you're not supposed to be this cute

*51/100 days of productivity*

8.3.16 // New American Modernism with Jay Gatz in the morning -
- Old American Modernism with Eliot and his Fishmonger-King -

// p.s today no mimosa, just some Lilacs out of the dead land.
Are you a woman? you’re all year, babe, I suppose //  

Stargazing

Ezio Auditore x Reader

On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…


A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.

“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.

“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.

“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.

You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.

“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”

You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.

“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.

“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.

“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.

“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.

“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.

“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.

“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.

“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.

“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.

Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.

A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.

“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”

The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.

“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.

“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.

The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.

“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.

“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.

Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.

“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.

They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.

Baby Talk
  • Molly: *making faces* Here comes the powice car for my wittle baby-waby-girly-wirly *waving the spoon, making siren noises*
  • Baby Holmes: *giggling*
  • Sherlock: *at his laptop; sighs* Must you do that?
  • Molly: *smiling* She loves it. She doesn't go for planes.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Nooo. The baby talk. She's not an idiot and, frankly, it's vewwy distracting.
  • Molly: *amused* What was that?
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Nothing.
  • Molly: *grins* Did you just-
  • Sherlock: *hiding behind the laptop* Nope. It was your heawing- hear-ring *clears his throat* Hearing.
  • Molly: *approaches him and sits in his lap*
  • Sherlock: *avoiding looking at her*
  • Molly: *smiles affectionately* You do it, too, don't you?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Maybe.
6

Shi Tingmao (CHN) wins gold in the women’s 3m springboard diving event at the Rio 2016 Summer Olympics. She finished with a total score of 406.05, 18.15 points ahead of second place. This is her second gold medal from Rio, having earlier won the women’s synchronized 3m springboard event with partner Wu Minxia.

2

already choking on my pride

so there’s no use crying about it

  • : : TOTAL SHAMBLES, AS PER USUAL
  • *Bart's lab*
  • Sherlock: *pacing back and forth, alternating between anxiously glancing at his laptop and checking his watch*
  • John: *drumming his fingers on the bench* Will you stop it? You're driving me mad.
  • Sherlock: *still pacing* I can't help it. She's never late.
  • John: It's only been ten minutes.
  • Sherlock: *rummaging for his phone* I calling Graham.
  • John: *shakes his head* So she went out last night-
  • Sherlock: *fidgeting* Yes, without my knowledge. I hadn't had him checked, he could be anyone. She hasn't updated her blog, any of her social media, called, text. Anything could have happened to her.
  • John: *shrugs* She might have got lucky.
  • Sherlock: *glares at him*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Or murdered. Who knows?
  • Sherlock: *dialling* He wouldn't dare.
  • Molly: *hurries into the lab; pulling on her lab coat, out of breath*
  • Molly: *notices them and smiles* Oh, hi. Sorry I'm late...traffic, you know. That, and my stupid phone broke...
  • Sherlock: *sweeps her up into a tight hug; murmuring into her hair, relieved* Thank you for not sleeping with the murderer.
  • Molly: *confused; glances at John*
  • John: *mouths* Tough morning.
  • Molly: *awkwardly pats his back* Um, okay...
10

Sho’s not so Secret Getaway w/ Nagase Tomoya
                                                      ✨    Two old men in Disneyland   ✨

吸血姫 ナイトパレード (Kyuuketsuki Night Parade)

Rabbit Candy has announced their newest series! In this series, you are a vampire seeking a human husband… for the purpose of making powerful children. (Why else would you want a human husband?*) ( ・` ᴗ ´・ )

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

“A child born of a vampire and a human holds exceptional power…”

On one beautiful night during a given month, the heads of vampire families host evening parties for the sake of their daughters.

Invited from the human world to join in these soirées are a variety of men who are of different backgrounds, ages, and nationalities.

Since you are a daughter of one of these vampire families, you must choose your groom from one of these humans—with, of course, the intention of producing offspring with said groom in mind.

Who among these viable candidates will you choose to make your husband?

The first candidate in this line-up is the cheerful type (featured middle), the second candidate (left) is the intellectual, and the third candidate (right) is actually a vampire hunter (?!).

CVs (Respectively): 杉崎和哉 (Taniyama Kishou), 雨宮孝之 (Tamaru Atsushi), 黒瀬鷹 (Kuroda Takaya)

Release Dates: July 13th, August 17th, and September 14th, 2016.

2

There’s a decent chance that you and Palmer are related

365 Days of Olicity: Day 2