where is the pavilion


House on the Top in Curanipe

From the architects Mutar Estudio:

This house should give occasional shelter to the both couples who would use it together or separated. Given this condition of occupation, the program divides itself in three pavilions where each couple would be “owner” of one of this ones, meanwhile the third one – at center – would contain the common areas. The three pavilions locate parallel to each other but displaced in order to accommodate at the diagonal slope of the site. The distant landscape is captured by interior through large openings that frame it – like big paintings - extending the interior limits beyond its borders. 

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call me deep but … that cricket pavilion was where we used to see aaron go a lot when he was younger, when he was sad, angry, hurt, when he wanted to just get away from the noise of the village and now … yeah he took his husband with him there and had one of the most pure moments of his life with the man he loves most and -

yeah i’m cool, the relevance is hardly important.

anonymous asked:

Hi can you do headcanons about what'd happen to percy if annabeth would die and how'd the seven/nico/reyna/thalia help him? I know its awful but you know i cant stop think about it... I love you and your works thanks xx (Btw sorry about my english)

1) don’t apologize for your english! It’s great. 

2) this is rude af bruh 

  • he spends a lot of time training, doing anything to avoid sitting and thinking about her and the fact that she’s gone 
  • Jason tries to talk to him but after a few failed attempts he resolves to just train with Percy for as long as he needs him to 
  • Piper walks over to him at dinner one night and sits at his table, and doesn’t realize that she’s sitting where Annabeth used to sit until the dining pavilion starts shaking 
  • she gets up immediately and apologizes but Percy just storms off 
  • Jason, Piper, and Nico walk out behind him just in time to watch him walk into the sea and disappear under the waves 
  • the next morning Chiron finds him sitting on the beach and sits next to him and tells Percy how hard a time he’s having— “Losing her is just… it’s too much”— Percy consoles Chiron and breaks down for the first time himself 
  • they sit there together, leaning on one another and after a couple hours of silent companionship they head back into camp 
  • Percy finds Piper to apologize for scaring her and he knows she’s having a hard time too 
  • they take a walk around camp and spend a few hours talking about Annabeth and how much they miss her 
  • that night, Percy knocks on the door of Cabin  13 to ask Nico for a favor 
  • “I’m not taking you to the Underworld to see her, Percy. It’s not a good idea.“ 
  • Percy promises that’s not what he wants, but he needs Nico to deliver a message to Annabeth in Elysium— Nico agrees 
  • Nico doesn’t read the note that Percy hands him, he simply delivers it to Annabeth as promised 
  • the next morning, Percy finds an envelope taped to the door of Cabin 3 
  • he reads his own writing first “Wait for me?” and his heart skips a beat as his eyes skim that beautiful cursive he had come to love “Do you even have to ask, Seaweed Brain?” 
  • it’s easier after that 

Closure: Dad Revisits The Pavilion Where His Son Ate 2 Pinecones And Blew Any Shot He Had At Custody

Sometimes in order to move on, you have to revisit a painful place. Prepare to be moved.

Stay Part 2

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1735

Summary: Sam forgot Valentine’sDay, on top of having forgotten the reader’s birthday and their anniversary. So, he sets off to make it up to his girlfriend.

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Here is part two! ;) Two more parts to come! Enjoy!

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I Slip My Skin to See You

Jonsa Summer Challenge - Day 3 - Fixations

Submitted by: @vivilove-jonsa

“There he goes, lads. The King in the North, an unnatural beast, he is,” the old soldier from the Reach said.

“How so?” asked one of his comrades, a young solider still green as summer grass though winter had come.

“Haven’t you heard about Jon Snow?” the older man asked in response. The younger man shook his head. The other men of their group looked on inquisitively. “Well, gather round then, you lot, and I’ll tell you about Jon Snow, the King in the North. He’s the Bastard of Winterfell and the Blood of the Dragon both. A Brother of the Nights Watch and a Wildling. An oath breaker and an oath keeper. A warrior, a great swordsman, an avenger, an executioner. He killed a White Walker, they say. The man that was raised from the dead. A dragon rider. A wolf and a warg.”

“A warg?” the younger man scoffed at last. Of all Jon Snow’s names, that was the one that he questioned.

“Aye, a warg. That’s where he’s off to now. Every night he retreats to his pavilion alone. The Dragon Queen beckons him to come to her but he doesn’t. He goes to be alone with his thoughts, he claims. But instead he wargs into dragons and mythical beasts and sees far and wide.”

No, thought Jon from nearby as he laughed to himself. He would’ve said it if he’d thought it worth his while to correct their misapprehension. I do not go far and wide. I go home, the only place I long to be. I go to fulfill a need, a desire…a fixation that will not let me rest at night. Not until I see her.

He didn’t warg into the dragons, not at this time of day, though he had warged into Rhaegal and enjoyed flying without flying more than once.

But dragon blood or not, his heart was the heart of a wolf, a direwolf. And at night the wolf sought his pack far away to the south of him, safe within the walls of Winterfell for now.

He entered his pavilion and dismissed his squire and servant. He removed his cloak that Sansa had made for him so long and so many battles ago. He removed his armor. He sipped some ale and sat in his chair. He let the fire warm him and cleared his mind of war and its horrors.

He forgot about his company here in the heart of the war and thought of a softer and gentler companion. She had the heart of a wolf as well and, though she had suffered much, it had not made her so hard and cold that she could not love.

Jon allowed his eyes to roll back in his head and he slipped his skin.

He smelled the smoke and ash of the great fireplace and the lingering fragrance of roasted meats. His tongue lolled out at that thought but the man refused to be deterred. He had an appointment to keep, a desire to be met.

He heard the anxious talk of the men that had been left behind to defend their home…to defend his family till their very last breath.

He padded across stone floors and made his way to her chambers. His sharp nose could smell her before he even reached her. The guard stood aside but a direwolf could not knock on a door.

“My lady,” the guard called through the door.

The door opened before him and there she stood in her cloak. He knew she’d be wearing nothing but her night rail underneath.

“Ghost, come in,” she said with a knowing smile.

He moved swiftly through the doorway and to his appointed spot by the fire. He heard the chamber door click closed and his nostrils were filled with her. Sansa’s sweet smell. It was everywhere.

She cast off her cloak and he could see her slender form through the night rail. Her fiery auburn hair was unbound. Ghost whined and she joined him by the fire, sitting on the hearth rug and pulling out her brush.

She brushed her hair, three hundred strokes while singing to him. ‘Flowers of Spring’ and ‘My Lady Wife.’ She then brushed out his coat, each stroke a caress, a titillating promise. The wolf happily lay there contentedly by her side but the man in his tent leagues and leagues away grew stiff with desire.

And then Sansa would sing again. ‘The Maids that Bloom in Spring’ and ‘The Seasons of My Love’ and other songs Jon knew.

She nuzzled the direwolf’s soft, white pelt and whispered words in his large ear.

“I love you. I miss you. I need you to come back home again. Our pack is not whole without you and you are safer with us.”

Ghost nuzzled against her chest and licked her cheek eliciting a sweet and girlish giggled from the Lady of Winterfell.

And Jon took himself in hand and relieved the sweet ache brought on by Sansa’s innocent touch and sweet words so far away from him. A need, a desire that must be met.

Until I am home again and can see you with my own eyes once more, I must rely on Ghost to show you that you are loved and feel your love in return.

The Moon’s Dagger and The Sun’s Arrow -Jaemin!soulmate au

@idontknowahaechan - oooooohh soulmate!jaemin (this is4morgan n viv)

so in that case I guess i gotta tag you two dudes as well @secretlymadeoutofcups @jaeminnana and also @jaeminniemouse

Member: Na Jaemin

Type: Fluff mostly but maybe a slight bit angsty

Warnings: Mentions of death and suicide but it’s not that bad, Blood?

Plot: In a past life you and nana were soulmates but that ended badly thousands of years later he finds you again even if he didn’t know he was looking in the first place.

A/N- I personally cringed writing this not because it’s cringy (wait it might actually be idk my cringiness is clouding my judgement) but more because of how bad I think it is

Originally posted by nakamotens

It was a myth of love and heartbreak. The myth was about two people from different kingdoms, enemy kingdoms, who fell desperately and hopelessly in love. Due to the kingdoms ban on interactions between the peoples of the two kingdoms the two were forced to keep their love secret meeting only in a pavilion surrounded in a pond, flowers and vines in the silence of midnight. The legend says the soulmate’s love for each other was so greatly powerful that with the two of them together they could summon the light of the moon and the sun combined, the lights would dance with the couple encouraging their romance.

This paradise wasn’t eternal; war broke out and the couple was separate. One was injured, with an arrow whilst the other died in battle stab through the heart with a danger. There are two versions of the myth one states that so full of grief and rage, they would rather have died than be parted from their loved one, that they drowned themselves in the pond. The other version of the myth says they buried the dagger and the arrow under the pavilion and swore they would, in another life, be reunited with their lost love.

 You closed the book and set it down, you had read it again for what felt like the thousandth but you didn’t care it was still your favourite story whether it was real or not you didn’t care, it was hella cute even if it wasn’t a happy ending.

You got up from your pillow fort and walked over to your bags which lay packed ready to go. Your friends and you were going on a school trip to a camp an hour’s drive away for an ‘education experience of myths’ which in other words means the school wanted to get rid of the troublesome kids so they could redecorate the teacher’s lounge.

A text from your parents told you to clean your room and go through your packing list so you’re ready to go when they swing by.

You gather all the pillows and stuffed them under the bed along with most of the junk on your floor, this made it look clean but what your parents don’t know can’t hurt them soo.

You grabbed you bags and opened them, riffling through them with the speed of light and closing them again. Cleaning of the room, check and making sure I’ve packed properly, check.

The camp was big, like we’re talking so big it had a Museum of Myths (you we’re freaking out about this one), a lake, group activities and enough cabins to fit two schools, which it was. Another school was there when your bus stopped, a private school.

The two schools would be competing for ‘fun’ though out events in the camp. You wouldn’t take part in any events just watch from the side-lines and support your school.

The schools were way more competitive than the teachers had probably planned. Shouting swears and going as far as to pull pranks on each other. Fish, frogs and mouldy food had found its way into many peoples’ bed from both schools. Buckets of soup, lake water and spoiled milk had been placed all over the camp sending panic and chaos through ever camper.

One of the events was badminton, not wanting pranked you sat at the back whilst the players stepped onto the court. Then it began the shuttle was launched, players hitting it back and forth. Then you spotted him hitting the shuttle on the opposing team’s side.

His hair curled the colour of hazelnuts and chocolate, a cheeky grin spread on his face gracing the world with its presence, plump pink lips and kind charming eyes. He seemed to radiate positivity and sunshine. He moved with grace and elegance trying to defeat the player from your school.

His school was winning and only had one more point to score before they took the victory for that event. That’s exactly what he did, smacking the shuttle out of the reach of his opponent reach and claim his school another victory. You didn’t care about the game or who wins it but when he got the victory you couldn’t help but feel happy for him, even though a wave of swears and hatred went through your school

He beamed a smile and did a cute little fist pump in the air. He looked over the audience and his eyes met yours, his smile faltered for a minute while he looked at you. Averting your eyes, you started to talk to your friends at your sides, but you still felt his lingering gaze upon you.

After dark the hatred remained and the schools increased the horridness of the pranks after the badminton game. Some kids had been thrown into the lake others had all their clothes hidden after showering. You had managed to stay clear of all the awful things until midnight when you desperately needed the bathroom. You were slightly terrified of the dangers but screw it you needed to get it over with.

Slipping on your converse and taking a flashlight you headed out into the dark.

You got far enough to trick yourself into believing that you would be fine but stupid universe just wasn’t gonna let it happen that way. You walked right into a trip wire and set off a chain reaction which led to the bucket of fish guts above your head. The bucket tilted ready to spill its contents all over your head a hand swooped in snaking around your waist ripping you from the danger. The figure didn’t let go after the fish guts hit the ground inches from where you both stood, instead they led you out from the cover of the trees and out into the open. The moonlight acted as a flashlight shining on his handsome features as he smiled down at you.

“Hi, found you” he smiled at you, hand still around you.

“H-hi, you were looking for me?” you timidly said confused about what that meant.

“Yeah I remembered you from the badminton and I had to find you after the game” he said giving you a cheeky little wink, he continued to speak “I want to show you something, follow me” he let go of you and walked back into the trees.

“Wait one minute boy, I don’t know your name let alone trust you, a stranger, to walk me into the forest” you half yelled, but that wasn’t completely true you did have this extremely odd feeling that you could trust him which is why when he didn’t answer you ran in after him anyway. He waited for you beside a tree and when you caught up he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers with his.

You weren’t too shocked by this because the feeling of this being so right pushed those thoughts out your head.

“My names Na Jaemin” even in the darkness you could see he had given you another smile which for first time you retuned, he then began to walk again you slightly behind him.

The walk went on for a good twenty minutes and then you saw it, light from your flashlights illuminating the waters of the pond and the white marble of the pavilion. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he led you closer. A bridge took you both across the pond and he parted the vines and pulled you in after him. This place seemed so familiar to you, Jaemin seemed so familiar to you.

Jaemin led to the centre and let go of your hand walking up to a pillar and taking matches from his back pocket, striking it and lighting a torch, the flame from the torch carried on in a line around the pavilion until the small space was completely lit. You could see the floor pattern now a Heart with a dagger and an arrow through it.

Jaemin stepped back into the centre and took both your hands.

“You know what my name is, shouldn’t you at least return the favour” you pondered what he was asking.

“Y/N!” you sorta blurted out. Then blushed. A LOT.

He hysterically laughed at you then stepped close letting go of one of your hands and brushing his thumb over your cheek. You looked into each other eyes before your eyes flickered done to his pink lips then back to his beautiful dark orbs. He moved in closing the gap connecting his lips lightly to your own his hand cupped your face while the other set itself on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you both started to move your lips. The emotion in the kiss made it seem like you were both making up for thousands of year’s worth of lost time.

You opened your eyes and immediately stopped kissing him looking down at his chest were under his shirt a bright golden light illuminated and spilled out spiralling around you both. Focusing on his chest you hadn’t noticed the silvery light spilling out of your own chest. Jaemin seemed just as shocked as you gaping open mouthed as both the lights tangled together like intertwining threads.

Your vision began to go blurry like a silk vail shielded your vision, then you remembered the war, the pavilion and Jaemin your very own sunshine. You looked down and saw a dagger plunged deep into your chest and the pain and heart break you felt knowing you were dying leaving Jaemin behind. Then the memory ended and you found yourself sitting on the floor looking at the floor of the pavilion where the arrow and dagger looked back. You looked up, Jaemin sat in front of you still in a trance, you crawled over to him cupping his face in your hands as the memories of your past life flood your brain causing your eyes to tear up.

Jaemin’s eyes opened. He reached up and pulled you to him to reconnect your lips this time he knew why he was so madly in love with you. You broke apart from the passionate kiss.

“Found You” he said a smile plastered on his face “My precious moon light, my soulmate, my dagger”

Originally posted by catweeen

Ok, so not sure if i like this one but I’m gonna post it anyway just in case it’s not as bad as I think it is, yo does that even make sense?

homecoming w/ chenle [REQUESTED]
  • alright alright 
  • w a r n i n g: this is unedited
  • im so sorry this is late
  • and to the seventeen requests, admin kaze has said that she will do them instead
  • but im almost finished with the wonwoo req, the one that was requested 1234567890 million years ago im so sorry pls forgive me
  • so this is another version of confessing to chenle
  • i named it differently bc it’s going to be confusing af when admin sora makes a masterlist
  • btw im sorry if this is a lil bit boring. im running dry on ideas
  • so here we go
  • so your school has the homecoming dance three weeks from now
  • and like, even if it’s early yo friends already have dates like wth
  • they quick af
  • and guess what fam
  • no you already have a date!!!
  • its not going to be a fic where he asks you first hahaha no sorry
  • not chenle
  • your guy friend who asked you out because your moms said so
  • and his name is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • yes him
  • but y’all are completely platonic reader trust me
  • alright so yeah
  • its only 3 weeks away, and honestly, you don’t really care that much
  • because dances ew
  • but you like dresses
  • hell even i do
  • just not the fru fru ones
  • aNYWAY
  • your moms practically planned everything for you and renjun, like down to the last detail
  • like your dress matches his tie and like the corsage is already picked out y’all just have to get it
  • and like even the color of your nails
  • it has to match renjun’s suit
  • (im sort of scareddd for you reader, you guys might look waaaaay too matchy matchy)
  • so yeah
  • when does chenle get added into the mix?
  • so actually, chenle is renjun’s cousin
  • and he studies in the same school, your batch, but different section
  • renjun is older than you by a year btw and your moms are bffs
  • and well here we have practices for the dance
  • so that happens with you and renjun
  • an accident occurs
  • dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun
  • and well, renjun becomes a temporary cripple
  • and since chenle owes renjun because he broke renjun’s new headphones (he told him to be careful dammit)
  • he agreed to be your partner until renjun gets better
  • and so your love story with lele begins
  • renjun told you about his deal with chenle, and at first you were skeptical, because you didn’t know him that well
  • but renjun convinced you that chenle is a OKAY *insert thumbs up*
  • and he introduces you
  • and chenle’s got this cute ass smile on his face as he introduces himself
  • and you notice how squishy he really is and realize that this boi is harmless
  • or is he really
  • everyday, you guys practice the waltz
  • and everyday you slowly get fond of chenle
  • and vice versa
  • and its a noticeable change, but not by much
  • not unless you’re very observant
  • which renjun is but 
  • so yeah, you get close
  • you don’t feel awkward when chenle puts his hand on your waist
  • and he doesn’t feel his face burn when you smile at him
  • because now its his heart burning bc hot damn you’re so beautifuuuuul
  • one time, your feet were really hurting bc you have to practice the dance in heels
  • and well the whole time you were basically whining and chenle gets so irritated that he just makes you go barefoot
  • but he removes his shoes too,,,,,,,
  • he doesn’t let you look stupid alone
  • and idk why, but it just seems so sweet
  • and that time when it suddenly rained and the both of you were stuck in one of the pavilions close to the area where you practiced
  • you were very wet because you ran behind chenle and he was quick af
  • and well, let’s just say he gave you his jacket as soon as you got to shelter, or the pavilion 
  • you didn’t even ask
  • (this is irrelevant but this situation happened to me, but it wasn’t raining, it was just reaaaaaaaaaally cold. and like the guy is a classmate who was sort of a former crush but whatever, and i was shivering and hugging my arms and i was surprised because suddenly there was a jacket right in front of me and idk it sort of gave me weirdass butterflies)
  • its cliche but let it be
  • moving on
  • you’re not absolutely sure, but the feelings started during that time when chenle was singing to you while you guys were dancing
  • it was like everyone else faded away, and only the two of you remained
  • and his smile was so gentle, his eyes showing emotions you could never fathom
  • like an enigma you were dying to solve
  • and the way his hands held you like you were something more, 
  • something that he holds dear
  • and it just made you melt.
  • but like,the day after, which is three days before the d-day, renjun gets better
  • and he replaces chenle
  • and well, you wont admit it, but you miss having chenle as your partner
  • dont get me wrong, renjun is cool, but there’s a difference
  • its just not the same
  • and it goes on until the actual dance
  • you denying that you missed having chenle as a partner
  • and well renjun plotting, so you and lele could be together
  • and you wanna know what he does? 
  • when you guys finally go to dance the dance you’ve been practicing for, renjun just grabs your face and kisses you
  • im pretty sure everyone would want renjun to kiss them but this is a lele fic y’all
  • and well, you’re shookt
  • like shookt af
  • you just stand still right there and remain unresponsive
  • because, what the hell
  • and chenle sees it, and he just leaves
  • as soon as renjun pulls away, you see chenle leaving the venue
  • and you just stand there, motionless
  • but renjun whispers in your ear
  • “go after him y/n. he needs to know how you feel”
  • and then you just snap
  • and you run after that dolphin boi, because he needs to know how you fucking feel 
  • and you follow chenle to the school parking lot where he’s just walking around and just walk straight toward him with big ass steps
  • grabbed his arm and said,
  • “zhong chenle, i like you.” 
Random Kiba Scenario

tbh i was wholly inspired by this gif and the song “Not Today” by Imagine Dragons.

Originally posted by dailynaruto

You watched as Kiba fingered a letter in his hands, his eyes not focused on anything yet everything. He seemed to be deep in thought.

“I thought I smelled bacon.” You joked, pulling your hoodie closer to your torso. You hadn’t bought a new one, this hoodie being the one Kiba bought for you years ago. It still fit like a glove. Simpler days, you thought.

“It’s more like steak,” His response was instant, causing bubbles of laughter to spill from your lips. When you had been caught in the Tsukuyomi, your dream, the genjutsu, held Kiba in it, sitting right at your side, holding a bouquet of flowers. The smile, now, that he held on his face seemed forced.

“What’s up? I know something’s wrong.” You were curious, to say the lease, but it felt like something worse than a simple “I forgot to do…”. 

He held up the letter, sitting firmly between his index and middle fingers. “It’s this letter.” His words were painfully obvious.

“Yeah? Is it a naughty letter?” You playfully nudged him.

Kiba let out a sound a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “I wish. No, it’s a love letter. I…” He sucked in air. Your eyes widened slightly, face feeling hot, thinking that- “It’s for this girl named Tamaki. She’s so pretty, ____. Like…” He groaned, trying to form the words necessary to explain it properly. Your heart sank, yet you hardly allowed it to show. You were you, and you didn’t - or at least tried not to - allow your emotions to control you. It was difficult, but doable.

“I get it. I get it completely.” You agreed, trying to make this as vague as possible. Your spirits were dampened, almost to the point where you didn’t think that it would ever light up again. Yet… Kiba Inuzuka was your friend. He would never not be. “They make you feel as if you’re on cloud nine; you wake up thinking of them; you go to sleep dreaming of them.”

“That’s exactly it!” Kiba’s smile grew once more, this time unforced. “How’d you know?”

I have those feeling for you, you idiot. “Call it a hunch.” You winked. Your next words wrenched at your heart, feeling as if someone was pulling your heart out of your chest. “Go get her.”

Kiba’s laughter was just enough to make you smile. “Thanks, ____!”

As soon as he left, you felt empty. Emotion drained from your face - your whole body. So he hardly thought about you. Big deal. You let out a shaky sigh as you stood, walking home.

*          *          *

About a hear had passed since then, and Tamaki, as you later learned, had accepted Kiba’s feelings towards her. Despite everything, you became close with her. Your friendship with Kiba was strained on your part, but he hardly suspected otherwise. After all, shinobi are supposed to suppress emotions, aren’t they? 

Lies, all of them. Whenever you saw them together hand in hand, you had to quickly excuse yourself. It still hurt that Kiba hardly thought of you as a romantic interest, and rather a platonic. It still cut deeper than any blade. 

“Hey, ____” Kiba approached you one day, startling you out of your reveries. Tamaki was no where in sight. He was practically glowing. “I know it seems a little sudden, and I don’t know if Tamaki asked you already, and it might seem weird-”

You forced out a laugh which sounded convincingly real. “Spit it out, Kiba.”

“R-Right… Well. I’m planning on marrying Tamaki. She… she said yes, and…” The words molded into gibberish. He’s… Marrying her… You forced a lump that had formed down your throat. Damn it, if you couldn’t suppress basic sadness, or heartbreak as the case may be. “I was wondering if you could stand at my side.”

You could barely hide your shock.

“Hello? Earth to ____?” Kiba’s lips were still turned up in a smile, and you could just see Hinata waiting for your reaction. She knew of your feelings towards Kiba, trying to be there for you whenever she could.

“U-Um…” Your voice cracked, desperately trying to keep it together. C’mon, ____! Just say yes! You bit your lower lip, trying even harder to keep it together. It wasn’t working, as tears quickly fell down your cheeks, hand snapping to your mouth. “S-S-Sorry…!” You ran off as fast as your feet could carry you, Hinata closely behind you.

You couldn’t stop these tears now.

*         *         *

It’s the day of the wedding, and you forced yourself to go, Tamaki inviting you. 

I… I’m only going for Kiba… I… Your thoughts were hardly coherent. Your heart had broken in more ways than one, but you tried as hard as possible to keep a neutral face, forcing the occasional smile.

You had arrived at the pavilion where they planned the reception, looking and examining the decor for the occasion. Tamaki was lucky to have a man like Kiba. 

“The wedding’s cancelled, ____.” Hinata ran up, Neji behind her, protecting her even here

“What? Why?” You held your right arm.

“Tamaki-san left, we hear.” Neji informed you, his grey eyes gleaming. He looked stunning in his suit, Hinata drop-dead gorgeous in her knee length dress.

Oh, no… You frowned, trying to find Kiba, running around the area, finding him on the third floor. He stood on the balcony, fingers laced together on the railing, glass of sparkling champagne in front of him.

“This was supposed to be shared between us…” Kiba’s words were heavy. You felt God awful about this whole thing. “Tamaki and me… We were supposed to share a dance here… Our first dance as a married couple…”

“What happened…?” You forced words to your lips, the words still shaky. You walked next to him, leaning on the railing next to him.

“She left… That’s it…” He refused to meet your gaze as he took a drink.

“I’m sor-” You began.

“No. You’re not.” Kiba stared at you, eyes angry and livid. His heart was breaking just as yours did. “She left because of you.” His footsteps echoed throughout the empty pavilion.

You sat on the bench. His words cut you deep, and just as you thought you’d been able to get past this, the wounds on your heart reopened.

You’d lost your closest friend in more ways than one.

Obsessive - Part 27

What’s gonna happen when they try to tell Clay? Will he even let Juice speak?

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**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)


You pulled up to TM on Juice’s bike and it was already dark. Chibs and Happy were sitting outside, their bikes were the only ones in the lot apart from Clay, who was undoubtedly sitting at the head of the table inside the chapel as he usually did when he had things to think over. You slid Juice’s bag off your shoulders and handed it to him, “I think you should stay outside with Chibs and Happy,” he cautioned and you nodded as he took your hand and led you up to the pavilion where his brothers were sitting at a picnic table. You let his hand go and he began heading towards the door, while you took your place at the picnic table beside Happy who nodded to you.

Chibs was already on his feet, jogging towards Juice who he headed off at the door to the clubhouse.

“Think abou’ what yer doin’ Juicey,” he warned, blocking the younger man’s path, “Clay is pissed at you.”

Juice huffed, “Chibs, it might seem like everything is fine now but it won’t be for very long. I need to talk to Clay. Move,” he reached an arm out to push Chibs aside who let out an exasperated chuckle and gripped the young biker’s wrist, “Aye, it migh’ be okay for you, but it ain’t okay for Clay. I’m no’ lettin’ ye go in there an’ have yourself killed over the lass because you want to be honorable. Ye already got two black eyes, boy.”

Chibs finished speaking and looked over to you, sitting on the table beside Happy who was leaned back, rolling a toothpick around in his mouth. He motioned with his head to Happy, beckoning him over, but you stayed planted on the bench, not wanting to be tied up in the drama any more than you already were..

“Chibs,” Juice sighed, beginning to show his agitation, “(Y/N) is in danger and her father needs to know. You can get out of my way or you can fucking come with me but I’m going in there brother.” He was determined to go in, just as Chibs was determined to stop him.
“Juicey, I’m lookin’ out for yer best interest here…” Chibs trailed off as Juice huffed and glared back at the Scotsman.

The two men stared each other down for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds before Chibs sucked in a deep breath and sighed, stepping away from the door and allowing Juice to pass.

“Hap, go with him,” Chibs ordered and Happy nodded, following behind the youngest biker as they both disappeared behind the heavy clubhouse door.

Juice was walking towards the chapel when he felt Happy’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around to look at his taller brother, who fixed him with a hard and protective look, “Maybe I should go in first…” Happy’s raspy tone trailed off and Juice swallowed, nodding and allowing Happy to overtake him and step in through the chapel door first. Juice’s heart was racing as he walked inside behind Happy to see Clay sitting at the head of the table. His cigar was in one hand, his other hand stretched out on the large Oak table, his pistol only inches away from his fingertips. For a moment, Juice hesitated to step inside, but then he remembered how important the information he had was, so he swallowed down the fear he was harboring, and stepped up, beginning to speak.

“Um, C-Clay…” his voice faltered causing Clay to lift his gaze to meet his own, “I, um… I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier… There’s, uh, something I need to tell you…” he paused, “when I left here I went to (Y/N)’s house and I ended up finding something that you need to see.”
“Unless it concerns my little girl’s safety–”
“–It does, Clay,” the anxiety in Juice’s voice made Clay tense but he said nothing. He glared at Juice as Happy stood beside him until finally Juice broke the silence again.

“Look, what happened between (Y/N) and I…” he paused, slinging his backpack off his shoulder and setting it on the table in front of him.
“I wanted it to happen and so did she. I really care about her Clay, but I received a threat from someone right after we spent a night together–”

Clay stood up, his chair screeching against the wood floors causing Juice to stop abruptly and take a step back defensively.

“Show me what you have,” Clay ordered as he leaned over the head of the table, placing his cigar in the ashtray.

Juice took a deep breath, gulping loudly and unzipping his bag to pull out the envelope and its contents and slid it across to the grey-haired man.

“You should have come to me as soon as this happened.” Clay sat back down in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face with frustration after seeing the contents of the envelope.

“I know, I know… and I’m sorry I didn’t but I was worried about what you’d do if you found out about us and… I fucked up. I know I did. I’m so sorry, Clay, but that’s not all.” Juice reached back into his bag and pulled out the photo you had received in the mail, handing it over to your father whose mouth gaped at the sight of it.

“That was sent to (Y/N) in the mail,” Juice stared intensely at the photo in Clay’s grasp, “….Same handwriting on the envelope it arrived in as the threats sent to me. Any idea who this guy is?”

“Jesus Christ,” Clay breathed, he looked up at the two men standing before him, focusing on the taller man.

“Get Chibs. One of you take (Y/N) back home to pack a bag, and bring her back here. Church in an hour, I need everyone here, have him let everyone know.” He ordered Happy, who had been standing by Juice’s side the whole time.

Happy nodded and retreated back towards to entrance to the bar. Clay then turned to Juice, “Go get your laptop. I need to you do a search on a name…” He sighed again, running his hand across the top of his hair, “I know who (Y/N)’s stalker is.”

Iron Heart 4

And another update!

Thank you @kiss-me-khaos and @aya-eisen for beta-testing this!

Some pern based terminology; Glows = glowing shrooms. A’reus = worthless, drunken bum

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Makarov loved a good party; there was usually lots of merriment, singing and dancing and good food with the best wine available. He loved watching his Weyr having a good time, despite the hard times they would experience sometimes. Especially now, with the Rogue riders plaguing the villages and haunting those whom escaped them. He could see it in his own people, the quick looks of pity to the survivors and flashes of fear that the rumors brought. He desperately wanted to wipe that fear away, and see them smile in peace. But to say that it was a problem he could solve easily was foolish, almost imbecilic.

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AN: Okay so I got the idea to do this while I was looking up this old Mexican urban legend El Cucuy, and someone in like a comments section was talking about how they were told that El Cucuy was another form of the devil, and that he’d choose one girl to dance with at a party and then take her to hell with him and I was like ooooooo so now we have a nice little one shot!

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: None!

Summary: Kylo Ren finds himself fascinated by (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a senator from Naboo. Fortunately for him, he finds the opportunity to watch her from up close when he finds out that she frequently attends the parties of some of the biggest socialites in the galaxy. Deciding to go in disguise, the night ends in a way that neither of you predicted.

The night air was still, but beginning to chill as you made your way up to the pavilion where the elegant party was being held, a tent hanging high over the party-goers, covering them from the stars in the night sky. The glow from the top of the hill was warm and familiar, soothing to you. These parties were nothing new to you, and were in fact something you reveled in as you interacted with senators and royals from nearby planets. They all knew you, always wanting to talk with the most frequent party-goer. Reaching the top of the steps, you walked into the tent, the elegant shawl you adorned alongside your ornate dress resting comfortably in your arms, revealing your bare shoulders.

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How did VFD manipulate Justice Strauss into joining them?

Justice Strauss appears to have been recruited by VFD to find the Baudelaires and put a stop to the crimes of Olaf and his allies:

“And I’m afraid I wasn’t a guardian at all,” Justice Strauss said. “As soon as you were taken away in that automobile, I knew I had done the wrong thing, and when I heard the dreadful news about Dr. Montgomery I began searching for you. Eventually I found other people who were also trying to battle the wicked villains of this world, but I always hoped I would find you myself, if only to say how sorry I was.”
[The Penultimate Peril, Chapter Eight]

But clearly the implication of such an important character couldn’t limit itself to watching birds with sunoculars or caring for three orphaned children. No, Strauss’ recruitment is part of much more important plan designed by VFD; “saving” the Baudelaires is more of an incentive the organization uses to motivate her.

When did this recruitment scheme start? How was Jacques Snicket involved? And what does it teach us about VFD’s actual plan during the events of “The Penultimate Peril”? Learn more after the cut.

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New Burkina Faso parliament building “responds to needs of the people” says Diébédo Francis Kéré

Burkinabe architect Diébédo Francis Kéré explains how he is rebuilding his country’s National Assembly to be “more than just a simple parliament building”.

In 2014, the Burkina Faso parliament building was set ablaze during the country’s revolution, putting an end to 31 years of dictatorial rule. Kéré is now leading the scheme to build a new National Assembly on the site in the capital of Ouagadougou.

Talking to Dezeen at the Serpentine Gallery – where he has just completed this year’s pavilion – Kéré explained the ideas behind his giant ziggurat structure.


Voctave (aka the “Voices of Liberty” from Epcot) join gospel singer Sandi Patty for a rendition of Beauty and the Beast.

I’m not a gospel fan, but I’m familiar with Sandi Patty. And this is gorgeous.

I’d…really kind of like to hear this performed in the American Pavilion Rotunda where the acoustics are, frankly, amazing.

So i’ve been gone for awhile now. The reason for this was because I was visiting Japan :D. It was my first time out of the the US so I was both excited and nervous for the long flight across the ocean. It ended up being totally worth it. Japan was awesome! I took a lot of photos. I’ll probably draw some more characters the same way I drew this one as a way to show some of the photos I took. If you were wondering where this photo was taken it was in Kyoto at the Golden Pavilion. 

I also more then likely will be drawing more One Piece fan art also since I had the chance to go to Tokyo One Piece Tower while in Tokyo. It just lit a fire under my mini One Piece obsession ;P. I ended up buying a couple of One Piece character keychains that are now hanging proudly on my work bulletin board. Makes me smile. ;D


Pontiac Deluxe Six ‘Ghost car’, 1939. Built by General Motors and chemical company Rohm and Haas, the ghost car has plexiglass bodywork. It was made for the 1939-40 New York World’s Fair, where it was part of General Motors’ ‘Highways and Horizons’ pavilion. Though two cars were made only one is known to have survived. Happy Halloween!