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Favorite Stiles Scenes: Season 6, Episode 10: The Reunion with Lydia

Alright, so here’s the final reunion scene Stiles had in episode 10. I really do try to keep my blog ship-free so everyone can enjoy it but I wanted to do all three reunion scenes and have a complete set. My favorite part is the hug at the end though. I love how each reunion fits with the characters’ relationship with Stiles and they all got to hug him in their own way.

The other reunions: [Scott] [Sheriff Part 1] [Sheriff Part 2]

I love the coloring in this one. Everything is visible and clear. It’s funny I’ll do these gif sets, then go back to watch the episode and forget how completely dark it is! Now I’ll do other scenes from this episode and episode 5 (and I might slide some Theo in as well!)

On The Edge With You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

My first Reid smut! Just an idea that popped in my head. PWP. Spencer Reid x Reader smut. The reader wonders just how Spencer gained his stamina in the bedroom, he shows her just how he gained that skill.

“Spencer, can I ask you something kind of,” You hesitated, “Personal?” You were both on his couch, you lying down with your feet in his lap. It was one of his rare weekends without a case or paperwork. You both opted for a quiet night in after going out to lunch.

“Sure?” He said looking up from his book, a little concerned. “We’ve been together for months Y/N, I hope you know you can ask me anything.”

“How do you last so long in bed?” You blurted out, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so accusing. It was a valid question though, just the night before you came three times before Spencer even seemed close to finishing. It got you curious, and even a little worried.

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Damen/Laurent Rec List

Because @playingfetchwithdinosaurs was finally seduced into reading this amazing series and then she came to me because she needed more. Also, coincidentally, @notagoodplace4gods finished yesterday CP, but told me only today that she was freaking out over their love and she needed more so here I am giving more to them ;)

💖: my absolutely favorite stories about those Kings

Canon AU

In the Gardens by JustDrinkTea 2,101

“I doubt your disappearance would go unnoticed,” Laurent countered, head tilting slightly. He was teasing. Damen couldn’t get enough of it.

“Is that an excuse to not go?”

“It’s a challenge.”

💖 Sent Away by Josselin [Part 1 of Sent Away] 2,504

A series of vignettes of young Laurent’s life when he is sent to be fostered in the Akielon court.

Courtship by songofthe52hertzwhale 5,425

Damen just wants to court Laurent. Nobody in Vere makes it easy for him, least of all the man he hopes to marry.

💖 Dear Aledosia, by wendlaa 12,368

“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.

Auguste chuckles. “You have a minute head start.”

Laurent ducks away.

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Spin Level, How Does It Work?

Hi guys, it’s been a long while but I’m finally back with the next part of this explanation series. This time, by popular demand and fueled by my own guilt from seriously neglecting spins in my tech posts so far, I’m going to talk about spin levels.

I have to fully disclose, up front, that this is a topic I hate with a vengeance. For reasons that will hopefully become clear to you through this post, them levels make my head spin (no pun intended), my stomach churn, and my eyes water. 

Before I start, I’d like to offer my thank to @fuckyeahdearlybeloved who provided a lot of helpful advice on decoding the ISU cipher on spins (seriously guys, next time you’re in the mood for a mind-twisting mystery novel, try reading that section of the technical handbook instead), plus plenty of moral support in the form of snarky comment about my masochist tendency. If you guys have more questions about spins I’d like to wholeheartedly recommend her ask box (which may or may not be cleared by the year 2092).  

Well, here goes nothing.

Now, spin levels range from B (no level) to 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. The building blocks of spin levels are the level features and that’s what we will be focusing on today. 1 feature = 1 level, so in order for a spin to achieve level 4, it must include at least 4 valid features. The ISU lists a total of 11 features any spin can have and an additional 2 specially for layback spins.

We will look at each of these features in detail.

Feature 1: Difficult variations

The ISU defines difficult spin variation as a movement which requires additional physical strength and flexibility, and has a material effect on the skater’s balance. If you recall from my previous post on spin explanation, there are 11 categories of these variations. 

Three for camel spin

Three for sit spin.

Three for upright spin.

The layback spin is in a category of its own (aptly named the upright layback), and all non-basic positions are grouped into the final category.

You’ll need to remember all of these categories while attempting to figure out spin levels, because each of these variations, when performed in 2 revolutions or more, will count as one level for the spin in which it’s included. However, throughout the whole program (short and long), each category can only be counted once. Say a skater has performed the half-Biellmann (that one Janny did in the first gif) in one spin, if they later perform the same variation, or any other difficult variation belonging to the same camel forward category, it will not increase the level of the second spin. On the other hand, if the skater performs any additional feature on top of the difficult variation (mainly applicable to feature 6, 9, and 10, which we will get to in a bit), that one can be credited for additional levels. 

Aside from feature 1, the rest of the features count strictly once per program. See, that is why I said these spin levels are icky. To determine the level for a step sequence or number of rotations for a jump, you only need to focus on that one element alone, however for spins you have to remember and discard those features that have been used in previous spins while counting the level for the current one. It’s like a convoluted game of bridge (I hate that card game too).

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Captive Prince Fic Rec

Love of the Second Star by SteeleStingray - This is the top of my list because if you haven’t read this fic you need to stop what you are doing right now and go read it. Akielos and Vere have an agreement that the princes spend several months in the other kingdom every other year so Laurent, Auguste, and Damen all grow up together and it is SO GOOD (COMPLETED)

One the Other by Ruby_Wednesday - This is a long fic (38 chapters) where Laurent is taken as a ward of Akielos at Marlas and he grows up with Damen. It is also absolutely fantastic (COMPLETED)

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you by ambrotterswriting (Ambros) - This is an Olympics AU that is so cute and great I highly recommend it (COMPLETED)

Trust Falls by ChristyCorr - I’ll just leave the summary here: Damen’s made some questionable life decisions before, but subbing for the co-worker he hates the most might just take the cake. Damn, Nikandros is going to kill him. It’s a BDSM fic that’s really more about the relationship between the two of them than the porn. I would read a whole novel about this world, but sadly it’s a one-shot. (COMPLETED)

A Perfect Commotion  by Ruby_Wednesday - In this fic, Laurent is a lawyer who desperately needs this job because he had to take time off for (so far vaguely mentioned) mental health issues and he lies! and says he took time off to take of his kid! that he doesn’t have! ENTER DAMEN who has a blonde kid and we can all see where this is going. (WIP)

building empires by dawnstruck - Summary: “Marriage,” Prince Auguste bursts out and everyone stares.
“A marriage between our royal families,” he clarifies, visibly clearing his throat and his head before he continues, “To symbolize the pact between our kingdoms, for generations to come. Not foes, not friends, but family.”
Arranged Marriage AU that’s a bit more complicated than that and features poetry! (WIP)

The Veretian Flytrap by Just_Another_Day - THIS FIC! Honestly, this fic and Love of the Second Star made me want to write this list. It’s A/B/O and the slowest fucking burn, enemies to friends to lovers, like this fic is LIT (WIP)

Okay, that’s all I got right now, obviously this is by no means a comprehensive list, but it includes some of my favorites and the two fics I think everyone should read (one if you really hate A/B/O). Let me know what you think!

platonic? | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by mallverine

prompt: 7-“you make a good pillow” & 22-“you’re the only one I can trust”

you knock nervously on the front door of the andrews house, jughead had asked you to come over for a movie night and you weren’t sure to take it as a date or a purely platonic hangout.

sure you and jughead were close, but so was betty. the three of you worked long after school hours in the blue and gold office and often afterwards jughead would take you to pops and would always try and treat you but you always happily got the check.

the poor boy was homeless for god sakes, the least i could do was pay for some burgers and fries. you find yourself fiddling with your fingers when the door swings opening revealing one red headed archie andrews

“hey arch” you chirp as he greets you dragging you inside the small house, you spot archies dad in his study and you give him a curt wave “hey fred!” he gives me a small smile waving back before archie pushes me into the living room

you collide with a body and wince pulling back “my bad” you don’t even have to look up to know it was jughead, “glad you made it (y/n)” he smiles moving around you and into the kitchen

“are you blushing?!” you jump at the voices glancing to see your three friends, veronica, kevin & betty. “god you scared me!” you exclaim holding your hand on your heart

platonic hangout it was.

“did the boys not tell you?” betty asks giggling away “i didn’t really ask” i admit feeling a little stupid to think it’d just be the three of us, of course the others were going to be there.

moving toward the couch attempting to sit down in the empty spot next to veronica when your stopped “sorry im saving it for arch-he’ll be upset if he can’t sit next to me” she pouts.

a sign falls from your mouth, glancing to betty who’s curled up with kevin talking about god knows what on the other couch a space open next to her, you move toward it but betty stretches her legs out.

“oh come on!” you groan frustrated “you can sit next to your loverrrr” veronica purs dragging out the ‘r’

“he’s not my lover v!” you argue “who’s not?” eyes widening in sock as jughead walks into the room plopping himself down on the couch with a packet of raspberry twizzlers.

“no one” you mutter sighing to yourself, “(y/n) it’s your turn to pick a movie” archie announces as he moves to his seat next to veronica the raven haired girl snuggling into his chest.

“i hate choosing” you complain flicking through the movies before finally choosing one and let it play “you going to sit down or?” kevin teases.

turning to see only one vacant spot, in between the two boys themselves. swallowing your nervousness you sit yourself down between them making sure not to get too close to the brunette boy.

he laughs to himself and extends the candy out to you, taking a few from the bunch nibbling on them “what’d you choose?” jughead asks stuffing his mouth with candy.

“the day after tomorrow- it’s one of my favourites” i catch jughead smiling at me in the corner of my eye, “what?” i question giggling.

“nothing” he replies nestling into the couch as the movie begins, i notice veronica exchanges words with archie as he slowly moves closer to me, almost as if he was trying to push me toward jughead, 

oh my god what a little shit.

“stop wiggling for the love of god andrews!” i complain resting my head against the back of the couch

“your hogging the couch!” he exclaims making us at the raven haired go “could you maybe move over?” veronica asks batting her eyelashes at me

“i won’t bite i promise” jughead whispers to me, a chill running down my spine, i move closer to the boy our legs brushing each other’s.

i feel tense, not paying any attention to the movie and only to the contact between the raven haired boy & i. a few minutes pass before i notice jughead moving his arm behind me, subtle.

i suck in a breathe as he drapes his arm around my shoulder pulling me slightly into him “your so tense” he whispers chuckling, making sure that no one else could hear our conversation.

“im a little nervous” i reply, swallowing my fear and focusing to hard on the tv infront of us. “c'mere” he mumbles pulling my into his body my head on his chest

“you make a good pillow” i utter feeling his chest shake underneath me “you make a good blanket" he whisper back tightening his grip around me.

i could barley focus on what was happening in the movie, my whole body was on fire from the boys touch and i didn’t know how much longer i could sit still for until the others start moving off the couch.

i notice that the movies finished and move away from jughead stretching out my limbs letting out a slight yawn as everyone started to head home

“well i better head off” betty announces kevin standing with her “yeah sounds like a plan- arch could you take me home” the raven haired girl purs placing a hand on his chest.

“sure- (y/n) your staying for another movie right?” i shrug my shoulders “i guess i could stick around for another one” he smiles and grabs his keys whispering something to the raven haired boy before exiting the house.

leaving you and jughead alone, “what should we watch?” he hums flicking through netflix and he finds his spot next to me, a wav of confidence washes over me as i lay myself down my head snuggled into his chest.

he tenses at the touch then relaxes under my touch, his heart hammering in his chest “anything i don’t mind” i mumble moving myself around to get comfortable

he’s arm slips from the couch to my waist drawing small shapes in a calming manner, he mumbles something under his breathe as he aimlessly flicks through the movie selection.

you moved off his chest sitting up, “jug” you sigh gaining his undivided attention “are we platonic” you blurt looking him in the eyes.

his adams apple bobs as he swallows “do you want to be?” he asks worry evident in his eyes “no” you whisper back lowly

“good” he leans forward and presses his lips to yours in a sweet tender embrace, you kiss back your hands finding the back of his neck and his found your waist

you were tugged onto his lap, grinding softly into his hips and you continue to make out on the andrews couch. you break apart grinning from ear to ear “baby” he mumbles stopping your hips from the torture

“juggie” i sing song as we rejoin our lips once more turning into a heated make out session until the sound of clapping springs us apart

jughead bolts up letting me slip from his grasp landing flat on my ass. i wince and cuss as archie makes himself visible a smirk clear on his face

jughead rushes toward me offering me a hand up “oh my good (y/n) im so sorry” i stick my hand up shaking my head getting myself off the ground rubbing my hand over my tender ass cheeks.

“smooth” archie chuckles and i turn glaring at him “it’s your fault” i whine crossing my arms across my chest.

he backs away slowly and disappears up the stairs “ow” i complain feeling a hot breathe against my neck “jug” i complain as he places a kiss on my neck

“let me make it up to you” he begs continuing to kiss your neck tenderly earning quite whimpers from your lips “fine” you mutter turning to face him as he plants his lips on yours

and let’s just say, he sure did make it up to you.

body language analysis series;

(1/7) Jeon Jeongguk ;

The way he carries himself; with Jeongguk in particular there’s a big difference between the him off today (YNWA era) and let’s say, Debut era, because he was just lil baby back then. So, he hadn’t yet developed his personality quite as strongly, he was still growing into himself quite a bit.

Jeongguk’s current day body language is the only thing I’ll be addressing because it’s the most relevant and actuate of his adult/developed personality.

Anyways, Jeongguk’s body language is CRISP, oh boy he’s super duper easy to read. This is pretty heavily due to the fact that he’s a physical person in general, less verbal, he tends to rely on physical intent and expressions to communicate his thoughts and feelings. So when/what he’s feeling, it tends to light up like Christmas lights, even if he isn’t saying how he’s feeling verbally, it reflects so super clearly.

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HARDKNOTT PASS, LAKE DISTRICT, ENGLAND - photography: James Green - text: Julia LaPalme - Motorcyclist May / June 2017

  • “Snaking its way through the verdant hills of Lake District National Park between Eskdale and the Duddon Valley, Hardknott Pass is a favorite of motorcyclist, sports-car drivers, and cyclists in and around Cumbria, England. Hardknott owes its exciting course to the Romans, who first paved this route in AD 110. Looking west from the summit at over 1,200 feet, the Isle of Man is visible on clear days. Sections of the road have a 33-percent grade, making Hardknott one of the two steepest roads in England. As the summer months are the busiest, early morning or late evening are the best times to ride this challenging strip of tarmac.”
Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

This is part one of a two part story in which Harry wants to use the Hendall ship to be in the news more. His girlfriend isn’t too fond of that idea though.  I hope you’ll like this story. According to Wattpad, it’ll take about 5 minutes to read. Also, I’m using Kendall’s name because of her relationship to Harry. I don’t have anything against her personally. 

Coming home to him was what I thought about the minute I shut the door behind me when I left in the morning. He would be asleep, now that he got to stay home more and I’d have to leave him behind with his cheeks flushed and his plumb lips slightly open as he snore quietly. The urge to kiss him would sometimes overwhelm me and I’d steal a small peck. When I came home he always told me that he loved the gentle kisses I gave in the morning. That it gave him a sense of what we were, each other’s.

And it was because of this that I would never have imagined what tumbled from his lips that night. I was absorbed into a different world when Harry sat down by my side and carefully pulled my book from my grasp, trying to make me give him my full attention.

“We need to talk about something. S'important, love.”

His words worried me at first, but I relaxed when he smiled warmly. I scooted back on the bed to make more space for him and sat into a cross-legged position.

“What is it?”

Harry cleared his throat and pushed some of his hair back that had fallen into his face. I resisted to grin, admiring how handsome and genuinely beautiful he was. I loved the way his green eyes sparkled in contrast to his black shirt and how soft the skin of his neck looked. The pink of his lips.

“Remember how I told you that I would be meeting with Jeff today to discuss some ideas he had?”

I nodded, recalling it to have been a few nights ago when we were cuddled up in bed.

“Did it go well?”

“Yeah. He’s got some pretty cool ideas for what the guys and me should do for our comeback. We really need to get right back into business, you know?”

“You will,” I said confidently. “You’re adored so deeply as well as widely.”

“I sure hope so,” he chuckled. “But there is this one thing Jeff proposed I should do. He said it’d be in order for people to not forget about me. And you won’t be too fond of it, but I must remind you that it would be really good for me.”

When the only answer he got was a frown he continued, his fingers twitching nervously in his lap.

“Y/N, there have been a lot of pictures of us together lately. In a restaurant, you and me grocery shopping, entering this house.”

“None of them are displays of affection. They’re no prove that we’re dating,” I interrupted quietly.

We had agreed to keep our relationship as private as we possibly could. Only immediate family and friends knew. And Harry’s management of course. Naturally, we did spend time together outside our apartment and of course paps occasionally snapped pictures of us, but with neither of us commenting on them, there wasn’t much of a story for anyone to tell.

“I know that,” Harry agreed, “but Jeff says that he gets questions about us every day. He’s worried for our relationship and how I’m gonna be treated by the public once I’ll get back into the spotlight.”

“So you mean he’s worried for your image.”

Harry hesitated before muttering: “He doesn’t want every question in the interviews we’ll give to be one that I can’t answer honestly.”

“I understand that,” I assured him, lacing my fingers with his gently, “but I’m already worried about Jeff’s proposition.”

A small smile danced on his lips when I caressed his cross tattoo on the back of his hand.

“It isn’t that bad,” Harry mumbled, though he avoided meeting my eyes. He took a deep breath. “Jeff wants me to kiss Kendall and have some paps photograph it.”

His tone was slightly higher than usual and I was hoping that he was joking.

“I’m sorry?”

My voice stayed surprisingly calm for someone who’d just been told that her boyfriend was to make out with one of his ex girlfriends. I knew that he was still on good terms with her and that they occasionally met up when he went to LA, but he always assured that their friendship was solely platonic. And now they were to change that for it to be her in the pictures and not me?

“Magazines would talk about it for a while and it’d allow rumors about us to calm down again. He’s throwing a party next weekend and thinks it would be the perfect place.”

“I know he is,” I said dubiously and pulled my hand from his grasp. “You invited me to go with you, remember? Are you just gonna take Kendall instead while I’m to stay home and act the good girl?”

“Actually,” Harry began but trailed off when he finally met my eyes.

“What?” I growled.

He took a deep breath. “Jeff says it’d be ideal for you to be there as well. Just to make it more believable. I would leave with Kendall n'maybe give the paps some PDA while you leave shortly after. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter really so you can choose. ”

“Oh jeez, thanks, Harry.”

I let out a harsh breath and shot off the bed. Harry watched as I stomped over to the window, putting space between us.


“What happens if I say no?” I asked, finally my voice reflected my emotions by trembling.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. “S'not really an option. Kendall already said she’d be fine with it.”

“Of course she is.”

He dropped his head and pushed himself off the bed as well.

“Look, it’s only half as bad as you think it is right now. It will all be a show to please everyone and that’s it. You n'me are still together aft-”

“Are we?” I shrieked.

My fingers shook heavily, my vision was blurred as my eyes drowned with tears and Harry watched me with an almost frightened expression on his face. I felt like laughing at him. He had obviously expected this to go much different. Easier I supposed. With less resistance and more understanding on my part. But how could I? It felt like he was willingly replacing me with her.

“I mean,” I began and backed off when he moved closer to me, “Jeff knows right? And you know that you’re my boyfriend, right? Not hers. And that I am your girlfriend, not her. That it’s me who’s coming home to you, not-”

“It’s not about her, Y/N!” he interrupted, his voice resounding from the walls. “I know that I’m with you-”

“Then why can’t I be the only one who kisses you?” I yelled and forcefully pushed away his outstretched hands when he reached for me.

I stepped further back and held up my own hand, signaling him not to come any closer.  

“I can’t understand how you could possibly think that I would agree to this. Why would I?”

Harry turned away and pulled at his hair in frustration. “I thought you cared about me doing well in my career, that’s why.”

“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me,” I said, the tears falling rapidly. “You’re my best friend and I love you. Of course I want you to do well.”

His green eyes sparkled with sympathy when he turned to look at me as my fingers hastily brushed the water from beneath my eyes. Guilt crossed his features.

“It’s not fair of you to try and bribe me,” I mumbled.

He stayed silent and the only noise remaining was my heavy breathing mixed with the faint sound of traffic outside. When he spoke his voice was quiet and careful.

“I can ask Jeff if you being there is really necessary,” he tried to soothe me.

“That’s not the point, Harry.”

He shook his head and let himself fall back down on the mattress with a groan, hiding his face behind his palms. I wrapped my arms around my middle and stared at him wordlessly. When he removed his hands again he spoke with finality in his voice.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Truly. But this is going to happen. I understand why you’re not thrilled. M'sorry about that. But you’re making this a bigger deal than it has to be and I’m sure that if you’d just went along with it, you’d see that it’s the best solution for our problem.”

The compassion hadn’t quite left his eyes, but he looked at me like the discussion we were having was  over. Like it was him who had ultimately the last say in this. I raised my eyebrows. My bottom lip quivered when I spoke.

“Then it’s going to happen without me.”

“That can be arranged. M'sure Jeff’ll understand that you don’t want to be there when-”

“No”, I interrupted quietly. “I mean, then it will happen completely without me.”

Harry tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked so lovely. Even with his forehead glistening and his curls a mess on top of his head from being pushed back roughly repeatedly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to continue.

“Either you stay with me and don’t do this, or you kiss her, but then you and I are over.”  

His mouth dropped open and he got back to his feet. I was glad when he didn’t try to move closer again.

“You’d break up with me?”

My heart hurt at how soft and vulnerable his voice sounded. The green eyes filled with disappointment as his jaw tensed and the vain in his neck got more visible. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t want to be with you when I’m not good enough for your standards.”

“Who said anything of that?” Harry asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“You did when you said kissing Kendall would be good for you and the solution for our problem!” I shouted, emphasizing the last word.

I forced myself not to back away again. Fighting with Harry felt awful and wrong. Our relationship was always one of loving words, not arguments. He always playfully said that he was more of a lover than a fighter anyway.

“I get it, okay? Having pictures of you and a hot model cruising through the internet is way better than pictures of us.”

“Y/N”, Harry tried, but there was nothing for him to say. He had already said enough.

“I feel like you’re asking if it’s okay for you to cheat on me and it’s not.”

“It’d be for my fucking job, Y/N!”

“It says nowhere in your contract that you have to make out with a model to hide your relationship, Harry! This is just a stupid idea from your manager to hide your problem, as you put it, and for some reason you find it a brilliant one! Your career wouldn’t suffer if you’d refuse this proposition.”

Harry looked at me like he couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“You’re just being difficult. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant. It’s just a fucking kiss for god’s sake.”

And with that, we walked out on me, leaving me by the window with tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn’t even look back. I jumped when the sound of our front door shutting echoed. Not quite believing he just left I let out a broken hiss and angrily brushed the rest of my tears away. My feet carried me to our wardrobe where I stood onto my tiptoes to reach my duffle bag. I felt my heart break into pieces but I knew that I was doing what was right. I loved Harry. I truly did. But if he couldn’t see that he was mine as much as I was his, then this relationship wasn’t a healthy one. His words kept replaying in my head. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant.

“Like hell I won’t.”

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The sun hid behind heavy grey clouds as the trees marking the way swung back and forth with the wind. I shuddered. It felt as if the London air refused to stay warm for even one minute longer after sunset. My fingers pulled at the sleeves of my shirt and it only now occurred to me how long I must’ve stayed out. When I left Y/N standing in our bedroom the thin material had been more than enough to keep me comfortable. I scratched the back of my neck, guilt spreading from the pit of my stomach up to my throat. The keys between my fingers shook heavily as I noticed the lack of light in the house in front of me.

By coincident my former schoolfriend John had come to the city and after leaving Y/N to cool off I decided to pay him a visit. He hadn’t met Y/N and I wondered if it was smart to go to him after an argument with her. Usually the person I talked to was Gemma, though it wasn’t like Y/N and I fought often, on the contrary. She was always understanding, loving and too kind for the world. This had been the first time where she hadn’t supported one of my decisions, even when she disagreed, she at least supported me. How she couldn’t see that me getting associated with Kendall Jenner was a good thing, was beyond me. Of course I understood jealousy. God knows I felt it often enough, but this wasn’t about being unfaithful to her, it was about promoting myself. Furthermore, a happy management meant more pay and more favors, like days off.

Due to John not knowing Y/N, I figured if anyone wouldn’t hesitate to call me out if I was in the wrong, it’d be him. And he was.

While yelling back and forth with her, it was a mystery to me how Y/N could possibly act the way she did. Why she refused being a help in my career, her, the person meant to always support me, even when it meant me having a meaningless make out session with Kendall. But after voicing my request a second time, the realization of how much of an asshole I’d been came crushing down onto me. Of course she couldn’t bear the thought of watching me kiss my ex girlfriend, no matter how fleeting our relationship had been. The mere thought of another man’s lips pressing against her soft ones made my insides turn. John had sighed and even admitted his surprise that she didn’t slap me. I found myself wishing she would’ve so we’d be somehow even.

“Don’t get me wrong”, John had assured, “I’ve seen Kendall and if I had the chance then I certainly wouldn’t push her out of bed. Tell you what, there’s hardly anything I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around-”

“What’s your point?”

John had barked a laugh and reached out to clap my shoulder. “Your girl, Y/N, only has to cross your mind and your whole face lights up. I’d say you’re pretty whipped.”

I cleared my throat, nodding at his statement. I truly hadn’t ever been as in love with someone as I was now. Maybe that was somehow an explanation to why I sometimes struggled to

“I know you have to stay popular and all”, John had spoken gently, squeezing my arm, “but is it worth losing the girl who has you completely smitten with her and is just as utterly smitten with you?”

No. The word I spoke before practically running out of John’s hotel room and the word echoing in my head now as the fear crept up my chest. Our home looked so empty. My stomach felt as if in knots when I discovered that our front door was locked. It seemed odd, since Y/N wouldn’t have left our home without securing it, I’d reminded her of that often enough. There were no lights on, and even when she slept she normally left at least one lamp alight. But she couldn’t have left me this fast, right?

After not spotting her in our living room against my predictions, I quietly made my way to the stairs. I skipped the last few as I hurried up into our bedroom where I had left her. But this room, too, was empty. Instead, on the very bed Y/N and I had spend a night filled with kisses and whispered promises less than 24 hours ago, were our sheets in a heap and the shirt and shorts of mine she had been wearing today. My heart stopped and salty water shot to my eyes, drowning them instantly. She really was gone.

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  • what i say: i'm fine
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Summary: In 2008, Dean takes over his late grandfather’s tailor shop in Normal, Illinois, and discovers an old leather flight jacket in the attic. A hand-painted set of wings on the back, the name Novak, and a three-quarters sewn circle of red cotton are the only clues he has to the jacket’s origins, and he enlists his historian brother to help him find the owner.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to trace the jacket to Lieutenant Castiel Novak–a pilot who lived in Dean’s apartment until his mysterious disappearance a few years after WWII–and what little information they find about him is fascinating. The guy was a stone cold badass. A stone cold fox, too, if the grainy old newspaper photo is anything to go by.

It’s to be expected that Dean idly wishes he could have known the man as he closes the annoyingly unfinished circle of thread on the jacket.

Less expected, however, is that wish coming true. 

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Months in Finnish🌙

Originally posted by nateslife99

One interesting thing about Finnish is the names of the months. Contrary to almost any other European language they are not related to the old Roman calendar, but instead use old terms, describing the farming year in Finland.

❄️ Tammikuu (Core Moon) - January: Tammi means oak, but in some dialects also means heart or core, which is the root of this name. This is the middle – or core – of winter in Finland.

🌨 Helmikuu (Pearl Moon) - February: Helmi means pearl, and the name comes from icy pearls frozen to twigs and branches you can often see glinting in the sunlight in this month.

🌅 Maaliskuu (Ground Moon) - March: Maa is the ground, maallinen means earthy. This is the month where normally snow melts for the first time, and the bare ground with no vegetation on it yet is visible.

🔥 Huhtikuu (Clearing Moon) - April: Huhta is cleared woodland. In this month, woodland was burned and cleared to make space for new fields.

🌱 Toukokuu (Planting Moon) - May: Touko is the seed and planting time, which obviously happens in May.

🌷 Kesäkuu (Summer Moon) - June: Kesä means summer, June is the first month of summer in Finland, and also the midsummer month. Therefore, it is more likely, that this name comes from “kesanto”, which is fallow ground. In June, fallow fields are ploughed for the first time.

🌾 Heinäkuu (Hay Moon) - July: Heinä is hay, and July is the month when the hay is cut and brought in.

🍎 Elokuu (Harvest Moon) - August: Elo means life, but is also an old word for crop, and this is the harvest month.

🍁 Syyskuu (Autumn Moon) - September: Syys is a poetic word for autumn, and this is the first month of autumn.

🌧 Lokakuu (Mud Moon) - October: Loka means mud – in October it rains and snows a lot, creating muddy ground.

💀 Marraskuu (Death Moon) - November: Marras is an archaic word for dead (we can even find a connection to Latin here: mors!) or the soul of a dead person. Obviously, nothing grows in November, the trees are bare, plants have died down.

🎄 Joulukuu (Yule Moon) - December: Joulu now is Christmas, but goes back much further than that, to the pre-Christian Yule feast. In Finland, the feast was not renamed to a more “Christian” sounding name, but instead one feast has just replaced the other without a name change.

A Legend, A Lie

Summary: One night while everyone is gathered around the campfire, one of the Lost Boys recites an old (and seemingly fake) myth about what happens when two people kiss under a new moon in Neverland. You don’t believe a word of it…until someone unexpected tries to debunk the legend with you.

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You watched as the flames of the fire licked up into the bitingly cold air. You wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling your knees closer to your chest.

All of you sat around the fire, trying to distract yourselves from the freezing temperature around you and instead taking turns telling stories.

The Lost Boys told tales of (alleged) encounters they’d had with big bad wolves and little boys who were actually made of wood. Peter rolled his eyes at their stories, but watched on from a distance with faint amusement as he sharpened one of spears.

One of the Lost Boys looked up at the night sky, squinting his eyes. Slowly, he spoke up, “H-hey, guys, what kind of moon was it last night?”

One boy said, “It was a waxing crescent!”

Another called out, “No, you idiot, it was a waning crescent!”

The boy to the left of you let out a laugh. “Really? Well, now that we finally have Y/N here, maybe somebody will get some action.”

Peter stopped sharpening his spear.

“What?” Your eyes widened, giving questioning looks to the boy to your right. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”

Some of the boys cackled, while others just shook their head.

Finally, the boy who’d first stared up at the sky answered, “You see, it’s kind of this old legend…”

“A fake legend!” A boy shouted out.

“No it’s not!” Another one argued.

“What kind of legend?” You asked, feeling slightly uneasy.

This resulted in another round of laughing, and you rolled your eyes, your unease turning to flat out irritation.

“It’s dumb, Y/N.” The boy to the right of you spoke up. “But…some of the boys who were here before us told us about it, and they said that it’d been a thing ever since they first came to Neverland.”

What is a thing?” You cried out, annoyed with the all the preambling.

“The myth goes that if a boy and a girl kiss under a new moon in Neverland, something crazy will happen in the sky!” Another boy finished.

You let out a breath, simultaneously pissed off and relieved that it was just something stupid. “Yeah, okay. So some of the goons before you guys got bored and made up some heteronormative lie to keep themselves preoccupied. What exactly does that have to do with me?”

You hadn’t realized that Peter had moved closer to the camp fire, and when you glanced at him, you saw he had his arms crossed, a disapproving look on his face.

“Well, Y/N…” A boy across the campfire slowly said, “…It seems that you’re the first girl in a while to show up here in Neverland.”

Then, the boy wiggled his eyebrows at you, and all the boys broke into a fit of giggles once more.

That’s when the fire suddenly went out with a loud WHOOSH!, and everyone went deadly quiet.

Peter was standing up on one of the tallest rocks in the clearing, visibly agitated. “No one,” he boomed, “is going to be telling any more ridiculous stories, especially those that harass one of our own Lost Girls. Got it?”

Trembling partially from the cold and partially from fear, the Lost Boys vigorously nodded their heads. When Peter finally waved his hand dismissively, the boys quickly dispersed, sprinting back to their own tents.

This left you alone with Peter in the clearing, standing by the put out fire.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You told him, standing up and brushing some of the dirt and ash off your legs. “I know it’s just some dumb story.”

Peter chewed on his lip for a moment, watching the remaining smoke from the fire drift off into the crisp, night air. “Yeah, well…Still. You’ve been one of the most hard working people since you showed up here, and I’d hate for you to be bothered by a bunch of pubescent imbeciles.”

This made you laugh, which in turn made Peter grin. “Nah, they’re alright. After all, it’s not like they’ve been exposed to girls much, right?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, and at their rate, they never will be.”

You smiled again, and found yourself admiring the way Peter looked when he wasn’t yelling at someone. There was almost a sort of softness to his face, and even though it was nighttime and the moon was nowhere to be seen, his pale skin seemed to have a natural glow all on its own. 

You didn’t know why, but something about the moment made you have to ask:

“So, you really don’t think it’s true?”

The question almost seemed to surprise Peter, but a gleam in his eyes told you something else.

“Hmm. I guess I really don’t know.” He answered, glancing up at the stars before letting his gaze fall back on you.

“Yeah. Too bad we’ll never find out-” You began to tease, but were stopped. Because then, right then, Peter swiftly closed the distance between the two of you, cupping your face and kissing you right on the mouth.

You let out a small gasp, clearly taken aback. However, instinct set in quick, and you closed your eyes, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Almost simultaneously, the two of you pulled back. Then, immediately, you and Peter’s attention shot up towards the sky, looking up to see…

…Nothing. The moon was still absent, the stars still lazily twinkling. There were no comets, no sudden explosions, not even any debris from space hurtling back down to Earth in a ball of fire.

You looked back at Peter, your heart racing despite the troposphere still being in perfect condition.

He smiled breathlessly, biting his lip in a way that made you feel light-headed.

Pulling you in closer, he said, “I don’t know about you, but I definitely just felt something crazy happen.”

You nodded, leaning in the rest of the way. “Yeah. I guess the boys were right after all.”

cyberneticwonderer  asked:

I loved the little drabbles of the guys supporting their wives in labor. May I ask for a Genji and Zenyatta one? Separately and obviously Zenyatta's child being from a donor.


Genji was no stranger to pain, he had both inflicted it on others and had massive pain inflicted on himself, from his own brother tat that. But he absolutely hated to see others, especially those he cared about it pain. So to say he was worried over you, was the greatest understatement known to man.

“I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay….”

That was your mantra as you sat with your legs criss crossed on the floor, rocking back and forth, only pausing to give a brief whimper. Genji held your hands between his warm metal ones, his thumbs gently massaging the back of palms. You craned your head back before looking at him with a pain and exhaustion-laced smile, sighing softly and squeezing his hand tight. Just looking at him made you smile despite your exhaustion. He had most of his faceplate off; his black hair and scarred face visible, his emotions clear as day to you. He had dressed up in a comfortable pair of black sweats and a lime green t-shirt that says ‘Future Daddy’. It made you laugh anytime you saw it and you were absolutely sure that’s why he wore it; his devotion to bring light and laughter resolute.

Your eyes squeezed shut for a brief second as a small wave of pain went through you, your shoulders jumping when Genji leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. He laced his left hand with yours, his right hand lifting to comb through your sweat soaked hair. You hummed softly, releasing out a slow breath and relaxing into his touch as the latest contraction began to died down.

“You’re okay”, Genji murmured against your knuckles, lightly pecking your hand several times. His brown eyes looked into your, a comforting smile on his lips as you nodded your head to affirm his statement. You squeezed his hand back gently as he pressed a hard kiss against your knuckles once more. “Thank you dearest…”



“Would you like to move into the water, my flower?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, pressing your face back into the crux of Zenyatta’s shoulder and neck. The omnic was actually standing so that he could hold you up, his hands resting on the sides of your round stomach while your arms stayed tightly wrapped around his neck. He had been an absolute angel the entire time; he had set up the room to your liking with the lights dimmed and lavender oils burning in one corner of the room. His soft, humming words of endearment and encouragement prevented stress or fear from settling in, his gentle touches and ‘kisses’ getting you through the brunt of your contractions.

“Take a step when you are ready my flower.”

Your eyes dragged up tiredly to his as you nodded once more, signaling that you were ready to move with him. The both of you moved careful and slow, Zenyatta quietly reminding you to take a break if you needed to, that everything would work itself out and there was no need to rush. One of his arms stayed around you as he carefully assisted you with entering the tub and lowering into the warm water. You released a sigh of contentment as you felt the pain you had been feeling in the earlier contractions lessen while in the water, looking up at the former monk appreciatively. He took his hand in yours, gently patting it before pressing his forehead to yours in a show of affection.

“You are doing so well, beloved.”


Between 12:02 pm and 12:05 p.m. the powder smoke can be seen as Dylan and Eric shoot from the library windows at deputies and paramedics rescuing the wounded. I was trying to make Eric look more clear and visible, but couldn’t find Dylan. I’m suspecting the object on the left side of Eric though.

"Will you kiss me?"

Something I wanted to do for Bi-Visibility Week! 

Ohm had disconnected a good minute and a half before, Evan was keeping track.

The silence was haunting, and Evan kicked himself for what seemed to have been the eighth time since he said those damning words.

“If we make it out of here alive, will you kiss me?”

What in the name of anything, made him say that? How could he slip up so badly?

Delirious still hadn’t said a word in the minute and forty-six seconds, and Evan was pretty sure his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He thought of ways to make it seem more like a joke than it was, but he was coming up empty.

“So, you want me to kiss you now or later?”

Evan groaned loudly, despite Delirious’ teasing tone.

“Please, just please forget I said anything. It was only a joke.”

“Was it?” And was that hope in his voice?

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Can you imagine if dan and Phil willingly kissed on camera?
I think about this all the time.
Say if it was pinof for example. - “I dare you two to kiss”
And they’re like “alright” and it probably wouldn’t be like a quick peck. It’s been a long awaited moment. They talked about it. Like it’s a consensual kiss from between the two. And Phil’s hand cups Dan’s face, and their heads know where to go and they make it clear. Visible.
A Well known going-to-break-the-internet-for-days kiss.
Like what happens after that?
They don’t have to say they’re dating because chances are they won’t. They still won’t have to, it’ll just lead a whole new plethora of questions. Will they smile after it happens? Laugh? Look at the camera and say “yes that just happened” and move on?
Will the earth stop?
Would it change anything?
We’ll probably all gasp so hard our lungs will fall out of our backs.

It’s actually sad how much thought I’ve put into this I’m just gonna crawl back into my hole now.

anonymous asked:

May I request some headcanons on Bokuto, Tanaka, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Suga practicing after school and their female friend/crush calls them over for something but the boys just happen to have their jersey off for some reason and they go over to her completely forgetting they're shirtless and can't understand why she is blushing and stuttering and averting her eyes from him?


  • You couldn’t look away, not even talk. It was too much. What was he thinking? How can he be so calm?
  • He really was buff and his arms… Oh no, you could feel your face getting hotter.
  • Hiding your face with your hands, only peeking out of the gap between your fingers a little bit.
  • Bokuto was more than confused, so you decided to speak. “Bokuto-kun your s-…” you pointed at his revealed body. He couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsiness.
  • “Oh sorry (Name)-chan, I was so happy that you needed me, I forgot to put a shirt on” , the shade of your blush went darker.
  • “C-could you please put a shirt on first?” you stuttered, still embarrassed. The male took you by the hand and started running towards the changing rooms.


  • You should already be used to this, he takes his shirt off quite often and swirls it around. But this was so different, he was standing right in front of you!
  • You just stood there dumbfounded, mouth wide open. You were clearly not able to look away, no you didn’t want to.
  • “(Name)-chan? (Name)-chan!” you finally came to your senses. “Ahh, sorry Ryuu, but your shirt… you don’t have one on…” you spoke confused. 
  • The short haired glanced down to his body and then laid his eyes on you. “Oh, how could that happen?”, his expression did not change the slightest.
  • You chuckled “You are an idiot, Ryuu!”. “Hey!”, in the next moment you were caught in his arms and being tickled. 


  • “Is this in fashion now?” you laughed so hard you started to tear up. Kuroo checked his upper body, then a wide grin made it’s way on his face. 
  • “Aww, (Name)-chan I know you like it” the grin grew even wider. 
  • “Damn it, this tease” you whispered to yourself, taking the challenge. 
  • You stepped forward, trying to shrink the space between the two of you. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say I dislike it.” you locked your eyes with his. This game can be played by two, you smirked to yourself. 
  • He gasped a bit at your sudden change “(Name)-chan you are quite bold aren’t you?”. 
  • You tapped your finger at his chest, “What me? I am the most innocent person.” you tried to put up a puppy face and it worked.
  • Now it was his turn to blush. “Seriously, you are too much” he pouted and looked away. 


  • “Oh my lord. Help me. Is he tying to kill me?” The sweat ran down his perfect formed body, stopping at his abs. Was he always that muscular? Maybe it just couldn’t be seen through his shirt.
  • You stood there stiff, blushing a little bit too hard. There was no way you were able to talk. 
  • “Did you say something (Name)-san?” he was visibly puzzled. Clearing your throat, you struggled to talk, “I-I-Iwaizumi-san y-your shirt!”.
  • He turned red immediately, seeking for the right words to say. “A-Ah I didn’t mean to..”, he managed to reply. 
  • “N-No it’s okay! I was just a little… surprised.”, you laughed nervously, yet cutely.
  • He hid his blush with his hand, giggling with you. “Man, I should really try to organize my thoughts from time to time.”


  • He really looks like a angel, doesn’t he? You really are going to faint soon, aren’t you?, you thought to yourself.
  • “Umm, (Name)-san are you okay?”, he was so confused, it looked so cute.
  • “Y-yes I am totally fine, b-but aren’t you going to catch a cold if you are dressed like this?” Did you really just say this? How embarrassing!
  • He realized the situation and started to chuckle, putting a hand to his face.
  • Is this smile legal? Why is he so precious? Stop it! 
  • You could swear your cheeks were dark red by then. The white haired boy decided to speak, “ Just come with me to the gym, I am going to put on a shirt and you can say what you wanted from me”.
  • The only thing you could do was nod and stare at his body. You tried to look in a different direction, but it was just not possible. Suga just giggled at your adorable behavior.