worn wall

A scagliola table sits in front of a worn plaster wall adorned with a portrait by Lila de Nobili of the then-7-year-old Donatella Garani — the house’s current owner — peeking through a door ..

‘The Italian architect and set designer created imagined worlds full of layers — of color, pattern, artifice and history — that have succeeded at being timeless. In a sense, they feel as relevant and beautiful as ever.’

Inside Three Rarely Seen Renzo Mongiardino-Designed Homes, The New York Times, May 2016 ..

The Signs and Cities III:

Aries: A city sinking into the mire. Its foundations the rooftops of old, great spires digging into the earth like pins.

Taurus: A colossal war machine, ever it ticks deeper. It seems to run without power. Where is it going?

Gemini: A city of worship carved into a great snowy mountain. Great effigies of holy beasts adorn its lonely walls.

Cancer: What was a city of refuge. All that remains are stone foundations and walls worn smooth to driftwood by the sea. 

Leo: A city on the other side. A city away from it all. A city governed by a jealous tyrant. 

Virgo: A city built as a warning. Great courthouses and barracks protecting what its residents believe to be the heart of something old.

Libra: A city taken from below. Its yards now overgrown and windows tarnished. What’s left of its residents now scour the deep as lost blind things.

Scorpio: A city of gutters and trash, but not seen as so by its residents. A house of parliament stands proudly at its center.

Ophiuchus: A city made from a forest of scarlet trees. The earth carries a different scent here.

Sagittarius: A city abandoned and overgrown. Your footsteps echo far too loudly here. Its vast vaulted halls are host to none, but you feel as if you are trespassing. 

Capricorn: A city shrouded in secret. The entrance is hidden, unreachable by those who do not know how to find it.

Aquarius: A city of noise and tunnels. Everything lost seems to turn up here eventually.

Pisces: A city of astronomers. Its ceilings glass, telescopes always peering into the void.

lusterrdust masterpost

bughead fanfiction: 

Okay, so some of my earlier chapters to certain fics were not posted onto this blog, but on my old blog, which is now deleted. Because of this, I am going to link all my fics to AO3, which, truthfully, is where I prefer people to read them anyway. I apologize if you disapprove, but it’s just easier that way. 

So, just know, the links below will redirect you there. 

all of my bughead fics


blush:  “His hand gives an awkward pat to her shoulder as her fingers grip the lapels, a shy smile spreading across her face like the pretty pink flush on her cheeks. “Thank you, Jughead.” Betty says softly, pushing her arms through the sleeves and tugging the jacket tight around her.” [au]

resplendent:  “A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.“ [nsfw, au]

i know: The words stare at her with mocking. They stare at her, yelling the truths she’s thought time and time again in her mind, “Those Coopers—they’re crazy.” [post 1x05]

three words: “Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.” [nsfw]

assumptions:  “Betty’s blue eyes move rapidly over his face, watching his lips spew words that shift the ground beneath her like a black hole. The surety he has in his assumptions make her furious, and she’s suddenly glaring at him with pursed lips.” [jealous!juggie, au]

breathe:  “What was happening? The panic inside her was heightening—webbing itself into the deepest part of her veins and seizing the very basic function of what Jughead was asking her to do. She can’t breathe.” [post 1x06]

love, uninterrupted:   “Almost like an epiphany, she saw him—really saw him. Like sunlight peeking out from foggy mist, he was clarity, pure and true. She opened her eyes and he was new before her, yet… the same.” [slight nsfw]

stars:  “Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.” [nsfw]

hunger pains: “Jughead,” Betty begins, startling him as he spins around, spatula in hand. She folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. “It’s two in the morning.” Jughead grins before turning back to his food, clicking the volume from his phone down as he shrugs. “I’m hungry.” [au]

good times:  “For a moment, the fleeting discovery that she’s actually quite stunning in her candid genuity breaches his thoughts before he quickly pushes that feeling down. ” [au]

drop in the ocean:  “She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.” [nsfw]

drown:  “Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.” [miscarriage, angst]

red lipstick: "She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.” [comics-ish au]

goldilocks:  “Her hair just does something to him.” [short oneshot, nsfw]

touch me, tease me: “Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.” [very nsfw]


red sunrise:  “Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.” [zombie au]

stranger than fiction:  "If he weren’t so perplexed and shaken by what was happening, he may have thought she was pretty. But, if she was a figment his imagination, then of course she’d be pretty. He’d imagined her—no! He wasn’t imagining her.“ [supernatural au, brief hiatus]

dust to dust: “Betty’s head snaps over toward the boy, his lanky form leaning over his patio with the cigarette hanging from his fingers. Her stomach turns strangely at the way the moonlight highlights his features, accentuating his cheekbones and the inky black hair that falls over his eyes in soft curls.

He raises a brow at her and takes a deep drag of his cig before continuing. “Welcome to Riverdale.” [very au]


like home

persephone “She’d been devastated when Jughead suggested they take some time apart, of course she had—but… somewhere in her mind, she’d been so sure in believing this was nothing but a small hurdle for them.” [au, nsfw]

feels like home:  “Bringing his knuckles to his lips, Jughead stares out into the traffic with a content look. He was ready to go home.” [future-fic]

where the heart is

lost and found: “Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.” [future-fic, au]

to build a home a series of one-shots in the universe of "lost and found” [domestic bughead]

somewhere in time [period piece series]

thus, with a kiss: “He’s the lowly servant, she is the daughter of a nobleman…they are so different, so achingly different, he forces himself to remember this is the right decision, however wrong it may feel." 

out of nowhere: "Jughead thinks of the song that came on when she’d said yes to their date. It had been the one she’d sang when he was first injured, and it had been the song that was playing when he stood outside the hospital, healed and discharged, ordered to return to duty.” [wwii au]

in this city

brick walls:  “He’s found home; and not in the age-worn bricked walls surrounding him, but in someone.” [future-fic]

in distance: “It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home.” [nsfw]

Shakespeare Aesthetics
  • Macbeth: the howl of wolves, moonless nights, dirt under fingernails, stained silk, chattering teeth, voices hoarse and cracked, rotting fruit, echoing drums, dry heaving, hanging cobwebs, stifling humidity, bloodshot eyes, the roughness of rusted steel, wild rosebushes, muscle cramps, the sound of splintering wood
  • A Midsummer's Night Dream: Crackling fires, ivy crawling on stone, the faint music of running water, petrichor, dirty, bare feet, tattered clothing, thistledown, wilted wildflower crowns, late evening birdsong, curling leaves, a symphony of croaking frogs, drifting feathers, the eerie sound of windchimes at night, humming bees, beds of clover
  • Romeo and Juliet: Warm golden lamplight, worn shoes, crumbling brick walls, whispered poetry, embroidered satin, cool, hazy mornings, tousled hair, rosewater, flushed cheeks, distant orchestras, unfinished marble statues, cobblestoned streets, loose threads, ink smudged on parchment, tapping fingers, dust illuminated by sunlight
  • Hamlet: Shattered glass, a cluster of fraying ribbons, unanswered knocks on doors, lingering dampness, white noise, inexplicable drafts, migraines, bleeding ears, the taste of metal, reflected mirrors, dry, cracked lips, the sound of tearing paper, fogged windows, memories of dreams, tarnished silver, protruding veins
Playing with Fire - 01

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy. 

Genre: Romance. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)

Length: 2.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 -  Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.

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Silver Running

Originally posted by h-farah01

werewolf!au; Jimin.


Caution: Smut ahead.

Your head throbbed as you began to wake from your slumber. Opening your eyes to the dark room you sat up and the room began to spin. While one hand propped you up, the other clutched your forehead wanting relief from from the discomfort. But as you looked down at the sheets it made you realize you weren’t in your room.

Your senses were on edge as you took in your surroundings. First you listened for any sign of movement outside the door. Was there someone else in this house with you? Or were you alone? Then you sniffed the air. The best way to describe the smell was musty. This didn’t surprise you at all. Wherever you were, it was old. You could tell even in the darkened room that the walls were worn out wooden panels.

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anonymous asked:

imagine the missus always got bullied from this girl during her school time. she'd say things like 'you're so pathetic, you're never gonna find someone.' and since then she always struggeled with her self esteem, thinking she was worthless. until H came around and changed her life. and now her old class would have a reunion and she'd bring harry and he wants to really show that b*tch whats going on, just making her jealous with her engagent ring, wedding plans... a makout session... please?🙄

He’d dress extremely fancy– the nicest dark blue velvet suit he has with his Gucci leather dress shoes, his most expensive watch and his favorite Tom Ford cologne. His hair groomed and fluffed to perfection, his chin sporting just the slightest bit of scruff, just how he knows you like it.

You’d compliment him, your heart swelling at the fact that he’d do this, all of it, just for you.

“You look good enough to eat, Har.”

Harry would smile softly, eyes twinkling with suggestiveness as he presses a gentle kiss to the center of your forehead. “Maybe later, sweetheart.”

At the reunion, he’d shake everybody’s hands and introduce himself properly, working his charm to utter perfection and having your former classmates falling head over heels to chat with him.

You marvel at how smooth and easy-going Harry appears under the situation, talking and joking with everyone so flawlessly it’s as if he’d known them for as long as you had.

And the whole time, he has a protective arm looped across your hips, keeping your body close to his so that everyone can see how proud he is to have you as his fiancée.

Your nemesis is seething quietly, the corners of her mouth dipping down ever so slightly but not evident enough for everyone else to notice because they all seem to be getting along with Harry without catches or obstacles, so blatantly showing her dislike would make her the runt of the event.

Talk of your engagement eventually comes around and Harry is falling over himself to tell the love story of how you two came to be. During the whole tale, his eyes are alight with affection and the giddy smile never leaves his face, the way he depicts you as a “right angel with a smile brighter than her halo” makes all the girls around you swoon.

At one point he tightens his arm around you, turning his head to gift you a soft smirk and, “She was such a proper good girl when I met her. Turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets.”

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Electrified (Spider-Man x superfem!reader)
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Now disclaimer this something much bigger I’m working on and if you would like to see more of this please let me know. This is just something for you guys to read and see if you want more. If you want to be tagged in further posts let me know! Requests are welcome.

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“You can do this (Y/N) , you can do this.” (Y/N) reminded herself as she stared intensely at the worn brick wall in front of her. Her hands shook as she wiped the rain off her cold face, trying to ignore the fact she was freezing. She clenched her hands into fists and the lamp light that lit the small alley burst sending sparks flying, plunging (Y/N) into darkness. (Y/N) pushed herself off the wall and swiftly walked towards the front of the alley and to the left, she looked up seeing a small camera monitoring the street. She closed her eyes before beginning to focus until she could no longer feel the energy radiating off the security camera. Opening her bright ice blue eyes, a side effect of her powers, she smirked slightly seeing the motionless camera, before finally ducking inside the small convenience store. (Y/N) made her way to the drink aisle in the back eyeing the surveillance camera. (Y/N) quickly looked around her before placing her black mask around her eyes and outstretched her hand and focusing on the swirling energy around her. She couldn’t describe the feeling when she drained the power out of things but it felt empowering yet tiring. The lights began to flicker and eventually dwindled into nothing, sending the store clerk into a panic. Cautiously (Y/N) approached the counter, where the panicking store clerk stood trying to reach someone through their cellphone. (Y/N) removed the book-bag from her shoulders and slapped it on the empty counter. The store clerk jumped at the noise turning around to face the girl with her palm outstretched as if it were a weapon. “Money in the bag now” she demanded. The store clerk only laughed shooing her away, “Get out of here kid!” (Y/N) only smirked before her fingers on her right hand began to spark creating a small energy sphere. Her palm moved slightly to the side before the energy sphere blasted behind the clerk, making him jump and gulp looking terrified at the girl. “Now let’s try this again, money in the bag now!” (Y/N) declared mentally slapping herself at the way her voice wavered at the end. The man finally opened the cash register and tossing bundles of money into the book-bag. When done (Y/N) quickly grabbed the bag, zipping it, and making a dash out the door. She ran slinging the bag over her shoulders until she finally felt far enough from the crime. (Y/N) bolted down an empty alley catching her breath against the cold brick wall, she hated being a thief and threatening people but she had no other choice. She had nowhere to go and to survive she had to use her powers as a weapon. “You know stealing isn’t nice?” A voice broke (Y/N) out of her concentration. She looked up to see a red and blue figure perched up on the fire escape of the neighboring building. His outfit appeared homemade and looked goofy as can be. “Yeah who says?” (Y/N) shouted back before raising her right hand in preparation of an attack. Her hand slapped back against the brick with a thud causing (Y/N) to whip her head to the side seeing a web restraining her hand back. The figure dropped down in front of her giving her a better view of the masked web slinger. “So you’re the crime fighting spider?” She chuckled hoping to distract him long enough. “It’s Spider-Man!” He corrects her with a slight higher pitch in his voice. “Oh my dearest apologies Spider-Man!” (Y/N) gasped, finally feeling her hand free from the webs. (Y/N) rips her hand out of the burnt webbing, shooting an energy blast at the boy. The masked boy went flying back into a dumpster behind him with a loud crash, for the luck of her escape she sent another blast his way. The boy groaned laying on the floor trying to push himself up. “Give it up Spidey! We’ll just have to meet again some other time.” And with that (Y/N) disappeared into the night not knowing her actions had just put her and the wall crawler on the watch list of an infamous billionaire turned superhero.

(Y/N) and the Spider-Man had more than a few encounters through the next few months each ending with one of them escaping before the other. It never seemed as if Spider-Man really wanted to take (Y/N) down but maybe it was because he couldn’t. She began to secretly look forward to their meetings, the adrenaline that flooded her veins gave her an overstimulating feeling that she couldn’t shake. (Y/N) never imagined herself as an adrenaline junky but that was before she transformed into her now partly human partly alien body. It had been a few days since her last encounter with bug boy until she caught sight of the news broadcasting on time square screens. It was the one and only tight wearing superhero seen fighting along side Iron Man against the now war criminal, Captain America and other fugitive Avengers. (Y/N) nodded slightly impressed seeing her enemy had made it to the big leagues. It was a few weeks later when she finally saw him again. (Y/N) was taking up residence in an old abandoned building outside of Queens when she heard the familiar TWHIP echoing through the empty alleys outside. Suddenly bursting through an already broken window, the Queens hero stood in front of her. “Hey Sparky!” He said his voice echoing through the warehouse. “Hey spidey nice upgrade.” (Y/N) smiled self consciously touching her mask making sure most of her features were hidden. That was the allure of their relationship, the secret of who they really were behind their masks. She felt invincible with this small black mask on, she didn’t feel like the damaged girl who grew up in Brooklyn. With this mask on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a mystery, a weapon, and the invincible Cyan Spark, a name so kindly given to her by Spider boy. “Thanks uh Iron Man made it for me.” He shrugged lifting his arms up as if to examine them. “Nice you’re working your way up.” She smiled suddenly feeling the urge to drop her gaze to her black scuffed boots. “Yeah I guess-” Police sirens cut him off before he shouted a goodbye and swinging out the broken window. “Goodbye” (Y/N) whispered waving slightly, although there was no way he had heard her. She slipped off her black mask shoving it into her black bag, her stomach growled simultaneously causing her to zip open the large to examine her funds. She was low, low enough to wear she wouldn’t be able to buy herself a decent meal without tax ruining her. She stood up packing her belongings into the bag deciding it was time to end back to her hotel room she had been squatting in the last few days. Although she would need to make a quick stop a small local convenience store. She walked and walked until she felt that she was a good distance from her hotel so the police wouldn’t suspect her hide out. (Y/N) found a small family owned grocery store where she quickly stepped in placing her mask back on once again. She walked with her head down towards the cash register until the lights blew out surrounding the store in darkness, suddenly stopping in front of the old man working. She lifted her head along with her right palm in preparation of her assault. The old man looked up at her and he frowned at the sight before him. “You’re that robber on the news” he spoke more to himself. (Y/N) nodded and the old man frowned opening the cash register. “I was young once, had a tough life too and had to do my fair share of bad things. So I understand niña but I pray you find your way.” The old man’s Spanish accent laces through his meaningful words. She dropped her hand and nods accepting the stack of money he gives her. “Thank you sir, I’m sorry.” (Y/N) shoves the money into her bag before giving the old man an apologetic smile. He nods in response watching the young girl run out the doors and out into the diminishing light of the city. (Y/N) ran for what felt like forever until she came to a slow walk to catch her breath. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a black car slowly driving next to her. She continued walking eyeing the unusual car until she decided to take an abrupt left down an empty street. The car followed in pursuit and that’s when (Y/N) took off in a full on sprint, trying to flee whomever. Suddenly something latched around her’s feet sending her flying to the ground. She struggled trying to free herself from the lock until someone stepped out of the car coming over to her. “Who are you?” she screamed. “Happy Hogan.” “Who?” “Yeah thats what I thought, my boss would like to speak to you.” Happy informed you. (Y/N) with as much resilience as possible was dragged into the backseat of the car where a man in sunglasses waited for her. “I don’t know who you think you are but I could scream kidnap!” (Y/N) shouted at the man in the car who refused to make eye contact with her. “Now Ms. (Y/L/N) we both know you wouldn’t call the police because your record is not much better.” The voice sounded familiar and finally the man looked up at her and she gasped, it was Tony Stark, the Iron Man. “(Y/N)” “(Y/N/N)” she corrected him. “(Y/N/N) (Y/L/N),” Tony started up again, “I was wondering if you knew anything about these city blackouts and robberies?” she shook her head no receiving a stern look from the billionaire. “Look I’m not here to arrest you, I’m here about your abilities. How did you accumulate them?” (Y/N) frowned as she felt cornered and she did not like being cornered. “Through terrigensis 2 years ago.” Tony nodded along. “Well Ms. (Y/L/N) there is small footage of you saving a woman in an alley from being taken advantage and you even stopping a kidnapping and leading the police to the culprit. Yet, yourself are a robber. So let it out for me kid because I don’t know what whether to assume if you mean well or not.” (Y/N) brushed her hair out her face realizing her mask was still on. How stupid of me she thought, removing her mask in one quick movement. “I’ve been on my own since I was 13 Mr. Stark, I’ve had to do things I’m not proud of to survive but if anything will help you judge my character, is that your information you have on me should say I’ve never harmed anyone in my robberies and the felons I’ve caught deserve what they got.” she declared. Tony nodded with a small smile etched into his face, “Ok kid then prove it to me, how would you like to join the Avengers?”

Leading Suspects

Summary: When an old friend in need reaches out to Katniss, she returns to the small town she swore she’d never set foot in again. Help Madge and then leave, she decides. But a murder investigation and one sheriff with stupid blue eyes and dimples all conspire to keep her where she thought she’d never want to be.

WARNINGS: RATED E for mentions of domestic abuse, character death, mild language to include racial slurs, an obscene love affair with coffee, and explicit sexual content.

This piece was lovingly crafted for my dear friend and beta, @peetabreadgirl, to celebrate her birthday. It’s based on a book I recently read and immediately had to Everlark because…well you’ll see. The book is Jed Had to Die by Tara Sevic. I am neither Tara Sevic nor Suzanne Collins and thus technically do not own the basic storyline or the characters. This is pure fun. Also, it’s multi-chapter, but they will be significantly shorter than my chapters usually are. Enjoy! Love you, PBJ! <3



There are few things a woman wouldn’t do for her one true love in this life. Maim, murder, wreck, and ruin. Because we all know that your one true love is reserved for that singular soul who inspires your heart and then protects it. Strong, dependable, forgiving, amazing. These are the qualities that garner affection. Especially at times when your love reliably comes through to rescue you from a horrible day. Enter Theo.

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Fight or Flight (Indiana Jones)

Pairing: Indiana Jones/OC

A/N: This was so much fun haha I effing love Indiana Jones. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nothing crazy or wild in this one!

“It’s incredible.”

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I stood with my hands on my hips, gazing up at the vine covered temple. Nature had reclaimed most of the structure, roots twisting up and covering the doorways while moss clung to the faded, time-worn walls. My pulse was thrumming beneath my skin, my entire body prickling with the anticipation of what I might find waiting inside. There was something about stepping foot in a place no one else had for centuries. It was bit of a sacrilegious experience, a moment I kept stored in the back of my memory for safe keeping…Aztec civilizations in Mexico, pyramids rising from the sands in Egypt, ancient tunnels twisting and turning beneath all of Europe. Each stood out in my mind, the memories serving as my own personal treasure.

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Why Him? Pt. 4 (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU, Soulmate AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8

Word Count: 1,339

Warnings: Language as usual.

A/N: Ah! There are so many things I want to happen in this story, but I have to build up to them. So without further adieu, here is part four!!

Tags: @bjwrites @robotic-space @pietro-no


You and Thomas Jefferson sat in a small booth at the back of the café and you fidgeted with your hands under the table. You weren’t nervous, per se, you were just used to being on your guard whenever Jefferson was around. Thomas, you reminded yourself. His name is Thomas. You had both ordered a moment before and were waiting for the waitress to return with your coffee. “So… You come here often?” You asked lamely, attempting to make small talk.

Thomas chuckled lightly. “Yeah, this is usually where I come to do my homework. I just like the atmosphere. What about you?”

You looked around at the small coffee shop taking in the sight of it. The small tables in the center of the room were old and rickety, but they had a certain charm to them. The leather booths that lined the walls were worn and fading, but strangely comfortable. Edison bulbs hung dangled over the tables and off-white Christmas lights lined the corner where the ceiling met the flaking brick walls. Soft jazz music played throughout the vicinity and the entire place felt warm and inviting. “No,” you admitted. “I’ve never been in here before. But I think I like it.”

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brick walls

 bughead fanfiction - oneshot - fluff - unbeta’d


“A house is made of wood and stone
but only love can make a home.”


When he was younger—even before his parent’s separation—Jughead Jones would sometimes dream of buying a house.

A house where his neighbors wouldn’t blare trashy music at three in the morning. A house where you couldn’t witness its town’s unfavorable group commit illegal transactions in broad daylight while children ran through dilapidated sprinklers nearby, conditioned to view such repugnant behavior as normal.

No, as much as he excelled in epitomizing misanthropy, Jughead wanted white picket fence. He wanted blue shutters and porch swings and okay, maybe not literally—but what he really wanted was the lifestyle it symbolized:

Stability. Family. Home.

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The Final Countdown

Hi, everyone! My requests are open, so please keep requesting, it really makes my day! The lyrics to ‘The Final Countdown’ by Europe are in italics. Hope you enjoy xo

The birds chirp noisily in the early morning sun as Y/N rolls over in bed, groggily opening her eyes. She can hear her dorm mates bustling around and getting ready for the day; their last day ever at Hogwarts. Y/N takes her time getting out of bed, trying to memorize the feeling of the soft duvet against her skin, the creak of the curtains when she pulls them back, the gentle squeak of the floorboards as she puts her bare feet on the cool hardwood.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Alice says happily, tying her laces.

“Morning,” Y/N replies, stifling a yawn.

“Ready for our last day, Y/N?” Lily asks, a dejected smile on her face.

“Not at all. I wish it wasn’t,” she says, dragging herself to the washroom and closing the door softly behind her.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request something with Prompto and a timid,cute and demure young woman who sells flowers and herbs in Altissa? Maybe the other boys have noticed the way she looks at Prompto or how she asks about their blonde friend out of worry when he's not within eyesight and Prompto's oblivious to it until the boys decide to step in and play cupid?

Altissian Flora - Prompto x F!OC

“He’s got it bad,” Noctis remarked from where he, Ignis and Gladio stood in the plaza just outside the shop. They could see them inside, Prompto talking animatedly and Artemisia maintaining that bright smile with her hands clasped together in front of her apron.

“Do you think he’s going to make a move?” Glad questioned, scratching at his beard.

“Prompto may be a natural flirt, but unfortunately we know that tact is not his forte,” Ignis replied, shifting his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I suggest we devise a plan.”

(tagging @iinkpools, @ascensiontree, @chocobro-daydreams and @chocobrodreamteam for funsies)

Altissia had to be one of the most amazing cities that Prompto had ever seen. Before leaving with Noctis and the others, he’d never really left the Crown City before. So when the boat docked and he stepped onto the city’s busy streets, he was in complete awe.

The canals wove through stone archways and under bridges, and there was a distinctly sweet aroma in the air from all the patisseries and shops lining the streets.

“Can we go explore?” Prompto begged, clasping his hands together like a small child. He bounced from foot to foot as Ignis sighed, though a smile graced his features.

“That’s up to Noct.”

Prompto turned to his best friend. “Come on, buddy. Let’s walk around a bit! It’s not every day we get to see the capital of Accordo!”

Noctis shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

Prompto whooped and pumped his fist in the air. “Come on, let’s go this way!” He grabbed Noct’s arm and dragged him along a side street. Ignis placed over at Gladio, who shrugged and started after them.

The city was truly amazing. A lot more open than Lestallum, and with a lot more people. Ignis went off in search of new ingredients for recipes, and Gladio was speaking to an arms dealer. Prompto was in the middle of convincing Noctis to buy some pastries for later when something caught his eye.

It was a small flower shop tucked away in the corner of a plaza. It had a narrow arched doorway with an antique bell at the top, and the most amazing floral arrangement Prompto had ever seen in the window. There were flowers he had never even seen before, different shapes and colour combinations that piqued his curiosity. He placed his hand on the worn door handle and pulled it open.

The bell clinked as he entered the shop. The interior matched the door’s aesthetic—it was quaint, with worn hardwood floors and walls that were painted a deep green. The shelves were a deep, warm brown and gold filigree accented the edges. It immediately felt very cozy, and Prompto began examining some golden, almost iridescent flowers he wasn’t familiar with.

“Can I help you with something?”

Prompto turned in the direction of the voice. It was melodic, and very sweet, like the sound of songbirds at first light. He spun around and felt his breath hitch in his throat.

The florist who’d addressed him was probably the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She wasn’t a stereotypical sort of beautiful, but her large doe eyes, button nose and the small smile gracing her lips made her, in Prompto’s mind, absolutely stunning. She wore glasses that slid down her nose, her dark hair pulled back in a loose bun. She wore what looked to be the uniform of the store, a dark green button up that was a little loose with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, black pants and a white apron that had the golden flower he’d been examining sprawled across the front in delicate embroidery. It took him a second to respond when he noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably.

“N-no,” he finally stuttered. “I’m just browsing. Never been to Altissia before, actually.”

“Oh,” she smiled, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She moved to stand next to him, pointing to the flower he’d been examining earlier. “This is the flower of the capital city. It grows in abundance here, because the canals make the air just the right temperature for them to bloom. Most other places are too dry.” She turned to face him with a smile. “Would you like a small bouquet? Since it’s your first time here, I’m offering it to you free of charge.”

Prompto blushed, scratching at the back of his head with a bit of a stammering giggle. He mentally punched himself for sounding so juvenile. “Sure! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be amazing—”

Suddenly the bell clanked and more bodies entered the small shop. It was the others.

“Prompto,” Noctis called from the doorway. “Come on. Gotta make tracks.”

“Uh, just a second!” he replied, before turning back to the florist with a frown. “I’m sorry. Duty calls.”

She looked sad for a split second, but regained composure so quickly that he almost didn’t notice. “That’s alright,” she finally said. “Go on, your friends are waiting.”

Prompto craned his neck to look over at his friends. Noct was fiddling with his phone, Ignis was looking all around, mumbling to himself about the different plants that were housed in the small store, and Gladio was looking right at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Prompto felt his face go ten shades of scarlet and quickly turned back to the girl.

“Let’s make a rain check on the flowers,” he said, and she smiled, a simple upward curve of her lips. “I’d like to know more about the different kinds you have here.”

She gave a small nod. “I’d like that.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, realizing he’d never introduced herself. “Mine’s Prompto.”

“Artemisia,” she answered, pushing her glasses further up her nose. “It’s nice to meet you, Prompto.”

Prompto heard the sound of a throat clearing and remembered that his friends were waiting for him. “See you again soon?”

She nodded in affirmation with a small bow. “See you again soon.”

Prompto rejoined with the others and exited the shop. Artemisia sighed, and went back to tending her flowers.

“Who was that?” Noctis teased once they’d left. “New girlfriend?”

“W-what?” Prompto stuttered. “No way!”

“She not pretty enough for you?” Gladio teased. “Or is this another case of Cindy Syndrome? Or Aranea syndrome?”

“No, nothing like that!” Prompto exclaimed, running his hands over his face. “She’s…I don’t know. She’s different.”

“She seemed quite lovely,” Ignis remarked, patting Prompto on the back. “And she also seemed quite interested in you.”

“No way,” Prompto responded glumly. “She was just being nice. Someone like her…I don’t know. I could just tell that she was a good person, you know? But she probably just saw me as just another customer.”

The others exchanged a look and dropped the subject.

It was a while until the next time the guys returned to Altissia. The first time they returned, Prompto made it a point to visit Artemisia at the flower shop. They chatted for a while, and she showed him some different flowers from other neighbouring regions. Prompto was listening, he really was, but he couldn’t stop looking at Artemisia’s face. She noticed a few times and blushed before refocusing on the flora.

The group came to visit Altissa pretty frequently after that. Prompto came to visit Artemisia every time, and they started to get to know one another pretty well. Artemisia was shy, but Prompto’s enthusiasm for everything around him and his warm, welcoming nature made it easy to open up. The first time he got her to laugh, his heart swelled with pride. He told himself to make her laugh more often, because the musical lilt of it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“He’s got it bad,” Noctis remarked from where he, Ignis and Gladio stood in the plaza just outside the shop. They could see them inside, Prompto talking animatedly and Artemisia maintaining that bright smile with her hands clasped together in front of her apron.

“Do you think he’s going to make a move?” Glad questioned, scratching at his beard.

“Prompto may be a natural flirt, but unfortunately we know that tact is not his forte,” Ignis replied, shifting his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I suggest we devise a plan.”

“We gonna play Cupid?” Gladio teased.

“It’s clear to anyone observing the two of them that they are infatuated with one another,” Ignis replied cooly. “Well, that is, clear to anyone except to each other, as it were. We may have to set up something for the two of them without letting the other know.” Then, the three friends came up with a strategy.

“I’ll deal with Prompto,” Noctis agreed. “You guys wanna handle talking to Artemisia?”

“Done and done,” Gladio gave a thumbs up.

The next day, it had all been arranged. Noctis stole Prompto for the day, and Ignis and Gladio beelined for the flower shop.

When the bell rang overhead, Artemisia turned, half expecting to see Prompto at the doorway. Instead she saw his two friends, the taller, thin one and the giant covered in tattoos. She looked at them curiously.

“Hi boys,” she greeted. “What can I help you with?”

“Hello, Miss Artemisia,” Ignis replied politely. “We wanted to come see you in regards to Prompto.”

Her expression faltered. “Is he alright?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” Gladio replied. “Never better.”

“He’s asked us to relay a message,” Ignis said. “He wanted you to meet him at the restaurant on the second floor of the plaza, the one that overlooks the canal tonight. Will you be able to attend?”

Artemisia’s face flushed, but she tried to keep her composure. “Um, y-yes. Sure.”

“Perfect,” Ignis smiled. “We shall pass along the message. Have a good day.” They turned and exited the store.

“That was easy,” Gladio remarked as they made their way down the street. “Wonder if Noct is having much trouble.”

She wants to meet with me at the restaurant tonight?” Prompto asked incredulously. “When did she tell you this?”

“Look,” Noctis groaned, running a hand over his face. “Just go tonight, alright? That’s a royal order.”

Prompto held his hands up defensively. “Alright dude. Twisting my arm here.”

At nightfall, Artemisia closed up the shop and changed out of her uniform. She hadn’t been expecting to be asked out to dinner, and she didn’t have enough time to run home and change. She wore a casual day dress, simple and light blue, with capped sleeves and a scoop neck that fell just above her knees. She glanced at her reflection in the window as she left, and sighed. She took her hair out of her bun and it fell in long, dark waves down her back, hoping that she didn’t look like too much of a mess.

When she got to the restaurant upstairs, Prompto wasn’t there yet. She decided to take a minute to compose herself, leaning against the railing of the balcony that overlooked the port of Altissia. The breeze felt nice against her skin, cooling the heat that flushed in her cheeks.

“Wow,” she heard from behind her. She turned and saw Prompto, who looked absolutely stunned. “You look…beautiful.”

Artemisia blushed and looked down at her feet, her hair falling in front of her face. “Thank you,” she said, looking back up at him. He’d changed his shirt for something a little more formal, a dark red button up with a black collar and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “You look quite handsome, yourself.”

“Aw,” he laughed nervously, scratching at the back of his head. “Ignis made me get this shirt. He said I needed to dress like an adult.”

Artemisia laughed at that, and they went and sat at a table that had been reserved for them. They ordered their meals and a glass of wine each, clinking their glasses together and taking a sip.

“I was surprised when Noctis told me that you wanted to meet me here tonight,” Prompto admitted. “Can’t say I saw that one coming.”

Artemisia regarded him curiously. “That’s odd. Ignis and Gladiolus told me that it was you who wanted to met me here tonight.”

Prompto cocked his head to the side, realizing they’d both been set up. He looked around for any sign of his friends, but didn’t see anyone nearby.

“Well,” he shrugged with a smile. “I’m glad they tricked us, then. Because now I get to have dinner with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

Artemisia felt heat rush to her cheeks and blamed it on the wine, smiling into her glass. Dinner was easy, and conversation came naturally. Prompto had never felt more comfortable with someone in his entire life, especially a girl, and Artemisia found herself laughing more than she ever had before.

When dinner came to an end, Prompto offered to continue their evening by going for a walk around the city. Artemisia accepted his invitation and he offered her his arm. She looped her arm through his, her hand coming to rest on his bicep, and they walked together through Altissia’s cobblestone streets.

The string lights that wove overhead mimicked the stars in the night sky, the yellow glow making Prompto’s hair seem even more golden. He led Artemisia further up until they were at the highest overlook, one where they were able to see the entire city and even further beyond.

“It’s beautiful here, it’s it?” Artemisia sighed, leaning against the railing. She turned to Prompto to see if he was admiring the view, but instead she found that he was looking right at her. She shifted under the heat of his gaze and felt him take a step closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice carrying a slight tremble.

“Please,” she replied, barely above a whisper. He placed one hand on her waist and the other along her cheek and closed the distance between them. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips against hers, so soft and so gentle that it was barely there, almost as if he was still asking for her permission.

She tilted her head and leaned into him, pressing a little more. His lips moved against hers and she brought her arms up to loop around his neck as both of his came down to pull her flush against him. They pulled away briefly, and Prompto placed a few soft butterfly kisses on her mouth and cheek, earning a giggle when he pulled away.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he said, playing with a strand of her hair. “I was wondering if we could do this again? Hopefully sometime soon?”

Artemisia bit her lip and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Prompto smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt and leaned in for another kiss.

Off to the side, ducked behind a stone wall, Noctis, Ignis and Gladio exchanged high-fives.

“That was easy,” Noctis noted, pretending to dust off his hands.

“I daresay we have a knack for matchmaking,” Ignis agreed. “Though I must admit, those two were a rather easy sell. Barely any resistance from either party. It took me longer to convince Prompto to purchase new garments for this date, if I’m honest.”

Gladio snorted. “Come on,” he led his other friends away. “Let’s give them some privacy.”

DAY 3453

Jalsa, Mumbai                Sept 10/11,  2017             Sun/Mon  12:52 AM

 BIrthday    Ef Ganesh Lahoti      Mon, September 11 .. wishing you a very happy time on this new year of yours and the love of all the Ef

There shall come a time in the lives of all, when time shall come in our lives .. when all else shall appear shallow and spent .. when others shall be scant, when nether shall be our wont .. when they that went, shall be the ones of dent and dissipation  ..

Then be the time to stop or reconsider .. the places held shall be driven over .. preferred to another .. another more capable and of want .. more recognised and worshipped ..

There be then two that one should opt : to fight for the place and be sidestepped or to accept that ‘चिड़ियाँ चुग गईं खेथ ‘ .. and live another day albeit in a light far lesser than those days of yore  .. it takes courage to accept or even consider that someday things shall change .. and when they do most are not ready to accept it .. most fight it and then build the gravest error of their lives -

Rejection ..

It happens to the greatest .. and it shall happen to you too .. it may take longer but it shall .. 

That is the day when we shall all pull that time worn mirror from the wall and speak to it in the solitude of space and time, to be for once and for all truthful !

And because truth hurts, it is advised best to be in condition of self and none other .. one can face the truth of self, ever .. but to disclose it to the other is under question  … 

It is the human kind that shall accept praise readily and with pride .. be criticised and the enemy shall be there for ever, never to be forgiven ..

There comes a time in the lives of all, when you wish for it to never end or end as soon as possible .. and the rapidity of it is so unpredictable, that it shall ever remain a gamble .. and how wonderful that it shall ..

We gamble each day of our lives .. and we pray after, to make the Maker believe, that His voice of blessing has not been forgotten .. He is benevolent and scarce, liked and loved by all, notoriously patient and just ..

If he is to be remembered , no epitaph or memorial shall stand test of time .. what needs to be done is to be done .. his deed his work shall scream the entire nation .. 

 …. and then my dearest Ef, shall come the time for redemption ..

Amitabh Bachchan

Goodbye, songbird.


Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: Angst, Psycho pass AU

Summary: “Everyone here is the same. They don’t notice anything. They don’t say anything. And they don’t think anything. They are merely a shell of their former selves and soon they will disappear like the melting snow. This epidemic leads innocent people to their deaths, and yet, its pathogen will never be eradicated. This is a disease called serenity - a form of death that people have wished for.”

Word count: 1,423

Note: Request here. I was pretty happy with how this one turned out hehe. The actor Au is taking longer because its actually turning out to be a couple more K than I expected ehehehe ;; Requests are open here, so feel free to send any in ^^

Rain was thick in the air as the night leant like a stranger against the worn walls of the abandoned warehouse, pooling in every empty crevice and spilling over the washed out surface of the floor like clear ink left to run amok. Sprays of grit and glass spiked along the visage of the old building- wounds marred by the violence that had made its mark only hours earlier, left out in all of its twisted glory for the world’s prying eyes to see. Water slipped over the curve of Jungkook’s cheeks, tugging weight along his lashes and beading at his chapped and trembling lips as condensation hounded the early morning glass. The usual brightness in the shot amber brown of his eyes was warped, bleeding into blank darkness as he pierced the floor with a beseeching gaze, peering through a curtain of the sodden locks of hair. Yet for all his concentration, for all of his adamance and determination not to look up, the ground held no answers. The dirtied floor, littered with earth and cement couldn’t tell him why he was here, why his hand was shaking so and why tears burned behind his vision as a curse of his humanity. But still, he kept his orbs pinned firmly beneath him, desperate in a useless sort of way, firm in the motion. Because if he looked up, he would have to see you, curled on the floor in a mass of broken shards, your shoulders trembling with sobs, hair dripping across the plane of your face in the very image of sorrow.

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Our First and Last (Ch. 12 Final)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 3,478
  • Description: And you think that he’s preparing to apologize, and that the next thing that comes out of his mouth will be something along the lines of he’s sorry for not being able to remember and that he wishes he could, but what he actually says is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget, even if you get Alzheimer’s when your 70 or 60 or earlier, even if the end of the world comes before then, and even when you’re lying in your grave and all the neuron’s in your brain are biologically pronounced dead.

So this famous Kim Seokjin guy works in an astronomy lab by the ocean that’s located in an observatory on top of a forest covered hill.

The morning before your departure, Jungkook had come and picked you up at your quaint little apartment, a suggestion he brought up the day before, because “it would be much more convenient than meeting up at lab and leaving from there” (or so he had worded it). Your thoughts had been chaotic the night before; keeping you awake into the late hours and pulling you away from sound slumber. Would tomorrow bring new answers or would it lead to finding out things that you might be better off not knowing?

By 7am, you were almost two tired to feel nervous when you saw him pull up to the driveway in his black Audi SUV. Your morning routine had all been a blur, but as soon as you open the door to the passengers side all the traces of drowsiness vanishes when Jungkook greets you with a smile that makes the world come alive. He was dressed casually once again, which shouldn’t be surprising because that’s how he’s always dressed outside of lab. But his oversized white t-shirt and distressed black jeans, brings you back into another dimension, almost quite literally too.

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someone explain SJW, anti SJW, please?

i shy away from this SJW, anti-SJW stuff, because it get Vicious, but my impression is that SJW is mostly a straw man for people who want to steer the discussion away from sexist/racist/homo/transphobic norms that, when discussed head on, are pretty damn hard to defend? 

not asking to cause a ruckus (i’m fragile be nice to me *weeps softly* T_T ). but i am genuinely curious how much of a problem actual, well, ‘social justice warrior’ rhetoric really is, and how much of it is right-wingers focusing on a problematic but maybe tiny faction as a means of ridiculing social progressive values as a whole.

kind of like the media focusing on bra burning back in the day (it wasn’t a Thing), because it was easier to dismiss nutjobs with lingerie bonfires than normal women asking for basic equality. 

I’d like to hear some voices on the matter (preferably not right-winger)

p.s. if you’re gonna send hate mail, please don’t be extra about it