you kept us in the dark!!

We spent the evening in each other’s arms, cradled on a hammock by the beach. Listening to the sound of the waves as it hit every rock and as it kiss the shore. He kept on pulling me closer to him as we both wished for a star to fall by. But the night remained dark and the mosquitoes were starting to form a circle and do a dance ritual around us.

Keeping my palms rested on his chest, “I’m going inside, should I make you some coffee? Or are you coming too?” I asked.

“I think I’ll stay here for a while. Go get some rest.” He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead as I slipped away from his arms, ‘til the last of our fingers touched.

I stood by the door and watched him, “Tonight is beautiful enough to write about even though it’s the same view every night, isn’t it?”

He sat, arms crossed over his chest and smiled, “It is, but I’d rather write something for you, about you rather than spend the night thinking of how I could compare you to the evanescent sky and put them into words.”

I looked into his eyes, like sunsets dissolving into the dangerous seas, with its unknown currents and secretive tides. I felt warm from his gaze. And in wordless moments like this, I already found myself drowning in the endless possibilities with my writing boy. And that is what I love most about him.

hatsuzookie  asked:

Yesterday I was showing a friend the OST of Digimon Tamers and he was blown away by the soundtrack, later thanks to Dark and Mimic found out that in the US, the first three Digimon series were all altered in a lot of ways while in Mexico, the latin american dub kept pretty faithful to the series and had the original score.

You’re absolutely right. The American dubs changed it to try to make it sounds good in English and it really varies on how good it sounds? But I think the overall consensus was that it was generally “okay” to ‘eeeehhhhh bad’. 

Also they did a lot of stupid editing because back in the days that was the HIGH point of moral parental guardians and such OR in Cardcaptor Sakura’s sense, they made the 5th episode, Li introduction, the 1st episode in the US, so they can try to also get little boys to get into the series that had a female protagonist instead.

It’s little stuff like that really made/broke a show honestly. 

Here are some notes from when Mark talked about Dark during the livestream!!!

  • he doesn’t obey the laws of physics (like Warfstache)
  • separate entity from Mark
  • admires what Mark has accomplished
  • social manipulator
  • wants to give you a false sense of security
  • wants you to trust him
  • only wants to take advantage of you
  • creepy and scary
  • seductive
  • masking a burning rage that breaks through his suave nature
  • he’s not your friend, he’s here to use you
  • not entirely kept together
  • the yell was his shell cracking
  • high pitched ringing is by design - discomfort/ pain
  • somewhat inspired by G-Man from Half Life
  • interdimensional being - not human
  • learning how to puppet a human body, but he’s good at it
  • seems trustworthy but definitely isn’t
  • opposite of Mark - “the fucking worst”
  • doesn’t have a shadow

if you ever read a document on barebones game design, the first question seems to always be “why will your game be different from the other ones?” and i feel like this too often would discourage people from doing what they wanna do because they believe they need to do a novelty idea never done before, like portal, or gunpoint, or trine, and its not really about that. it could be just great atmosphere and really solid feeling gameplay that drags people in. adding forced novelty mechanics in an attempt to stand out can very often lead to just boring and/or tedious minigames if done wrong.

nothing never-heard before was added to dark souls that made it famous. nothing was changed when it comes to the classic “youre a knight or an adventurer or whatever, theres huge monsters, you can use magic or swords or axes” formula. it was the solid fighting mechanics and the lore and atmosphere altogether that kept it afloat. 

guys i’m just. so overwhelmed right now. i’m sure some of you know just how important yj was to me as it brought me out of some super dark times, and it let me meet all you wonderful people and as a result i’ve grown to become a much better person. and then it got canceled and i remember just how devastated so many of us were, and we worked so hard to bring it back. so hard! against the nonbelievers and the slimmest odds. but we kept at it because it was more than just a show to some of us. it was more than just a show to me

and now it’s back. 

we worked hard and didn’t give up and we got the show back

thank you. thank you all for your hard work and for not giving up. thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart. 

The Signs as Stupid Things Harry has done

Aries: Taking out the Weasley car for a spin or several

Taurus: Buying literally everything from the trolley in first year

Gemini: “Who am I, Hedwig?”

Cancer: Asking Sirius dating advice on girls (honey, he’s very gay for remus don’t you understand)

Leo: Asking the MoM to sign his Hogsmeade permission form

Virgo: Performing random spells off a dark-ass mysterious book, with no idea about what they did.

Libra: Opening the two-way mirror, which would have literally kept Sirius alive, like, a year later. (actually five months but still)

Scorpio: Trusting Kreacher as to where Sirius was, or, following Draco around in the Half-Blood Prince

Sagittarius: Trying to convince Snape that his nickname was “Roonil Wazlib”

Capricorn: Sticking his wand up the troll’s nose

Aquarius: Taking his friends off to ride thestrals to the MoM, seriously

Pisces: Not figuring Remus “werewolf mcwerewolf” Lupin is a werewolf and being actually surprised

Used Pt. 1

Originally posted by nctinfo

An uncomfortable sigh left your mouth as you kept your eyes fixed on the plate of food set atop the bamboo place mat. You scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into your mouth. You felt the attractive man’s dark, unfathomable eyes on you which in turn colored your cheeks and ears a bright pink shade. You swore his gaze was scrutinizing your every facial feature, but why would he be? He was gay after all.

Your mom thought it a good idea to invite the new neighbors over for dinner. Surely, the newly wed neighbors looked friendly, especially the taller, pale brunette with carefully crafted dimples on either side of his cheeks, but there was something about his husband. He stood just two inches shorter of the man who introduced himself as Jaehyun and had dark, ash-tinted hair messily combed over his forehead and a sculpted jawline which you’d be eyeing if he weren’t staring you down right now.

“So Taeyong, you said you and Jaehyun moved here because you were offered a job?” my mom questioned thoughtfully.

“Yes, I was hired as a teacher at the high school just a few minutes from here actually,” Taeyong explained, pointing a finger in the semi direction of the school. His eyes weren’t burning holes through you for the first time.

“Wow, Hansol’s actually the guidance counselor there!” your quirky mom exclaimed a bit too excitedly.

What a surprise. She only mentioned your brother and forgot you were even present.

“Oh! And Y/N is a senior there!”

As soon as he heard your name, his lips quirked up into a smirk. Once again, his eyes were focused on solely you. You failed to keep your eyes fixed on your plate and were met with his cold stare.

“Oh, really?” Taeyong expressed eagerly, his interest piqued.

You devoured the last bits of your steak before you excused yourself from the table. You wanted nothing more than to be in the safe confines of your room.

-

The last bit of the winter break flew by and you were now locking your front door, walking down the concrete steps and exiting the gate. The cold wind picked up and you mentally cursed at yourself for not wearing a thicker jacket.

As you were passing the new neighbors’ home, you heard the fumbling for keys and the chirp of a car follow. You quickened your pace to avoid being seen.

“Y/N!”

Too late. You hesitantly turned your head to see a smiling, bright-eyed Lee Taeyong.

“Oh… Good morning, Mr. Lee,” you mumbled with a slight nod of your head.

“It’s freezing! I’ll give you a ride to school, Y/N,” he called, motioning you over with his hand.

“Oh no, I’m good.”

“Oh but I insist! I doubt your skirt is keeping you warm, Y/N,” Taeyong remarked with a cheeky grin.

How bad could a five minute ride with a pristine hypercritic be?

You gave in and shuffled towards the passenger’s side. Lee Taeyong beamed. The sight was quite charming, not as it had been the day you first met. He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trench coat and shy doe eyes.

You briskly opened the door of the charcoal-colored sedan and slid into your seat. Simpering, Mr. Lee followed and started the car. The car ride was short with only a limited amount of words exchanged between the two of you. Mr. Lee thoughtfully dropped you off in the front of the school before going and parking his car.

You sauntered into the school, luminous hallways surrounding you. You soon arrived at your classroom and sat in your usual seat, the one in the front left corner next to the window. Small streams of students gradually poured into the classroom followed by a tall man in a black trench coat. Great.

“Good morning, class. As you all may know, your teacher Mrs. Ahn is on maternity leave and I’ll be filling in for her meanwhile.”

You had completely forgotten your teacher was even pregnant. Why couldn’t she have just kept her legs closed?

He soon began lecturing and your focus remained solely on the board. While your eyes never faltered to steal a glimpse of your personable substitute teacher, Mr. Lee’s eyes would often wander over to where you were seated.

Class soon ended and you went about your day. Although you were used to walking to and fro school, Mr. Lee began to offer you rides in the mornings which you so gladly accepted. It was January, after all. He repeatedly apologized for not being able to take you home due to mandatory after school meetings for the faculty, but you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t his job to take you home.

After several days of oddly comfortable silence, Mr. Lee spoke up during one of those frosty seven in the morning car rides.

“Y/N, I’ve noticed you struggle with mathematics. Have you thought of meeting with a tutor?” Taeyong questioned, his hands gripping the steering wheel while his eyes stayed on the road ahead.

“Well… no, I haven’t. I should if I want to get into my first-choice college,” you replied, somewhat puzzled now.

“I’ll tell my parents to look for one,” you commented a few moments after giving the newfound dilemma much thought.

“Nonsense, I can tutor you.”

“Oh but you’re already so busy, Mr. Lee. I’m sure my parents can find a tutor for me.“

“Y/N, I insist.”

The unusual and creepy feeling he first presented had vanished entirely. He was actually an honest and attentive person you now felt comfortable with so you accepted.

“Okay, what time should I go to your house then?”

“What about six o'clock?” he suggested, glancing over at you, his eyes gentle.

You smiled and nodded.

-

The time soon came for you to meet with Mr. Lee. You threw on a gray sweatshirt and black running pants. You quickly pulled your hair back in a ponytail and walked over to Mr. Lee’s home . Lightly, you knocked on the door and heard feet shuffling on the other side.

“Y/N! You’re just in time!” Taeyong expressed excitedly, contentment evident on his face.

He led you to the dining room where he had multiple mathematics books piled up on an elegant Victorian dining table. He fixed his glasses and took a seat.

“Sit,” Taeyong urged, patting the seat next to him.

You sat and searched your backpack for your homework while Mr. Lee flipped through a book trying to find the lesson you had gone over in class today.

“Okay, let’s start,” Taeyong said with a hint of a smile on his face.

The both of you worked diligently for half an hour. Mr. Lee would go over an example in the book with you and then you’d solve a similar problem on your worksheet. While you were closed to finishing your homework, you felt his eyes on you; it felt as if he was burning a hole through your face. Your cheeks began to heat up but your eyes didn’t leave the paper in front of you, that was until he called your attention.

“Y/N.”

Your head shot up and you were met with Mr. Lee’s face just centimeters away from yours. His eyes now focused on your rosy lips while your fearful eyes scanned his face for a decipherable emotion.

Although his face inched closer, you were unable to move. You remained completely motionless when his lips came into contact with yours. His soft lips moved against yours but you didn’t kiss back, you couldn’t.

You felt his hands run up and down your thighs. Finally, you became sensible. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed his hands off your thighs harshly. You hastily gathered your things and headed for the door; you needed to get out of their immediately.

“Y/N!” Mr. Lee yelled from the dining room.

Your heart was pounding against your chest, your emotions obscure and your mind clouded with a hundred different thoughts. Before you could turn the handle, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me and I’ll leave you alone,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“Get off of me!”

You tried to push him off but he gripped your wrists tightly. You couldn’t move.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby girl,” he breathed, his eyes blazing into yours, close and intensely.

Seconds ticked before you reacted and yelled at him to release you. Were you actually thinking of letting him have his way with you? He’s a married man, Y/N.

His grip on your wrists tightened even more and he pushed you up against the front door, his gaze obsessed. He looked you over one last time before smashing his lips against yours. His lips trailed down to your neck where he sucked harshly. He held both your wrists with one hand while the other hand traveled down to the waistline of your running pants. You gasped; even if it was forceful, you had to admit it felt good being taken control of.

As he slipped his cold hand in your pants, you remembered Jaehyun.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked half-dazed due to the euphoric feeling elicited from Lee Taeyong’s skillful hand.

“He’s working late tonight, don’t worry sweetheart,” Taeyong responded in between sloppy kisses to your neck.

How could you so easily give yourself to a married man?

Once again, logic resurfaced in your thoughts and actions.

“Mr. Lee, I can’t.”

He stopped sucking on your neck and search for your eyes. In your nervous eyes, he detected fear and uncertainty. He knew he could no longer try to persuade and seduce you. He knew when to stop. He knew you’d give in when you were ready.

He nodded and freed your wrists from his tight hold. You couldn’t meet his eyes. With your vision focused on the tasteful tile patterns on the floor, you turned around, grasped the brass door knob, and opened the door to leave.

-

It was three in the morning and you were still struggling to finish an essay. The essay was due on Monday, and sure it was only Friday, but you were trying to keep your mind away from what had occurred hours earlier. You sighed and decided it was best to try and sleep. Lazily, you stood up from the desk chair and made your way to the bed, earphones and phone in hand.

You were too engrossed in your thoughts to notice Annie by Neon Indian playing on repeat. You were entirely consumed in your thoughts. You recalled the way Mr. Lee pushed you up against the door and sucked on your neck brutally. You wanted to feel it once more. You needed to feel it.

You reached for your phone and hastily scrolled through your contacts. Mr. Lee had offered you his number one morning, should you ever need something, and right now you desperately needed him.

Although your action was impulsive and you were aware of the strong possibility of him being asleep, you sent him a text message.

Seconds, which felt like hours, passed and you felt the vibration of your phone. It was him.

Mr. Lee: Come over.

Sweater Weather (Carry On Countdown Dec 22nd)

I realize that Baz and Simon use the term ‘jumper’ but since the prompt said sweater weather I just used the word ‘sweater’ in the fic instead. I hope you enjoy! @carryon-countdown

Simon

Simon woke up to a bird on the windowsill. He had kept the windows shut last night for the first time in forever because it had been storming horribly out. The poor thing looked drenched outside and as if it had been waiting for hours. Simon opened the window and stared at the view.
Even though he knew it was morning, the clouds were so dark it looked like it was night. The rain was coming down so hard that it had flooded the grounds. Somewhere in the distance he heard the sound of thunder and saw lightning. Simon ushered the bird inside and took the soggy parchment from its mouth.
It informed Simon that all classes were cancelled because of the weather and that students were encouraged to stay inside. He sighed and sent the bird back into the rain guiltily. After shutting the windows Baz sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“What time is it Snow?”
Simon walked back to his bed.
“Six thirty in the morning, but it’s dark as hell outside from the storm. Classes have been cancelled.”
Baz groaned happily.
“Then I’m going back to sleep.”
Simon didn’t comment back. The two of them had been more peaceful lately, ever since he decided to help Baz find his mother’s killer. Sometimes they even hung out without the excuse of a strategy meeting. In the month or so they’d been working together Simon had realized he had feelings for Baz.
He wished he didn’t, that he could just be his friend. Baz was too perfect after all; smart, attractive, rich…what could Simon offer as a boyfriend? And then there was the matter of Baz’s family hating him and the Mage wanting Simon to do whatever he asked. Really, being with Baz would be a mess.
Plus, Baz would never have feelings for someone like Simon, right?
A loud clap of thunder sounded near their room. Baz jolted up in bed and scrambled for his wand. When he realized what the sound was he calmed down but still didn’t get back in bed.
“You awake Snow?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t sleep either.”
Simon sighed and stood up. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, but the storm was making him colder than he ever usually got. He stumbled over to his dresser and pulled a thick swearer over his t-shirt. He didn’t really feel like throwing on sweats, so instead he grabbed some thick woolly socks and padded back over to his bed. Baz was staring at him.
“What?” Simon asked self-consciously.
Baz looked away.
“Nothing, I…just wondered what we’d do today.”
Simon felt himself blush.
“I didn’t realize we’d be doing anything together.”
Baz shrugged. “We’re trapped inside all day. Might as well hangout. I mean, why would we ignore each other?”
Simon huffed. “We usually do.”
Baz rolled his eyes and stood up.
“We usually did. We don’t anymore.”
Simon wasn’t about to argue with him but he also wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. The more time he spent with Baz the more his feelings for him reared their ugly heads.
Baz rubbed his arms harshly.
“Merlin, it’s cold in here.”
Baz was in a fancy looking silk pajama set. Simon imagined it wasn’t very good at keeping heat in.
“Don’t you have a sweater or something you can throw on?”
Baz shook his head.
“Nothing casual or comfortable.”
Simon knew he was being ridiculous, but he had the sudden urge to give Baz one of his sweaters to wear. It wouldn’t mean anything to Baz, but Simon knew he’d be thinking about it for the next few months. He grabbed a sweater out of his closet and threw it to Baz wordlessly.
He watched Baz’s face deepen to a light pink under his grey skin. Simon wished he could read into it, but he knew it was probably nothing. Baz didn’t blush; he was probably just really cold.
“Thanks,” Baz mumbled, “I’ll give it back tomorrow when the storm lets up.”
Simon shrugged as if it was nothing.
“It’s no big deal. I have a million of them and you don’t have one. You should keep it.”
Baz’s head snapped up and he locked gazes with Simon, his expression curious.
“Why?”
Simon wanted to point out that he had just explained why but he knew it was a lie. He wanted Baz to have his sweater so that the other boy had a piece of him. So Simon could watch him wear it and pretend it meant something more than it did. He swallowed uncomfortably.
“Because it would make me happy,” He whispered reluctantly.
He hadn’t wanted to say it, but those grey eyes of Baz’s had ruined any attempt at lying. Baz walked the small amount of space from his bed to Simon’s and stopped right in front of him.
“It would make you happy because…?”
Simon growled, feeling embarrassed.
“Why do think it makes me happy you prat? Do I have to spell it out?”
Baz’s face was intense and he wasn’t backing away.
“Yes, I think you do.”
Simon was lost in the grey of Baz’s eyes. They were like storms themselves, all wild passion and hazy grey. He answered once again without thinking.
“Because I’m in love with you.”

Baz

Baz couldn’t really believe his ears. He had been too excited when Simon offered him his sweater. In truth he wanted to stuff it in his wardrobe right away so Simon could never ask for it back. But he’d been blown away when Simon told him he could keep it.
The bigger shock by far however, was what Simon had just whispered.
“You do?” Baz asked (it was a stupid question, but he couldn’t help but double check).
Simon squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes.”
Baz watched as Simon’s face colored a deep red. He felt his own face heating too, but not out of embarrassment. Baz didn’t think he had ever felt so happy in his life. Slowly he brought his hand up to touch Simon’s cheek lightly.
“I love you too, Simon.”
Simon’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. Baz took advantage of the surprise and kissed him. Simon murmured happily and kissed him back. After a few minutes of kissing, Simon pushed him away gently.
“I would like to continue this but the bedpost is digging in my back, can we maybe take this to my bed?”
Baz felt his stomach coil with excitement.
“Mine is neater.”
Simon rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. They climbed in bed together and snuggled up to one another. Simon kissed him warmly and pulled the covers over them. Baz had never really liked rainy weather before but he definitely did now.

You probably have hardwood flooring in your home, because we picture all our readers living in Queen-Anne-style estates. In which case, you might be interested to learn that a major hardwood flooring company (Lumber Liquidators) was recently selling Chinese-made laminate with formaldehyde in it – the same formaldehyde that’s carcinogenic. Not the good kind, because there is no good kind.

Despite all the brouhaha that accompanied this story, it turns out that there are no federal regulations about formaldehyde in homes. And for that, you can send a polite thank-you letter to the American Chemistry Council, which boasts such noted and upstanding clients as Dow Jones Chemical, ExxonMobil, and (again) Bayer. The ACC makes the Legion Of Doom look like your grandma’s bridge club: they are the reason why BPA is still in food containers, and why no one knows exactly what chemicals are used in fracking, and why communities are kept in the dark about what the hell goes on inside their local chemical plants. Basically, if anyone ever tries to regulate a chemical that might be killing us, the ACC will use their combined bottomless money pit to make the problem go away.

And hey, if that doesn’t work, at least they’ll have the satisfaction of having slowed down the process much as they could – as they did with silica dust, while workers continued to get sick and die from exposure.

Of course, all of the ACC’s efforts would be for naught if it wasn’t for all the politicians kindly willing to step into their pockets.

7 Times Companies Destroyed The World (And Got Away With It)

Not as bad as I thought

Originally posted by bellamyblako

Summary/Original Request: One day you join Bellamy’s group out exploring the woods, when you all then get surprised by the acid fog. Bellamy doesn’t hesitate and pulls you with him towards a cave where you’re safe. You stay there for the night but it gets terribly cold, so you and Bell cuddle close together and keep each other warm. 

Warnings: None
Word Count: 1550
A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind!! :) And I hope you like it!




It had been late in the afternoon when Bellamy had summoned a small group from the Camp to investigate further into the woods with him. 

He had carefully chosen the people he thought could be of use, some of them carrying knives and sharp objects they had torn off the dropship to defend themselves if needed. Bellamy, his gun securely kept in his jacket, walked close behind (y/n) the whole time, keeping her in sight. 

Now that it was steadily becoming dark they were on their way back, after having tried to gather more information about the Ground. Or – how they probably should start calling it – their new home. For Bellamy knew, there was no returning to the Ark. At least not for him.
Thus, Bellamy had decided that it was best, if they knew as much as possible about it. One could never know when the extra knowlegde might come in handy.
After all, within the few weeks they had been on the Ground, he had seen more definite dangers than he could list.
And he wouldn’t accept anyone else being hurt by them. Especially not Octavia. And definitely not (y/n).

His possibilities had been letting her stay at the dropship with the others and more precisely with Murphy, or taking her with him, where he at least knew he could protect her. His decision had been easily made. He didn’t trust Murphy and his friends as far as he could throw them.
Actually he had wanted to take Octavia with him also, but she hadn’t agreed on coming. And so he had decided, that she was safe with Clarke, rather than out in the woods with him, where she would probably end up running off alone.

Slowly their small group made their way through the woods, and though their initial enthusiasm had vanished, they were still more than wary about their surroundings.

Suddenly (y/n) stopped. „What is it?“, Bellamy asked, stopping right next to her, shoving his hand into his jacket, ready to pull out his gun.
But she didn’t answer, and instead put a finger to her lips to shush him. Bellamy looked down at her, before lifting his head, straining to listen to whatever she just had heard. And then he did, too. A horn.
„What is that?“, she asked and turned around, but seemed to get an answer to her question almost immediately, as her eyes grew wide. Quickly Bellamy turned around too, finally realising what was happening. 

„Acid fog!“, he shouted, and out of instinct grabbed (y/n)’s hand, pulling her with him, before he started running as fast as he could.  
He saw the others all running in different directions, trying to find shelter. But in this moment he couldn’t care for all of them. Now he had to save himself, and even more important – he had to save her.
„There are caves over there“, he cried over his shoulder, as both ran as fast as possible without tripping, away from the fog, that had already drawn close enough to waft around their feet. Bellamy could already feel the slight burning sensation spread over his skin.
Finally they reached the caves. Just in time Bellamy pushed her inside, following her as deep as they could inside it.
She panted heavily, supporting herself against the cave wall, lifting her head to look at – or rather – past him. „Are you sure it can’t get inside here?“ Panting as heavily as her Bellamy nodded, putting his hands on his hips, until he managed to catch his breath again.
A few minutes (y/n) sighed, and sat down on a small rock formation. „Looks like we’ll be in here for some time.“

Bellamy just nodded. He had just realised that this meant, he would be alone with her. But as quickly as it had come, he had swallowed the thought again. It was no time to be thinking about his feelings for her.

Over the past few days he had found his eyes drifting to her figure more and more often, his body conscious of her presence without meaning to, and even though he had tried to avoid her as best as he could, this feeling seemed to grow steadily. But he also knew, that she didn’t approve of most of his actions. Therefore she would most likely turn him down. And this was the exact reason he didn’t tell her. 

Frustrated Bellamy kicked a small pebble through the cave, before sitting down also, staring at the opposite wall, deeply wrapped in his thoughts.
„When do you reckon it is safe to go outside again?“, (y/n) asked into the rather uncomfortable silence that had formed.
Bellamy stopped staring at the wall, and turned his gaze to her instead.  He shrugged.
„A few hours I guess.“
She stood up, and went through the room, stopping in front of him, before she sat down on his side. „I guess this means we’ll spend the night.“ Bellamy nodded, clenching and unclenching his fists at the thought. Sighing she leant back onto the cave wall. „Cozy.“

(Y/n) had stood up again, and was now pacing the small room, much to Bellamy’s annoyance.
It made him nervous. 

„Would you stop that, please.“
She stopped for a moment, but just placed her hand in her pockets, before continuing to stroll through the small cave. „(Y/n). Please“, he said again, leaning his head against the cage wall. „You should try to sleep a bit instead.“
She nodded, but didn’t look very convinced. And she didn’t sit down. Bellamy opened his eyes and looked at her.
Not before that he realised suddenly that she was shivering. 

„You are cold“, he said, both a statement and sudden explanation for her pacing through the cave.
Licking her lips in slight embarrassment, (y/n) nodded.
He hesitated, but then scooched over a few centimeters, gesturing for her to sit down. She seemed suspicious. „Sit down“, he said, staring at her, until she eventually did as she was told.
Hesitantly she sat down beside him, making him very aware of the fact, that her shoulder was touching his. And as embarrassing as it might have been for both of them, this wouldn’t help much to improve the fact that she was cold.
On that account Bellamy carefully placed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. First he felt her body stiffen at the sudden physical contact, but not long after that she started to relax against him.
„Thank you“, she murmured.
Bellamy nodded. And then he sighed. „You should try to sleep now.“

And to his surprise (y/n) indeed did rest her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Bellamy couldn’t get himself to avert his gaze, as he watched her slowly reaching out for the hand he had slung around her shoulder, taking it in hers.
Gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, Bellamy leaned back, so she could lie more comfortably against him, all the while anxious not let go of her hand.
Slowly he rested his head on hers.

A few minutes later, though, she shifted, causing him to lift his head again, and look down at her. Gently she squeezed his hand, and he returned the pressure, as he watched her turning to face him.
Weakly she smiled up to him, making his heart miss a beat. All at once he realised how close his face was to hers, and was painfully aware of every part of his body that touched hers.
And before he knew what he was doing, completely forgetting the fact that she had probably wanted to say something, he crossed the remaining distance between their faces and pressed his lips softly on hers. 

Barely had his lips touched hers, when she completely surprised him by returning the kiss.
Gaining confidence out of her response Bellamy put more pressure on the kiss and felt her smiling against his lips. 

After he reluctantly pulled away from her, he rested his forehead against hers and slowly opened his eyes, directly gazing into her (e/c)irises.
She let her eyes wander over his face, before a smile started to form around the corners of her lips.
„I love you“, Bellamy breathed, gently resting his free hand on her cheek. Her eyes widened slightly at his words, as she leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly. But just as soon, her featured relaxed once more into a smile and her lids fluttered closed.

„I love you too“, she whispered, before opening her eyes again, letting her lips brush over his again.

Gently Bellamy stroke his thumb over her lips and cheek, before pulling her close to him once more.
After they broke the kiss she shifted back into her earlier position, closing her eyes as she relaxed against his body. „Maybe staying the night isn’t as bad as I thought“, she whispered, before her breathing slowly became steady as her body relaxed against his.

Bellamy pulled her closer, resting his chin carefully on her head, after pressing another kiss on her hair.

He never thought he’d admit something like this, but maybe the time on the Ground wouldn’t have to be as horrible as he had expected. At least not with her around.




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OnyxDraws Presents -

Steven Universe: Into the Darkness - Final Poster

Steven’s world is about to take a dark turn when an old enemy returns, intending to unleash his wrath upon the planet. A super weapon with the power to end all life has been discovered, and this dark enemy intends to use it to complete the mission the Cluster failed to accomplish. Can the Crystal Gems stop him from succeeding, or will they fail… and let the world fall into darkness…?

Collab Artist Contributions:
Me: Rough sketches, solid colors, gradient sky, stars.
@sketchapod: Line work, cliff colors.
@aqua-the-rock: For her valiant efforts to help me color this project, but her computer kept crashing, I still thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Featuring:
All Canon Characters and Gems
My gemsonas Onyx and Agate, as well as Tanzine, Taaffeite, Orthoclase and Almandine as dark silhouettes.
@sketchapod‘s Rhodochrosite and Peridot’s Manager as a dark silhouette.
@flower-thorns‘s Vanadinite
@vt-scribbles‘s Phire (I wanted to give him a bigger role so I put him on the poster to emphasize that.)
@sonicgirl95′s Pyrite
@norklostheart‘s Wulfenite as a dark silhouette.
@namelessphantom‘s Sodalite as a dark silhouette.
and @gemcrust‘s Ice as as a dark silhouette.

(Reminder: I was given permission to feature all of these characters in this upcoming story, but if you were one of these people who gave me permission and have either forgotten or feel the need to talk to me about them being featured, let me know. I would never want to do something without permission.)

Dark Princess. //Draco Malfoy x Reader

 ➣Title: Dark Princess

 ➣Prompt: Being Voldemorts daughter

 ➣Paring:  Draco Malfoy x Reader

 ➣Warning(s): Being Voldemorts daughter is bad, so wArNiNg.


“Draco Malfoy is coming,” Pansy squealed, “Act cool.” She whispered as he came closer. I rolled my eyes, as she giggled loudly, Draco looked at us. I kept my eyes on his grey ones; he smirked slightly as I looked away. “Did you see him staring at me?” she squealed again. “Yes,” I muttered. She went on and on about Draco and how he’s “in love with her” which is rubbish. He doesn’t love her, he actually hates her, but as she talked about him I just nodded and hummed.

We walked to the Great Hall, getting ready to eat dinner. I had been starred at when I walked down the halls of Hogwarts, but today was different, more people were starring, whispering, moving away from me. I saw Draco standing at the door with Crabbe, and Goyle. I walked past them nodding, “Boys,” I simply said as I looked at Draco’s eyes. I walked past them, as I was I was tripped. I fell down on my knees, before looking back. I watched as the two bigger boys laughed, and Draco walk towards me. He put out his hand, helping me up. I smiled at him; he gave me a faint smile. I started walking towards Pansy and sat down beside her.

I sat in the common room, it was pretty late and I was sitting in a chair by a window. I had been twirling my wand in-between my fingers when I heard footsteps. “Who’s there?” I asked, looking towards the staircase, “Malfoy,” a faint voice said I looked at him, I could see his dark mark, making me look at it. “Why are you up?” he asked, I looked at the window again, “Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered, he nodded before agreeing. He came and sat down in front of me, putting his head on my knee. “Why do you have the dark mark?” I asked, looking down at him again, he had put his attention on the moon, “I was chosen.” He said, I felt some tears in my eyes. ‘Chosen.’ Played over and over again. “Me too.” I whispered. “I just thought you chose to be in it.” He said sarcastically, “Haha, very funny.” I muttered rolling my eyes, “Want to hear a secret?” I asked, looking at him, he seemed interested, so I went on. “I was born to be Voldemorts daughter, he got my mum pregnant in their seventh year, and she put me up for adoption. Bloody idiots,” I muttered the last part. Draco had looked up at me, making me look away feeling tears in my eyes. “I shouldn’t really be at this school, but both my mum and dad are Slytherin and so are my adoptive parents. They’re both Death Eaters too.” I muttered.

I had fallen asleep in the chair, and Draco had fallen asleep on the floor, he had his head on my lap. I woke up to someone stomping away from us. I opened my eyes and looked at everyone. “Go,” I muttered, closing my eyes again. I started messing with Draco’s hair, trying to wake him up. I heard him mutter something under his breath, “Draco wake up.” I mumbled, “No,” he muttered, I groaned and threw my head back. “You git,” I muttered before moving his head. “I want to go to Potions and go eat,” I said throwing the blanket I had, on top of Draco. “I don’t want to get up,” I groaned, “Too bad, you can come and sleep later. I’ll be skipping some of my classes anyways.” I shrugged and he lifted his head, opening his eyes, “Fiiiine.” He whined getting up.

We finished potions and everything and went back to the common room. I had claimed to be sick, and needed help getting back to the room, surprisingly they bought.

Draco had forced me up to his room, so he could sleep. I sat on his bed as he cuddled into my side. I ended up falling asleep soon after. We woke up to the pain of the dark mark. “He needs us,” I muttered into his chest, he nodded. “We have to go,” I whined sitting up, he nodded again. I apparated us to the destination which my father was. I was standing in the door way with Draco, tons of people already there. Eyes had turned to me, making my eyes flick to the ground. I walked to my seat, which was beside Voldemorts, Draco sitting beside his parents. “Now on with the meeting.”

A/N: The way this ended suuuuucks. But THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH FOR ALLMOST 300 FOLLOWERS! THANK YOU FOR READING, REBLOGGING, LIKING ALL OF MY STUFF! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!

The T-Shirt

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

Characters - Sam x Reader, Mention of Dean

Summary - Sometimes a t-shirt isn’t just a t-shirt.

Word Count - 861

Warnings - Angst. Like, a lot of angst.

A/N - This one came out of nowhere. Hope you like! (May do a second part if requested?)


It was silly, really. Childish.

You kept it in the bottom of your rucksack, next to the hairdryer that you rarely had time to use. It was worn and soft, run through the wash countless times. The dark grey faded to a lighter shade, small holes formed from use. You only pulled it out on special occasions, on those tougher restless nights you spent alone.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You pulled it on, always amazed at how large it was and how it hung loosely on your frame. Running your hands down the length of the soft cotton, thoughts of the tall man popped into your head. He was like the shirt- he’d been around for a long time and even after all he went through, he still managed to be soft and strong.

The old motel bed creaked as you settled down on top of it, sitting on the edge.

Tonight would be a year since you left.

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El Diablo- Footage

I was taking the short route to my destination when an old man leered at me from a dark alley. Ugh, how cliched. “What’s in that purse of yours, gorgeous?”

Ignoring him, I kept walking, my head held high. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a short but intimidating man with tattoos on every inch of his body walking towards us, and mentally sighed. 

“Why you little-”

“She ain’t biting the bait, pal. Back off.”

I was about to turn to him, and tell him off, but oldie beat me to it. “What’s it to you, anyways? Punk.”

That seemed to hit a nerve with him, as he lunged forward and socked the man in the alley. I screeched and stepped forward to stop him, but they were really going at it- punches being thrown everywhere, and I could have sworn I saw a golden tooth landing on the grimy pavement.

Having given him a black eye the size of a small orange, Tattoos backed off, and turned to me with a satisfied expression. “Want me to walk you home, miss?”

“No, I don’t. Just like I didn’t need your help with that guy.”

Eyeing me up and down, he nodded to himself. “That’s it, miss, we’re walking together. Dressed like that, you could get… This ain’t Metropolis, lady.”

“You imbecile, this skirt is short on purpose.”

“Huh?”

“I’m an actress, and that’s my co-star you just beat the shit out of. We were shooting, for Christ’s sake.”

He turned beet red, and started to stammer an apology, but I beat him to it, already bored. “Beat it, Baddie. We’ll patch him up, no worries.”

“Hey, (Name)!” My director shouted, “Ask the nice man if we can use that footage. It’s so realistic.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation. “Directors and their reel, I swear,” I muttered. “You don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, Mister…”

He seemed to be contemplating something, then he stretched his hand forward. “Chato. Pleasure to meet you.”

I laughed, “This has the been the most terrible first meeting ever, don’t give me that ‘Pleasure’ bullshit.”

A small grin formed on his lips. “It’s been a while since I did something like this.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe we can redo that whole first meeting jazz. Go somewhere nice.”

“Hey, Rico Suave, let’s take it real easy, okay?” He just stood their quietly, trying to look like he didn’t care, like he wasn’t embarrassed and a little bit upset by my rejection.

My director, having seen an opportunity for profit, stepped in, “A 30-minute coffee break wouldn’t hurt, would it, (Name)?”

I shot a faint grin Chato’s way, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, trying resolutely not to blush. 

“Let’s go, hotshot.”

Shy Alibi - Jungkook

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Group: BTS
Member: Jungkook
Type: smut
warnings: sexual content, quicky

SMUT REQUEST
you can find the request here


He was constantly fiddling with the hem of his dark blue botton-down shirt, nervously looking around him. You watched him from across the table, amused by his uneasiness. His shoes were tapping to an uptempo rhytm to try and calm down his nerves, but it wasn’t much use. He kept glancing at the entrance of the restaurant every time he noticed someone came in to confirm their reservation, only to find they were not the people he was waiting for. He stifly pressed his lips together, clapping his hands on his lap, along with the rhytm his feet were making.

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Cucumber Cauliflower Salad

I sort of stopped eating salads for a while because my dad kept making them and trying to put All The Vegetables into one salad and it was Too Much and All Over The Place! But! I stumbled across this simple combo a few days ago and have made it twice now!  It makes a nice little side salad!

- Salad greens (I do a mix of dark greens, like a spinach/kale type mix, but you do you!)

- Cucumber

- Cauliflower

- Red onion

- Salad dressing (I’ve been using a creamy Italian w/ romano cheese, but use what you want!)

Slice your cucumber however you like it. (I slice medallions and then chop those into quarters)

Chop some red onion.

Break your cauliflower into bite-size little florets.

Toss all that w/ your greens & dressing & salt/pepper to taste!

Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Can I request Leo lingerie shopping with his girlfriend? Teasy Leo is to die for. I absolutely love your writing btw!!

thank you dear!! leo is lifeeeee thank you for the request! ~admin o

               Well, your ego was certainly inflated today. Your boyfriend Taekwoon kept on clearing his throat behind you as the two of you were out lingerie shopping. He’d alert you to get your attention, nodding just slightly at something, eyes a little dark- and you’d immediately go to find it in your size.

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Honestly I think you should make a badlydrawn blog!! It’s a way to improve your art and to do something you enjoy, as well as interact with other yoi blogs!     ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Every artist starts off somewhere, and if you keep drawing, I’m sure you’ll improve!! If anything, use references and watch speed paints. There’s no shame in that at all!

Don’t be like me. I’ve wanted to make askblogs for different fandoms long ago. For instance, a couple years back, I wanted to make a Spain ask blog when my dark self was into hetalia lmao. Didn’t get to it because I was pretty insecure of my art at the time and usually kept my drawings to myself. Hell, I didn’t even make a JJBA character ask blog 2 years ago because I didn’t trust in my art skills. I felt that if I made an ask blog back then, then maybe my art would be a little bit better?? Overall, not making a character drawing ask blog early on is something I regret not doing. I mean, I’m glad I did it now though, since this is my first character ask blog!!! And looking back from when I first started in Dec, I’ve made some improvement! 

So hey, don’t be intimidated by other artists, because everyone is at their own level of art! And try not to judge yourself too harshly because the more you start complimenting your drawings, then the more you’ll be inspired to draw! And when you’re more inspired to draw, your skills and techniques will improve! 💕💕✨

For instance, my first digital art piece on ms paint 6yrs ago to now: 

So please do make a badlydrawn yoi blog!! And fyi, it’d be hella rad if there were more aged up yoi blogs ;D 

Though fill free to make your own badlydrawn yoi character blog with a character that you personally like!!! HOWEVER MAKE SURE THAT OTHER BADLYDRAWN YOI BLOGS ARE COOL WITH YOU USING THE SAME CHARACTER AS THEM. ✌️

anonymous asked:

Possesive and jealous badboy!Calum in some pub? love u xx

It was a well known fact that The Falcons spent a lot of time at The Dirty Knobleman, the local pub. At least three members could be found there at any time, and more often than not a few of them would work there in order to earn some money. The landlord gave them free reign, giving them access to the flat upstairs for them to use as a base sometimes, as long as they paid the rent and kept the pub out of any trouble.

Since meeting Calum, you spent a lot of time there too.

You were more than used to the lights that were a little too dark to be considered normal, the music that you could never quite hear properly, the carpet that had more stains on it than anyone could ever count. Unlike the first time you had entered and felt intimidated by the boys in leather jackets and men with arms wider than your head, The Dirty Knobleman was now a place where you felt more than comfortable.

Walking in, you smiled at the usual inhibitors of the pub, making your way over to the bar. A quick scan of the room meant that Calum wasn’t here, but you were relieved to find Ashton behind the counter. He grinned at you, pouring you a drink automatically.

“He’s on his way.” He smiles at you, answering your unasked question. You smiled, sipping your drink before sitting on the bar stool, your eyes wandering around the room.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” The person beside you asks, and you spin to find a group of boys, a similar age to yourself that were clearly. A glance at Ashton let you know they weren’t new members, and you inwardly groaned, knowing they would try to show off in attempt to impress them.

“Drinking.” You smiled politely, not wanting to talk to them. The boy closest to you steps forward, leaning on the bar beside you.

“Alone?” He asks with a smirk, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“For now.” You tell him, eyes darting to the door. You see Calum walk in, accompanied by Michael and Luke, and you let out a little sigh of relief.

“Why don’t you drink with us? I can keep you company.” The boy tells you, before Calum’s hand lands on your waist. You twist your head to find his jaw locked, glare settled on the boy. Ashton places three beers on the bar, exchanging greetings with the other two.

“Won’t be necessary.” He mutters, your eyes returning to the boy, who’d now straightened up. “I’ll look after her.”

“Think that’s the lady’s choice mate.” The boy bravely states, his friends chuckling behind him. Michael lets out a low whistle as Calum’s glare hardens, his jaw clenching.

“Let me be clear.” His words ring with authority, and you can’t help but smirk yourself. “She doesn’t need your company, because she’s my girl. Now, take yourself and your friends out of my pub, before I fucking make you.”

The boy pales, glancing at his friends before they scurry out of the door. You giggle, whilst the other boys laugh, Luke clapping Calum’s shoulder as he spins you to face him. Pressing his kips to yours, his hand grips your hip tighter for a second, before he pulls away to grin at you.

“Hey Angel, how’s your day been?” He smiles, making you giggle again.

“It’s been good tough guy.” You chuckle, smiling as he takes a drink. “You’ve scared that kid shitless you know.”

Calum shrugs with a smirk, kissing you again, this time for longer and you can feel the emotion behind it as he pulls away.

“It’ll teach him for trying it with my girl.”


finishing up badboy!5sos night with @dancinghashton

War Water / Water of Mars

War Water (a.k.a., Water of Mars) has both malevolent and beneficial applications. In its basic state, War Water tends to keep one foot in the malevolent camp (which can probably be inferred by its name). 

What follows here is a method of creating a War Mother - War Water Starter that, if kept in a cool dark place, should last indefinitely. This can then be used to create either a beneficial or a more specifically malevolent War Water. My own methods of creating each then follow the War Mother instructions.
(Image above sourced from [this post]).

A Note on the Actual Water:

If you know ahead of time the exact type of War Water you want to create, or if you want to create War Mothers of both types to keep ready all the time, you will want to tailor the exact type of water you’re using. Here are some examples:

  • For Malevolent War Water use rain water collected during a thunderstorm, or water collected from a swamp.
  • For Beneficial War Water use rain water collected during a calm, refreshing rain, or water collected from a clear stream.
  • In a pinch, take tap water and filter it three times; To key it for Malevolent War Water, charge it with your own negativity and malice then let it sit under the dark moon; To key it for Beneficial War Water, charge it with your own positivity and let it sit under the full moon.

Creating your War Mother


This will serve as a constant source of War Water starter, which you can then take and modify to suit your specific needs at any given time.

What You Will Need:

  • Water (see above)
  • A Sealable Glass container (a mason jar or bottle)
  • Cut Iron Nails (This is important, as modern nails are almost always coated to prevent rusting.)
  • A cool, dark place to keep your water

What You Will Do:

  1. Add the nail(s) and water to your glass container - A good ratio to keep in mind is 1 cut iron nail for every 4oz of water.
  2. Seal the container and stick in your cool, dark place.
  3. Shake the container every once in awhile.
  4. Open the container now and then (as a suggestion, once a week) to allow more oxygen in to keep the oxidation going.
  5. Let it sit no less than 5 weeks.

How You Use It:
When you want to create a more specific Water of Mars, or even just use this basic War Water, strain off the amount you want to use from this War Mother. Then, add more water to the War Mother to keep it going.

Every time you add water, be sure to reset the 5-week-minimum timer. If at any time your War Mother develops mold, ditch everything and start over from scratch (you can salvage the nails if you clean and sterilize them before using again).


For Malevolent War Water


What You Will Need
:

  • Water from your War Mother
  • Herbs associated with aggression and malevolence
  • Broken glass and/or sharp metal shavings
  • Your own urine
  • Sealable glass container

When You Will Do It:
In order of importance - While Mars is direct, and the moon is is Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces.

What You Will Do:

  1. Add the herbs, glass/metal, and urine to the container.
  2. Slowly add the water from your War Mother to the container, focusing on your malevolence and its destructive force.
  3. Seal the container and give it a tormentalous swirl.

How You Use It:
Traditionally, you shatter the bottle at the feet of, or on the property of, the person with whom you are quarreling.

Alternately, you can set the bottle over a target’s picture, and use it in a more generic attack working.


For Beneficial War Water:

What You Will Need:

  • Water from your War Mother
  • Herbs associated with protection and defense.
  • One piece of Bloodroot.
  • Black Salt
  • Sealable glass container
  • (optional) Tag-lock for yourself and/or family/target

When You Will Do It:
In order of importance - When Mars is Retrograde, and the moon is in Aries, Leo, or Sagittarius.

What You Will Do:

  1. Add the herbs, bloodroot, black salt, and any tag-locks you want to the container.
  2. Slowly add the water from your War Mother to the container, focusing on your peaceful calm and forces of protection.
  3. Seal the container and give it a gentle swirl.

How You Use It:
This is more of a protective talisman. You can keep the container on you, or in an area you want to keep protected. The black salt in this mixture will help it last a little longer by deflecting some of the negativity in the area, but keep an eye on this because as it mostly absorbs negativity, there is a limit to how useful it will be. The color will change to a deeper red/black as it absorbs all it can. Keep an eye on it, and replace as necessary.


I hope some find this useful. Personally, I really like making protective water of mars during the time when mars is retrograde, and I try to do it every year.