

Daryl’s arms had long since lost the feeling of the heavy weight of the crossbow that sat patiently in his grip. He’d been tracking the deer for a while now. It was barely light, but he couldn’t sleep, and had stumbled upon the fresh tracks of what appeared to be a nice sized doe. And a catch like that was rare if not unheard of in the current state of the world. 

He’d woken up well before the sun, crushing his pillow in a tight embrace before realizing that it was’t you in his grasp. He was letting himself slip again; days went by when he couldn’t remember what color your eyes were. The other days were worse. He’d wake up expecting you to be there; hunt, thinking you were by his side. Call out your name into the emptiness; try to hold your hand and only grasp at air.
Today was one of those days.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts of his long dead fiancee. Recently the doubt of your survival that surrounded his mind had won over the impulsive side that always swore you were there, just over that hill and he’d find you. Truth is, he’d stopped looking for you.
Times like these, however, were when he really started slipping.
He breathed out, looking down his crossbow at the doe that stood eating in the clearing. He just had to clear a few trees and his shot would be perfectly lined up with the doe’s beautifully brown eyes.
Your eyes.
He quickly shook his head, before carefully making his way closer. It was then that he saw the stag, standing protectively by his mate as she ate the grass beneath them.
A small smile lit up his face, before he turned around to tell you to look at em’! Just a happy family but you weren’t there.
He threw down his crossbow, scaring the deer off. They leapt away as he cursed, slamming the palm of is hand into a nearby tree. His left hand soon followed, trying in vain to cause anything to feel the same pain he was feeling then. He wasn’t crying, no, he’d never done that over you. You were strong, and he knew you wouldn’t want him to cry over you. He was saving those tears until he knew without a doubt that you were dead.
He slid down the trunk of that tree, his back catching painfully on the knotted bark. He placed his head in his hands, mumbling to himself about getting a grip.
He tuned his head skyward, running a hand through his dirty hair. It was long, now, after not having it cut in a while. You preferred it short, he knew that well. He thought if he’d be the opposite now as he was when you were with him, then maybe… Maybe he’d forget.
So he tried to. In that moment, he shook his head, retrieved his crossbow, and stood up, straightening his shoulders.
Rick had lost his wife, too. So he could be a strong as Rick, right?
The prison was empty. It had people in it, yes, and it was not quiet with the walkers constantly trying to get in, but it was empty.
Rick was up, his eyes red and his posture hunched over the metal table as he unenthusiastically pushed the scrambled egg on his plate to the side with his fork. Daryl sat down opposite him, roughly slamming his plate down and setting his crossbow down beside it. Rick raised his eyes to glance up at Daryl as he sat down, but didn’t make a sound.
The two sat silently, the air begging for a conversation but not receiving one as the two men ate their breakfast. Daryl was done first, having actually eaten his food instead of playing with it. As he was standing to leave, Rick broke the silence.
“Daryl,” he began slowly, “how do you manage?”
Daryl sat back down hesitantly, confused.
“Manage what?” He asked.
Rick looked up at him, then, his eyes glazed over as if he would cry if he hadn’t already done so already so much that he could no longer.
“How do you manage to live when you’re lost your world?” Rick asked, his eyes diverting back to the suddenly interesting eggs on his plate.
“Same way everybody does. We all lost everythin’ when the world went to shit.”
“No. No! How do you cope when the person you love most is dead?”
Daryl took in a shaky breath.
“I follow by example. Losin’ my fiancee was th’ same as you losin’ Lori.”
Rick shook his head, shakily running his hands though his hair.
“What was her name?” Rick looked at Daryl, who then couldn’t maintain eye contact. He opened his mouth, to say her name, before closing it again.
“Beautiful name,” Rick said, his eyes dropping back to his plate.
“Beautiful girl.” Daryl shot back, his voice nearly cracking.
After a moment, Rick whispered,
“Do you see her, sometimes?”
Daryl thought about it.
“No. Not when I’m awake. I think she’s there, though. Sometimes I find myself calling’ to ‘er, holding’ ‘er.”
Rick nodded.
Daryl stood up, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.
“You haven’t lost everything, Rick. Neither have I. We still got family.” Daryl gestured around him.
“You still got us.”
It had been a few day since his talk with Rick. Neither of them had spoken since, but a sort of tense understanding had fallen into the air around them.
Daryl was in the watch tower. he didn’t actually have watch duty, since Maggie was opposite him in another tower watching over the grounds. He just didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t sleep well that night, dreaming of you. Of how he’d left that day on a hunting trip with Merle. He should never have left your side. He should never have walked out that door. He should have stayed in your warm embrace, smiling agains your lips and pulling you into him.
He pushed a shaky hand through his hair. You had been on his mind a dangerous amount recently. Maybe it was because of Judith  being around much more. Maybe the thought of family had been surrounding Daryl’s cold heart so much and he’d only ever thought of starting a family with you.
But he had a job to do, and having a family or seeing his fiancee again wasn’t likely.
So he stood, crossbow in hand, staring into the sunrise and dreaming of holding your hand.
It was the middle of the morning when Daryl heard the soft growl of a car approaching. It was Rick’s car, bouncing along the gravel road. Daryl was quick to descend from the watch tower, eager to see what they’d brought back from their trip.
“Daryl!” Rick called, causing Daryl to feel unnaturally frustrated, for a reason unknown to him. When he heard Rick’s voice, he’d think of the conversation they’d had, and then he’d think of you again.
“Get Hershel!” Rick called again.
Daryl sent a haphazard look over at Rick and Glenn before deciding that they weren’t in need of immediate medical attention.
“Get him yourself!” He called back angrily.
“I ain’t your slave.”
“Daryl! We need Hershel now!” There was a new sense of urgency in Rick’s voice, as if he was desperately attempting to get the message through Daryl’s thick skull.
Daryl rounded the base of the watch tower, his eye catching on Glenn, who was unloading something from the back seats.
“Why?” Daryl began, “I don’t see why-“
He was cut off by another figure draped over Glenn’s shoulder.
He raised his crossbow defensively.
“Who the fuck is that?”
You raised your head, your eyes wide at the sound of his voice.
As soon as your eyes met his, any angry curse that was about to be yelled from his mouth died. His arms faltered, and his crossbow began to droop, before it crashed down into the dirt beside his shoes.
Your arm dropped from around Glenn’s shoulders. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
He looked you over. Your hair was shorter than he remembered, cut sloppily and longer on one side that the other. You were covered in dirt and blood and sweat and you were leaning all your weight on one leg but it was you.
A whisper came from his mouth. It was sharp and short and soft but you heard it carried on the wind like a sweet lullaby.
Rick looked between you and Daryl, before grabbing Glenn’s arm and pulling him away.
Daryl started walking towards you. It wasn’t a desperate sprint, nor a sort of magical moment that you’d seen in romance movies. He sort of stalked towards you, not being able to walk entirely straight, at an all too slow pace. When he was a few feet in front of you, he stopped.
Neither of you said anything. You looked him up and down, and he did the same to you.
His hair was long, and his eyes screamed of exhaustion, and he was still wearing that goddamned angel winged vest. You smiled, reaching out to touch the worn leather. You remember getting that for him on his birthday, as a sort of joke that you half meant. He’d loved it, unexpectedly.
And then you were in his arms. Your injured calf couldn’t support your weight so he supported it for you, letting you collapse against him. He held you in a tight embrace, his head nuzzled into your neck and yours into his. He smelled like sweat and blood and dirt but something inherently him and oh god you missed it.
The two of you sunk down onto the dirt, you half on top of him and half dragging behind into a mess of limbs and leather.
You could feel him shaking beneath you. Your shoulder was wet; he was finally crying over you.
“You came back,” he whispered, rocking you back and forth.
“You came back,” he whispered again, pulling away to look into your eyes.
You smiled a soft, tired. pained smile.
With a shaky hand, you pulled a delicate chain from around your neck under your shirt into view. On it, the simple, silver ring he’d given you along with his life swung back and forth slowly.
“Yeah,” you whispered, “You’ve still got a promise to keep.“

Sign of The Times Review

Okay, so, here it is. My academic writing is really different from what you’re used to reading from me, but I’m interested to see what y’all think. The assignment was an opinion based column, so, that being said- it’s really honest. x 

Styles: Sign of a Solo Artist

Two days have passed since his debut as a solo artist, and Harry Styles has broken records. 19 minutes after it’s 8am release time, “Sign of The Times” reached the number one spot on iTunes, and effectively beat Adele’s “Hello” for the fastest song to reach the top of the charts. The single is now number one in 119 countries, the audio video on Youtube has 10 million views, and numerous music critics and magazines have given the single raving reviews. It’s safe to say that Styles’ work has the world awestruck, yet again.

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anonymous asked:

Scenario with Teba, Revali, Sidon and Link where their tiny hylian s/o gets on top of a stone to get a better view but the rock begins to shake which is revealed to be a giant Talus monster and now the smol s/o is holding onto dear life while the giant Talus walks aimlessly around. As terrifying as this is it's quite a funny view seeing the tiny s/o yelling from a distance why do these things happen. Thank you! :)


How do they keep doing this? First the cuccos, now this?!


“Get ready to jump!”



This is going to be one heck of a story to tell later to the other warriors. 




“Yea, yea, just hang on!”

“No shit!”


Sidon, you can put me down now, I’m not going to break.”

“You touched a chicken and summoned a swarm, and then you touched a rock and it turned into a monster. For the sake of the Domain, I can’t let you touch the water, not with those chances.”



With incredible speed, only capable by someone who’s been there, he climbed the hill and glided to the monster’s head, hanging onto dear life.

“Link! Thank goodness!” He nodded at them, a smile on his face. They were safe. “Any idea on how to get down?”


“Damn it Link.”


Request: #2 with BamBam.♥️

2) “Okay…so like…there’s only a 30% chance that we’ll die.”

Member: Got7′s BamBam x Y/N

Type: Fluff

You looked over fondly to the group of musicians idling around the set. It was a warm day, the sun’s merciless rays beating down on anyone in it’s path. You sighed as you held to the side of the canopy your fellow staff were trying to set up, refocusing on the struggling man before you.

“Aish, I just can’t get it to click,” the manager grumbled, pushing at the canopy arm again. 

“Aigoo, move!” you chuckled, bumping into his hip with yours. In a few breaths, you clicked the arm of the tent into place and stood back triumphantly. 

“You’re just used to setting this stuff up, I’ve never done it before,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. 

“Yes, as a makeup artist, I have such impressive experience with setting up canopies,” you giggled sarcastically, nodding as another staff member passed a bottle of water toward you. The manager rolled his eyes before shuffling off across the dusty field, finding one of the Got7 boys to pick on instead of you. 

You smiled to yourself as you looked down at your bottle. You loved your job, but you loved the people you worked with even more. JYP artists weren’t lying when they constantly referenced the “JYP Family.” It really was a family atmosphere, and even though more than half of you weren’t idols, you treated each other equally. 

Your hands slid along the cap of the water in your hands and you grumbled, unable to get a firm grip. 

“Setting up tents on your own, but unable to work a water bottle,” a familiar voice chided from behind you. You spun, instantly grinning as you saw BamBam, your favorite member of Got7, had appeared. 

And that favoritism had nothing to do with looks. 

Alright, well maybe it had a little to do with looks, but it wasn’t the sole reason. 

Ever since you had moved to Korea and managed to secure a position as a makeup artist for JYP, the maknae line of Got7 had always tried to accommodate you. You were their favorite makeup noona, constantly requesting you when they had events or personal schedules. They had a funny way of making Korea feel like home. 

Although some people may have considered it inappropriate, your relationship with BamBam had always been a bit flirtatious. The man made it through life smooth talking, so it wasn’t necessarily a surprise when he began to focus on wooing you, whether it be in person or over text. You enjoyed flirting as well, especially considering you were the older of the two and were delighted by the idea of a younger man being attracted. 

“You think you could do better?” you asked, lifting your brows and slamming the cold water against Bam’s crossed arms. 

“With these guns?” he grinned, grabbing the water bottle and flexing his free arm. He was in a regular t-shirt, sleeves ripped off, so you couldn’t help but eye his muscles as the pulsed beneath his tanned skin. 

“Alright noona,” he grumbled, twisting on the cap angrily. He furrowed his brow as the cap refused to budge. He eyed the bottle questionably for a moment before biting at the lid cautiously, attempting to turn it with the force of his teeth. 

“Ah! No, no, no!” you gasped, pulling the bottle from his hands. “They would kill me if I let you chip a tooth” 

“Who’s they?” BamBam muttered, looking up moodily from his now empty hands. 

“Your managers, your mother, your members,” you muttered, attempting to go at the water bottle again. 

“The members would laugh…and so would my mother probably,” he chuckled, taking the water back from you. He gave it another good yank and finally pulled the cap loose, nearly soaking himself in the process. 

“Thanks!” you gasped, taking it from his hands and gulping a long sip. You offered it to him afterwards, allowing him to waterfall a sip from the bottle and into his mouth. “But anyway, what do you need? Makeup touched up?” 

“What? I can’t just come over and see my favorite noona?” BamBam asked, batting his eyelashes. 

“Aish, you know I hate when you call me that. It means you want something,” you grumbled. “What is it?” 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” he continued, his voice oozing compliments. 

“Have I told you how gullible I don’t look?” you laughed. “Come on Bammie, out with it!” 

“So, you know the big rocks over there on the edge of the clearing that they didn’t want us to take pictures on because it was too unsafe well i really want someone to help me take a picture there for my Instagram and Jinyoung said it would be okay if I was with an adult, but the adult couldn’t be him, so I asked Mark hyung and Jackson hyung and Jaebum hyung and they all said no, and I don’t trust Youngjae, but I trust you and will you help me?” he breathed out quickly. You looked at him with wide eyes, attempting to process the word vomit he just projected toward you. 

“I…uh…” you stuttered, blinking rapidly. 

“You’d have to go on one of the rocks too to get the right angle and I’m thinking…okay…so like…there’s only a 30% chance that we’ll die and slip off the rocks and careen to our deaths. But at the same time, I’d be okay dying with you if I had to die with someone, you know?” he rambled, not looking up from his shoes. 

“I’m unsure if I’m the most coordinated person to take a picture of you in a dangerous situation,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Although I am flattered that you don’t hate the idea of dying with me, I’d prefer if neither of us died?” 

“Live on the edge, Y/N!” BamBam hummed, looking up. “The literal edge. Of that cliff…now come on.”

He grabbed your wrist and began tugging you past his members and toward the rocks in question. 

“Jinyoungie,” you groaned, tugging on the man’s shirt as you passed by. “I am not the designated adult. Why am I the designated adult?”

“Be safe!” Jinyoung called out, not even bothering to look up from his phone as you were pulled away from him. 

“BamBam, I swear,” you groaned, not being able to tug your hand out from his firm grasp. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed, finally reaching the rocks he wanted to climb. “It won’t be so bad. Plus, think of how pretty the view will be from up there. Granted no view could possibly be prettier than you right no-”

“Shove the sweet talk and start climbing,” you muttered, ripping your wrist from his fingers. “I can get a picture from down here.”

“No! You have to come up here!” BamBam whined. “It’s pointless if you aren’t up here with me.”

“Is your instagram really that important?” you moaned with a small stomp. 

“Well…I mean I have Snapchat too…” he mumbled. 

You winced as you looked to BamBam who was now focusing entirely on you. He reached forward and took his hand in yours and sighed. “If you’re scared, you don’t have to help me. I guess you can chaperone from the ground.” 

You sighed as well, looking from your hands intertwined and back up to his face. “I wouldn’t be a very good noona if I made you go it alone, would I?” 

“You’re a good noona anyway,” he grinned, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on your cheek before scrambling up the nearest rock. 

You grumbled to yourself as you climbed behind him, careful to watch his footsteps and follow the same path he had taken. BamBam was lanky, so his reach was fairly different from yours as you moved along, making it a bit more difficult for you to follow as fluidly as he moved. You both slipped several times, but nothing bad enough to startle you and cause you to climb back down. 

“Almost there,” BamBam groaned. “You’re doing wonderful.”

“How would you know,” you grumbled. “You’ve been in front of me this whole time.” 

“You’re right, I should have made you go up first. I would’ve had a much better view-”

“Bam!” you gasped. 

“What I meant to say was, you have a great view from there, right?” he chuckled. 

“I hate you.”

“Hate is a strong-” he began. 

“I hate the situation you put me in,” you muttered. “Admittedly, I could never hate you.” 

“Thank you,” he nodded, finally pulling himself up on the top most rock. He instantly spun, offering his hands to you so he could help you the rest of the way. 

“Nope, back to hating you again,” you groaned, allowing BamBam to pull you up. You were so winded, you plopped forward onto the flat, warm rock and attempted to catch your breath. 

“Y/N,” BamBam cooed, reaching down and tapping your shoulder impatiently. “You have to see this.”

“I have to figure out if I’m still breathing first,” you groaned. 

“You’re talking, so I assume you’re still breathing. Now stand up,” he laughed, grabbing your hand and beginning to tug. 

“Be careful! Didn’t you remember your speech from earlier? The one that involved slipping off the rocks and careening toward our deaths?” you complained. 

BamBam rolled his eyes as he readjusted his grip and helped you up more carefully. You stepped gingerly to your feet and clung to his arm as you began to look around. Realistically you were only a few yards from the ground and you could easily see the boys of Got7 ambling around across the field the rocks were on the outskirts of. You turned the opposite way to face the scenery BamBam had alluded to previously. 

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked down, noticing the deep, cavernous slope that led from the rocks and toward a quick-flowing stream. You looked further out to the patchwork fields stretching around you, different shades of green and brown filling your vision. 

“Bam…this is…breathtaking,” you whispered, unsure of where your eyes should focus first. 

You looked over to BamBam who had remained quiet since you had stood. His gaze lingered on your face, only breaking once he had realized you knew he was watching you. 

“Yeah…” he whispered, looking away and toward the view. “Breathtaking.” 

“Want me to take your picture now?” you asked slowly, trying not to let an awkward feeling fill the air. It was an odd emotion, especially when BamBam was involved. Things were never tense between the two of you, but you didn’t know how to take the new type of electricity dominating the air. 

“Nah,” he breathed, biting his lips. “I think…I think sometimes things are too beautiful to be captured in a picture…and it wouldn’t do the situation justice.”

BamBam reached up slowly, wrapping a careful arm around your shoulders before he pulled you in close. He kissed your temple lightly before chewing on his lip again. “I guess that’s why I’ve never taken a picture with you before.”

“Aigoo,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “Make the the noona climb the rock and then hit on her once she can’t escape.”

“Have you ever considered…for once, I may just be a teeny bit serious?” BamBam grumbled, rolling his eyes. 

“Never,” you smiled, knowing it would drive him nuts. This was the most genuine you had ever seen him in the entirety of your friendship. If he was legitimately trying to confess some sort of feelings toward you, you were unsure if you were ready. “I’ll race you down.” 

You sprung free from Bam’s hand still placed around you and began to scramble back down the way you had came. 

BamBam closed his eyes before letting out a loud groan. “Why do you make this so hard?”

You grinned, shooting him a wink before you climbed down and out of sight. 

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Sleep - pt 5

Originally posted by jminies

He was being silly and you smiled for him, enjoying his antics.

The scenery was nice and no one else was hiking this trail today. You snapped pictures per his request and grinned as he posed along every other weirdly shaped tree or bush.

Soon the thin waterfall was clearly audible and the narrow stream of water was within sight. You guys walked to the viewing platform and looked up at the tall phenomenon.

The mist gently touched your face. It felt good.

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