walk like a dragon

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(Okay this is a bit lame and I didn’t present it well enough for some to understand, but it’s based on a true story)

Basically this happened while I was going through the Emerald Graves map, there’s an area where a chest is located on this small platform and the only way to get to it its by crossing a narrow ass plank. I made sure to command my team to hold their position so they don’t follow me while l carefully cross over

Not only the chest kicked me in the face with its Anitva Dagger, but somehow either the game glitch or my team didn’t register the command - showed up right in the middle of the plank, walking on it like it was nothing

i don’t care about waking up to a person i love, i wanna wake up to a new song of my favorite artist for the rest of my life

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Fenris: I saw you casting spells inside. I should have
realized sooner what you really were.

Camera and Action

Written for @impalaimagining for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 Gift!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,368

Warnings: sex tape, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), deepthroating, tongue fucking, random sex prompts, loud sex, rough sex, dom!Sam, possessive!Sam, slight ownership!kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Summary: Things have been pretty vanilla in the bedroom, so Sam and the reader decide to kick things up a notch by making a sex tape.

“What’s something we haven’t done?”

You raised your head off of your boyfriend’s chest. Sam was looking down at you, his eyes half-closed. His face was calm, and his lips were kiss-swollen from your passionate makeout session. His chocolate hair was tousled and slightly messy (from thirsty minutes of you running your fingers through it), and you brushed a few stray locks away from his eyes as Sam pulled you farther up so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

“What?” You turned your head, nuzzling his jawline affectionately.

Sam flushed pink at the brush of your nose against his skin. “Just wondering, what haven’t we done in the bedroom?”

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where they are just and loyal || hufflepuff || listen 

i. gold rays // vinyl pinups ii. alone together // fall out boy iii. let’s dance to joy division // the wombats iv. she’s a riot // the jungle giants v. tongue tied // grouplove vi. san francisco // the mowgli’s vii. don’t stop // foster the people viii. laughter lines // bastille ix. different colours // walk the moon x. roman holiday // halsey xi. all this and heaven too // florence + the machine xii. smells like summer // early hours xiii. trouble // imagine dragons xiv. say it, just say it // the mowgli’s xv. i will wait for you // mumford & sons xvi. weight of living pt. ii // bastille xvii. cry baby // melanie martinez xviii. when did your heart go missing // rooney xviv. favorite record // fall out boy xv. crystals // of monsters and men xvi. jackie and wilson // hozier xvii. welcome home // radical face xviii. atlas hands // benjamin francis leftwich xix. be good // max brodie ft. tom rosenthal xx. sunshine lullaby // pebaluna xxi. someone new // hozier xxii. after the storm // mumford & sons

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: We all make mistakes, glue is not necessarily the solution. Sometimes mistakes can lead to more mistakes. Like asphyxiation. 

Taurus: Like it or not, you are part of a statistic.

Gemini: You know whats like a day without sunshine? Night. Its really not that dramatic. As long as it only lasts that long.

Cancer: Triple-bladed knives are banned under the Geneva convention because they cause wounds that never heal. The stars said you should know that, but they didn’t say why. 

Leo: Notice how the world changes when you photograph it. It can tell you whats real.

Virgo: Everyone wears a mask, a costume. Be something cool and interesting, like a dragon, or coral.

Libra: As we walk among this urban sprawl many see it as a despoiling of nature. Those who cannot see the magic in the concrete are not looking hard enough.

Scorpio: Some things should hurt.

Ophiuchus: She is terrifying. She guards you. You cant imagine against what.

Sagittarius: The world is burning and you really have to pee. Nobody ever thinks that you might have to pee. This is certainly a problem. 

Capricorn: Its hard to find a good place to practice the harmonica but we cant all be hobos hitching a ride in box cars can we.

Aquarius: Things will probably be fine. If they aren’t then we get to that problem if it gets here. That’s what the machete is for. 

Pisces: Everyone has something wild and primal inside them. Yours just happens to only come out during board games.

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Like a Fly Walked Out With Him: Red Dragon, Thomas Harris and Hannibal, Episode 309, “…and the Woman Clothed With the Sun,” written by Jeff Vlaming & Helen Shang and Bryan Fuller & Steve Lightfoot, dir. John Dahl

anonymous asked:

Rhack, dawn and jealousy

The elevator doors glide open, opening a rectangular portal to the penthouse in a shimmer of sterling gray; the sound of the air conditioning engulfs him, too loud for his tired, sensitive ears at this ungodly hour. As the long wide hallway obediently urges him to advance forward, the soft carpet covering the floor drowns his footsteps; he feels alien, like he does not exist in this lonely plane. Then again, it’s probably just his biological clock playing games with him, judging by the built in clock in his ECHOeye. It’s just past 5 a.m., close to the sunrise, and his shift has only recently come to an end. Considering the 90-hour daily cycle of Pandora and his busy schedule, he’s been having these weird long shifts a lot ever since he took over the steel crown of the recently resurrected Atlas Corporation as the fresh CEO.

The widget at the door reads his ECHOeye and lets him in with a friendly ping, confirming his identity. Running a hand through his disheveled copper locks, he sheds his sharp iron-colored jacket at the door, not bothering to pick it up off the floor. His shiny black shoes follow suit, leaving his colorful socks out in the open for the world to see. He lets out a yawn, quickly covers his mouth with his robotic hand and moves to pace through the large apartment in hopes for dropping dead onto his bed.

If the sudden burst of light illuminating his living quarters so shamelessly is any indication, though, the universe has some other plans in store for him.

“Good… morning?” Rhys trails, giving the man standing across the room a smile. The only response he receives is the glare pointed in his general direction; despite the air of slumber he carries around him like a blanket with his crumpled t-shirt and boxers, his hair sticking in every direction and a little bit of dried drool on his cheek, Jack still manages to look intimidating. The shorter man crosses his arms across his chest, letting out a breath through his nose like an angry dragon. Rhys grins, carefree, and walks past Jack into their shared bedroom; the older man follows him without a word and watches Rhys like a hawk as he undresses.

When he’s finally out of his corporate shark attire and into a pair of sweatpants, Rhys turns to regard Jack with an amused quirk of his lips, “Planning on telling me what’s up?” He moves closer to the shorter man, invading his personal space with genuine bravado. “’Cause I know I was quiet enough not to wake you up, so you must be angry at me for something else.”

Ever since he outright stole the rights to the Atlas Corporation from Jack’s office right in front of the man’s very eyes, a lot of things has changed. Rhys granted Jack a brand new body, free of scars, fresh and unused like a new born baby. He has never expected the man to feel any gratitude or gratification for the deed, it’s Jack after all, and the downright anger the older man shows at how the tables have turned amuses Rhys greatly. He fondly remembers those days when Jack was the big bad CEO (an AI projection of it nonetheless) and Rhys was just a Hyperion lackey ready to be used for whatever. Rhys chuckles. Now he is the CEO of the biggest company on Pandora, running things much more peacefully (or rather, with much less blood and broken necks) than Jack has ever had, and the other man simply sits around like some pretty trophy husband.

Rhys knows it drives Jack mad. He can’t deny he takes some mischievous pleasure in annoying the man; he offered Jack work more than once, but the bastard was too arrogant to accept any of the jobs.

Well, Rhys thinks as he watches Jack’s perfect eyebrows move to an annoyed frown and his perfectly sharp lips form a feral snarl, he’s one sexy bastard. He can’t really complain that he loves seeing the other man strut and swagger around the apartment like he owns the damn place.

“You’re late.” Jack finally graces Rhys with a reply, crowding the door so that the taller man has no means of escape. The CEO wonders if he could beat Jack in a fist fight. Probably not, the guy is reeeeaaaaally good with his hands after all. He dismisses the flush creeping up on his cheeks with a deep chuckle, “No way! Really?” Naturally, Jack’s only angrier. Old people are so easy to piss off, aren’t they? Rhys lets out a laugh this time, “I was busy, Jack.” He flops down on the bed with a dramatic sweep of his elegantly long flesh arm, “A CEO’s job never ends.” He gives Jack finger guns, winking at him with a knowing smirk, “You, of all people, should know that.”

Jack seems to inflate like an angry cat, he looks damn delicious with his crossed arms, darkened cheeks and deep frown. Rhys enjoys working the other man up to no end. But instead of strangling the taller man like his death glare indicates, Jack simply tsks.

“Yeah. Busy with that hot piece of PA of yours? Bet you looooooooved working together in your office, looking at whatever big CEO work you have.” He has his hands curled into big furious fists at his side.

Rhys looks up at the man, completely dumbstruck. Jack looks ready to bolt, at the cyborg or out the door, Rhys doesn’t know. The moment of shock only lasts briefly, as Rhys lets out a hearty laugh, dropping back on the bed and wheezing like he’s just heard the funniest joke. Jack growls, but waits for the other man’s entertainment to die down. Rhys finally rises on his elbows, throwing one of those unintentionally sultry looks at Jack; he tries to ignore the warm feeling pooling in his chest and stomach, he’s supposed to be mad at this beanstalk, dammit.

“Oh my god, Jack.” Rhys states, wiping actual tears from his amused eyes, “Are you… are you jealous?”

“What?!” Jack curls into himself protectively, crossing his arms once again. “I’m just statin’ the facts, pumpkin.”

“Yeah, alright, I’ll bite.” Rhys grins, sitting up and confidently showing off his tattoos (and that beautiful bare chest, the heathen). “What’s it to you, Jack? What if I spent the night in my office, fucking my PA? You’ve made it clear that what we have going here is just some casual fling months ago.” He tilts his head to the side and gives Jack a curious look with those lovely mismatched eyes. “That means we can both do whatever we want with our sexual and romantic lives.”

He’s right. Jack knows Rhys is right, but that irritates him all the more. He brought this upon himself.

“Are you jealous because I’m having sex with someone else or because they’re younger, hotter and prettier than you are, Jack?”

Oh, the bastard.

Rhys is caught off guard as Jack pretty much flies to the bed, landing on top of the taller man with an angry grunt. His hands close around Rhys’s neck, applying pressure teasingly. “Don’t taste my patience, kitten.” he adds in a sing-song tone.

Rhys snorts, “Or what, you’ll whine until I die?” His hands knead Jack’s thighs, bringing out an involuntary moan from the man as they inch their way upwards.

Jack frowns, his breathing hitching as he applies more pressure, not enough to strangle Rhys, but enough to turn him on. With a growl, Rhys grabs Jack’s ass and turns them around, landing on top of the other man. The older man’s hands leave his throat and wander south to both men’s pleasure. Rhys catches Jack’s lips in a heated kiss, grinding his hips into the man’s hands. Jack sighs into the kiss, a rather calm gesture for such a boisterous man.

“Mmmmnnn Jack…” Rhys’s voice has dropped an octave and that does wonderfully weird things to Jack that he does not want to confess. “Answer me.” Then there’s that bossy attitude Rhys adopted along with Atlas, and Jack can’t bring himself to care; come to think of it, he’s always loved bossy partners. “Fuck you.” he says instead.

“Oh, you wish.” Rhys grins down at him, his teeth shining pearly white before they sink in Jack’s neck. The CEO sucks a bruise Jack won’t be able to hide easily, making the other man moan slightly. Rhys halts, “Why are you jealous, Jack?” His breath right above Jack’s pulse makes his heart beat even faster.

“I’m not.” His voice cracks. Rhys huffs and slowly rises on his knees, throwing himself on his back and away from Jack’s needy hands.

“If you wanna do it like that…” Rhys throws an arm over his eyes and falls silent. Jack whines. Rhys peaks under his arm and raises a brow, Jack flops down next to him defeatedly after noticing he’s not gonna live this down.

“You’re an asshole, Rhysie, you know that?” The taller man grins like a cat that got the canary and hums.

“Something you wanna say to me? A confession, perhaps?”

Jack groans and covers his face with his hands. “Okay, fine, you bastard. I might actually… like like you and want whatever we have here to be more than just a casual fuck.”

“Oh really, now?” Rhys turns to his side, watching Jack appreciatively. Jack drops his hands from his reddened face and glares at the taller man, “Yeah, really.”

“Good.” the cyborg grins, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. “And FYI, I never did anything with Sam.” Jack’s face lights up and Rhys can’t help but giggle, “I like you enough not to seek other partners.” He hums thoughtfully, his bottom lip jutting out, “And the sex is, uh… adequate.”

Jack snarls and dives forward, chasing Rhys’s lip in a wild kiss that leaves the CEO breathless. “Bastard. I’m more than just ‘adequate’.”

“Need some ego boost, old man?” Jack climbs back on Rhys’s lap in one quick motion, making the younger man yelp and giggle in surprise.

“We’ll see who’s old and tired when I’m done with you, kiddo.”

My man Bilbo Baggins journeys through lands he never dreamed of meets strange beasts and walks right up to a Dragon like it ain’t shit but not once does he even consider talking to any women cause that nigga knew in any land in every land all women are THOTS

I like to think that if Merlin had actually had a chance to raise Aithusa, he’d probably treat her like a slightly larger than average cat. Playing with feathers to stimulate her hunting abilities, making little basket nests for her to sleep in, dressing her in tiny sweaters, the whole nine yards. 

Bonding With Your Dragon Spirit

**These methods are pretty broad spectrum and can also be used outside of dragon spirits.  These are just techniques and things I have done and this post is by no means all inclusive.  Thank you**

Bonding with your dragon spirit is an important thing to do, I think.  It helps you get closer with them and that opens the way to a good friendship and partnership!  Regardless of what kind of relationship you have with them (provided it’s a healthy one), doing these activities to feel closer is a great way to continue with your practice!

Sharing your passions!

Doing some sort of activity along side your dragon spirit that you love is a good one.  You are sharing something that you love with them and they are being included in it!  Do you like going for a walk?  Great, invite your dragon with you!  Like crafts?  Great!  work with them so you both can create something awesome!  How about cooking?  Also good, you can share the results when everything is finished!  The dragon spirit I currently work with actually likes to play games with me.  I found out through playing some Skyrim music and he was curious where it came from and now I actually have a Dragon age and Assassins Creed save file with his name on it.

Spells

I’ve always felt that spells are a great offering for your dragon.  But casting a spell with their help not only is good for working with your dragon, it’s also a great way to feel closer.  Even if it’s something small, like setting a circle!  I personally love to ask my dragon spirits to help me set a circle and it was always so nice because he would use his wings to do it so it was like I was in a tent.  It was so wonderful!  This is a great way to further your dragon magic and really get close and I strongly encourage it!  Of course this is only if the dragon in question is ok with it.  

Music

This technically could fall under the passions section but I kept it on its own since some people may not really know how to make music or be musically inclined.  But you can listen to music with them, look for songs that they like and have it playing just for the two of you.  I have a playlist on youtube for Rivaz and sometimes I listen to it when I’m going to sleep or I’ll play it when I’m trying to communicate with him.  I also like to sing for him and that is another thing you can do!

Divination

I think this is a big one.  Using the cards or pendulum or whatever medium you use is a great way to bond with them!  I have a reading in my shop available for purchase in which I speak with whatever dragon spirit I’m working with (currently Rivaz) and they will give you a message or advice!

Communication

This kind of ties in with divination but can stand on its own.  Talking with your dragon spirit is a great way you can get to know them, ask them questions and grow together.  Plus, dragon spirits can have some great advice even if its not always what you want to hear.

Sharing meals

So, this can also be considered an offering but I think it is a great one!  Sharing your meals, I think, is a very personal thing.  Think about how many times you’ve gone out to eat with friends?  This can be a similar thing!  I also think its a good thing to share some of your favorite foods with them!  I like to share my coffee and tea!

Astral Projecting/Lucid Dreaming

This is a great one and together you can go on adventures!  I have a post about one of my own experience here.  This is a fun way to see more things and grow closer.  There’s something to be said about discovering such places that you cannot normally see.

Reading

Reading and sharing stories is a fun one.  And every dragon may have their own preference!  Lore, myths, short stories all kinds of things can be used!  You can even share your favorite works with them!  Or even more so you can read them your own work if you write!

Writing

I like writing poetry and coming up with spells to work with dragons and it’s a good way.  You could also work with them to make your own story!  This section could fit in with a few other places on this list but I still felt like I could warrant it’s own spot!

Carrying offerings with you

This is one that I really like doing if my dragon spirit gives me permission. I often leave stones and crystals as an offering or even jewelry and I love to be able to carry those items with me when I leave the house.  It’s like a little extra reassurance that they are with me and it really makes me feel more connected, especially since they were ok with me taking a piece of their hoard with me.

Sleeping 

This may seem silly but if your dragon is ok with it, sleeping with them is a good way to bond.  My current dragon spirit is not really big on cuddles so I don’t really get to do it anymore but the previous dragon spirits I had loved it and it was so nice!  I highly recommend this method if you can!

Happy bonding!

Safe Travels