when you look to the night skies

bangtan as things

[namjoon] nighttime after it’s rained and the ground is wet, the reflection of streetlights beneath your feet. cars pass and you’re alone, the feeling of turning pages, whether metaphorically or literally, libraries, dark coffee, literature, dried flowers, pencil shavings, stacked books, grey hoodies, using up your entire battery in one sitting.

[seokjin] the comfort of being with someone you love, friendly banter, love letters, ballads, fairy lights, ivory furniture, lattes, lullabies, neat studying notes, desks littered with figurines, lipstick kisses on napkins, incense.

[yoongi] the empty feeling that comes when you stay up too late or when you sleep too much, never being happy enough with your self-care, the sun that warms your chest in the dead of winter, poetry, forehead kisses, small meaningful tattoos, curtains that let in light and bring a sense of comfort and warmth to a room, snowflakes or raindrops clinging to eyelashes, the slow sound of windshield wipers, the melancholic hum of background music, ocean spray, winter breeze, flickering streetlights, the rush you feel from a first love, a first kiss.

[hoseok] group hugs, words of encouragement, doodles, a hand rubbing circles on your back, a shoulder to put your head on or the head that’s on your shoulder, an arm interlaced with yours, the giddy laughter between childhood friends, carnival games, kisses pressed to your forehead and to the palms of your hands.

[jimin] warm sheets, hot chocolate and marshmallows, falling asleep by the fireplace, listening to the ost of a movie over and over again, vivid skies, hair that sweeps across like waves in the ocean, running barefoot on the beach, waltzes, falling autumn leaves, someone holding your face in their hands, kisses intentionally missing your mouth and tracing the outline of your face, secretly holding hands.

[taehyung] the feeling of fingers running through your hair, hearing someone else’s heartbeat when you lay your head on their chest, rainbow hair ties, putting daisies in your hair, falling asleep in a meadow, plush toys, someone pushing brushing or kissing away your tears.

[jungkook] night skies that look like blankets of glitter, the allure of the stars making you want to reach out and touch them, warm showers, wind that’s possessive, ocean spray, spilled glitter, velvet, sleeping with your headphones in, the worn down keys on a computer keyboard, trading cards collections, biting your nails, resting your head against the car window, shy smiles, backhugs.

Solar System: Things To Know This Week

Weather permitting, you can observe the Moon most nights, unless it’s a new moon, when the lighted side of the Moon faces away from Earth. The Moon is by far the brightest object in the night sky and there’s plenty to see. But this week is special…

…October 28 is International Observe the Moon Night (also known as InOMN).

Here’s all you need to know to join in and celebrate:

1. One Planet. One Moon. One Night.

Everyone on Earth is invited to join the celebration by hosting or attending an InOMN event and uniting on one day each year to look at and learn about the Moon together.

2. What’s Up?

October’s night skies are full of sights, from the first quarter Moon on InOMN to Saturn making a cameo appearance above the Moon October 23 and 24. Watch our What’s Up video for details.

3. Be Social

Hundreds of events are planned around the globe. Click the top link on this page for a handy map. You can also register your own event.

4. Don’t Just Stand There

Here are some activities for enhanced Moon watching.

5. Impress Your Friends with Moon Knowledge

Download InOMN flyers and handouts, Moon maps and even some pre-made presentations. There’s even a certificate to mark your participation.

6. Guide to the Face of the Moon

Almost dead center on the Earth-facing side of the Moon is the Surveyor 6 robotic spacecraft impact side. Apollo 12 and 14 are a bit to the left. And Apollo 11 - the first steps on the moon - are to the right. This retro graphic tells the whole story.

7. Moon Shots

NASA photographers have done some exceptional work capturing views of the Moon from Earth. Here are a few galleries:

8. Walking on the Moon

Twelve human beings walked on the face of the Moon. Here are some of the best shots from the Apollo program.

9. Moon Watch

Our Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter is up there right now, mapping the moon and capturing some spectacular high-resolution shots.

10. Keep Exploring

Make our Moon portal your base for further lunar exploration.

Check out the full version of ‘Ten Things to Know This Week’ HERE.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.

To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,
She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you.

She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go.

She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies.

Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it.

Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake.

Yours truly, I lost her

—  blue-delusion 

red tracklist + aesthetics

state of grace: minimalist studio loft in an abstract city, lattes and crosswalks, mosaic broken parts in chester drawers, the stars are falling, impending doom

red: lust, ultimate desperation on a hopeful journey, burgundy sports car, fall in love with strangers, lost somewhere deep in a golden forest

treacherous: intimacy, anatomical love, whisper sweet songs of a similar tomorrow, endlessly driving through midnight winds, compatibility

i knew you were trouble: dread for the human condition, flashbacks and echoes, the dirt beneath your feet, i changed for you, hangovers in the mornings, anguish

all too well: nostalgia, midnight snacks, long drives on amber lined streets, stupefied love, stone bridges in autumn

22: decades night, bubblegum pop and a carton of ice cream, slumber parties in polka dot onesies, youthful bliss

i almost do: succulents on city side window sills, this is everything i didn’t say, i’ll return your call as soon as possible, in my dreams, brink of love

we are never ever getting back together: getting the point across, idc, dancing with your pet, feeling cheeky

stay stay stay: puppy love, fun to the third power, loving your best friend, daydreaming in class

the last time: distant lighthouses, the other side of the door, touch and go, black turtlenecks, final chance

holy ground: broke down story of us, when it was magic, kissing on ferris wheels, balloons and clouds, white noise loving

sad beautiful tragic: train swept leaves, unmade beds, waiting games, lullabies and crimson skies, the last rose petal, an air of melancholy

the lucky one: paparazzi, look what you made me do, the roaring twenties, celebrity tabloids, white bathrobes and cucumber facials

everything has changed: the first day of classes, butterflies and falling leaves, suitcase filled cars, backpacks and a yellow school bus, my missing puzzle piece

starlight: pearl chokers, whales anchors and boat shoes, prom night, white gloves and cigarettes, starry nights on the sand

begin again: headphones in central park, fresh starts, juke box cafés, laughing at the sunday paper, red pumps

Storm Magic
  • When the skies darken, you can sometimes feel the air inhale; you too take in a deep breath and share the energy trapped in your lungs
  • All is still, waiting, knowing not what the sky will leave in it’s wake
  • Thunder rumbles in the distance, greeting you as an old friend
  • There is a soft sound of rain, growing stronger, faster. Hitting the rooftops, pattering upon the leaves, its’ fall has a lyrical cadence
  • Wind whistles past, quick to greet you and quicker yet to dance away into unknowns
  • At night you look up, watching as the sky comes alight above you. Perhaps angry, or joyful, or proud: the clouds lack nothing of passion
  • Windows open, a breeze flows past with lingering touches of petrichor, roses, magic
  • Softness spreads. Birdsong rings out, gentle at first yet stonger each second, greeting the coming change of time
  • The air exhales
  • You have held your breath for so long. The magic passes with the storm, but it’s power lingers
  • Like rain unto earth, it soaked into your pores and flows through your bloodstream
  • Feel the clouds break. Let the sun warm your skin
  • Breathe in
Hiding in the Impala

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Reader’s Ex

Warnings: the reader’s ex is an ass, fight scenes, angst, swearing

Word count: 2511

Summary: The Reader is running from her crazy ex and happens to jump into a certain Impala to hide.

Tag list: @jessabro101  @deascheck @cwstandsforcaswinchester @fralackles@danandphilforlife112 @rdy4thevoid @disneychic8 @deepbreathssammy@amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @gallifreyansass @star-arm-and-shield @macymoosesuniverse @rosep16​ @arianacullen2008 @spectaculicious @spnfanficpond 

A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:) 

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

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'we must unite within her walls or we will crumble from within'

stories for the ladies of hogwarts, who cry, waver, giggle, trespass, and who deserve our respect all the same

overemotional: in defense of cho chang

Cho’s was not that kind of grief. Hers was the grief of the living. She was flying and learning and loving and, yes, crying. Cedric was not. Her pretty world, at fifteen, had been shattered. It was darker than anyone had ever warned her of, but she was growing into it. She was growing up. Sometimes that takes tears. 

Mourning is not selfless. We do not weep for the dead. We weep for the living–what could have been and the tragedy that is. We weep because our hearts are breaking. It is not selfless but neither are we. We are selves.

-

naive: in defense of hannah abbott

Hannah went out every few nights to breathe in green and work on her own projects. Sometimes Neville was there and sometimes he was away running defense lessons in the Room or, god forbid, sleeping. Sometimes they worked in companionable silence. Sometimes they talked about the DA, or wondered where Harry was. Neville told her about his disastrous early attempts with every non herbological magic. Hannah told him about her mother.

“This is where everything starts,” Professor Sprout had told them, back when Hogwarts was still a place of light, smiling under that frizzing grey hair. Professor Sprout had buried her hands in dirt and said, “This is what everything grows from. The ground up.”

Life is something you bury. Life is something you bury your hands in.

-

silly: in defense of parvati patil (in memory of lavender brown)

“Have you ever been Crucioed?” she asked.

The Auror opened his mouth to speak, but Parvati kept going, calm, dismissive: “I don’t mean in training, in a nice padded room with an instructor who will take you for beers after. I don’t even mean by some criminal in a dark alley when you don’t know if you’re going to make it to the end of the day. I mean have you ever been Crucioed in a classroom, in front of your sister and a bunch of terrified children. Have you ever been Crucioed by someone who enjoyed it, when you were expendable? Have you ever gasped yourself back to life when they were done and known the next morning you were going to walk right back in and sit at your desk, and wait, and hope it happened to you and not some kid half your size?”

The Auror had gone silent.

Parvati looked him over slowly. “I have been an object lesson in disobedience from people I couldn’t get away from. I have watched children scream, and done nothing, because I was in a war and it wasn’t strategic and they were soldiers too. They would survive. And most of us did. But we are not the same as we were. You will respect our war.”

-

lost: in defense of ginny weasley

She and Harry had both done what Voldemort could not—died and come back. Harry sacrificed, a lion’s death giving him a lamb’s rebirth. Ginny was risen in the Chamber of Secrets at the strike of a fang to a poisoned diary but she was not reborn then. Leaving the Chamber, she was as much a shade as Tom Riddle’s desperate ghost.

It was not Harry’s heroism, Ron’s desperation, her mother’s love, or her brothers’ toilet seat humor that brought her back (though the toilet seat helped). Ginny breathed deep at night. She wept. She remembered how to rage. She snuck out at night and stole each of her brothers’ brooms in turn. She took to the skies and brought herself back to life.

-

ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson

“Why are you here?” Parvati asked Pansy once. People asked her a lot, when they found her in Flourish and Blotts, or at work on the Prophet. Their eyes raked her, looking for green, for silver, for venom. Sometimes she’d smile back and let them see the danger.

“Because I’m not fifteen anymore,” said Pansy. “God, do you know what precious Potter Sr. got up to at school, the bully? But boys get to grow up to be men, you see, and us girls just grow up to be bitches.”

-

turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black

When Andromeda got married, it was in a dress that was silver, not white. The guests called her luminescent, but her cousin Sirius, who spun her with comical and affectionate abandon across the dance floor later that night, smiled, and said, “You thought green would be too obvious?”

“Too garish.”

“A snake changes it’s skin, but it’s still

“I’m not going to pretend I’m anything I’m not, cuz,” she said.

-

wallflower: in defense of susan bones

You have to make things your own, laying out new earth or filling your too-small kitchen with song. You have to live in your skin. It’s worth living in.

Susie learned the lines of scar tissue on her arm, like cracks in a ceiling, like the specific pattern of fissures and gouges that made a place its own. She traced her fingers over the raised scars while she studied obscure legal texts in her first little office, and felt like she was flicking her wand, casting ward circles, like she was circling this and claiming this, calling it her own.

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loony: in defense of luna lovegood

In the spare bedroom at Shell Cottage, Ollivander made Luna a new wand. They hiked, slowly, through windswept bluffs until he found a tree he approved of.

“Willow?” Dean asked. “Or reed? I mean, it’s Luna, she’s kinda bendy, isn’t she?”

Ollivander went on Transfiguring his toolset out of bits of driftwood and sea glass. Luna smiled back, wide.

Bend and bend and never break. She could almost touch the tip of the wand to its hilt, when he was done. Ollivander gave her some oil to rub into it to keep it supple and one day, after the war, Luna curved it into a perfect circle. She held it up to her eye and thought about the last riddle she had ever used to open up Ravenclaw’s tower. A circle has no end. 

Link to full series on Ao3 here.
What’s Up for April 2017

Jupiter, the king of the planets, is visible all night long, and the Lyrids meteor shower peaks on April 22.

On April 7, Jupiter–the king of planets–reaches opposition, when it shines brightest and appears largest. 

Jupiter will be almost directly overhead at midnight.

This is also a great time to observe the planet’s Galilean moons–Io, Ganymeade, Europa and Callisto. They can be easily seen through binoculars.

With binoculars, you can even see the Great Red Spot as the storm transits the planet every ten hours.

Looking east on April 22, look to the skies for the Summer Triangle, consisting of Deneb, in Cygnus, the Swan; Altair in Aquila, the Eagle; and Vega, in Lyre(the Harp).

Get ready for the Lyrids, the year’s second major meteor shower, as it pierces the Summer Triangle in the early morning hours of April 22. Since the shower begins close to the new moon, expect excellent almost moonless viewing conditions.  

You can catch up on solar system and all of our missions at www.nasa.gov

Watch the full “What’s Up for April 2017″ video: 

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Starshine

Pairings: 40s!Steve x Reader

Summary: The stars feature in some important moments throughout your life.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (not a good idea irl), major character death, loss of virginity

Notes: My entry for @nataliarxmanxva season’s change writing challenge. My prompt was: Stargazing.

Idk guys, I tried out a different writing style with this one, not sure if it worked.

Starts off cute, but ultimately, it’s angst without a happy ending (fair warning yo). I had this planned to go one way, but then this story decided to march itself in the other direction and took me along for the ride. Hope you like it nonetheless.

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

“Steve,” you hiss.

Steve grumbles in his sleep, then turns his back to you as he rolls over. You huff indignantly. Unfazed, you poke his side insistently until he stirs awake, blinking the sleep out of his bleary eyes.

“Y/N?” Steve yawns, “What’re you doin’?”

“C’mon, ya big lug,” you whisper, grabbing his thin wrist and pulling him off the bed, “It’s a clear night,”. You pick up the small canvas bag you’d dropped on the floor, pulling it open to show him the contents. “See? I snuck some apples from home and packed some papers and a graphite for ya,”.

Steve shakes his head, trying his best to look more disgruntled than he really is. “You go on up,” he says, flapping his hand at you in a shooing motion, “I’ll join you in a bit,”.

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Sorry to be a bother but imagine Naruto singing I won't give up by Jason Mraz to Sasuke

When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky

Originally posted by tobiasjc

Or a beautiful sunrise
There’s so much they hold

Originally posted by mobpsycho100

And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Well I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

And when you’re needing your space, to do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting, to see what you find

Originally posted by sasukemabae

Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth

Originally posted by roro-chan-4ever

We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up

Originally posted by roro-chan-4ever

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make

Originally posted by hey-usuratonkachi

Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake

Originally posted by nagisa-as

And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn

Originally posted by eternity-of-moon-and-sun

We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not and who I am

Originally posted by red-beet-soup

Yes, I can imagine :’)

Sunshine [P.P]

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Summary: You fully believe that your boyfriend (Peter) is cheating on you due to his disintrest in your relationship lately, so how do you confront him? 

Words: 1549



It was no secret in your relationship that Peter Parker had the voice on an angel. He could make any song sound utterly beautiful weather it be one of John Legends best hits or that annoying but catchy song from one of those adverts that play on tv an excessive amount.

Peter had sung you songs by a variety of artists, sometimes even just humming tunes that he’d heard but had no clue of the name or where he’d heard it.

But there was that one song that was your song, it was one that was sung so often between you two that the lyrics would be permanently imprinted in your brain and no, it never got old.

Peter didn’t have to say I love you, or promise he’d always be there. All he had to do was sing that song and you were content. You know the saying ‘butterflies in your stomach’? Well you felt butterflies in your heart every time you heard him hum the meaningful tune.

You adored Peter and all of his little quirks. Like the way he’d unconsciously chew at the tip of his pen when he was deep in thought, or the way he’d ask before placing a hand on your waist or around your shoulder. You even adored the way he’d showered you with red and white roses as a belated valentine’s day present after he couldn’t be there due to a trip for the Stark Internship.

Peter Parker was your sunshine, your only sunshine. So why was it, that something, more so someone was trying to take your sunshine away.

It must’ve been the third time in two weeks that Peter had stood you up, running off to god knows where making the plans you two had made completely slip his mind. In the past those plans had simply consisted of study dates so you weren’t too fused. But now you were done up head to do. Clad in a beautiful dress you’d spent sums of money on, makeup done to the point of perfection and hair up like a princesses would.

You waited around an hour for him to pick you up for dinner, a way of him apologizing for being so distracted. That was an hour of sitting around twiddling with your hair, debating whether or not you had overdressed and sending him multiple texts about his whereabouts.

But of course after an hour, you knew he wasn’t coming.This in fact just proved what you’d been trying not to think about, the horrible, absolutely terrible thought that was looming over your shoulder just waiting for the right moment to rip you down.

He was cheating. Peter Parker, was cheating.

You were unsure how long you spent crying, but you were a mess. Makeup smeared over your eyes, sticking to your cheeks making you look like the definition of a mess. Your hair that you’d been previously obsessing over was thrown around, no where near as well done as it had been. You’d locked your door, refusing to even let your mother in to see you in such a wreck. Although you were craving one of her motherly hugs they’d only done so much when you were a kid and had fallen off of your bike, scraping a knee or twisting a bone. How were they meant to heal a broken heart?

God Peter Parker, you really fucked up this time.


You were finishing up getting the last of the smeared makeup off when you heard the familiar sound of your bedroom window creaking, the sound it made when Peter was visiting after curfew.The first thing Peter noticed when he climbed through the window was the dress hanging by the door. He could only imagine what you’d look like in it. You were utterly beautiful in his eyes, not a single flaw

“Y/N?” he called quietly, knocking on the connected bathroom door. When no answer came he simply tried again. “Cmon Y/N…I know I stood you up and I-I’m really sorry okay?”

Your hands tightly gripped the bathroom sink, your knuckles practically turning white from the pressure. He thought that he could just waltz in and say a simple sorry, win your heart back and everything would go back to normal? You internally scoffed at the thought.“Just come out here and we can talk about what happened” You wiped away any remaining tears, refusing to look weak in front of the boy that had successfully broken you down. The next thing you know you’re standing face to face with Peter, you can see immediately just by looking him in the eyes that he’s sorry, but sorry wasn’t good enough.

“Talk about what happened? Okay.” You start, after thinking about what you wanted to say to him for the last 2 hours you were practically prepared with internal cue cards. “Why did you stand me up tonight Peter? Don’t lie to me”

Peter stands still for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any ounce of forgiveness. “I was with May, an emergency came up last minute. Look I promise i’ll take you out tomorrow to make up for it okay?”

You laugh, feeling fresh tears spill from your eyes. “I called May when you didn’t show up, she told me she had no idea where you were”

Peter sighs and runs a hand through his hair, gripping the roots for a moment. “Look i just need you to trust me okay? I’ll make up for tonight”

“Trust you? You’re always texting someone when we’re together and not to be over controlling or anything but whenever I ask who you’re texting you tell me it’s just ‘no one’ but it’s getting to the point where this ‘no one’ is more important to you than you own girlfriend and if it really was just ‘no one’, you’d be able to look me in the eyes when you say it” You were rambling, one of the signs that you were either about to break down into a puddle of tears or explode in anger.

“Y/N…” Peter stepped towards you, attempting to grab your shaking hands but instead you flinched away, not wanting him to touch you in such a romantic way if in fact you were right. He could’ve been holding another girl’s hands in the same way he was about to hold yours.

“No. You stood me up tonight for the third time in two weeks and I just- It’s unfair on me. God Peter all I can think about when you touch me now is whether or not you’re touching some other girl the same way. Do you sing our song to her too? Am I just a game now?”

Peter doesn’t speak, instead he turns away for a moment and begins fiddling with his fingers. You decide to fill in the silence.

“I’ll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me to love another, You’ll regret it all one day”

 “I promise you I’m not cheating and I can prove it, I just- Fuck i don’t want to put you in danger” Peter rambles. His heart was practically beating out of his chest, was losing you worth keeping his secret?

“Danger? Jesus Pete you better not have joined a gang”

“I’m Spider-man, I’ve been on my phone constantly because Mr Stark could text me for a mission at any moment and the reason I stood you up is because I’ve been out helping make Queens a safer place” Is all Peter says before another sarcastic laugh leaves your lips, for a second you actually thought he was going to tell you the truth and try to fix your relationship.

“We’re done. Have fun making Queens a safer place, Spiderman” You turn to walk out, not expecting a sticky, string like substance to hit you on the waist. You turn around, seeing the Webs led back to Peter.

Your mouth hangs open in shock for a moment, Peter had the same expression on his face. You truly were dating the hero everyone had been talking about. He gives the webs a tight tug and in an instant you were pulled into his arms, inches from his face.

“I told you the truth, I’m Spiderman” You reach a hand down and touch the substance, seeing it feels exactly like real spider webbing only much, much stronger.

“Peter… Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asks, still in shock with the whole situation.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt” He begins “Look, I’m going to make everything up to you but tonight can we please just relax together? I’m exhausted” Peter points to the large bags under his eyes, yours looked familiar.

“Sounds like a plan… first you have to get this off of me”

Later that night Peter shows you his suit, even letting you try on the mask. With nothing but love and adoration on his features he holds you tight, whispering the lyrics of your favourite song while you fall asleep.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey, You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don’t take my sunshine away”

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February spits; not a lot for this month but that’s fine also you can totally tell which one’s the favorite

His Girl - Part 4: The last part ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: OKAY, I CAN’T BELIEVE! OKAY, I BELIEVE BC I WROTE, BUT AAAAAAAAA IT’S ~CRIES THE LAST PART, GUYS! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT AND THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY FIRST IMAGINE (SOMEONE X READER) SERIES.

SONG: YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

A SEB FOR ALL OF YOU!

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta all the His Girl’s parts ♡ 

✘ Summary: Sebastian sees his ex girlfriend (the person he’s still in love with, by the way) dating a New Directions’s guy, Sam Evans. Of course, Sebastian is going to get his girl back, after all, she’s his girl. She always was and always will be. And he’s hers. Which doesn’t mean they’ll be back at the first look.

Originally posted by superskyblue


(Y/N):

I admit, we have to talk about what’s going on.

You sent that message to Sebastian an hour ago, asking him to meet you in the garden at your house and sending your address to him shortly there after.

Sebastian:

On my way. With some condoms, of course.

You just rolled your eyes when you saw that message for the first time, but now it was the tenth time you re-read it, and you were nervous.

A black car parked in front of your house, and soon a tall, pale figure emerged from it. Sebastian quickly found you sitting on the grass.

“Do I really have to sit there? These Dalton trousers cost the price of all New Directions members’ clothes together.” Sebastian smirked, but you knew him too well to let his usual stance trick on you, he was nervous. “Except you, of course.”  You looked at the place on your side and he sighed, sitting there. Sebastian took your hand and played with your fingers. You looked at him and Seb laid his forehead against yours. “You’re still my girl, no matter who you are with. You are mine.”

“I suddenly turned into an object and no one warned me?” You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move away from him.

“You know I did not mean it like that.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “And you love when I call you mine. ” He smirked.

“Shut up.” You laughed lightly, you weren’t going to admit it now, no matter how much he knew. You sighed and looked into his emerald eyes, that had to be sorted out. “I love you, Seb. And I’m sorry for what I did in Paris. It wasn’t right, I should have told you before. ”

“I’m sorry for getting so angry and not saying goodbye to you.” He said, and you knew how rare Sebastian was to apologize. 

For now, he would not tell you that he had rushed to the airport at the last minute with a little box containing a ring in his hand, that story could be told when he was proposing, this time in the right way.

You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, in an eskimo kiss, both of you smiling. You rested your head on his shoulder as Sebastian hugged you to his side and whispered a song in your ear. One of your favorites, you couldn’t believe he remembered.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I bowed my head and I cried

Sebastian kissed the side of your head gently.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don’t take my sunshine away

You looked at him, and he was already looking at you. His feelings exposed in that song and his fucking expressive green eyes.

I’ve always loved you and made you happy

And nothing else could come between

But now you’ve left me to love another

You have shattered all my dreams

Sebastian held your hand, bringing his lips close to yours.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don’t take my sunshine away

His lips finally (re) found yours, the kiss beginning gentle, unhurried. You put your arms around his neck, you had missed it so much, no kiss on earth compared to any kiss between you and Sebastian. He deepened the kiss, him feeling the taste of your lips, which he had yearned for. You broke the kiss for lack of air, but kept the Warbler close to you.

“Even though you’re still my girl even when you’re with another guy, I want you to be mine only. ”

“Actually, I broke up with him today.” Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, a smug smile on his face. “And before you make any comments about his mouth or something,” Sebastian snorted. “He noticed something was weird between you and me, and I told him everything. I noticed that if I really cared about him, I had to be honest. And I had to be brave to fight for you and me, too. I told the Glee club, they were a bit surprised to find out you had a girlfriend, but…” You shrugged. “Some comments later and it’s not as if you were their favorite person in the world, but they accept it, us. And Sam is still my friend, so all is okay. Honestly, I’m surprised it ended up like that.’’ You confessed. You had held it in, you, Seb and the break up with Sam, for some time not to hurt Sam and, to be honest, not to hurt yourself.

It’s amazing and scary how a single moment or a series of small moments can change your opinion of something in a pretty fast time.

’‘But that’s not the end.” Sebastian smirked.

“What’s the ending, then?” You smiled back. Sebastian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, like it was clear.

“You and I dating again and having really great sex, of course. ”

“You really do know how to be cute.” You said wryly.

“I know, how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like me.” He smirked and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him up. “Good answer.” The Warbler said as you parted, already kissing you again, but the voice of your mom interrupted.

“Sebastian?” Your mother smiled and you two stood up from the grass.

“Hey, Mrs. (Y/L/N).” Sebastian smiled at length. ‘’Mr (Y/L/N). “

’'Come on, Smythe. You’ve known us for a long time, you can use our names.” Your dad said. “Did you watch the Sunday’s Lacrosse match?”

“Of course, I still can’t believe the result. If they don’t recover in the next game, they have no chance of getting a good place.” Of course, you had forgotten how your dad and Sebastian were crazy about Lacrosse games.

“Right, boys. Before you start talking about Lacross and after basketball and who knows what else, I have to ask. Is my favorite son-in-law my son-in-law again?” You smiled, holding Sebastian’s hand and taking the lead to answer your mom’s question.

“Yes, he is.’

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Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader | Part 1

Fic Type: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader, Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Pan is itching for adventure, and he gets more than he bargained for. Here’s Part 2.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I have been needing to do a OUAT Peter Pan imagine for some time, so here it is. (Your hair will be long in this story, as you are a mermaid and idk I just think mermaid should have long hair. So sue me.)


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Something Different (Gaston x Reader)

Part 3 of “Another Look Around”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings: None

Tags: @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @lovelylpevensie

A/N: YA’LL ARE AMAZING OK. OUT OF THIS WORLD AMAZING. GIVE YOURSELF A MIC DROP CAUSE THAT’S HOW AWESOME YOU ARE OK


    The tavern was no less alive by the time the skies began to pale into early morning light than it had been when you arrived the previous night. You’d lost track of the time long ago, somewhere around the third dance. If Belle had been surprised to hear that you’d accepted Gaston’s invitation, then she probably would’ve fainted had she witnessed the pair of you together all night long.

    You had danced like the only people in the room, twirling around Gaston and allowing him to sweep you off your feet and spin you in circles. For hours straight the entire tavern was engulfed in song and dance, and you didn’t miss an instant of it. You laughed endlessly, sometimes so hard you had to clutch his arm to keep yourself from falling over. You were never out of each other’s sight, and Gaston even nearly punched a man giving you too much unwanted attention once. It took the efforts of both you and LeFou to convince him to leave the drunkard unharmed.

    You forgot entirely about the world outside the walls of the cozy pub, Belle’s disapproval, the new book waiting for you at home, everything except the current moment and the man with whom you were spending it with.

    It must’ve been approaching five a.m. by the time drowsiness finally started kicking in. You and Gaston were sitting around a table watching LeFou attempt to arm-wrestle with a man named Stanley, but keeping your eyes open was becoming a challenge. Your body began tipping slowly against Gaston’s, and soon you were nodding off on his shoulder. It wasn’t until he turned his head to speak to you that he noticed. Chuckling softly, he reached his hand over and brushed his fingers across your cheek.

    Your eyelids lifted slowly, and you looked up at his smiling face blearily. “I think it’s time somebody got home, don’t you?” Gaston murmured. You were actually quite comfortable where you were, but knowing that he was right, you hummed in agreement and reluctantly straightened yourself up. Gaston stood and retrieved his coat before returning to you and offering you a hand up. As you took it you turned to the two men wrestling arms and bid sleepily, “See you later LeFou.”

    LeFou glanced towards you momentarily and smiled before engaging his opponent once more. Gaston placed his hand on your back and steered you towards the door.

    “Thank you for everything, Louisa,” you called towards the bar as he opened it. The red-haired woman gave you a hearty smile and shouted back, “Goodbye, love! Be sure to come again soon!” You grinned and gave a final wave before slipping through the door and joining Gaston outside.

    The air was chilled and the ground was glossed with dew, the sky glowing a cloudless, pallid periwinkle. The petals of the flowers in the tiny gardens were still tightly pulled together, sleeping until daybreak. The moon was now a ghostly figure illuminating the treetops that gently swayed in the soft breeze.

    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Gaston voiced, noticing the way you gazed around the empty courtyard. You smiled at him and nodded, taking his arm and beginning the walk towards home. “It’s so peaceful,” you said. “Like something out of a book or…”

    “A dream?” he finished. You looked up at him tiredly and answered, “Exactly.” He grinned at you and inhaled deeply, directing his eyes to the sky. “Hunters learn to appreciate the simplicity of the dawn. For many of us, it’s the only time we live in.”

    You stifled a yawn and replied, “It must be wonderful. Out in the woods alone with this kind of stillness and beauty.”

    “Yes, it is,” he answered. “Perhaps you’d like to accompany me sometime and see it for yourself.”

     You beamed. “I would, very much. Thank you.”

    Gaston’s smile was interrupted by a frown as he noticed you shiver, goosebumps spreading over your skin. “Wait,” he said quickly, halting and shrugging off his red jacket. “Take this.”

     “Oh, I’m fine. Besides, it’s not much farther to -”

    The heavy material fell around your shoulders, and Gaston placed his hand on your waist. “I insist,” he smirked. You could do nothing but smile back, relaxing into his embrace as your eyes fell heavy once more. You eventually gave in and leaned fully into him, shutting your eyes and allowing him to guide you with his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even notice when your feet left the ground, slipping under sleep’s influence as Gaston carried you the rest of the way home, held tightly against his chest, an incurable smile on his lips that looked nothing like his usual dashing simper. A smile that was formed for once out of pure happiness…


    The light beaming behind your lids pulled you from a deep, warm sleep. Drawing in a long sigh, the combined scents of smoke, pine, and something else indistinguishable but familiar swirled around your senses, making a lazy smile appear on your lips. You recognized the intoxicating smell, but couldn’t seem to place it at the moment. You shifted to stretch your legs and felt a course fabric rub against your cheek, and that was when your eyes flew open.

    You sat bolt upright, your heart leaping as you realized the mix of pine and smoke was something that always lingered on one person. Gaston.

    For a panicked moment you looked around your room, bathed in bright sunlight, expecting to see him standing there somehow. Relief washed over you like cool water upon realizing that you were alone.

    Looking down, you found yourself still clothed in your dress and corset from the previous night with Gaston’s large coat wrapped around your figure, which was no doubt the source of the alluring woodsy essence.

    You shook your head and heaved a sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you tried to remember last night.

    You recalled leaving the tavern, walking home with Gaston and your conversation about going hunting, but after that it was a hazy blur. You vaguely seemed to remember being carried to the front door, but you couldn’t decide if you were simply imagining stumbling up the stairs and collapsing on your bed, or if Gaston had indeed carried you all the way.

    You clumsily hauled yourself off the bed, hearing the sounds of pots banging together in the kitchen. You ran your fingers hastily through your tangled hair and started towards the kitchen. Judging by the intensity of the light coming through your windows, it was well past your usual rising time. You trotted quickly down the stairs, arriving in the kitchen at a startled halt.

    Belle and your mother were chatting contentedly while preparing the midday meal, your best friend placing the dishware around the table while your mother cut and quartered potatoes.

    “Belle!” you exclaimed with a smile. Belle wheeled around, gave a pleasant grin and surged forward to embrace you tightly. When she pulled back she explained, “I was on my way to Pere Robert’s and decided to stop in.” Then she leaned in and whispered, “I want to hear all about last night.” Then, noticing your attire for the first time, she raised an eyebrow and said accusingly, “Where did you get that?”

    You gave her a flat look, knowing that she knew perfectly well where you got it. Nevertheless, you indulged, responding, “It was chilly when Gaston walked me home. He gave it to me to keep me warm.

    “Well, wasn’t that kind of him,” your mother commented, throwing a handful of chopped potatoes into a large pot of water. “Yes it was,” you muttered, glaring at Belle’s smugly suggestive countenance.

    Desperate to change the subject, you wandered over to your mother and asked, “Where’s Papa?”

    She glanced at you and responded, “He and Maurice left this morning to speak to Monsieur Barthelemy about repairing that rusty old fence around the rear vegetable patch.”

    You frowned. Monsieur Barthelemy, the cranky old village blacksmith was known for his outrageously unfair prices. Even if your father and Maurice could talk him down, the cost of repairing the deteriorating fence would be a hard blow.

    You concerns were forgotten when you spotted a familiar face through the window over the kitchen sink. Your lips parted, and you touched your mother’s shoulder as you said, “I’ll be right back, mama.”

        She nodded, then you quickly clambered out of the crimson jacket and skipped out the door, down the steps and made your way to where Gaston and LeFou were standing with two other men, both of whom you recognized from the tavern. You stopped a few feet away, then called out, “Gaston, catch!”

    Gaston turned swiftly, albeit with confusion evident in his expression, just in time to see you toss the coat towards him. He took a step forward, expertly snagging it out of the air, then gave a deep laugh. You grinned and crossed the rest of the way to him.

    “Thank you,” you said genuinely. Gaston shifted his weight onto one leg and returned, “It was my pleasure, (Y/N).” His smile was blinding white, and there seemed to be a different kind of aura around him that impossibly increased his attractiveness. You weren’t the only one that noticed either. You paid no mind to the three sisters that you and Belle had so fondly dubbed “The Bimbettes”, who were scowling at you from across the square.

    “So…” you continued, shuffling your bare feet on the warm cobblestone. “When are you taking me hunting?”

    Gaston’s eyes glinted, and he couldn’t help a triumphant grin. “Simply name the time, mademoiselle.”

    You raised an eyebrow, considering your next words. Then you held out your hand and replied, “Care to discuss it inside?”

051. idol!seokjin

051. “i wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. will you marry me?”

Seokjin was an open book. Ah, wait. Let’s rephrase that. Seokjin was an open book that revealed most of everything to the world except the tiny words in between like a lawyer would warn to use a magnifying glass over to read all of the fine print. Not everyone had the privilege of owning that particular object. It took trust and comfort to achieve that and time and dedication to prove to him that yes, you like his personality more than his face. And little did you know, you had that magnifying glass from the moment you met him.

Easily, anything and everything you could want to know about Seokjin was handed over to you just like that. Sometimes it would take more than just asking. There are days where arguments let you learn something about him and yourself. There will be times where you’d have to make mistakes to find out that they can be fixed together and some… alone. In the mix of loving Seokjin there was pain, tears, agony and loneliness and sometimes altogether in one day or a month and months when he’s away.

But… there was also happiness, laughter, soft phrases whispered into your ears that kept you up at night and also the ones that repeated until you fell asleep. There are moments you can’t describe because it feels so surreal to be by his side and then there are ones that you see everyday and won’t appreciate it until that’s the only thing you see when you walk around your empty home made for two.

Anyway, none of that mattered when you’re actually with him. These thoughts never have the chance to pop up or come around when he looks at you and all you can think about are the things that revolve around him. Be it if he took out the trash or if he had enough rest before heading to work.

Tonight felt different.

It’s different because you can’t feel your heart beating when the words he’s saying only processes in your mind after echoing for a few times.

“Marry me, Y/N,”

On top of a rooftop where the skies are quiet and the streets surprisingly muted for the night. His hand in yours and you gaze down with your mouth opening and closing, unable to say anything and the only thing you can do is stare at the ring he’s holding up. When you’re able to digest everything, you look up to him with a word that makes him laugh - even if it’s the one he wasn’t expecting to hear.

“W-What?”

He laughs, and it feels like the moon itself came down to let his eyes form the crescents that make your heart swoon. He’s prepared for this, somehow. Squeezing your hand and looking down to your hand as he strokes it gently, his words following his suit.

“I know I said that I… wasn’t ready for marriage yet. But I thought about it hard and long and when I thought about my future and who I saw myself with,” Seokjin looks up to you and that’s the same time you do too, “I saw you,” Past your erratic heartbeat, you feel the pressure Seokjin feels on your hand as he holds it tight, “Only you,”

“I… I’m a hard person to please, Kim Seokjin,”

He laughs, because it’s true.

“I know,”

“I can get fussy sometimes,”

“I know that too,”

“I… I’ll nag at you a lot,”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,”

“…shit, I guess I have no other choice then now, do I?”

Seokjin laughs because he knows what your answer is. And you’ve already given it the moment you started giving him reasons to back out on his proposal. He quietly reveals rings and rings that he slips one on your finger, the other on his own and the emotions hit you harder than your tears fall from your eyes.

“Y-You had it all planned - you - fucking - oh my god…”

He fills the spaces of your fingers with his own, relishing on the feeling of being able to feel your ring pressed to his skin and now you feel the same about that, too. In your mind, at least. Where your sobbing doesn’t get in the way of trying to describe how you feel.

“I love you, Y/N.”

10

Please pray for Santa Rosa, California and all cities affected by the Tubbs Fire.

Santa Rosa is where I was born and have spent all 17 years of my life here. This place is all I know. It was immensly scary how much happened. The skies turned black immensely fast and the moon turned red. Everywhere you look you could see a bright orange glow. And you never knew when youd have to leave or how close the fires could be spreading. Theres over 175,000 people in this area and nearly everyone was forced to evacuate. It is a very sad day as most of my friends have completely lost their house and have no where to go. We have also lost our landmark the Round Barn, which can be traced back to the founding of Santa Rosa.

It started late last night and spread over 20,000 + acres of land.

So far there are 10 confirmed deaths and over 150,000 + homes completely lost.

The 2 major hospitals in the area had to be evacuated and firefighters from all over California, as well as surrounding states have come to help.

The fire is 0% contained and could jump and start more anytime.

All of these seperate fires were spread by 50 + mph dry winds. It created around 20 + seperate fires that kept spreading.

Entire blocks, mobile home parks, and stores have been completely wiped out.

Please pray for all 3 counties affected by this fire.

The Rush of Blood - part 1

A/N: heyo! so this is my first sort of major writing post on here and I didn’t completely edit all of it, so I’m hoping for the best I guess (I probs could’ve written more). I also wrote this for a friend of mine so make sure to check her out because she’s absolutely fantastic @scrabblesense (: enjoy!

Word Count: 1,925

Notes: This is a poly!hamilsquad x reader fanfic featuring the good ol’ gang au. disclaimer: the au doesn’t completely belong to me however all the ideas are truthfully mine. This is most likely going to be a series so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

T/W: mentions of past kidnap and torture, past abuse, violence, angst, and mentions on death. (if i missed necessary to note, let me know and I’ll add it)

Parts: 1 2




The atmosphere was riddled with a tension so thick you could choke on it. It seemed to blanket everything in the dark room with a sense of red hot outrage accompanied by undertones of blazing determination. Expressions were cold and devoid of emotions, the white-knuckled fists at each gang member’s side being the only telltale sign of disagreement. The silence that fell immediately after Angelica proposed her plan almost had a physical weight to it as it made your head pound and shoulders tense with each passing second. You would give anything to leave the suffocating room in that moment as anxiety bloomed in your chest.

Everyone told you before that your analytical skills were what made you the best at what you do, but right now you wished you could turn your brain off as the previous words bounced around in your skull. Thorough observations seemed to be all you were good for; You could remember license plates with just a glance, write out the police’s rotation schedules and usual stake-out spots, plan an escape route in a minute flat, determine someone’s motives and possible outcomes, even read a person’s expression and body language. Looking around at everyone in the small group, it was easy to pick out those opposed to the plan and who were supportive. As you took in each detail, your mind split things up piece by piece.

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