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When you’re reading in bed and you lose your bookmark:
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Lucien: I can’t believe my mate’s engaged to someone else!
Rhys: I wonder what that’s like
Lucien: All I want to do is get to know her but she’s still in love with him-
Rhys: How about that
Lucien: And she looks so miserable and underweight and just dead inside-
Rhys: Sounds tough
Lucien: And I can’t even do anything about it!
Rhys: I can’t even imagine
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"The story of a boy who became a man... By becoming a bear."
This movie is way too under appreciated in my opinion… The fandom is practically non-existent…
And I don’t understand why? The plot was fantastic.
All of the characters were lovable.
There was no one that you absolutely could not stand.
The “bad guy” was actually the main character, Kenai. Which was an interesting twist for Disney.
But by building a bond with this young cub (Koda), and seeing the world through the eyes of a bear, he realized that he (as a man) had been the monster… Not bears.
I mean, talk about character development…
Koda: Those monsters are really scary… Especially with their sticks.
And for me, this scene right here was one of my most emotional Disney moments. You can’t even here Kenai telling the actual story… But you can see their facial expressions and you can just feel it. You know exactly what he’s saying to Koda.
Kenai: Well, I have a story to tell you.
Koda: Really? What’s it about?
Kenai: Well, it’s kind of about a man… and kind of about a bear. But mostly, it’s about a monster.
… Koda… I did something very wrong.
Okay, but on a lighter note?
The animation was incredible.
Amazing.
It was a powerful movie about brotherly love, guidance, and responsibility, and it truly is one of my favorite Disney movies ever.
Not to mention the soundtrack is amazing. You can’t go wrong with Phil Collins.
The fandom will never be huge, but the movie definitely deserves more credit. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it.
Brother Bear
I want to remind everyone that this movie is where the “quit telling everyone I’m dead” “Sometimes I can still hear his voice” joke came from.
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Well I wasn’t expecting to cry tonight, but here we are
Source: riseofthebigfour
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Nabrina things
sabrina smiling like its the BEST day of her life whenever hes with her. like look she genuinely looks like someone bought her a puppy:
his soft “well i hope so”:
when she kissed his hand/forehead
bonus: him feeling close enough to her to really open up
hugs like this when they greet eachother:
i mean seriously nick acts like theyre in a gothic romance:
(which i guess they almost are)
him calling her babe
and yanno also fighting a giant squid for her
“i sat with you at lunch because of how you sang in choir class”:
“and I fell hard”
The way Sabrina’s hands find their way into his hair whenever they dance:
this:
them holding eachothers faces in their hands:
him loving her for both sides of her:
the sincerity in “i dont care about the world I only care about you”
Him embracing Sabrina as an opponent completely respectfully (even though this school is his life/and we know our boy isnt opposed to playing dirty)
and then dropping the competition to help her:
this gif:
”youre alright” “just alright huh?” and they kiss and giggle like the absolute otp that they are
“you seriously think i tell her what to do?”
how damn cute they were in this scene:
“that sounds amazing.”
her dream coming true/a premonition of them being together:
“you taught me how to love.” obviously
this:
I just love my babies <3
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Wonder Woman (2017) | Captain Marvel (2019)
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Why yes I can! Sorry about the delay, but this poor unfortunate souls had 6 of her final assignments due on one day (I couldn’t even read Queen of Air and Darkness when it came out, truly tragic).
Hope you enjoy! If you want to read more of my stuff, you can find my masterlist here 😊
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Yeran watched Borte as her hair rustled in the wind, the chill from the mountains outside creeping through the small cracks in the window she was gazing out of. Her body was draped in a woollen blanket, her cheeks pink from the cold.
He knew he shouldn’t be here, but he had to talk to her one last time. He had to make sure.
“If you’re going to stalk me you may as well entertain me. Why are you here?” she broke the silence.
He smirked. He should have known that the most talented Ruk rider would be able to tell when she wasn’t alone in a room. “I wanted to make sure that you are okay.”
She scoffed. “You’re reading too much into this. I’m perfectly fine. I’ve had a long time to prepare for this.”
His gut sank at her words. She did not sound like a woman who was going to marry the next day, nor did she sound happy about it. And Yeran – well, it didn’t matter to him what bargain they had made, or that over the years he’d been betrothed to her he’d felt nothing but love in his heart, or that she had decided during the war that his body was the one she desired. He wanted her to love him back, to not feel like she was stuck in an emotionless marriage with a man she didn’t want.
And by the Gods, did he love her. The days where he woke up next to her, could feel her warmth seeping into him, were the best of his life.
“We don’t have to go through with this,” he told her, and he meant it, even if the words made his heart ache.
She snickered. “Yes, we do. We made a deal, and I plan on sticking to it.”
He took a step forward and out of the shadows, their eyes meeting for the first time that night.
“You know how I feel for you,” he whispered. “I’ve told you many times.”
She rolled her eyes. “We were at war, I’m not going to pretend like those words meant anything. Let’s just get this over and done with, we’ve been putting it off long enough. Everyone’s here, ready and waiting.” She huffed. “Even Sartaq managed to drag himself away from his heir-ly duties.”
She stood and came close to him. He could feel her breath on his face, and she smiled when she saw him shiver. “There’s many things we could be doing right now, least of all talking.” She pressed her lips to his neck, and for the first time, he braced his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away.
“I have to go,” he stuttered before rushing from the room.
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So sent this this morning, and I am here to deliver because I think we could all use a little Eris in our lives.
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The first time he saw her he didn’t really see her at all.
He was walking – escaping – and in the deepest crevices of the Forest House he heard the most wonderful, melodic voice. It was a language he was unfamiliar with, but he needn’t understand her words for the music to reach into his soul, pulling him in her direction. He walked through branches, slashing his sword through them and marching toward the sound. He was nearing her when it stopped, and unable to find a single soul around he had to give up his search.
But every day, every Cauldron damned day, he went back, hoping to hear her sing again.
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Anonymous asked:
Did you ever name Feysand's son? I would say he's nameless but that hits a bit too close to home rip
Don’t remind me fam.
And yes! I did! And like I could just tell you orrrrrrrrrrr
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“I don’tknow where he is.” Eleana told Rhys, a trace of panic lining her face. His sonwas only one month old, and was already casing so much commotion that Rhyscould tell there would never be a dull moment in his life.
Rhys glaredplayfully at his daughter. He was sitting peacefully on his couch reading abook when he heard her rummaging around upstairs. He knew exactly where his sonwas, of course he bloody did, but playing with his twenty-three-year-olddaughter was too good of an opportunity to miss.
“Whatdo you mean you don’t know where he is?”
“Ithought he should have a nap, and then I decided I wanted one too, but then I wokeup and he wasn’t down here so I checked the whole house and it’s not like hecould’ve flown away, he can barely open his wings! And I have no idea where heis,” She cried.
“I’mnot bothered.” He stood up, put his book down and pulled her into his arms,resting his chin on the top of her head.
“Howcan you not be worried? He’s so small!” She wailed.
Rhysdecided the joke was over and smoothed back the hair from her face. “I’m notworried because I believe his sudden disappearance probably has to do with yourmate gallivanting out of here with him about fifty minutes ago. I think theywent shopping for Theodosia’s birthday.”
Eleanapushed his away and smacked his chest. “Why would you do that?! And that bastard! He took my baby brotherliterally from my arms while I was sleeping. I was so scared.” She breathed asigh of relief, and before Rhys could reply he heard someone come in the frontdoor.
Therewas a very limited number of people it could be due to the wards, and heguessed it was the bastard that Eleana loved so much. As usual, he was correct,and her husband came in with his son nestled into one arm and bags in theother.
Hestopped dead when he saw the furious look on Eleana’s face, and lowered thebags to the ground. “Hey,” he said slowly.
She stompedup to him and snatched away her brother. “I’m mad at you,” She kissed the baby’shead while sashaying away from her mate, Kaden.
Kaden lookedat him for help, but Rhys simply laughed and shook his head while on the way tothe kitchen to get his son, Hazael, a bottle. Little Haz was usually breastfedby Feyre, but she was away dealing with a small rebellion in one of theIllyrian camps. They had refused to accept one of her new reforms, and shewanted to deal with it herself. Rhys said he would go, so she could rest, butshe told him males may need a month to recover from a significant event but shewas a strong woman who was perfectly capable thank you very much.
Rhyswarmed the bottle with his magic and made his way back to his children. He wasmet with the sight of Eleana leaning over and kissing her mate, so she must notbe that mad.
Theylooked like a little family all together. With Haz in between them while theylooked so affectionately at each other, it was like a vision into the future. Eleanahanded Haz back to her mate - his perfect little baby was so small that hecould fit into the crooks of people’s elbows easily. Rhys smiled fondly and letthem be. He knelt down so he could inspect the bags of shopping Kaden had gotten,wanting to know what they had gotten his niece Thea for her birthday. He wassurprised to see pink baby’s clothing, which was strange considering there wereno babies in their family that would need such things. There were also toys,dummies, bottles…
Rhysreeled back in shock. Eleana had been acting so emotional lately, not justtoday but over the last week he’d noticed her moods swinging sporadically. Andto buy all these clothes…
“Oh.Um. Ah. Eleana. Kaden. Um. Oh.” He sputtered. He turned to look at them, hiseyes so wide you could see a ring of purple around his irises. He looked atEleana’s abdomen, trying to discern whether she had a baby bump or not.
“Papa,are you okay?” She said, concern in her voice. She only called him papa on daysshe was particularly happy. She did a lot when she was a child, less when shegrew, and now her child would becalling him grandpa.
Feyre Feyre Feyre Feyre Feyre Feyre
He hadto summon his mate here as fast as they could, so they could celebrate theirbaby girl on her – Oh cauldron, on herbaby girl from the looks of it.
He wasin shock to say the least. Why hadn’t she told him? They were so close, andthis was such huge news. He wanted what she wanted, no matter what it was, andif this was it then so be it. A little Eleana with blonde hair, or a littleEleana with eyes so dark when you looked into them it was like falling into thenight sky.
Rhyspulled out a pink onesie from the bag. He was shook to the point where he wasshaking slightly. His chest had seized from the emotion, and his mouth gapedopen and closed trying to form the words. What came out instead were noisesthat were either a groan, a moan, or a gag. He ended up just pointing atEleana, and then at the onesie. She gasped when she realised what he thought.
“Oh. No!No. Nope. Noooo. Not today. Na-da. Definitely not. Oh no.” She moved towardshim and got to her knees so she could look him in the eye. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Areyou sure? Because you’ve been so emotional lately and if you’re just not readyto tell me that’s okay-” Rhys started crying then - very real tears that felllike a waterfall. “Is it because you don’t think I would be happy? I’m not sureI’m ready to be a grandfather but I would love the baby so much,” he sobbed. “andI would buy you all the chocolate and pickles you want just like I did with yourmother. I’m just really surprised,” he hiccupped, “it was only a month ago youtold me you weren’t ready for children, and now this!” He pulled her to him,sobbing into her hair – he was a blubbering mess.
“I’m not pregnant.” She looked pointedlyat her mate and waved him over. He brought Haz to her. “These are clothes thatKaden got for the orphan program in Hewn City, and I’m emotional because I’m onmy cycle.” She brought Haz between herself and Rhys, presenting him to herfather. “I’m not ready for this. Weare not ready for this.” She looked achingly at Kaden. “I don’t need to tellyou why, because you already know, but it will be a really long time before we’re ready to even think about children. It’s good to know that you’d be excitedthough!”
“Really?You aren’t having a baby? You’re sure?”
“Ofcourse I’m sure.” Her face crumpled, and she held back a sob. “You would be thefirst person I tell - even before that bastard probably.” His daughter got toher feet and pulled him up with her.
“Imean, he’s so oblivious sometimes he might not even notice.” Rhys teased. Rhystook Haz from her arms, cradling him gently. He was squirmy and started to whinefrom being jostled around so many people, and Rhys hadn’t given him his bottleyet.
Eleanapressed kisses over her brother’s face, then skipped back to her mate.
Rhysadmired the pair – knowing that one day, when the timing was better and hisdaughter was ready, they would be fantastic parents. Until then, “would you twomind taking Haz for a few hours? I may have already told your mother you’rewith child, and I think I have a lot of explaining and making up to do. Or shecould very well kill me.”
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So as some of you may know, I have finished acowar. Now that my mind is sufficiently ruined, I present to you this fic about the High Lord of the Winter Court and his mate.
This doesn’t really spoil anything in acowar, rather than their existence. So read if you want, acowar not necessarily needed!
This was requested by @ignite-my-love who is suffering as much as I am when it comes to this bloody book.
***
How could this be?
Fifty years, and the wretched Amarantha was destroyed by a… mortal? A human?
Viviane’s hands shook, her breath coming out in sporadic sheer clouds as she hyperventilated. She was on the floor, her legs too unstable to carry her any longer. She would see him again, her beautiful High Lord, her love.
She was going to kick his ass. And kiss him. Not necessarily in that order.
I’ve loved you, since we were children. I will always love you, and being your friend is, and always will be, my greatest achievement. I beg of you, protect what is left, Vivane, and I will see you soon enough.
He had not seen her soon enough. Kallias had projected that to her the moment he knew there was no escaping Amarantha’s clutches, and let her protect their haven, which she tirelessly did, while he sacrificed himself to that wench. It wasn’t until he confessed his love to her that she knew the extent of her feelings for him. Her love for him was like the cauldron, and he was the sorcerer reaching far down into her, stirring her soul and wielding her being. She was utterly his, and she thought she would never be able to tell him. That was, until, Feyre Cursebreaker, former prisoner of the Spring Court, had shattered Amarantha’s deadly reign.
She rose to her feet, supporting herself on the marble columns of Kallias’ palace. He would be here soon, and when he did, he would see her standing – fighting – as she always had Before.
Because now there was a Before. It used to be Before and After the War. Now, it was Before and After Amarantha.
She looked out the wide, glassless, window. This was her home, and it would remain that way. The vast expanse of rolling white and treacherous mountains calmed her faltering breaths. She had never stopped to think about this moment - her reunion with her love. Had dwelled many time of how she was going to get here, the plans she concocted, the atrocities she committed in saving her people, but never let herself think – dream, hope, wish – about this moment.
She was still wearing the filthy pants, tunic and fur cloak she had been for the past eight days. It was spattered in blood and dirt and mud and Mother knows what else, but when she was constantly like this she didn’t see the point of washing. She thought maybe should change, to present herself nicely for Kallias, and then she snorted at the thought. That idiot could see her parading around in a pink tutu and nothing else and she still wouldn’t feel embarrassment. She was too far gone for that. She laughed lightly at the thought of Kallias’ face if he saw her gallivanting around, breasts free and lower half covered by hideous tulle. He would tell her to put some clothes on before she freezed, and she would tell him to shove his shiny shoes up his ass.
“Is something funny? It’s been a while since I’ve heard a joke.”
The voice stopped her thoughts. Stopped her breathing. Stopped her heart.
She turned her head, and there he was.
“Kallias.” Her voice broke.
“Vivi-”
She didn’t let him finish, just sprinted the few paces between them and collided into him - throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely. His arms went to her waist, lifting her off the floor as he returned her embrace and kiss. Her legs went around him, and her hands tangled in his white hair.
She may have remained in the Winter Court the last fifty years, but now she was finally home.
His lips moved to her face and neck, kissing any part he could reach.
“I love you, you bloody bastard. Never leave me again or I’ll freeze your balls off and feed them to the bears.” She meant it with the upmost sincerity, but that didn’t stop her from whimpering her words.
“I’ve missed you more than the drylands miss rain, more than the stars miss night, more than-”
“I love you, Kallias. I love you.” She smashed her lips against his again, and she could taste the snow of his scent, the pine that always reminded her of him. She could taste the salt of their collective tears, and feel his heart racing as he pulled her further against him. He walked them forward, still holding up her body and soul, and pressed her against the cold wall. It was a good release, her body become so hot from his touch she wouldn’t be surprised if she left steam in her wake. His hands freely roamed under her coat, slipping above her shirt to touch her oh-so-warm skin.
“You kept me alive, Viviane.” He shuddered. “Not my body, but my resolve, my soul. Every moment was just another until I could return to you. I love you. I should’ve – I should’ve told you before but I was scared.” He rested his forehead to her, and her legs were once again holding her up.
“What’s done is done, never spend another moment of what-ifs, my love. We are here now, we can rectify this now.” She swallowed hard, her emotion tightening her throat.
He placed a sweet, barely there kiss to the skin just under her ear. She could feel his whole body trembling as he slowly got to his knees, pressing his face to her stomach. “Viviane, be my wife. Please, I’ll marry you tonight. I never want there to be another moment where I am not completely and utterly yours.”
A choked sob escaped her at the question, and he looked at her not in alarm, but in understanding.
“Not tonight,” she gasped.
He nodded, but remained on his knees in front of her. His calloused hands were around her calves now, rubbing smooth circles on the tight muscles there.
“We will not marry tonight, because you will make me your wife now. I’ll change into a dress, and you can summon a priestess, and within the hour we will be bound.”
His eyes pierced into her like she was a Goddess he had prayed to for eternity, and maybe, just maybe, she was. “A dress? You could look like a lumberjack and I’d still want you.”
“The dress isn’t for you, silly male.” She patted his head jokingly. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve worn something elegant? Far too long, is the answer, and I plan to look ravishing when I take you as my own.”
*
He had devoured her.
Worshipped her.
Made love to her.
Their souls had sung to one another as their bodies connected. And as Kallias and Viviane were at their highest state of pleasure, the bond had snapped into place, sealing them together everlasting.
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“Has anyone ever told you that your face doesn’t match your personality? You seem so graceful and beautiful until you open your mouth.” Rowaelin OBVS
Another tag team by @tacmc and myself! A fabulous prompt from @highqueenofelfhame that started as one thing and ended up as smut. Oops. 🤷🏽♀️🙃😅
Aelin stared at the reflection of herself in the empty room full of mirrors. Her hair was pulled back into a harsh bun at the base of her head and the tight tank and shorts showed off every curve she had, unlike the other girls in her class, with their flat chests and lack of hips. The music began and she lost herself to the elaborate sound as she began to dance.
As soon as she began, she felt free. She always had, when she danced. It was her escape in every sense of the word. When she danced, it was just her and the music and the bliss that filled her very core.
She had fallen in love with dancing at a young age, always watching her mother’s company practice and perform. She joined the first chance she could get, immediately taking to it like it was the blood in her veins, and it had been her entire life since then.
One of the double doors slammed open, distracting Aelin from the pirouette she was in and she fell to the floor.
The guy that had strutted through the door froze. His green eyes grew wide as he pulled down the sweat drenched hood of his sweatshirt, revealing ruffled, damp silver hair. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears as he said, “Shit. Are you okay?”
Aelin snapped her head towards him, her breathing heavy. “Can you not read?”
The handsome stranger raised an eyebrow. “Very well actually.”
“Oh,” she said, climbing to her feet. “So you just aren’t observant of your surroundings?”
The stranger didn’t say anything as his eyes roved her body. She grabbed her hoodie off the bench nearby and pulled it on, zipping it as she made her way to the doors he was standing in front of.
She yanked open the door to reveal a handwritten sign proclaiming “Closed for Private Practice, Please DO NOT ENTER”.
The stranger clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. His calmness drove Aelin mad as they sized up one another, the words written on the door lingering between them.
Finally, he said, “Has anyone ever told you that your face doesn’t match your personality? You seem so graceful and beautiful until you open your mouth.”
Aelin was fuming. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an ass?”
“You surely wouldn’t be the first, but I’d rather you call me other things,” he said, a smirk on his lips.
“Ugh,” Aelin groaned and let the door fall from her grasp. She made her way over to the sound system in the corner and began unplugging her phone and charger.
“What are you doing?”
She turned her head to see the man still standing there, watching her, his head slightly tilted to the side.
“What does it look like?” She asked. “I’m leaving. The studio is yours.” She went to grab her bag, but turned as she passed him. She didn’t expect him to have taken a step towards her and she was nearly pressed up against his solid chest. Breathlessly, she ask “What were you even doing in here?”
It was a logical question. The large, open dance studio in the gym at the University of Orynth was the only thing occupying the 4th floor, save for a small locker room across the hall. It even overlooked the rest of the gym through a two-way mirror.
“I just came to take out the garbage,” he said, gesturing to the bin in the corner. “Took a part time job here.”
Aelin raised a golden brow as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The relaxed gesture almost frustrated her more.
“Well, take out the garbage then,” she said, a bite to her voice. “And, when you’re done with that, the mirrors could use cleaning.”
He smiled, not moving from his position. “Anything else?”
The question caught her off guard. She was expecting more snap, more bite. The sincerity in his voice, so different from his light posture, made her stop as she took a single step back. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was enjoying the little game they were playing.
She said, with just a little less sass, “The floors have become pretty dull. My pointe shoes keep getting caught. They could use a wax.”
“And?” He hadn’t taken a step back, no. He’d taken a step forward.
Aelin swallowed and looked up into his pine green eyes. She took her lip between her teeth and watched as his eyes tracked the gesture. “There are a few bulbs that need to be replaced.”
“Is that all?” His voice came out as a purr.
Aelin’s heart felt like it may come out of her chest, for an altogether different reason than dancing, and nodded her head.
“As you wish,” was all he said.
He didn’t move.
Nor did she.
“I’m Aelin,” she blurted, for lack of anything better to say.
“Rowan,” he said, quietly, in response.
They weren’t far apart, now. She could scent the mint coming off his breath, the warmth of it nearly felt against her forehead.
As if sensing her thoughts, he took another step toward her, his fingers brushing lightly against her own.
It was madness.
They didn’t even know each other.
Yet, Aelin felt a pull toward him, both within her chest and between her legs.
Abruptly, she asked, “What time is it?”
To Rowan’s credit, he didn’t step back or show much surprise to the sudden question. He just flicked his eyes to the clock behind her, above the wall of mirrors. “9:17. Why?”
“Because I have the studio booked for forty-three more minutes.” Rowan’s tongue peeked out, wetting his lip. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
His dark brows slightly furrowed as he asked, “What? No, I-.”
Another word didn’t leave his lips before Aelin’s own we’re crashing upon them. He was surprised for only a second, before a hand clutched the back of head and an arm snaked around her waist. He kissed her with as much fervor as she did him, and before she knew it, she felt her back pressed against the cold, reflective glass of the mirror.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue danced idly around her own. A soft grunt came out of him as she nipped at his bottom lip, and something inside of her was unleashed.
Calloused fingers slip down her arm, down her side, down her thigh, and she almost found herself begging for those fingers to be elsewhere.
She kissed a line down his chin and began to pepper kisses over the stubble of his jaw. She followed the strong column of his throat, stopping to bite his skin, sucking and licking the hurt away right after. He groaned lightly and she began to grind against him. His hands moved from her thighs to her ass, and he ground his fingers into the supple flesh as he pressed his hardening length against her core.
Aelin let out a soft gasp, not entirely caused by the surprise of the size of him. No, he was pressing against her most sensitive spot and if he kept it up, she was going to explode, taking every inch of him without a second thought.
But the handle on the door began to shake, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Rowan quickly set her down and her feet landed silently on the floor. The only sound in the room was the door futilely being pushed from the outside and their heavy breathing. After a moment, the shaking stopped and silence settled in the room. Aelin took one glance at Rowan, found him already staring and they were instantly upon each other again, this time immediately tearing at each other’s clothes.
Rowan’s hoodie had been thrown across the room and Aelin’s soon followed. He lifted her tank top off her body and she was able to get his shirt off before he pulled her bra down, her breast popping out and his mouth closing around a pert nipple.
She gasped and her hand slid into his silver hair.
His hand reached up, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. She whimpered as he brought his teeth down and tugged lightly.
The second his mouth left her breast, she dropped to her knees and began to work his pants down his legs. His cock sprang out, and though her mouth went dry and at the sight of him, arousal was pooling between her legs.
With a tentative lick to the tip, she gripped his substantial length at the base. One of his fists was balled up at his side, and when Aelin glanced up, she saw the fingers of his other hand were rubbing over his lips, a look of pure desire in his green eyes as he stared down at her on her knees.
Keeping her eyes on his, she lifted his cock and, from base to tip, gave him one long, flat lick up the underside, pausing to swirl her tongue around the head. Rowan’s chest was heaving as Aelin reached for the balled fist at his side and placed it on the back of her head.
Instantaneously, his fingers were knotted in her hair. He gripped it tightly and she looked up at him.
“Do you want me in your mouth, princess?” he asked, voice low with desire.
She nodded, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips, opening to take just the tip in and lightly suck.
The primal, guttural noise that left Rowan’s lips was almost enough to make Aelin come on the spot, but instead, she bobbed her head and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. When he bumped the back of her throat she moaned and his hand tightened in her hair. She moaned again.
“Do you like when I pull your hair, baby?”
She nodded.
“Answer me with my cock in your mouth.”
Aelin hummed her agreement and watched as Rowan’s eyes rolled back into his head. She had begun to move on him again when he said, “Do you want to touch yourself, Aelin?”
The sound of her name from his lips was excruciating enough, but she moaned again in confirmation.
She had no idea what was happening. This wasn’t her, and yet, she wanted it. She wanted him. This stranger, who she hadn’t known until minutes before. She wasn’t sure if she believed in love at first sight, but whatever the hell this was, she believed in it. She could only nod.
“Let me see.”
She shifted her shorts to the side, revealing red lace. The growl that left him at the sight had her plunging her fingers inside herself. The moan that ripped from her had him groaning and plunging his other hand into her hair and thrusting deeper into her mouth, into her throat.
Gods, she was wet. She was so unbelievably wet and so, so turned on.
The throbbing, the ache, between her legs had her nearly paralyzed. She wanted to lie back on the wooden floorboards and let him roam her body until she was nothing but a whirlwind of bliss and pleasure.
With her other hand, Aelin reached up and gripped him at the base. She worked her mouth in time with her hand and before she knew it, Rowan on his knees with her, his mouth crashing against her own. He laid her back against the floor and kissed down her body, stopping when he reached the top of her shorts. Green eyes gazing through lashes, he looked up at her as he kissed just below her stomach and began to pull her shorts and underwear off. He pressed kisses to her hip bones and then so close to where she needed him at the apex of her legs, before moving to her thighs where he began to bite and suck. Aelin squirmed, one hand latching into his hair as she tried to maneuver his lips where she craved him. With a breathy chuckle against her sex, he pressed a kiss to her and opened her folds with one long lick.
The sound that came from Aelin was not human. Her eyes fluttered shut, and right as she was on the edge of climaxing, his tongue trailed slowly, slowly up her body.
Rowan pressed a kiss to Aelin’s brow and breathed, “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
She only shook her head. “I don’t want this. I need this.”
It was true. Though her break up with Chaol had been mutual, it had still been painful. It had been over two years and he had moved on and was married with a baby on the way, and though Aelin was happy for him, she hadn’t been with anyone else, hadn’t wanted to. Until an unfamiliar set of green eyes roved over her body and ignited something that had been long slumbering.
With bright eyes, Rowan pushed himself into her. The primal man that was just standing in front of her was gone and replaced by a gentle, but strong, lover. His eyes stayed connected with hers and his hips thrust into her own. Aelin didn’t waiver, didn’t take her eyes away. He reached up his hand and brushed away a strand of golden hair.
“Aelin,” he breathed, and it wasn’t her name but a prayer, a blessing, an urgent, wild plea. His elbows rested on both sides of her head as he pressed his lips against hers, his hips snapping into her own. Her own hands roamed down his back, following the tattoo that flowed down his side and torso. He hitched her leg around his hip and with his next thrust, he hit the spot Aelin had begun to believe was a myth and a legend.
With a cry, Aelin threw her head back and began to writhe beneath him. She was so close. He’d brought her so close to the edge and stopped so many times, that she thought she may actually combust if he did it again. With a whimper, she said, “Rowan, please.”
His name leaving her lips was an unleashing.
He picked her up and pressed her back against the mirror as his hips slammed into unrelenting pace. His lips dragged down her throat, his teeth scraping as they went.
Her voice was hoarse as she whispered his name, her body shaking as her long nails clawed into the tanned skin of his back.
She clung to him as her body fell into utter euphoria.
She was still spiraling into utter bliss when she noticed his thrusts becoming much more demanding, picking up pace and the quiet groans that left his lips as he said, “No condom.”
Her face was buried in his neck as she said, “I’m on the pill.”
And that was that.
Rowan pressed her hips against the mirror as he fucked her harder than he had yet. One hand snaked up and wrapped around her throat as he squeezed lightly. Aelin’s head was thrown back as she fell over the edge one last time, Rowan following right after, as he spilled himself inside of her.
They stared at each other for a long while, while their breathing went from heavy and ragged to soft and shaky.
Aelin smiled, laughing softly up at him. Not because what they had just done was humorous, but because what they had just done was pure insanity.
She didn’t know him.
But she sure as hell wanted to.
He is pressed a soft kiss to her lips and began to pull out, but Aelin tightened her legs around his waist. “What, uhm, what time are you off work?”
He blushed and rubbed a hand down the back of his neck. “I don’t actually work for the gym. I was actually coming up here to do stretches, but I didn’t see your sign.” Aelin threw her head back and laughed. “So,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “I guess I’m free now, if you’re asking.”
She grinned. “I am asking.”
A light sparked in his eyes as if saying that he wanted to stay right where they were, but he nodded, his smile making her blush from the beauty of it. “Good.”
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Anonymous asked:
Nessian prompt (post-acofas): Their first time. Nesta had never let any male be on top or in any vulnerable position for her. But now is different.
Here it is! Thank you so much for this prompt, I absolutely loved writing this OS!
Warning : mature content.
Thefirst time :
Rolling over in her bed, Nesta let out a sigh.
She’d tried to sleep for hours now, and yet here she was, tossingand turning in her bed, the silence deafening in her room. She’dtried to read to calm herself and fall asleep, but it hadn’t work.
Nothing could work. No matter what she could do, nothing could stopthe images to fill her mind, haunting her all night.
Elain crying and begging, being forced into the water despiteeverything she’d tried. Cassian on the floor, crawling in a puddleof blood. The King of Hybern, smiling as she was dragged to thatCauldron. The mortal queens, eyeing them as some strange result of anexperimentation.
And every time one of those images was coming into her mind, herveins were filed with the exact same emotions. Anger, rage, fear,hatred.
It kept burning her every single time, and nothing could stop that.
Well, alcohol and sex had helped her. It had helped to dull theraging fire inside her bones, to make everything disappear for amoment. But it wasn’t viable, not in long-term speaking, and sheknew that, despite everything she’d say to Feyre. But it was easy,and it worked at the time she needed it to, so she had let herselfdrown.
Cutting out sex hadn’t been difficult. Not that she hadn’t enjoyit physically, but it had never meant anything for her, and what shehad lived with strangers had never fully satisfied her. And afterthey had arrived at the Camp with Cassian, there wasn’t a singlemale who dared to approach her, even less touch her. She was seen asan abnormality or a curiosity at best, and she had heard the whispersevery time she had walked through the camp, people staring andcalling her a witch or a monster. She didn’t care.
Replacing males by enjoying herself alone had been easy. Alcohol hadbeen a bit more difficult.
The feeling of slowly going away, not being here anymore, not havingthese images swirling inside her head… But when she was drinking,alcohol was taking more than bad memories. It had taken every bit ofherself with each bottle she had finished, numbing her more than shehad expected it to do, until one day she had woken up without beingable to feel a single emotion.
Two years, it’s what it had taken her to come back from the hellshe had locked herself in. It most certainly not had been easy, andshe still had some rough days, but she was out. Tonight was just abad one, and tomorrow things would be better, all she had to do waswait for the sun to come.
Feeling a strange tug in her stomach, she sat up straight, lookingaround in her room, grabbing her bathrobe before going out of bed,walking to the door without really thinking.
The house she was sharing with Cassian wasn’t big, but it wasperfect. It was quiet, cosy, and they had an office with largebookcases filled through time. Cassian’s room wasn’t far awayfrom hers, she just had to cross over the living room to get to hisdoor.
That’s where her feet took her without her thinking, and Nestafound herself staring at the wooden surface, frowning and trying tounderstand why she had gotten up in the first place. Following herinstinct, she knocked without knowing if he’d be here or outsidefor some mission.
“Come in,” she heard from inside.
Opening the door, Nesta peered at the bed, expecting to find him halfasleep. Moving further in the room when she realized his bed wasempty, she found him seating near the window, looking at the stars,hugging one of his knee with his hands.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked, turning his gaze to her.
Coming toward the male, Nesta sat down in front of him, nodding andsighing.
“The memories are coming at you?”
Another nod. Cassian staid silent for a moment, letting her enjoy thepeaceful sight of the night sky. Living together had been anobligation at first, Cassian being ordered by Feyre to look afterher, to make sure she would be fine at the Camp. She had hated it,hated her sister and hated him even more for doing it. It had feltlike a betrayal from him, and the first year had been even worse thanwhat had happened in Velaris. Every time Cassian had been out forduty, she had found alcohol and drunk until she could barely walk.She’d wasted herself so badly she couldn’t remember some part ofthis year, loosing herself a bit more everyday, becoming a livingghost. At first, Cassian had staid silent, only making sure she wassafe at home every night. She’d tried to find males to sleep with,but they were all too scared either by their Commander or her, so herfrustration had grown even more. That’s when she had started toyell at him, never missing an opportunity to hurt him with words,staring him down when they were in the same room, even when he hadtried to talk to her and proposed his help and support. Cassian hadbeen hurt and had gotten angry more times than she could count, buthe had never yell at her, never laid his hand on her. She had seenhis emotions through his eyes, but he had never acted on it,releasing everything during his training with the other Illyrians.
And when it had become clear for her that nothing would change, thatno matter what she would do, Cassian wouldn’t react on her, she hadstopped. She had spent months just ignoring him, reading books andlearning about Prythian, its history, how the courts had been workingtogether. Reading had helped her a lot, especially when her addictionhad started to become complicated to bear with.
He had been there for her when her hands had trembled, when hertemper had risen. After that, living in the same house hadn’t beenso problematic, and lately, things had settle down. Nesta was stillsilent most of the time, but the tension between her and Cassian haddisappear. Well, it hadn’t disappear, it had turned into something…different.
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I did a drawing-request in Twitter and someone requested Cassian, so here he is!
It’s just a sketch, but you KNOW I had to render that beautiful face hahaha
Ps: I should have drawn him naked anyways, since there are no “female presenting nipples” that Tumblr can censor, right? 👀 💅🏼
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INSTAGRAM AU>> W.I.T.CH
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Quote of the Day
“That’s how you survive the trauma, not by knowing it will be alright, but by having no other choice, I don’t have the luxury of breaking down right now”
- Hay Lin from W.I.T.C.H.
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Modern Childhood: W.I.T.C.H
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Some words to use when writing things:
- winking
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- fluttering
- contracting
- twitching
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- quivering
- pulsating
- throbbing
- beating
- thumping
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- humming
- palpitate
- vibrate
- grinding
- crushing
- hammering
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- driving
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- force
- injecting
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- dilate
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- expanding
- bouncing
- reaming
- elongate
- enlarge
- unfolding
- yielding
- sternly
- firmly
- tightly
- harshly
- thoroughly
- consistently
- precision
- accuracy
- carefully
- demanding
- strictly
- restriction
- meticulously
- scrupulously
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- rim
- edge
- lip
- circle
- band
- encircling
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- surrounding
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- curl
- lock
- twist
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- whorl
- dip
- wet
- soak
- madly
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- noisily
- rowdily
- rambunctiously
- decadent
- degenerate
- immoral
- indulgent
- accept
- take
- invite
- nook
- indentation
- niche
- depression
- indent
- depress
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- tossing
- writhing
- flailing
- squirming
- rolling
- wriggling
- wiggling
- thrashing
- struggling
- grappling
- striving
- straining
littlestsecret
Appetite - craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse - agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault - attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful - admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal - atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal - animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous - alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark - atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy - delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic - delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic - amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp - catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger - appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry - avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense - forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid - damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving - (exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need - compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain - ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful - aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted - aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile Pleasurable - charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure - bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven Rapacious- avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture - bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid - adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden - abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust - (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch - (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked - abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe - agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
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//MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - HERE IS THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM OF FINDING THAT RIGHT WORD!!!!!
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I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll reblog it again
slytherinmind
And again, it’s a solid set of useful vocabulary for both native speakers and the ones learning English! I love it.
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Starfall 💜 Hoping love is being celebrated wherever you are, today and always.
Wow!!!!