went with the wind!

omfg… my brother was supposed to be going camping for schoolies today and the car he was supposed to be in slipped off the wet road and drove through a paddock and a tree went through the wind screen inches from the driver…… it’s a fucking miracle everyone was okay…. i’m in shock right now… sjsjskslskxnsn

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✨🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵✨ I went for a walk after the rain and wind had stopped and came across this lovely house covered in beautiful cacti. I had to stop by and take some pictures. It’s so beautiful I want to live in it. It even has a a sign that reads “Jardin de Cactus” There’s even more plants on the other side of the house. I still can’t get over it. ✨🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵✨

stendt  asked:

if it makes you feel any better, i only saw good intention in that comic. the only thing regarding donating a ratty sweater that went through my head, as a thrift shop employee, was that we'd wind up baling it (compacting it into a big Clothes Cube for transport) to send it to be recycled rather than putting it on the sales floor. Donating torn or slightly stained clothes isn't necessarily bad - Value Village recycles everything they possibly can, for example.

Thank you for the info! :]

As soon as I read “Clothes Cube” I new tab + googled image searched.

How sick is this?? It’s like bales of hay, but with clothes instead of hay. I had no idea this was a thing.

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draw piling with my friend @somfunartdesign and we went on a long winded challenge to achieve on how to draw gromit with the expression of “so angry that he doesnt even know how to contain himself and doesnt know what he’ll do hes so fucking angry” and it was hard and we eventually spiraled into drawing REALLY sad wallace- like we wanted to see how sad we could draw wallace. its fucked up. i havent laughed as hard all day. 

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

cr. [X]

Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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starsfelllikerain  asked:

Please tell us more stories about the corn!!

brief preface: i live in iowa, one of the united states’ largest producers of corn (as in maize for those overseas), and worked at a corn breeding research facility. these guys are in charge of creating new lines of seed for farmers to grow; i took the job because it was the only plant science-related job i could, and it sucked but it wasn’t the worst job ive ever had and i made bank because it sucked and no one wanted to do it. there were two parts to this job: data collection and pollination. i wrote out a huge thing on the details of these and then decided it was too long and rambly so imma just gonna skip that stuff and get to the Weird Liminal Space Corn Stories:

-for data collection, our job was to take plant an ear hights in fields all around iowa, meaning that we would get to work in the morning and they would load us up into transit vans and drive us out to a random small town with a test field for testing. once we got there, we had 16-foot-tall wooden measuring sticks we would unfold and bring into the field with us, and the instructions from there were simple: 2 people on each side of the breeder. you measure the line of corn behind you by sticking ur stick next to an average looking plant and reading off first how far up on the plant the first ear of corn was, then reading off how far the base of the flag leaf was. then, you turn around to face the line of corn behind you, and while youre turning around and sticking your measuring stick into the ground on that side your partner reads there numbers, you read your second line of numbers, your partner reads their second line, and then you walk into the nearest alley and march up two lines of corn while the people on the other side of the breeder go. you read the two data points on one side. your partner reads and u turn around. you read the data points behind you. your partner does. while you are going, your breeder is walking up the field typing in the numbers on a data logger and the other team is walking up two rows. once you reach the end of the field, your breeder stops you, you walk two plots down and turn the other direction. you read off your data points, ect, you do that all the way down the field. you do this for hours until your set is done. all told, once your team of 5 people gets oriented and going, it should sound like this to you:

stick. 65, 102. turn. stick. 68, 104. pick up stick. walk down two rows. stick. 85, 102. turn. stick. 84, 103. pick up stick. walk down two rows. ect. you have to annunciate yourself and not talk to your teamates so the breeder can hear you through the corn. on windy days, you have to shout. you dont have time to stop and talk; you actually barely have time to do anything but focus on the manual task of number, turn, number, walk, number, turn, number, walk. when we were done, we would come out covered in sweat and dirt with our sticks, pile in the transit van, and drive like, the 2-3 hours back. work days were about 9 hours with 5 in the field, meaning that you worked 40 hours a week and could do overtime on weekends doing pollination (which was actually really fun). 

-no headphones. at first i thought that rule was stupid, but like, once you enter a cornfield you realize that this is because 1. if someone is screaming your name you need to be able to hear and 2. corn touches everything; when you’re in the corn, there is always something touching you. we wore special hats with veils, long pants, long shirts, eye protection, and closed toed shoes because the corn leaves are sharp and will cut you up; i have scars from this. your headphones would get ripped out within like, .3 seconds, because like corn just snags and slices up everything. 

-one time, on the hottest day of the summer, we were doing the number-turn-number-walk routine and heard someone yelling for our breeder guy. he stopped us short and called back, and like, this is the scary part about cornfields: like i said in the tags of that one post, corn swallows up sound more than anything. it’s impossible to tell where you are and impossible to hear anything, even if you scream, so its best to stay close to your team unless your doing solo work, and if you’re doing solo work like, for the love of god, keep walking in the direction youre supposed to be walking until you’re finished. trust that theres something on the other side, even if you cant see it. but anyway; hes yelling, and shes yelling, and suddenly she bursts through the corn after searching for us and says that this one kid is having a seizure. queue both of them running out of the corn and we’re just standing there. eventually we hear one of the other breeders yelling “___’s group, where are you?!” and we’re like “over here! we’re over here!” and put our sticks up, and the other breeder comes into the alley and we keep doing data points. we had like, 6 kids go home that day because of how hot it was (over 100 degrees) and we ended up not finishing the field because they decided it wasnt safe for us to work anymore. (also, kid was predisposed to seizures and they took him home, he was fine and came back to work a couple days later)

-i kind of talked about this in the tags of that other post, but i think the scariest day was the day we were in a test field a little ways away from the research center. it was kind of stormy but we were like ok whatever, we’ve gotten rained on before with no problem, queue us starting the data collection for the day. its…..really windy. like. i wish i could recreate that feel in art or something or even film it someday, because 1. when the wind blew, the whole field-which, remember, this is our whole world when we’re in there because you can’t see anything but corn in every direction- moved. like, bended, which is typical of corn because like yeah duh it does that, but its like if you were standing in a hallway and suddenly all the walls bent with the wind and so did the cieling. it was that disorienting; i actually stumbled a few times because the only steady thing was the ground and 2. it was loud, like a weird roar in the background. everything is rustling all around you at once. we had to scream our numbers for the breeder to hear us, and when i moved my measuring stick would catch the wind and drag me back a little. then, we heard thunder in the distance. our breeder was like “okay guys we’re gonna finish this field because we’re only like 4 ranges away from the road” and we’re like ok yeah, 40 plots, we can do this. the wind picked up, we kept moving at like twice the pace to get out of there, and when we reached the end it was really close and our breeder was like “come on we have to go now” and we like, picked up our sticks and ran through the corn bending around us with the thunder and everything, can i say midwestern gothic because ive never experienced midwestern gothic more than 4 teenagers with corn sticks and a dude with a data logger running through a discombobulating corn haze at 11am with thunder rolling in. we get to the edge of the field, scramble over the barbed wire fence because we are not running through the rest of the field. in a hot second more teams emerge from the field at various speeds just as it starts storming. we pack up our sticks. our team of four gets in our breeder’s pickup truck and we drive back in the rain. it was a look guys ngl

-throwback to when i just finished doing solo tagging of the ranges in the corn in a field three hours away from the research center. our breeder said to meet him back at the truck when we were done, so when i reach the end of the field having stapled on tags for around 100 ranges (about ten minutes of walking and stapling alone in a single line; these tags will help orient harvesting in the fall), i turn around and start heading straight back, because like again, when you’re in the corn alone its best to know exactly where you are and the way out is always a straight line. i start following my tagging trail back. about five minutes into walking i hear rustling near me. y’all, i was not ready, started jogging and checking behind me and after a little bit i slow down because i feel like i lost whatever it was. rustling continues like its following me. hellno.jpg, not today, i run out of the corn into the alley on the other side, decide i must have imagined it, and start walking towards the truck. as it turns out it was another one of the guys who didn’t know where to go, saw me from his row, and was following me to find his way out of the corn. almost died that day y’all

-occasionally we would visit fields to do brittle snap count, which is lining up, walking a plot, stopping, and yelling out how many broken stalks of corn we counted in the plot we just walked through, then continuing. the whole thing is that farmers understandably hate it when all their corn breaks and dies. we went to this one field that had been hit by a wind storm; it was a really hot day and we were all like dying. this is where my aforementioned scarring comes in. in cornfields, there exists a thingy called corn rash. this is where the corn hits your skin so much that it makes tiny cuts all over you, and then pollen from said corn gets in the cuts along with sweat. it is the worst time i have ever experienced in my life like literally nope would not recommend. eventually we realized that half this field of test crop was broken. like, we stopped counting the amount of plants with broken stems and instead started counting the amount of plants still standing. i was wearing all the protection i needed/that was required (so was everyone else), but it was so hot that literally all of us had corn rash and i was bleeding, big yikes. eventually our super nice breeder for the day realized that we were Struggling™ and was like ok listen we’re going back this isn’t worth it and all the corn is literally dead inexplicably anyway and then took us to get gas station ice cream after bc she felt bad for us lmao, a blessing

-talked to the breeders a lot and asked a ton of questions. learned that sunflower breeding is a thing that happens and that they’re bred to be larger to bear more seed for like, those bags of sunflower seeds you see at gas stations. the more u know

-zoo corn

-the corn in the pollination fields (the corn being bred into pure, genetically identical lines for testing….*insert Corn Discourse Concerning Loss Of Genetic Diversity Here But Not Gonna Talk About It In This Post Bc Its Already Super Long*) gets really weird mutations that i’ve talked about before

-this post got so long im sorry

tl;dr: corn is a terrifying liminal space

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Soo I watched In A Heartbeat about 15 times in the last few days (and I will eventually try to draw them in my style but their designs were too cute not to try to draw them as they were)

yours | tom holland

summary: just a little reminder

inspiration: shamelessly and 100% inspired by tom’s instagram post and story; i couldn’t help myself he’s such a cutie

a/n: just thought i’d take advantage of the absolutely adorable picture/caption combo 

Tom was never in the business of keeping secrets, even less so when said secrets made him the happiest he ever thought possible.

Now that he’s with you, all he wants to do is go public with your relationship, but you both had agreed upon taking that step when he finishes filming and his schedule steadies out.

Despite the mutual decision, Tom can see the toll all the secrecy is taking on you; you’re a little less cheerful and a lot more stressed - as he would imagine anyone in a secret relationship would be. He’s asked you about it in the past and almost threw all caution to the wind and went public with you anyways, but you were always quick to brush it off and blame your lack of enthusiasm on the day’s fatigue. 

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Aegon flew above the ranks of his foes upon Balerion, through a storm of spears and stones and arrows, swooping down repeatedly to bathe his foes in flame. Rhaenys and Visenya set fires upwind of the enemy and behind them. The dry grasses and stands of wheat went up at once. The wind fanned the flames and blew the smoke into the faces of the advancing ranks of the two kings. The scent of fire sent their mounts into panic, and as the smoke thickened, horse and rider alike were  blinded. Their ranks began to break as walls of fire rose  on every side of them. Lord Mooton’s men, safely upwind of the conflagration, waited with their bows and spears and made short work of the burned and burning men who came staggering from the inferno.

The Field of Fire, the battle was named afterward.

BTS Reaction

BTS reaction to your skirt rising up in front of other members

Jin:

As the other members walked out of the building after a long and hard day of dance practice, you followed close behind them while making conversation with Jungkook. Once you stepped outside, a strong breeze gently blew up your skirt giving Jungkook a clear enough view. Just as this was happening, Jin happened to turn around to see Jungkook’s cheeky grin plastered onto his face as he watched you.

“Hey that’s my girlfriend you’re looking at!” Jin playfully smacked the younger one around his head. “And you couldn’t find a shorter skirt to wear!” he turned to shout at you.

Originally posted by jinsasleep

Yoongi:

You decided to take Yoongi shopping with you today and while he was paying for your clothes at the counter, you spotted Taehyung and Jungkook outside. You went outside to say hi and as you were talking, the wind spiralled around your legs sending your skirt flying upwards. And before you knew it, Yoongi appeared behind you placing his hands just below your hips to hold the skirt back down.

“We’re going to go back in there and I’m going to buy you something to cover that sweet ass of yours,” he gently growled in your ear.

You simply turned around at his command and followed him back into the store while Jungkook and Taehyung were left behind standing awkwardly.

Originally posted by srslycantbelievei

Hoseok:

You began to run excitedly towards Hosoek once you spotted him, not realising that your skirt flew up as you did this. Jin, who was standing next to Hoseok had seen enough to make him shy away. Hosoek tried to laugh along with him - trying to hide his embarrassment. But for the rest of the day he stayed by your side, making sure it didn’t happen again.

“(Y/N)! You don’t have to pick that up! Namjoon can do it himself,” he had shouted across the room when you had bent down to pick up the keys Namjoon had dropped. While Namjoon shot him the most offended look before picking up his keys, you were standing there confused as to why he was suddenly being like this.

Originally posted by aneliguerra

Namjoon:

Lately Namjoon wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted. Always too busy with his work, he wasn’t able to attend to your needs. But today he allowed you to spend the day with him and Jimin in the studio while they worked on a new song. You took this opportunity to tease him by wearing his favourite skirt on you. And also the shortest one you had. But he wasn’t too happy about it when you showed up at the studio - even earning a long stare from Jimin. Occasionally throughout the day, you would bend down in front of him. Jimin - who was awkwardly watching all of this unfold - suggested to go get lunch.

You walked out with Jimin - Namjoon following behind as he watched you shamelessly flirt. But what crossed the line was your skirt completely leaving the sides of your legs and blowing upwards leaving you and Jimin shocked. That was it. Namjoon’d had enough and he grabbed your hand before dragging you towards his car leaving Jimin by himself.

“Someone needs to be taught a lesson,” he stated angrily as he leaned over to do your seatbelt in the car before getting in himself and driving away.

Originally posted by ciutae

Jimin:

You joined the members today as they messed about and practiced their dance. Amused by a few of their moves, you decided to imitate them. And before you knew it, you were having a competition with Jungkook to see who could do the most pirouettes in a row. As you began to twirl around, your skirt instantly rose with the air. Jimin noticed this quickly and ran up to you to stop you from spinning. He went on his knees, hugging your legs, the material of your skirt now wrapped tightly around your thighs along with his arms. Clueless as to why he did that, you frowned at his actions while the members burst into a fit of laughter.

“How do you not realise!” he exclaimed back when you asked him why he was hugging your legs while burying his head into the side of your thighs out of embarrassment.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

Taehyung:

The summer had arrived and everyone was trying to do everything they could to survive the heat. Yoongi was the one who suggested that it was time to turn the fan on and as soon as Taehyung reached out for the on switch, the air blew across the room. You - standing only a metre away from the fan - gasped when you felt the gush of air raise the skirt away from your legs. Taehyung watched what he had just done and out of a state of panic shouted:

“Nobody look at (Y/N)!” which only caused all eyes to land on you.

“Turn the fan off!” one of them ran towards it while the others laughed, trying not to look your way.

Originally posted by booptaegi

Jungkook:

You were supposed to make dinner today and you were already running late while the members waited impatiently at the dining table.

“(Y/N) do you really want us to starve!” Hoseok shouted.

“I think she might, who knows?” Jin replied and the members laughed.

“What is she doing now?” the members turned to you as they saw you trying to grab a container placed high out of your reach making them laugh once again.

“What’s so funny about that?” Yoongi’s sassy reply caused the laughter to die down.

You were still unable to reach the container. So in an attempt to reach it, you jumped up. And once again. And again. And each time you did, your skirt bounced up with you, revealing a little more each time. Jungkook watched this from the table, his eyes widening each time you jumped. A few of the others also saw you and looked away, trying to distract themselves with the conversation on the table. Jungkook ran to your side in less then a second. He covered your back with his body and easily grabbed the container.

“I hope you’re not doing this to me on purpose because there will be consequences later,” he whispered in your ear before gently kissing it and walking away.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Feel free to send in requests <3

Scent of a Woman - Bucky Barnes

Pairing- Bucky Barnes X Demigod!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Summary- Everyone, once they come to the age of 11 or before that, starts to get know a particular scent(s) of their soulmate, and look around till they find one. This wasn’t the case with Bucky.

Originally posted by justcuchu

(Cuz that gif was way too alluring)

When Bucky first don’t register any scent, he was confused. His soulmate didn’t smell? Slowly he realized the truth, and somehow got bitter in his heart about it. No one in this world was destined for him. He thought he and Steve were alone like that, until Steve found Peggy.

Things changed for Bucky after that. He became the harming womanizer he was known to be, till he fell into the ice.

2015

You hated New Yorkers. You did. Not because they were all lovey-dovey with their soulmates around you, which was true, but because everyone, just everyone, needs to visit the swimming pool at least twice a day.

Being a swimmer was one thing, being so good you’re the only female lifeguard in an entire city is dumb. WHY DON’T OTHER PLACES EMPLOY OTHER GIRLS??

You sighed, taking another lap across the huge swimming pool. There was another reason you hung around here too, putting your job and parentage aside. You were hoping your soulmate would be here at some point of the time. Everyone thought you had a soulmate already, which was why you were employed. If they knew…

You brushed the thought off and thought about the day you knew the scent of your soulmate.

You were in the library when the scent hit you. It had multiple flavors, which told you this person was complicated. A fresh scent of chocolate, oranges and roses almost knocked the wind out of you, and you went screaming back home to your mom that you had a soulmate. What a day that was.

You just resurfaced when a guy approached you with your phone. “Been ringing for a while now, Y/N.” You took the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” “Yo Y/N, it’s Stark. What say about coming over? I got a party today.” “When do you not have a party, Anthony?” “You make it sound like its a bad thing. Shut up and come over. People love watching you swim here, plus we got a new recruit. You might like him.” You rolled your eyes and got out of the water as you made your way to the dressing room. “Fine, I’ll be there. See ya.”

Bucky and Steve watched as the party was on full swing, and Bucky sighed. He was so hoping he’d see his soulmate at least in the party, because he was tired of waiting.

Flashback

Bucky and Steve went to a coffee shop, and Bucky rolled his eyes at the couples. That was when the scent him him. Strawberry, cocoa and vanilla. It was the most heavenly smell ever. Whoever smelt like that sure was the most gorgeous person on the planet. Bucky turned and beamed at Steve. “I have one, Steve. A soulmate.”

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Bucky turned to the bartender and ordered some whiskey when the same beautiful scent washed over him. He took a deep breath of it and smiled softly to himself as the scent got stronger and a voice beside him said, “Can I have some water? Nobody seems to serve that stuff here.” The bartender smiled sympathetically at the girl beside him. Bucky turned, and to his surprise, saw you staring at him. You smiled softly as the water came to you and said, “Where were you all my life?”

Bucky smiled and left the table, leaving you and Steve confused. Steve smiled at you, which you returned, and followed the orangey scent of roses and chocolate to the balcony, where Bucky stood, watching the sunset. Just as you were going to go to him, a hand grabbed you and dragged you into a room, which Bucky saw.

He frowned, walking to the room, where he heard voices.

“So, do you know who he is?”

“Yes. He’s my You-Know-Who.”

“Your Voldemort?”

“Dad. My soulmate.”

“Excellent. When will you ask him out?”

“Dad!”

“What? You’re Poseidon’s daughter. You aren’t going to-”

“Well actually sir, I wanted to ask your daughter on a date. I usually tend to make the first move.” Two heads snapped on Bucky’s direction, and he stared at the ocean god before him.

…. Hawaiian shirt with tropical shorts?

Both Poseidon and you noticed Bucky’s stare, and simultaneously said, “Checking me out, son?” “I apologize for my father’s horrid fashion sense.” You and Poseidon glared at each other and start to bicker and only stopped when Bucky cleared his throat and stood near the door, fidgeting awkwardly.

Poseidon chuckled and said, “Shall I leave you two alone then, son?” “Uh.. I’m 100 years old, sir.” “I’m 9000 kid.” “And I’m 22. So stop making me feel like a baby and get out Dad.”

Poseidon smiled and started to shimmer, but not before whispering, “You got it in you, son.”

Bucky slowly made his way to you as you sat on the bed, and took your face into his hands, looking at you adoringly.

“You’re prettier than I thought.” He whispered, and you blushed, cupping his face. “Where were you all my life?” You asked again, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Lost. But I found my way to you.” You rubbed your thumb across his cheek and smiled as his beard scratched your hand.

“I know this is too soon, not even knowing your name, but I love you. And I’m Bucky.”

“It’s Y/N, and I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

hi, i just wanna ask if you know any good slow build + long thorki fics (au or not, it doesn’t matter) with a good balance of angst, fluff, and smut? i hope i’m not bothering you at all...

No bother at all, I love giving fic recs, but sometimes you guys do come up with tough requests :D so, let’s see…

Number One Contender For My Heart by guardianinthesky

Loki has never been into sports, but one day Amora drags him to a pro wrestling event, promising him lots of hot, sweaty guys. He finds himself less than impressed until a particular wrestler named Thor shows up.

In the Grip of Grace by proantagonist

When Loki learns the truth of his heritage, he quietly leaves Asgard behind. The search for the lost prince continues for nearly a year until Odin hires a professional tracker to find him, sending Thor along on the hunt to ensure Loki’s safe return. They locate him on Midgard, living on his own in a run down apartment—depressed, weakened, and trying very hard to disappear.

Dog inside the heart by thebookhunter

Thor and Loki are the children of a dynasty of great actors. Their mother Frigga is a grande dame of the stage and muse of the finest European movie directors, their father Odin is going down in history as the Lawrence Olivier of his time.

Thor and Loki are following on their steps, with everything to prove, to themselves and to the world.

But as they become dragged under the public eye, so does their past, full of secrets and lies.

There are things that not even Thor can protect Loki from.

Shelter by Rynfinity

“You really need to get a life, you know,” his editor tells him over coffee, when he loses track of himself and spends far too much time gushing over the splendid house and its amazing stonework. “Not only is it weird, it’s kind of like stalking. Don’t think I’m going to come bail you out of jail.”

“No one stalks pools,” he tells her, laughing. He makes a mental note never to mention it again.

Facing the Vast by needleyecandy

England has just declared war on Napoleon, Naval captains are winning their laurels on a daily basis, and Thor’s ship is ordered to the South Seas to seek out a lost scientific vessel. It is an assignment for an old man, but the Admiralty will hear no reason. All hope of glory lost, he takes to sea in a foul temper.

Loki is an artist employed by the naturalist who accompanies HMS Hope on the expedition of rescue and research. He is to make quick and accurate sketches of those plants that catch his employer’s eye. For the first time in his life, the rest of his time is his own.

Back home, their paths never would have crossed, but life at sea is different, and their shared journey brings many kinds of discovery.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise by cavaleira

As the newly crowned king of Asgard, Thor’s life is filled with stress as he as he navigates political intrigue and struggles to figure out what kind of king he wants to be. Desperately in need of a night of relaxation, he finds himself at a brothel he used to frequent in his youth. It’s there that Thor spends an evening in the arms of beautiful courtesan named Loki, and his whole world changes in ways he never could have imagined.

Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers by amberfox17

When Thor went storming into Jotunheim he was looking to start a fight, but accidently winds up a pawn in Odin and Laufey’s plans for a permanent peace between the realms; namely, in exchange for the return of the Casket of Ancient Winters, Laufey is offering his firstborn child Loki, the Aesir-sized sorcerer, in marriage to Thor. Such a momentous decision is not to be taken lightly, so Odin sends Thor to live on Jotunheim - without Mjolnir - for a season with Loki, to get to know his prospective consort and to teach the wilful prince some diplomatic sense. Thor is horrified, his parents are insistent and no-one really knows what Loki is thinking, but he hasn’t stopped smiling…

Make It Go Away, Or Make It Better by rayemars

It was a normal summer vacation until Thor spotted Loki in his bedroom when his cousin thought he was alone. Then it turned into something else completely; something that upends more than a few family secrets, and changes quite a few things for them both.

Heart’s Desire by Rynfinity

Tuesday-Thursday Noon ‘til Nine, the neatly printed sign in the door reads. Thor breathes out a little sigh of relief; it hadn’t turned out to be as short a walk as he’d thought, and he’d more than half expected to find the shop closed already.

Three small bells clink and jingle as he pushes the door open. There’s no one around; just a sleek black cat stretching and yawning in a blanket-filled basket at the base of the counter. The store smells richly of ink and good paper. Beautiful.

Find a Home by Aria, filiabelialis

Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. “What do you mean by home?”

…and all because of a joke in Student Housing by needleyecandy

Thor and Loki are total opposites, stuck rooming together because someone in Student Housing thought it would be cute to place them together because they shared a birthday. They’re pleasantly surprised to find that they actually get along.

The surprise when they fall in love is even more pleasant.

The Disappearance of Miss Nebula by Hermaline75

Vanishing women are a standard part of magic shows, but they are generally expected to reappear eventually. People don’t just step into boxes and never come out.

Right?

Take the Long Way Home by cavaleira

Thor strikes a deal with Loki: each month, he will trade half of his golden apple for one day spent together in a temporary truce. Both brothers find themselves getting more than they bargained for.

A Poison that Never Stung by thisdorkyficthing

Loki is a seventeen year old runaway that gets taken in by Thor. (Thor’s probably gonna regret it)

light in monochrome night by umakoo

Thor is young and reckless, eager to slay one of the ferocious frost giants and have the skalds sing songs of his mighty deed. He sneaks into Jötunheimr, but the giant he meets is nothing like the hulking, bloodthirsty creatures from the age-old stories they tell in Asgard.

Honk your horn at me, get your car rammed by a grocery cart

This actually happened an hour ago.

It’s a windy day here and I stopped by the grocery store. Typical day, full of typical people who don’t bother putting the carts back in the corrals. I’m not surprised, it’s windy and people suck, so why would anyone bother to go out of their way to put their grocery cart back?

So I’m driving down the lane looking for a spot, and up ahead this Guy Fieri lookalike removed his groceries from his cart, pushed the cart kind of, sort of in the general direction of the corral, proceeded to his car, and then drove away. Well, considering he wasn’t really parked anywhere near the corral, the cart went astray, until a huge gust of wind changed it’s direction and put it straight on the path into my car.

Luckily, I’m far enough away that I can actually get out of my car and stop it before it crashes straight into me, so I put my car in park and I go to do that.

Just as I start walking towards it, the car behind me started blowing their horn at me. As far as I can tell, she can see what I am doing. I turn around, point to the cart, so she blew her horn again and gave me the finger.

Okay then. There’s an open parking space immediately to my left. I ignore the cart, get back into my car and pull it into the parking space. Car behind me then floors it and drives straight into the grocery cart.

Idiot.

Didn’t even try to hide my smirk as I walked past her assessing the damage.

Whatever It Takes: Chapter 4

ACOTAR Figure Skating AU

Summary: Nesta firmly believes that if you want something, you have to work your ass off for it. And she wants a National title attached to her name. But when her coach decides that a change in discipline is what Nesta needs, she’s far from impressed. Now, instead of training as a ladies single skater, she has to switch gears and skate as a pairs skater. And her partner? Someone she can’t stand. Non other than cocky, flirtatious, former Men’s skater Cassian.
Edited by: @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie

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Azirel kept his eyes down low, trained on the floor.

He didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. Because if he did, they would see his face. And he would have to deal with the confusion and pity in their eyes.

He didn’t want their pity. Not one bit.

Azriel stood at the very end of the counter with his hands pushed deep in the pockets of his jacket. It was pretty early in the morning - just after seven. The local coffee shop was in the middle of its morning rush.

Azriel kept his eyes downcast as he glanced around the room. Elders, business people, students, families - an abundance of different people were gathered in the small shop. Normally, Azriel would have gone through the drive-thru to grab his black coffee on his way to school. But that morning, with the rain coming down in sheets, it was much quicker to just go inside.

“Extra large, black.”

He stepped forward, giving the young man behind the counter a quick nod of thanks as he handed Az his coffee, then turned on his heel. He made his way towards the door, pulling up his hood as he went, keeping his eyes down the whole time.

A mix of wind and rain slapped him in the face the moment he opened the door, the dainty bell ringing above him as he went.

Keys gripped tightly in one hand and coffee in the other, Azriel ran across the parking lot to his car. Water splashed against his legs as rain bounced off of his back. By the time he reached his car, he was already soaked.

He was half in the car when he heard a vehicle pull up next to him and the sound of his name being called over the downpour of rain.

“Az!”

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