#stunning Corona

[leo-doesnt-know]

Total Solar Eclipse

#absolutely mindblowing #not the best photos #but that's okay! #it was enough to see it with my own eyes #stunning Corona #everything went quiet and still #and it got darker and the stars came out #best. thing. ever. #total solar eclipse #eclipse #eclipse 2024 #solar eclipse 2024 #total solar eclipse 2024 #solar eclipse #astronomy

[aleatoryw]

the sky did this today

#picture one uses a solar filter but in picture two it was genuinely that dark out #cannot possibly describe how awe inspiring it was. the corona of the sun was perfectly visible and streams of light came off it #the sky became dark like after a sunset and the temperature dropped noticably - everyone near us was audibly stunned #eclipse

[justbeautifulnaturevideos]

Aurora Borealis & Northern Lights - No Sound - 1 Hour

#Youtube #aurora #aurore beaureal #so pretty #absolutely gorgeous #so beautiful #absolutely stunning #oh wow #northen lights #majestic #amazing #light #corona borealis #sky #background video #loop #video loop #youtube video

[fluffyjex]

Hey, how many of you are still wearing masks when you go out? Especially asking Americans.

My existing social anxiety went through the roof when all this hit. I'm scared of going out and interacting with people, especially inside buildings. My mom convinced me to get a haircut because my hair dresser of 20+ years is moving, and I suppressed my anxiety but now it's hitting me hard. We're doing a couple errands and I haven't seen anyone wearing masks besides my mom, who I'm not convinced wears a mask into places unless I'm with her.

#covid 19 #Corona #masks #anxiety #we're still in a pandemic right? #my hair looks absolutely stunning at least ^^ #mom bought me chocolate :o

[leennaan]

Alessia Russo // Take on the world pt2

Here it is. Part two of „Take on the world“

Pt1 can be found here

Warnings: mentions of death and mental health problems. It’s not very detailed but it is mentioned so if that triggers you don’t read it. Take care of yourself.

With that being said, enjoy reading💕

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A few weeks had gone by since Alessia and Lotte had left the states, but the Corona situation had only worsened since then.

You left Chaphill a week after the two English girls to go back to your family in New York.

Alessia and you called each other daily. Sometimes you called her in the morning, and you would make breakfast for yourself and your little sister while she ate lunch or did her exercises. Sometimes it would already be night in England, and you would talk about your day while the blonde would just listen to you until she fell asleep.

The distance was hard for you both, as you were used to being in close proximity 24/7, but you managed.

But it got harder and harder when your girlfriend called you less and less. When you did talk to each other, you could sense that something was wrong, but you didn’t want to pressure Lessi.

When Alessia hadn’t talked to you in over two days with not even a text, you got worried.

You were scared that you had done anything. That she didn’t love you anymore. But also, maybe something had happened. Whenever the two of you talked, she looked drained with swollen and red-rimmed eyes. She looked like she had cried a lot, and it made you sick that you didn’t know what had happened to her.

So on the second day, she hadn’t called or answered your text, so you decided to call Lotte.

„Hey Y/N. What happened? You look like you cried."

Lotte had answered the second you dialed her number.

A son escaped your lips, and Lotte was instantly concerned.

„Calm down. Talk to me. What’s going on?"

„Lessi, she, I think she, she wants to break up with me."

You sobbed.

„Lessi wants what? Why would you say that? That girl is heads over heels in love with you.“

Lotte looked at you like you had lost your head or something. A few days ago, you would have believed her in an instant, but now you're not so sure.

"She hasn’t called me or answered my text in the last two days. That’s so unlike her. She called me even two or three times a day not many days ago, and then it got less and less, and the texts got shorter and shorter, and now she stopped altogether.“

You explained to Lotte, who looked more and more worried.

„Y/n I don’t think that that has anything to do with you. She hasn’t talked to me either, and the last time we talked, she looked so tired and sad."

Now you felt really bad. You had noticed that something was up with your girlfriend, but instead of trying to help her, you got stuck in your own head.

"You are right, Lotts. She looked like she had cried a lot when we last talked.“

„You know what? I will drive over tomorrow and look at how she is doing. I call you when I know more."

„Thank you, Lotts. I feel so stupid. I should have released that something wasn’t right. I wish I was with you guys. I want to help Lessi, but I feel like I am too far away.“

It took you a few hours to comprehend what Lotte had said.

You really felt dumb. The way you noticed her red and swollen eyes, her small voice when she talked, the way she seemed to be miles away—never once had you thought about why she was like that. Your mind had gone straight to thinking she would break up with you.

Now angry at yourself, you threw your mobile phone across the room, only to scramble to your feet and quickly make your way over to it when it started ringing.

You looked at your screen, which read “star girl." Stunned, you looked at the clock. It was around 3 a.m. in the morning in London. Now concerned about Alessia, you quickly accepted the face-time call.

You could barely make Alessia out in the darkness of her room, but you could definitely hear her sniffling.

“Lessi Baby? What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned, but she didn’t answer you.

"Baby, you scare me. You can talk to me; you know that, right?” It was silent for a few seconds, but it felt like hours until the blonde quietly started to talk.

"He, he is gone, Y/N."

Immediately, your heart sank. "They said he was better; they said he would be released soon. I don’t know what to do; y/n, he is gone.“

You watched as Alessia started to cry, and you wished nothing more than to be there with her. To be able to hold her. You knew she was talking about her grandpa. The situation in Italy was still tense. A lot of people were dying because of COVID, but until now, no one close to you was affected. Now that had changed, and you couldn’t imagine how Alessia must feel.

„Baby I am so sorry. I wish I could hold you. Is there anything I can do for you?“ You asked, now hating this whole situation even more.

Alessia's blue eyes were chiming with tears, and you had to fight back your own. Seeing Alessia like this broke you.

„Can you just talk to me? I haven’t slept since yesterday, when we got the call. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face."

„Of course I can. Anything specific?“ Your girlfriend shook her head.

„My parents are thinking of adopting a dog. They said that with me and also my sister going to college next year, they will be lonely. I felt betrayed that now that I am out of the house, they want a dog. You know I wanted one since I was little.“

And so you talked to her for the next few hours. Here and there, Alessia would hum or nod her head at you to show that she was listening. Slowly, you noticed her eyelids dropping and watched her fall into a restless sleep.

You stayed on the phone even after she fell asleep. As you watched her, a lone tear made its way down your cheek.

A few hours later, you woke up feeling slightly disoriented. You grabbed your phone from where it lay next to you.

Alessia had sent you a thank-you text and had wished you a good day.

That’s how the next few days went. At first, Alessia called you after she couldn’t fall asleep for hours, but you couldn’t see her struggling even more, so you started to call her around six p.m. London time. Often, Alessia just wanted to hear your voice, and you obliged, telling her about your day. One day you even played on your guitar after what felt like years. You started playing when you were little, but it got less and less in recent years. Now you were singing for her songs that you thought she liked or that she requested.

She didn’t know that you could play or sing, but she loved it, and so did you.

It kind of got therapeutic for you too, and slowly you started playing for yourself again, even when you were not talking to Alessia.

When the summer neared, you got increasingly excited.

Alessia was feeling better; at least that was what she told you.

You could still see the pain in her eyes, and you knew that she wasn’t as well as she said, but she was slowly getting there. Her smiles became more real again, and you knew she slept better because the begs under her eyes got less prominent.

Around early June, you went back to campus, and this time you took your guitar with you.

Over the last few weeks, you even started to write little songs. Nothing was good in your opinion, but it helped you sort out your thoughts.

Alessia and Lotte called you one afternoon when you were sitting in your dorm room with your guitar in hand, and they were both really buzzing. You felt the good energy as soon as you accepted the call.

„We are coming back!“ Was the first thing that Allesia shouted.

„Wait what?“ You asked, perplexed.

„Yes, we just booked our flight for next week. The restrictions aren’t as bad as before, and we want to get back as soon as possible. I know Blondie over here has missed you an awful lot, but I missed you almost as much," answered Lotte, and you couldn’t help the big grin that spread over your face when Alessia punched Lotte lightly on the shoulder.

„No way, guys, I am so excited. When are you back? I’ll pick you up from the airport. I can’t believe it. I missed you both. Campus and everything just isn’t the same without you Brits.“ You laughed.

That’s how you found yourself in the airport in North Carolina only five days later, impatiently waiting for the two girls to arrive.

And with almost one and a half hours of delay, they landed. As soon as you saw Alessia, you couldn’t help yourself, and you sprinted right into her arms. She had dropped her luggage to be able to hoist you up into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist, clinging to her like a koala.

„Oh how I have missed you." Whispered Lessi into your ear, not letting go of you. You answered by kissing her. It felt so good to have her lips on yours again.

After what felt like hours but in reality were only a few seconds, Lotte interrupted you two. „I know you guys love each other and missed each other so much, but I also missed you. Can I at least get a hug?“

Both Lessi and you couldn’t help but laugh before your girlfriend let you down, and you hugged Lotte. „I missed you too, Lotts.“

The next few weeks were the best you had for a while. Being able to spend time with your girlfriend made you extremely happy, and you could see that Alessia was feeling better too.

Of course, there were days when she was feeling down, but being able to just hug you was enough to make her better.

On days she was feeling especially down, you would get out your guitar and play something for her. You even taught her a few accords.

But soon you noticed that not all things were back to perfect.

At training, there was uncertainty about stuff and players. No one knew what the season would bring.

It wasn’t decided whether the games would be held as normal or if there would even be a college cup.

Training was hard if no one knew what they trained for.

You noticed that Lotte and Alessia were not happy with the situation.

„When we don’t have games, we are losing our opportunities.“ Said Lotte one evening when you were sitting together with the whole team. Of course, she was right. Without games to watch for national or club coaches, they would lose their spot on the national team and chances for a professional contract after college.

„I talked with the guffer today. He said he has no idea what’s going to happen this season. I also asked my brother what I should do. He recommended looking for offers back in England.“ Said Alessia while she was cuddled by your side. You didn’t want the girls to leave again, but you knew the situation would probably be the best. „What about you guys? Do you consider playing outside the U.S.?“ asked Lois. You watched as your friends answered. „I don’t know. My dream was always to play in the NWSL. It doesn’t really matter to me anyway. I‘ve got two years of college left, and my mother would literally disown me if I dropped out.“ The fact that you were a year younger than most of your close friends and girlfriend just hit you. Knowing that you would be left behind for a year even without this whole Corona thing going on.

Alessia noticed that your mind was starting to wander. Your habit of overthinking is getting the better of you again. So you hadn’t noticed her standing up. Only once did she pull you towards her, carefully maneuvering you out of the room.

„Baby breath. Breath. I am here. Follow my breathing. That’s it, baby. Slowly. Yes. There you are.“ Slowly, your breathing settled down.

„I don’t want you to leave. Not again.“ You whispered, and Alessia pulled you against her. Wrapping her strong arms around your body. „No matter what. I'll always love you. I know it was hard for us both, but we can do it again. I will visit whenever I can, and I promise you I will always be one call away. I know it may not seem like this right now, but I know for sure that you and I are forever.“ She kissed you hard, like a promise.

Your eyes were still closed when she pulled away slightly.

„I know we are still young…“ You felt her move away from your body and watched her get a jewelry box out. You opened your mouth, but she interrupted you. "Don't worry, I am not proposing. At least not yet.“ You couldn’t help but chuckle.

"It's a promise ring. I promise that I will never desert you. I promise that one day I will go down on that knee. A promise of a future together. "I promise that even though there might be thousands of kilometers between us, I will always be there for you.“ Tears streamed down your face as you watched her. Heart racing, you put your hand out for her to put the ring on your finger. „Not yet, baby. There is something on the inside I want you to look at."

Carefully, you grabbed the ring. Written in cursive were the words ‚We will take on the world‘ a sentence that both of you had repeatedly said to each other.

„I love you so much.“ You said this, grabbing her face with your hands and kissing her hard.

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I am already working on Pt 3 which will also be the final part

Always open to feedback ☺️

#alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso #unc tar heels #unc Reader #alessia russo #lotte wubben moy #woso x reader #Tar Heels #woso imagine

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

Instagram

ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #social media #jack hughes x reader #jack x reader #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #hughes sister #1989 taylor's version #music #addison rae

[dailycass-cain]

My 10 Favorite Batgirls covers

You know something we never talk about much is some of the stunning covers Batgirls had (would you believe the series had over seventy-two different covers for a nineteen-issue run + Annual).

That's-- A LOT.

What happens when you get regular and virgin #1 covers that were available in other shops. Now these are my own preferences. I mean, to say the least, Batgirls covers never missed really. These are just my favs.

So are ten of my favorites plus a few honorable mentions.

Honorable Mention #1:

Batgirls #16 International Women's Day Variant by Lynne Yoshi. I just love the way everyone is framed in this with Babs being "the Batgirl" but in a past B&W motif while Cass/Steph are the present Batgirls being juxtaposed in color.

Honorable Mention #2:

Batgirls #12 90s variant by Paulina Ganucheau. I love the homage here the splashy page homage with a nice role reversal with Cass subbing for Tim here. My favorite Steph-centric cover.

#10

Batgirls #13 1:25 variant by Rian Gonzales. Her final one for the series, and man did she go out with a banger. Love the Powerpuff Girls homage with most of the supporting cast (Kyle, Maps, and Alyssa) with random Kon and Kate appearances.

#9

Batgirls #3 variant by Kim Jacinto. Jacinto would do a few variants for the series too, and this is my favorite one of them. Love that each had a fluidity with them but that up-close claw of Cass coming at ya is why this one is my favorite of Jacinto's Batgirls covers.

#8

Batgirls #1 the Glass Cabinet Hobbies variant by Dan Mora. This is one of those "store" exclusive variants, and probably my favorite Batgirls cover Mora did on the series.

I love the poses Cass/Steph have here, along with Bab's silhouette. I just LOVE the yellow dips down and to the right even making a rather striking cover. If anything negative I wish Babs was bigger and Dick was taken out of this cover altogether. Still love Bruce on the right though.

#7

#7 Batgirls #1 (though I forget which store had this exclusive) variant by Babs Tarr. If there's one thing I do enjoy about Burnside Batgirl it is the way Tarr drew Steph in it. Just captured that fun attitude perfectly. Also, love the first "official" drawing of her Cass.

I also love the homage to a famous Batman cover but the personalities of each Batgirl stand out in this one. Plus the pink just makes this one stand out and be so striking.

#6

Batgirls #14 variant 1:25 cover by Dan Hipp. Again, the pink is a nice striking contrast but Hipp one-ups it with the little details sprinkled throughout this cover. The easter eggs sprinkled in are PERFECTION here. Probably the best "layered" cover with so much behind it.

#5

#5 Batgirls #18 AAPI variant cover by Crystal Kung. The second of the two AAPI covers Cass got in the series, I love the colors in this one along with the pose Kung gives Cass here. There's that gremlin nature of Cass I love here.

Along with just the wash the background gets further back. I also love the secondary color Kung gives Cass's cape to make it stand out more.

#4

#4 Batgirls #17 cover by Jorge Corona. My favorite cover of the series with all three Batgirls in them. I love how Corona gets the personalities of the three in here while also the starry background along with the Clocktower. Sooo good.

#3

Batgirls #6 1:25 variant by Rian Gonzales. My favorite Gonzales cover of the series. I love the watercolors Gonzales does the most here. Just the wash of Gotham City in the background with Cass/Steph lying in the pool. Also Haley on the little batmobile float. SOOOOOOO CUTE!!!

#2

Batgirls #14 cover by Jorge Corona. The best issue of the entire series and the peak for me of Corona as well with his covers.

Just the somber mood of the cover sets the tone alone. I also LOVE the way Corona has Cass and Steph's capes here. The way each pop sells it all.

So if that's my #2, what can be my #1?

Well... something that just uplifts me anytime I look at it. Something you'd probably not truly expect.

#1

Batgirls #6 AAPI Heritage Month variant by Audrey Mok. There's just something every time that I look at this cover that fills me with a warm glee.

I adore Mok's use of Cass here and the way the traffic around her lights a part of her up. I adore the pose as well that mid-grapple swing too.

I love the "mini story" this one tells too. Just everything about this cover is perfection to me.

So there are my favorite Batgirls covers. This was tough! 😅What are your favorite Batgirls covers? Please share and comment on which ones are yours, or if you share the same as I do!

#dc comics #batgirls #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon

[swaps55]

The Fusion of Stars

@katerinaalianovamindin asked about Kaidan's response to Sam's Lazarus scarring. So I wrote a thing, loosely inspired by this stunning art of Daggertongue's Amara Shepard.

~

“It’s like starlight,” Kaidan says, running gentle fingers down the scars crosshatching Shepard's ribs. In the dark of his cabin, they gleam with pale light.  

Shepard scoffs. “Hardly. Lawson said it was a side effect of the biosynthetic fusion.”

“Fusion, huh. What do you think makes stars shine?”

“If you give me a lecture about physics and nuclear fusion, I'll dunk your head in the fish tank.”

Kaidan cranes his neck to look over at the tank, where a jellyfish bobs in the corner and a sunfish darts through some seaweed. “You really think you could fit my head in that gap.”

“We could find out.”

“I think you’re trying to distract me from complimenting your starlight.”

“That’s because it’s not starlight. I’m more like Frankenstein’s night light.”

Kaidan lays his head on Shepard’s chest, fingers resuming their exploration. The scarring runs down most of Shepard’s left side. Ribs. Thigh. Hidden against the sheets, there’s a small rift across his right scapula, too, like a constellation etched right into his skin.

“It really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

Shepard shrugs the shoulder not trapped under Kaidan’s head. “No. Yes. I don’t know. I just…”

Kaidan waits for him to put his thoughts together, prodding gently when he gets too stuck in his head to actually get them out.

“Just what?”

“They aren’t mine,” he says finally. “They’re Cerberus’ scars. I didn’t get a say in it. The old me didn’t cut it, so they had to cook up something better in a lab. You think I’m joking but Frankenstein’s monster isn’t that far-fetched.”

“The new you is still the old you. And Cerberus thought you were so instrumental to the survival of humanity that they performed an actual act of god to bring you back.”

“Never believed in god.”

“No. You believe in the stars. You were born in them. Hell, you were born in the very star I used to look at through a telescope when I was a kid.”

“Died in them, too.”

“You are really hard to compliment sometimes, you know that?”

Shepard huffs. “Sorry. This past year…really sucked.”

“I know,” Kaidan says quietly, trying not to think about the last three. But those two years will never exist for Shepard, and right now, pointing that out will only hurt them both.     

Instead, Kaidan traces the fractured skin along Shepard's cheek with his lips. “The creation of stars is violent, destructive, even terrible,” he murmurs between kisses. “But that doesn't make the star itself any less beautiful.”

Shepard gazes at him, running tender fingers in Kaidan's hair. “How do you do that? How do you always find the good in something?”

Because it’s you.

“All the years I’ve known you, I’ve always seen this.” Kaidan caresses the gleam over Shepard’s ribs with feather-light fingers. Shepard jumps – Cerberus didn’t change the spots where he’s ticklish – and then tugs Kaidan closer to him. “You’ve always been a star in the sky I thought I could never reach. But then you chose me. And after I lost you…you came back to me.”

“Your very own glowstick,” Shepard says, lopsided smile on his face.

Kaidan swirls the gravity well. Shepard’s biotic field hums in response. “You’ve always been a glowstick. Brighter than anything Cerberus could ever do to you.”

Shepard’s corona kindles, like a swish of silk under Kaidan’s skin. “Yeah, but I can turn that off. These?” He cups the marks on his own chin with his fingers. “Not so much.”

“Just means I can find you whenever you get lost in the dark.” Kaidan wraps an arm around Shepard and buries his nose against his neck. “You’re no one’s monster. You’re mine. And I love you.”

Shepard exhales, content. “There are perks to resurrection, I guess. Like getting to hear you say that again.”

“I love you,” Kaidan repeats.

“Mmmm.”

“You do make a good nightlight, though.”

Shepard snickers and rolls them over, pinning Kaidan to the mattress. Kaidan gazes up at him, reveling in the whisper of his biotic field.

You have no idea how beautiful you are, Kaidan thinks. You never have.  

He strokes Shepards cheek, where the light breaks through. “I don’t care what made you. Cerberus. God. The fusion of stars. You’re here. In my arms. To hell with the rest.”

“The way you say it almost makes me believe it.”  

Kaidan pulls Shepard down to him and whispers in his ear. “C’mere and I’ll prove it.”

Shepard sighs against him, warm, solid, real, with a heart beating strong and steady under Kaidan’s palm.  Mine, Kaidan thinks. The light and the dark, the broken and beautiful. He wants all of it, wherever it leads.

He strokes the scars that Cerberus gave them with reverent fingers, and Shepard arcs into the touch.     

#mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #otp: after all this time #my fic #opus!verse

[lorcandidlucienwill]

The Lady of Autumn prays to the Mother and gets a lot more than she bargained for.

“My lady, pardon my insolence, but are you sure this is a good idea?” Seraphina’s handmaiden asked, anxiously playing with her hair. Seraphina sighed, turning to the lady who had loyally served her for the past several centuries. “It is probably not, Tay. But, my heart yearns for a baby girl. Perhaps, if I am devoted enough, the Mother will grant my wish.”

“You intend to carry again?” Tay gasped. “But you almost died giving birth to little Lu-“

“If this sacrifice works, I won’t need to,” Seraphina said confidently. “Trust me.” She straightened her dress, patting her bun to ensure it was perfect.

“How do you think the Lord will react?” Tay asked tentatively. “His lord already knows and has given me permission to perform it in his absence, as you very well know, Tay.”

He might be a monster, but Beron did still love her. It was what made it so hard to stay away, aside from her children. Even when she had a mate elsewhere.

“As you say, Lady,” Tay said. She placed a coat over her shoulders. “Do wear this, won’t you? It is a tad bit chilly today.” Seraphina smiled. “I won’t be needing that. After all…” She let her flame course through her body, let her brown eyes shine as bronze as her dress. “I have the flames to keep me warm.”

The Lady of Autumn floated down the steps to the outside of the palace, every bit the perfect graceful consort to the High Lord of Autumn. No one knew what was happening today, merely that a great yagna was being performed by nobility, and fire sacrifices were always a religious spectacle.

Seraphina gently lowered herself to the position beside the priestesses. They chanted prayers, and at certain intervals, they’d instruct some rare treasure to be lowered into the fire.

Seraphina watched as her favorite ballroom dress was burned to cinders, as her gold jewelry entered the fire as well, praying the Goddess would finally grant her wish. The fire turned blue, then orange, then purple, then yellow.

“Lady, I need you to repeat after me,” the brunette priestess on her left said. Brunettes were not as common in Autumn as they were elsewhere; most here were blonde, or they got the red hair if they were lucky.

“Vakratunda mahakaya, Kotisurya, Samaprabha. Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva Kaaryeshu Sarvada.”

The priestesses waited. Please please please, Seraphina begged. I’ll do anything.

“I’m sorry, Lady, it appears that-“

Just then, the fire turned blood red and narrowed into a rapid jet blasting rapidly into the sky. The crowd oohed and aahed at the display as moments later, the fire settled into its calm yellow-orange state.

And there was a shape there. Seraphina watched, transfixed, as a fully-grown woman stepped out of the flames.

She was stunning; her coloration was the farthest thing from Autumn. Her hair and eyes were midnight black, her chocolate skin glowing in the light of the Autumn sun. She wore a red and gold saree, the peacock embroidery dotting the dress from top to bottom marking it as one fit for royalty. She was draped in gold jewelry, a ruby man tika gracing her forehead. But perhaps the most shocking thing was what lay in her hand.

A long, fine sword with a ruby-encrusted hilt.

A noble lady indeed, but a noble lady can still kill.

The crowd was murmuring as they stared at the upstart, who smiled as she made a corona of fire around her head. Gifted, then.

Then, a loud voice from the heavens boomed, “THIS WOMAN SHALL KILL BERON VANSERRA AND RESTORE THE RIGHTEOUS LINE OF RULERS TO AUTUMN!”

The crowd now went completely silent. The woman who had just been born out of the fire looked unperturbed by this declaration; on the contrary, she gave Seraphina a little smirk.

Hah! A Vanserra, indeed!

And now Seraphina must fear for her life.

She had to get her daughter out of Autumn before he heard the news and had her killed.

#lady of autumn #fanfic #beron vanserra #autumn court

[dietmountaindewbae]

III. monsters in green dresses

alex turner x reader

word count: 7090

summary: saturday night and you felt alive, you went out with your friends to The Boardwalk, and meet (early wpsiamtwin) Alex and his band mates

warnings: smut

song recommendation: sexy boy by air

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Saturday night was the longest night of them all, going out with your friends, going to clubs or pubs, your friends stealing their parent's car to travel from one place to another, it simply was the best day of them all, you couldn't avoid that happiness that formed in you, even the time you spent choosing your makeup and your clothes it was worth the effort.

The Boardwalk was a place your friends always had in mind to go to but you simply got distracted and went somewhere else, this time you heard there was live music tonight, and it didn't take that long to convince your friends, they agreed to go all together, only the four of you with just a couple of pounds, the four of you together had enough to get pissed off your brains.

Tonight there was a band on the list, a new one you've never heard of before in Sheffield, you heard they had good groovy music and they could be the new greatest hit of all, they had catchy bridges, and bright guitars but they often seemed to miss something, the singer needed more emotion when he sang the words thru the microphone, he was a tall boy with blonde locks and green eyes, you heard his name was Dylan, he seemed to be a nice bloke but you didn't bother to pay that much attention to him, the boys from the band put their stuff away and you went back to the counter, the rest of your friends talked to some girls they met there, it was rather easy to make friends when you were not exactly pissed but just happy, it made everything mix well, the youthful music, plus the alcohol that ran thru the veins, it was right enough reason to dance, hearing your local band live was always a hit, Saturday night was endless while Sunday morning was merciless.

"Hey! I'm gonna get us a few more beers" You said to your friends, you weren't the type to leave without saying where you were going, you could never be too careful when you went out. You walked thru the people trying not to fall thanks to the annoying platforms you chose to wear, but soon enough you made it in one piece, "Hi, can you give me four coronas please" You said to the bartender leaning forward on the countertop, he nodded with his head, and grabbed them from a small cooler, he took the caps off of the four of them and gave them to you "Thank you" You said, he nodded with his head. Your friends were stunned by the boys in the band, all tall, and fit, but you weren't too amused, yeah they might have nice voices but you hoped the next band that came next would be better.

The boy with the sky blue shirt, grey jeans, and black kicks went to the stage, it was the bartender that gave you the beers only a few minutes ago, he was a cute boy with short brown hair with a messy haircut, some red spots on his soft pale skin, his lips thin and slightly chapped, he was a rather tall boy, with a white fender Stratocaster, there was another boy with a grey sweater, light-washed jeans, and Adidas shoes, you label him as the guy with a red telecaster, another boy came with much shorter and thinner hair, an air jamaica shirt, another taller boy with a red bass and the collar of his shirt up, in all honesty, you didn't know what to expect, just some 4 boys with guitars, a bass, and a drumset, you didn't expect them to rock that much, but they did.

The first moment you heard the smashing opening of the song titled, I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, your jaw dropped, you couldn't describe it in another way, it was all electricity when you heard that song, all the people there were jumping up and down, your friends were a bit distracted, dancing with the guys from the other band, but your focus was on the four boys on the stage, the bartender sang thru the microphone a bit uptight at first but as the song seemed to only get better, he slowly let go, danced around the stage, everything was going so fast as the lads with the red and white guitars strummed the strings faster and faster, and all of the people sang on the small seconds of the silence of the song, you even joined yelling, "Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor!" You couldn't hold it back, you were even sad they only had two more songs to perform, but in the two left you were dancing, laughing, swaying your hips and the heel of your shoes followed the beat of the songs.

"Thank you, we're Arctic Monkeys have a good evening," The boy in the blue shirt said, suddenly he got all soft when just a few seconds ago he was screaming the lyrics of his songs no matter if his voice cracked or not, he kept going, he put his guitar to the side and unplugged it, he applauded his friends and gave them a few pats on their backs, you had completely forgotten about yours, so you went back with them, one of your friends was kissing the cute bassist on a dark corner of the pub, while the others were nowhere to be found, you were worried so you texted them, you were dizzy from all of the noise and the booze so you sat on one of the bar stools, and drunkenly texted your friends.

"Um... miss?" The guy with the blue shirt said, "Everything alright? You look a bit pale" He asked politely.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure" You answered quickly, "Just a bit bored, I dunno where me girlfriends went, and I'm kinda bored without 'em" He nodded with his head saying oh, "One of them always gets lost, and now I just can spot one of them" He lightly giggled when you pointed at your friend that had that guy's tongue deep inside her throat, it made you sort of happy that he was listening to you, often you made a fool of yourself by saying the things that burst in your brain while drunk, he was cleaning a glass with a dry cloth on his hands, "You have a very cute smile" You complimented.

"Thanks, love, you too" He put the glass away, and went back to talking to you.

"You know, I saw you up on that stage" You pointed right to the middle of the stage where he was singing some moments ago, "And let me tell ya... the other band was nothin' like yours,"

"Is that so?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Very so, sir, I saw you singing I bet that you look good on the dancefloor" You whispered shouted, with a drunken smile imitating his singing "But yeah, I mean you were fucking amazing there," You said once more.

"Well, for your information I also saw you dancing right there," He said, pointing to the place you were standing, you were surprised he was looking at you, from all of the people there he looked at you, but it couldn't mean anything at the same time, it could've been only a coincidence.

"How embarrassing!" You complained, "I've got horrible skills, can't dance for shit," You said, taking another swing of your beer, he rested his elbows flat against the table, and threw the cloth over his shoulder, holding himself with them.

"I'd say the opposite," He said.

"So you really were looking at me," You said sounding more certain, your body unconsciously moved closer, your face only a few centimeters away from his, the body language was all about proximity, something about talking to that boy made you simply smile, Was it his eyes? Was it his annoyingly beautiful deep brown eyes? His pink lips? His warm smile? What the fuck was it?

"I might've..." He admitted, you nudged your head to the side, the weight of your body was too heavy on you, you lost some balance and almost fell off your chair, you were embarrassingly clumsy with the amount of alcohol you had, you've been on the boardwalk since 10 and it was around 1 in the morning already, the sleep plus the alcohol, it made you lose the balance but the boy grabbed your shoulders tightly, putting you back on the same place, he left one of his hands there to steady yourself.

"Easy there," He said, "You alright?" He asked, he tried inspecting your eyes, but you waved it off.

"Damn you already got me trippin'" You joked, looking at the small name tag on the left side of his chest, "Turner..."

"I'll get you some water love, stay here," Turner said, he went to grab a water bottle and was even nice enough to pour it on a cup with a small lime, "There"

"You're a gentleman aren't you, bet you have a girl"

"Nah, not at the time..." He scratched the back of his head, and you furrowed your eyes, he seemed like the type to always have a girlfriend, not in a way he was only fooling around with girls, but more like he enjoyed the love and the company.

"Unbelievable," You said, he shook his head stating that what he said was the truth, "For real?" You asked once more.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting to see what happens I'm not really in a hurry"

"So all of those songs about pinching your bird, I don't know if you're looking for romance, what's that all about?" You asked, even though you kind of regretted asking since you didn't wanna make him uncomfortable, but he was nice enough to explain everything to you.

"Yeah, a girl had to do with it but it was a long time ago now," He said, the regret didn't escape you at all.

"What time do you close?" You asked, he quickly glanced at his watch.

"40 minutes," He said, "Why?"

"Wanna have some fun at a club with this girl?" You offered, he wasn't the type to go to that sort of stuff but you wanted to try, and see what he said, you went to the boardwalk to try new places to have fun in, but the club was the ultimate house of fun for you.

"I mean, I don't have a problem but your mates and.."

"I'll just tell 'em where we're going if I can find them...bring your friends too, tell them to come!"

"Sure then..." He was waiting for you to tell him your name, you said it and he smiled, saying your name once more, "Pretty name, suits you" He complimented, "Mine's Alex actually but you can also call me Turner" You chuckled.

"Nice meeting you," You said, he shook your hand, and smiled, seeing some color rose on his cheeks.

"So club huh," He said, "I hope me and me mates aren't a burden or summat"

"No no, don't say that we're all very nice" The three other guys that played on the stage came back from chatting with some friends, they all said hi to Alex, and began to talk about things you didn't understand but only for just some short minutes, Alex noticed how you were a bit ignored.

"Guys this is our new friend" You waved hi at them, Alex introduced you saying your name in his tender voice, the boy you labeled as the guy with the red tele took your hand with his and shook it, kissing your cheek, introducing himself as Jamie, "You can also call him cookeh if you'd like" Alex added, the tall boy with the air jamaica shirt waved hi at you and hugged you from the side, "That's Matthew and right next to Matthew is Andy," The boy with the green shirt, and bass hugged you, and you came back to sit on the chair.

"Very nice meeting you all but...I've got one question though" You added a bit of suspense by staying silent for a bit, the guys surrounding you, walking forward to hear you properly leaning on each other's shoulders, "Would you all like to go clubbing with me, and me friends?"

"I mean if it's on you, for sure!" They all giggled Alex punched Jamie on the shoulder. They seemed happy about it, yes they could be a bunch of strangers, boys you didn't know but your gut said they could be nice, considering how polite Alex was, plus the fact he didn't pull any moves on you, you didn't think about them as bad, or even questionable. Drinks kept flowing, the times when you were quiet during the moments the boys were talking about something you didn't know they were nice enough to explain to you the things they were joking about, which also made it funny, remembering the times they were younger and they did even dumber shit, it made them all burst in laughter, the number of years that they knew each other, it was amazing, they were like brothers, you knew they were all united but you didn't know how much, and you liked watching them talk, hearing them laugh, it was great in how little time you talked to them, seemed like you already knew them for years.

Forty minutes seemed like nothing after all the time you spent talking and laughing, Alex didn't ask you to wait for him after the pub closed but you did, he said he would catch a cap and go to the club you suggested but you didn't want him to go all by himself, so you sat patiently on the cold countertop, taking the lasts sips of your beer, while you waited for Alex, he came back from the bathroom wearing a green lime shirt, a denim jacket, his hair messy as always but somehow that made him look even cuter, "Ready, love?" He asked, propping his arm to the side for you to grab it, you nodded with your head and looped your arm around his, you walked outside the pub with Alex, and grabbed a cap with him, on the way you sat close to him, he smelt nice, something sweet, something soft, he was very warm, maybe you should've brought a coat with you but you didn't expect to feel so cold, Alex saw how you shivered next to him, he opened his arms for you, signing to cover yourself with his natural warmth, it was very odd how you felt so comfortable with him already, only a few hours ago have you just met him and you felt like you knew him from always, he was kind, gentle, something about him made you feel safe, maybe it was the way his arms were around your waist, hugging you close to him not wanting to let go of you, maybe it was his heartbeat, showing he was a completely relaxed, maybe it was his cheek that rested lightly on the top of your head, but it made you feel alright.

After the cap dropped you both at the club the line wasn't as long as you both thought, only 20 minutes or less and you both were inside, trying your best to find all your friends that must be at the back of the club, it was small and very crowded, there were neon lights on the ceiling, people all over each other, hot couples making out on the dance floor, swaying to the music, teasing, laughing, it all had a good environment to you, the dark colors of the club, and the lights, made you feel in another different planet, disconnected yourself from the outside, you liked it but Alex didn't seem quite into it at first, maybe he was tired from his shift.

"Havin' a good time?" You asked him before you head deeper into the club, he raised his head and nodded, "Sure?"

"Yeah, I'm alright just wanna find Andy and the rest" He yelled in your ear, you grabbed his hand and lead the way, you knew the club like your own house, you knew where exactly could your friends be, there was a very small area of black leather settees where most of the time you all would sit there to have a rest from being up on your feet all night, by remembering the feeling of your bloody ankles from wearing those uncomfortable heels made your mouth twitch, Alex held your hand very tightly, you thought he might be nervous even though he had nothing to be nervous about, as expected, all of them were sitting on the settees chatting and drinking Margaritas, taking pictures.

"You made it!" Jamie said, immediately hugging you close to him.

"You missed me already?!" You teased him, Jamie patted your back up and down and nodded.

"Come on let's get more drinks," He said, Alex sat comfortably next to Andy while you and Jamie walked to the bar, and ordered a few more margaritas, sour vodka shots, and some tequila for the brave, "So you and Alex huh?" Jamie joked.

"Fuck off" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "We only met a few hours ago"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean there cannot be love" He answered back grabbing two margaritas in each hand, it was funny to see him juggling with the glasses so you gave him an extra hand, you gave everyone their drink sitting next to Jamie, but he signed you to switch places so you could sit next to Alex.

"Jamie for fucks sake" You whispered.

"Come on take the sit" He insisted, you held your drink and fixed the ends of your dress, sitting next to Alex, he was a bit pissed now, baffled about the time he was up the stage and someone threw him a sweater he was very tempted to keep but he threw it away, you couldn't stop staring at his lips when he talked visually craving to feel them, lick them, bite them with the edge of your teeth, maybe it was the burning booze that made you feel so hot, and Alex made things hotter.

When the drinks emptied, it was your turn to go and ask for more, while the rest danced, Alex saw you talking with some bloke, your elbows resting flat on the countertop, one of your legs crossed over the other, seeming not too interested on him, but still trying to be as polite as possible, Alex didn't like how close the guy was talking to you, didn't like the way he was trying so hard to impress you, didn't like the way he was looking at you up and down shamelessly, the green dress you decided to wear out fitted you very smoothly, made your waist look smaller and your curves round, while it also was tight and short, it left enough for the imagination, the bloke who was drunkenly flirting with you was making you laugh, not because he was funny, he couldn't stop burping in between each of his sentences, Alex saw you laughing and walked to your way wrapping one arm around your waist.

"Hi babe" He kissed your cheek cupping your chin and wrapping his arm around you, "Who's our new friend here huh?" He said, impressed by his actions you also hugged him closer to you, not to only seemed like you two were dating but also because you wanted to be close to him, as much as possible.

"Never mind... 'course you have a boyfriend, gonna leave you two alone," The drunk bloke said, "Bye now" He waved at you both and you pushed your lips together trying to hold the laughter but once he was away both of you began to laugh.

"He was disgusting!" You said, Alex hugged you closer to him, his head falling on your shoulder, "Thanks for saving me" You said, a bit serious now.

"Is not a problem... really" He said politely, how was he like that you wondered, he was a truly caring and delicate boy, not a schizophrenic playboy who pretended to care about you only to get you to his apartment, his cute brown eyes became softer as he stared at yours, he was very handsome, suddenly the DJ had changed the song into one of your favorite songs redirecting your attention to it, your friends went running towards you, the song made you want to stand up and dance, without really thinking it, that's what you did.

Alex saw your mood change when one of your favorite songs began, he watched you carefully and upclose how your hips swayed to the music, your fingers grabbed the ends of your dress, he saw how you slowly hitched it up until he saw once again your little pink knickers, he was stunned, hypnotized by you, the feeling of his eyes on you lingered, you liked to think about the things he might be thinking, it made you feel wanted and needed by him, you approached him slowly, his eyes sparkle as he watched you in awe, "Dance with me" You whispered to his ear, he grabbed your hand giving you a small spin, pressed up against him, his hands on your waist, he didn't really know what to do, you could sense his nerves, so you put your arms on his shoulders getting closer by the second until the music stopped your faces just a few inches apart, you felt the tension building up.

"I was right," He said, you looked at him puzzled.

"Right about what?" You asked.

"'bout the way you dance" You grinned, walking closer to him.

"Why don't you take me home?" You whispered in his ear, you were aching for him a lot, you couldn't deny it any longer, or hide it, the look in his eyes sparks something peculiar, "Maybe, I could show you how I can move when I'm all alone, for your eyes only"

"Is that what you want?" You nodded with your head nibbling your lower lip, "And are you sure?" Cloyed by his sweetness, you cupped his soft pink cheeks and kissed his red chapped lips with passion, you could feel his heart racing, going deeper every time he kissed you back, his hands grasped your hips tighter, your hands lazily around his neck to pull him in closer to you, God did his lips taste so sweet, and he kissed you with great desire, but sadly you ran out of breath and your lips parted from his, he couldn't get enough of the taste of your lips, he nibbled your lower lip, a moan escaped from your mouth, the little seconds you got of air were enough to be able to kiss him for longer, the taste of your margarita lips and his natural sweetness was intoxicating, the kissing went for long but you were aching for him to take you home, you grabbed his hand and lead him to the exit.

You two waited outside, the cold air of Sheff made you shiver and hug your body, Alex after ending the call on his phone, he put his denim jacket on your shoulders, and caressed them up and down, you hummed feeling the warmth and the smell of his cologne, he looped his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders, "Warm?"

"Yes... but not enough" You said.

"What can I do to make you feel warmer?" You grinned again, looking to the side.

"Take me home"

"And do what exactly?" The sound of an engine driving close to your way, stopping right outside the club took his attention.

"I'll guess you'll find out soon" Alex opened the door for you with a grin then he came in after you, wrapping his arm around you, while he gave the taxi driver his address, you had the brilliant idea to tease him, you left some wet kisses on his neck while your hand slowly traveled up his thigh, you noticed how tense he got, the driver took off after Alex told him his address, you stopped kissing him and took a very small distance when the car begun to move, just to see how far did your teasing got you, and how impatient he was.

Not even 5 seconds later his hand took possession of your inner thigh, stroking it up and down, but there was no response from you even though you felt a small wet patch form on your underwear, that area in specific was quite sensitive for you but you tried your best to not respond, suddenly his hand went up making you feel tickles and you immediately shut your legs together, "Got ya" He said, pulling you closer to him by the elbow, his breathing close to your neck causing you to chuckle, he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips tenderly, but it didn't take long until your greedy mouth took advantage of the moment his lips parted to get some air, your tongue slipped inside his mouth, he sighed and cupped your cheek, turning the kiss into a much passionate one, the young lust got the best out of you, you didn't really care if the driver saw you, didn't care if he heard something, you knew the sounds of the cars that passed by would keep you hidden in the dark shadows of the night, your hand brushed his throbbing hard cock, he jumped up a bit, "We can't do this here" He whispered on your lips, but he kept leaning in to kiss you, your red lipstick staining his mouth.

"Who says?" Your hand began to stroke his clothed cock, you eyed the cab driver, but he was too distracted, focusing on the road, he was desperate at this point, oh how he remembered everything in the club, every gentle movement of your hips, your lips that hummed the melody of the song, the curve of your breasts, the strap of your light pink bra, and the crease of your underwear, you felt how hard he was getting, he couldn't get enough of your sweet vanilla perfume, kept fantasizing of your red lipstick all over him, you both struggled to keep it together, he was too thick, had grown so big, it was almost impossible to resist the urge to fuck right there, but you were saved by the cap suddenly stopping.

"Here, have a nice night" Alex handed out a couple of pounds and thanked him with a nod.

"Right, you too," He said politely, you didn't pay much attention to the address Alex had given to the driver, but when you saw he lived in an apartment you were shocked, most of the guys with who you had a relationship with, not only were they assholes but most of them still lived with their parents, none of them had their shit together unlike him.

He took your hand and walked with you some stairs, you'd heard about the flats in the area, close to the city center but yours was more close to home and college, you were very interested in getting to know him more, you were certainly puzzled by the young man that was next to you, holding you next to him, not in a very possessive way but more in a protective manner, his jacket hugging your body, setting aside his cuteness, he also was very fucking hot.

"This is my place," He said, you walked down the hallway, holding hands still, he searched for his keys in his pockets, patting them, he turned to you and motioned with his hand, "You see this?" He kept doing the same motion, "This is the universal symbol for keys"

"Who said that?"

"Me, it will be a thing in the future though, very certain about it" He chuckled, and you watched his smile in awe.

"Sure it will" You joked, he walked close to you, and leaned forward, you gave him a small peck on the lips but he giggled, "What?"

"I was erm... looking for me keys actualleh, I think they're in the right pocket if I remember well," He said trying his best not to sound ungrateful for the very subtle kiss you gave him.

"Oh right, right... the keys" You fetched them from the right pocket and gave them to him with a smile, "There you go"

"Thanks love" He opened the door for you and let you in first, you looked around for a moment until he sneaked behind you, kicking the door shut, turning you around to face him he put his lips on yours.

"And there I was thinking you didn't like my kissing" You teased, he rolled his eyes, taking you by surprise at how he picked you up from the ground, you squealed and giggled on his lips.

"I couldn't get enough of it" His lips were intoxicating, and you felt a huge fire igniting in the pit of your belly, he laid you down on his grey settee, your dress revealing your pink knickers, "Can I?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your knickers.

"Fuck me, for fucks sake," You said with despair, he smiled at you, "Please," You said, smiling back at him.

"Couldn't forget your kindness, couldn't you?" He pecked your lips before sliding your underwear down to your knees, he kissed your right knee, and kept going up, making you close your legs around him when he reached that sensitive spot on your inner thigh, "Alright?"

"Please..." You sighed, and he smirked, blowing cold air into your wet cunt, a shaky breath scraped your lips as his fingers spread your wetness.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good princess, I want to hear you all the time" You dipped his head in, and began to tease your clit in small circles, your legs twitched immediately, you were so tense by the feeling of his wet and hot lips on your pussy, kissing the insides of it, "You taste so good babe" He let two fingers sink inside you, gathering some of your wetness between his fingers, "Open" He pushed his fingers inside your mouth letting you taste your sweet wetness, "Suck on it" You kept sucking on his fingers harshly, while he kept licking your arousal, his tongue teased your folds, only getting you wetter by the second.

"Alex please" You begged, Alex, cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and kissed your lips much more softly, pouring all his love into them. He wrapped your legs around his torso, the strap of your dress falling down your shoulder, your back resting on the soft cushions of his settee, you were surrounded by his familiar scent, and a moan escaped your lips when he lightly nibbled the sweet spot on your neck, he giggled at his teasing, how he had you on the edge, but it was enough for you, the teasing, the playing, you wanted things to get more serious.

You took a hold of his neck, getting on top of him, holding him down in place, "Don't mind me being on top right, baby?" He tried to flip you once more but had failed, when you wanted to be strong you would fight for it, right now you wanted to be the one with the power, "You're very cute like that" His cheeks were flushed, his mouth red and swollen for the kissing, panting.

"Take me, please"

"I'll take it whenever I want to," He tried once more to hover you over, but it led him to nowhere, you had taken over his body, you took his shirt off and threw it away, shocked by your moves he started to be alright with the idea of you taking over him, he didn't have a problem with it, but you made him feel this sort of way that he just wanted to be all over you, but now he realized you were feeling the same way, "Take your clothes off for me"He quickly unbuckled his belt, inpatient for the pulsing roughness of his dick to be smothered with your wetness, he was aching to feel you.

"I bet you're soaking wet for me, God you're so tight" Your dress was hitched up to your hips, and you took his pulsing red cock out of his boxers, he sighed when you gave him a few strokes, his eyebrows furrowed when your hot spit covered his head, your thumb made circles on his tip and your hand covered the rest of his cock with your warm spit, you felt the need to already slip it in, wanted to bounce on it, feel his hard cock inside you but a part of you wanted revenge for the teasing.

"First you're gonna fuck my thighs," Alex nodded with his head, you noticed that hint of nervousness on him though, "Have you ever done that before?"

He swallowed a lump saying no with his head, "Haven't done that..."

"Don't you want to?" You caressed his hair, and he looked at you with those puppy brown eyes nodding, "Good baby... good," Next you sat on his lap, sitting sideways so it could be easier for him to slide his cock in and out, you were the only one who still had clothes on, Alex was completely naked, his body flushed and his heartbeat could be heard, you liked making him so nervous, aroused and excited, your hand grabbed the back of his head while the other held his hand, you rubbed your thighs together causing delicious friction on his wet cock, and slowly he began to bounce your body up and down on his cock, he threw his head back sighting.

"Fuck babe" His eyes rolled back to the ceiling, his lips parting, you grabbed him by the back of his head, redirecting his gaze.

"I want you to look at me always" Alex kissed your lips passionately, putting his hand on the back of your hair, the way he kissed you, so hungry for your lips, he said to himself he could fall in love with just a kiss from your lips, he kept bouncing you on his lap, felt how his legs trembled, his breathing heavier, moans falling from his mouth to yours, you were driving him closer and closer.

"I wanna cum on your thighs babe, I love them so much... fuck you're so sexy..." He moaned your name loudly, closing his eyes shut, his glistening cum pouring over your thighs, "Oh fuck me..." He moaned when more cum poured over your thighs, panting as he came down from his high, kissing your lips he showed you how much he liked what you two just did.

"I want to fuck you, Alex," You confessed.

"Let's make a mess" He encouraged, it was nice to feel he also shared that feeling with you and wanted to make you feel undeniable pleasure, from the pocket of his jeans he fetched a black package that contained a condom, "Still sure doll?" You grabbed the condom from his hands ripping the package open with your teeth.

"Very sure" You purred, you handed him the condom and threw the trash away, you hopped on top of him, both of your legs extended, knees bent, this was sure something very new for Alex, who was used to going on top, and the same three positions but you, you were out of this world for him, "Let me bend your mind, Turner... I know you won't be sorry" He was more than ready to try something new, more if it was with someone like you.

You grasped his shoulder, he held your waist to keep you in place, you aligned him with your entrance, sliding it slowly, your tightness, the wetness made him go mad, "Fuck, you feel so tight, fucking hell" He was so thick, your walls stretched, he made you feel so full.

"Alex..." Your voice trembled, goosebumps crawled up your skin when he sunk completely inside you, and your chest reddened as he's thrusting in and out of you slowly.

"Fuck you look so fucking dirty like that darling" He had a good look at your tight cunt, watched his cock fuck it, your nipples hard, the straps of your dress falling low down your arms, legs wide open for him, your thighs shining with the lights, he felt hot sweat drip down his forehead, he watched as you rolled your hips trying to be closer to him, he wrapped his arm around your lower back, he jerked his cock back and forward, girlish moans coming out of your mouth.

"Fuck yes.... just like that Alex," You said between gritted teeth, your hands wrapped around his neck as Alex drove you closer to the edge, "Harder" You panted, "Fuck me harder..." Alex holds you strongly as his cock thrusts harder inside you, hitting your spot over and over again.

"Give it to me babe, cover me cock in your cum"

"Harder now please..." You squealed when his cock delivered a hard thrust to your cunt, he went faster and faster as he felt your walls contract, and tighten around him, and your eyes filled with tears as you felt you were coming to an end.

"Give it to me," Alex said, you sighed when the waves of pleasure took over you, "That's it babe" He felt your hot cum covering his cock, he knew by now your body would be tired, too heavy on you, but you weren't completely worn out.

"Fuck, I feel so good" You blurred out.

"I'm glad darling," He said with honesty, holding you close to him.

"Another round?" You suggested with a shaky smile.

"I was just thinking about the same," He said with a very cute smile, your head falling on his shoulder.

"This time take me to bed baby" He carried you down the hall, your legs around his torso, arms on his neck, your back felt the soft sheets of his bed, he stripped you off of your dress, looked at your body in awe, memorized every curve, every beauty spot, the shape of your thighs, the curves of your breasts, your prominent collarbone.

"You're fucking gorgeous" He pulled you to him by the legs, and threw them over his shoulders, "Gonna fuck you so good doll, scream my name when you cum" You smirked at his commands.

"Yes sir" You teased, but he teased you back rubbing the tip of his cock with your sensitive spot.

"What'd you say?" You moaned as he rubbed your clit faster.

"Yes sir," You said with a shaky tone, that same smile still not threatening to fall from your lips, his right arm secured your weak legs on his shoulders, and he pushed his cock inside your throbbing cunt going slow at first, pushing your legs shut, "Stop the teasing for fucks sake" You whined, your hands making fists with his bedsheets, holding to them with a tight grasp.

"And you're not a tease right?" With all the strength you had left, you tried to get your legs off his shoulders, but none of it worked, he holds you down in place, not even struggling to keep you there in the first place.

"Shut up and fuck me" Alex smirked, taking a very fast pace, the sound of his meat smacking against yours could be heard all over the room, his cock twitched inside you, his legs shaking as he felt each time more closer, he spread your legs, his fingers going down to rub your clit in fast circles, his cock kept pounding your cunt harder and harder, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your eyes rolled back as you let Alex take completely over you, "A-Alex Im gonna...oh fuck" You gasped for air when you felt that pressure on your stomach, you triggered a spot on Alex's body making him cum right after you, his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, you felt a small tingle on your lips, and on your stomach, having his lips so close to yours only made you want to kiss him more, and that's what you did, you kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your lips were completely swollen, his arms around you he laid you down carefully on his bedsheets, he quickly went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and grab a new pair of clean boxers, you were slowly drifting off to sleep, felt so much relaxation, completely worn out now, your body felt so light.

"Can I get you some water, love?" He said.

"Mmm?" Your voice sounded a bit more throaty for the sleep.

"Oh, did I woke you up?" He whispered you giggled at his kindness, "Sorry love"

"Is alright I'm still awake, and yes thank you" He closed the door of his bedroom but when he came back, he saw you laying on your side, strands of your soft hair on your face, he sat next to you, felt how his fingertips moved your hair revealing the delicate features of your face, he followed the trace of your nose, and your eyebrows, he left a cup of water on the side you were sleeping in, he tucked himself in the covers beside you, laying your head down on his chest.

The sunlight hit Alex's bedroom floor in the early morning, he had woken up with only the outline of her silhouette on the bedsheet, she simply vanished, and he looked for her everywhere but just when he thought his girl was long gone he saw a small note next to his cup.

"Don't forget me too soon" She left the print of her red lipstick on the note, along with her number, Alex didn't think about it twice before grabbing his phone, he dialed the numbers and looked down at the floor, waiting for her.

"Missed me already?" The girl in the green dress said.

"Can't forget about you so easily, can I?" She giggled thru the line, her red lipstick was on his pillows and bedsheets, not to forget it was everywhere on his face, "And by the way, you left a small souvenir at my place" He grabbed your pink underwear from his bedsheets.

"Just to make sure you would remember me Turner" She was a very cheeky girl, and Alex loved her essence very much, it was something that stomped you off your feet.

"Couldn't forget about you ever... and about that, my mates and I have another gig today at 9, wanna come by?" He asked, a bit nervous because she stayed quiet for a long time.

"Sure," She said with excitement, "I'll see you later Turner"

"See you later, love"

A/N 

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!.

x

#arctic monkeys one shots #Alex Turner #2005 alex #young alex turner #wpsiatwin #matt helders #jamie cook #andy nicholson #arcticmonkeys #alex turner fan fic #alex turner smut #the boardwalk

[liesmyth]

Hmmm I always thought that Gideon was absolutely perfectly in sync with the beauty standards of the Houses, judging from both how people react to her (the twins and Corona) and how she perceives herself (come on, she should be gorgeous, otherwise she wouldn’t think that she is hot, with her childhood it’s impossible).

Sorry I was too asleep to post this last night but I assume it was in reply to this post

Her childhood was spent on the Ninth though! Like, she WAS 100% unquestionably the hottest person around. Mostly everyone else was geriatric. I do think Gideon is hot but like, the reason SHE thinks she's hot shit is imo because of her body, which she worked hard for vs. her facial features - she has acne and wears face paint, so. We're told later on that Gideon makes a very good looking corpse, and she's a dead ringer for Wake who even Mercy calls hot, but I think the reason she feels herself is because of her ripped arms.

BTW this is why weightlifting is GREAT for your self esteem.

This sent me down A LONG thought spiral about what even are beauty standards in the Houses, anyway. I initially tag ranted but actually here it is:

#Because we truly don't know! #our POV characters are massive lesbians #and I would say Gideon is the only one who's actually in touch with what she considers attraction #AND she's spent all her life on the Ninth so she's bound to find everyone she meets hot

#I think THE idea standard is a general appreciation of symmetrical facial features and/or stunning standout features #just bc that's a constant of what humans find hot across civilisations

#but we also have the 'frail necromancer build' that's apparently hot enough that people write romance novels about it #and then there's an attraction to strong muscled bodies #(why Judith thinks Corona must be into Camilla)

#ofc we know that Coronabeth is the hottest person in every room she walks in #but we actually don't get that many close descriptions of her surprisingly! #she has hair like spun gold. is tall. has tits and amazing eyes. but there's a huge variety in how Corona's body is depicted in fanart #and a case could be made that the reason why everyone is so drawn to her is that she's so charismatic #or that Ianthe shaped her features with flesh magic etc. #so we don't actually get a good idea of what even are these beauty standards! #(and they probably change in every House) #which is pretty neat #TO ME

#Anonymous #ask #tlt thoughts #tlt #gideon

[ethanreedbooks]

Transformers #8: Earth's Fate Hangs in the Balance

In the forthcoming issue of Transformers #8, the Autobots and Decepticons grapple with pivotal decisions to ensure their survival amidst Earth's challenges. However, the resurgence of a beloved Decepticon figure promises to irrevocably alter the course of the conflict on Cybertron.

Penned by Daniel Warren Johnson and brought to life by the artistic prowess of Jorge Corona, with vibrant colors by Mike Spicer, this installment promises to captivate readers with its dynamic narrative and stunning visuals.

Scheduled for release on May 8, 2024, this issue marks another milestone in the Energon Universe saga, which has garnered widespread acclaim and anticipation. Alongside the main cover by Daniel Warren Johnson and Mike Spicer, a diverse array of variant covers awaits fans, including contributions from Jorge Corona & Spicer, Karen S. Darboe, Ethan Young, and Paul Azaceta.

The Energon Universe narrative, which commenced with the surprise debut of Jetfire in Void Rivals, continues to expand under the creative stewardship of top-tier talent. From the collaborative efforts between Hasbro and Skybound, to the forthcoming G.I. JOE miniseries, the universe promises exhilarating adventures and intriguing revelations with each turn of the page.

Don't miss out on the excitement as Transformers #8 hits shelves, promising readers an unforgettable journey into the heart of the Cybertronian conflict.

Transformers’ #8

As the Autobots and Decepticons make some tough choices to survive on Earth, the return of a fan-favorite Decepticon will change the war on Cybertron forever.

Synopsis:

As the Autobots and Decepticons make some tough choices to survive on Earth, the return of a fan-favorite Decepticon will change the war on Cybertron forever.

Transformers #8

Writer: Daniel Warren Johnson Artist: Jorge Corona Colors: Mike Spicer Covers: Daniel Warren Johnson and Mike Spicer, Jorge Corona & Spicer, Karen S. Darboe, Ethan Young, Paul Azaceta Release Date: May 8, 2024

#transformers #autobots #decepticons #soundwave #thundercracker

[ewrthings-race-repair-repeat]

The Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis Private Collection is a limited edition (25 world wide) that has been inspired by the seldom-seen wonder of a solar eclipse (the awe-inspiring moment when the Moon completely obscures the Sun).  

EXTERIOR: GOLDEN DARKNESS The mysterious, ethereal light cast by a total solar eclipse is captured in the Lyrical Copper exterior colour of the motor car. This stunning Bespoke finish incorporates powdered copper pigment, which appears darker until it catches the light when it produces a rich and dramatic iridescence. Mandarin adorns the inserts below the Pantheon Grille and brake callipers, recalling the intense pulses of sunlight witnessed as the eclipse progresses. The same Mandarin hue is used for the hand-painted coachline, which includes a delicate abstract representation of the transition from sunlight to darkness as the Moon approaches to cover the Sun.

ANIMATED STARLIGHT HEADLINER The Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis features a fully Bespoke Starlight Headliner with a special animation that, like the eclipse that inspires it, gives those inside a true sense of awe and wonder. As the coach doors close and the engine is started, the ‘stars’ in the Starlight Headliner darken and a mesmerising sequence begins, replicating the totality of the solar eclipse, when the dark silhouette of the Moon completely obscures the bright light of the Sun. A circle of 940 ‘stars’ is formed, representing the bright corona of light around the lunar silhouette. This is surrounded by a further 192 illuminating ‘stars’, recreating the otherworldly spectacle of stars visible in the sky during daylight, which occurs only during a total solar eclipse.

The animation remains visible for precisely seven minutes and 31 seconds – the longest possible duration of a total solar eclipse. Once this time has elapsed, the full constellation of ‘stars’ in the night sky is restored. This highly technical feature required a year of painstaking development, in which the Bespoke Collective produced three complete prototypes to perfect the design and sequencing of the ‘stars’.

ILLUMINATED FASCIA AND ‘DIAMOND RING’ TIMEPIECE The illuminated fascia of Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis is adorned with 1,846 laser-etched ‘stars’ in a symbolic timeline of a total eclipse. A single Bespoke designer had sole responsibility for adjusting the individual size and position of each ‘star’ to create the mesmeric effect; a delicate and exacting process that took over 100 hours to complete.

The composition culminates in a Bespoke timepiece, which incorporates a brilliant-cut 0.5-carat diamond, recalling the ‘Diamond Ring’ effect, when a single, dazzling point of light can be seen on the Moon’s outline in the split seconds just before and immediately after it obscures the Sun. The bezel geometry has been modified to accommodate the precious gem, as this is the first time in Rolls-Royce history that a gemstone has been integrated into the clock’s bezel. The assembly underwent rigorous adhesion tests, which included climatic cell cycling from -30°C to +90°C, to ensure the diamond is robustly secured. The timepiece is finished with an etching on its dark aluminium surround, revealing the bright metal underneath. This beautiful piece of contemporary craftsmanship is the result of over 14 design iterations.

PANORAMIC SUNSET INTERIOR At totality of a solar eclipse, there is a moment when a golden twilight surrounds those viewing the eclipse, giving the illusion of a 360-degree sunset. In Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis, the beauty of this rarely observed phenomenon is captured in bi-coloured seats with a unique perforated artwork, made of over 200,000 individual perforations.

The bold Mandarin leather is tinted in a black shade that is then perforated to reveal the brighter contrasting colour beneath, creating a visual effect with extraordinary depth and subtlety. Using computational design tools, the Bespoke Collective developed a unique pattern, which was then manually refined over seven trials and iterations.

Bespoke finishing touches include illuminated treadplates, umbrellas with Mandarin piping concealed in the coach doors, and a unique indoor motor car cover bearing the Private Collection’s wordmark.

All 25 examples of the Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis Private Collection have been allocated to clients around the world.

#Rolls-Royce #Ékleipsis #ghost #eclipse #brexit #stance

[operafantomet]

Three photos from POTO Kristianstad and their beautiful Art Deco theatre.

I feel this production is somewhat of an underdog. A bit because they had such short and/or corona-interrupted runs in 2020, 2021 AND 2022, so the minute there was any buzz they closed down and the buzz died.

I also think they released remarkably few official photos throughout, so it was hard to keep discussing it online. Much improved in the 2023 run, especially with their Phantom and Christine upping the SoMe game. But still, not a super well documented production. And that is a pity, because they had some beautiful and clever det solutions going on, not really looking like other non-replica productions out there apart from a few details here and there.

Also a stunning cast! If you ever wondered if John Martin Bengtsson is a star… OMG yes. I saw him a couple of times as the Phantom in Copenhagen and knew what he can do. His voice has a depth and a height that is 100% made for the role. But seeing him do a non-replica production gave me in some ways an even better idea of his acting, and the way he shaped this particular role and owned the stage was pure bliss. Review-ish to come…

In the mean time, here’s some general photos of the Palais Garnier curtain, the auction set, and the curtain call.

#phantom of the opera #poto kristianstad #poto sweden #non replica #john martin bengtsson #hanna ulvan #jonathan böiers #kristianstad teater #auction set #not another chandelier #poto curtain call

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Earlier in the book, Pyrrha had talked with her 'family' about escaping to a half flipped planet and just becoming farmers. This is something she really wants, it seems, and they think she's trying to steel the shuttle for it.

Ahh, that makes sense. Although wasn't there a great deal of discussion about this not being a shuttle that could go long distances without refuelling, and there being no nearby place to refuel it? But she didn't take her guns with her, so I guess she was maybe just going to check it out, and didn't plan to steal it immediately

You'll find out soon what she drew, and it IS an animal that it would seem almost no one alive would have seen before, and Angel only knows from schooling.

I guess it's going to be some Earth animal that didn't survive the apocalypse, and Nona knows about it in some unconscious way because of the John dreams/actually being Alecto or something?

Cam being stunned into silence at the idea that Corona is her partner made me giggle. :P

The Angel didn't actually say it was Corona, though, or describe her physically in any way, or even specify her gender, and if Pal didn't inform Camilla about what Nona told him she has no idea who the Angel could be talking about. I guess she could guess that Corona would be the only other person the Angel could have met yesterday who knew her, though. I wonder if the reason that Palamedes took over for the latter part of this scene was that Camilla was just like, "that's it, I'm out" after that bit of dialog

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Ranking Libraries in Animated Movies

We're all bookworms here--yes, even you, person who has stumbled across this post at 4am, questioning everything about your life--and so we have library envy, and a lot of that started YOUNG. So let's take a walk down memory lane and review and rank (in no particular order because frankly I don't care enough to be precise about this) them!

The Provincial Town Library

This darling little space is clearly a labor of love in a town where way too many people feel about books like Gaston do. I want to pat this little library on the head. It's trying so hard, and it's wonderful that it exists. I would curl up here and read for an afternoon. This library is your secondhand, Thriftbooks version of a library. Well loved, a bit worn, and meant to be read.

The Library in Beast's Castle

Bright, airy, absolutely stunning design, but maybe a smidge impersonal and meant to intimidate. There aren't any cozy reading nooks, and there is a ton of echoey space. I was floored by this library as a kid, and I wanted it, but this is the library equivalent of a Folio Society special edition. You look respectfully and perhaps carefully page through it because it's more of an object d'arte than a reading copy of a book.

Prince Derek's Library

This library lacks the natural light of the libraries in Beauty and the Beast, but LOOK at this beauty. It's big, it's warm-toned, and it's clearly a USE library. There are floor stacks, side stacking, leaners, and an open book hanging out! I'd want some more cozy spots to read in here, but even without them, you'd never drag me out of this library. It's basically your fancy, Eaton Centre version of Chapters (don't look at me like that, I don't have to acknowledge that Indigo turned a bookstore into a lifestyle brand if I don't want to). It has prestige, but it's meant to be all about the books.

The Pagemaster's Library

Yes, it's included. Yes, it's a technicality. Who's blog is this anyway??? This is a library that you go to when you literally have no other choice and the fate of the world is on the line. It is NOT inviting, not friendly, and there is something deeply impersonal about it. It doesn't TRY to imtimidate you, it doesn't care about you. It's basically an eldritch horror and you're trying not to poke it too hard. The shelves are LITERALLY closing in on you as they extend into forever.

Merlin's Library

Ok, I know he's a wizard and wizards are basically chaos incarnate, but seriously, Merlin. I'm calling the book version of CPS. There are almost certainly rats inder those stacks and piles. It looks damp. It's dark. It's cramped. The humidity is probably out of control. There are probably books dying slowly by being molded over. I want to stage a rescue mission for those poor tomes.

Rapunzel's Personal Library

Oh sweetie. Come with me.

The Corona Library

A little cozy, a friend to read with, space to stretch out...Yes. This is good. Much better! I would absolutely read like 20 books all at once here, and bonus points for the window and sunbeam spot to be a book cat in!

The Evil Queen's Library

Given that this is basically a combination of a tenured academic's and a witch's library...A+ no notes on this whole vibe. I'm bailing HARD because spiders, but this woman knows what her library aesthetic is and she nailed it. This shelf is Instagram-ready.

#libraries #books & libraries #library #disney library #home library #library aesthetic