CrAZychicke

danistiel:

 we are not parts of those
   people, scraps glued together
         waiting for a chance
    to come to life
 
(One day I'll touch the warm flesh of your throat, and hear a faint crackle of paper

or you, who think that you can read my mind from the inside out, will taste the black ink on my tongue, and find the fine print written just beneath my skin.)

On the Streets, Love -Margaret Atwood
Destiel Graphics Challenge
    Danistiel vs. jaemelannister
Prompt:  Faith

okdisney:

Underappreciated Characters | Vincenzo ‘Vinny’ Santorini 

"My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby’s breath, you name it. One day, I’m making about three dozen corsages for this prom, you know, the one they put on the wrist, and everybody, they come. "Where is it?", "When is it?", "Does it match my dress?" It’s a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what. BOOM! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window. It was like a sign from God. I found myself that boom. "


I live by the beach and this little guy just popped by for a visit

I live by the beach and this little guy just popped by for a visit

city lights

spanieleyes:

The owner of the black camaro stepped out of the diner just as Stiles reached out a reverent hand to stroke the vehicle’s hood.

“That’s my car.”

Stiles pulled his fingers back, dragging them through his hair instead. “Sweet ride,” he said, cataloguing the sour expression, dark stubble and general air of menace just in case he ever needed to alert the cops, an event which was looking increasingly likely as the fellow’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “Where are you headed?”

Beacon Hills was never anyone’s destination. It was the sort of town people passed through all the time; the sort of place that was on the way to somewhere else. Travelers never stayed long – if they stopped at all – and that anonymity was exactly what Stiles needed.

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neodnut

Anne and Gilbert-First Time

upon you by the moonlight side

werewolf-tales:

A/N: Not exactly a request but I saw this on my dash and I liked loved it! Also, Hayley’s a hybrid.

{Prompt: Klaus teaches Hayley self defense}

"Klaus!" she yells into the night. "We’ve been at this for hours! I give up already!"

The Original doesn’t answer as Hayley comes to a stop in the clearing, grumbling towards the sky much to Klaus’ amusement. He only watches from his hiding place just down-wind from her.

"Seriously. This unfair and it’s getting real old, real fast."

His smirk grows, if possible.

"And I know you can hear me you obnoxious, thousand-year-old, hybrid asshole."

He shifts slightly when the she-wolf looks around, honing newly acquired senses as she probes for his presence but Klaus knows her frustrated last attempt is futile. And judging by the way she drops unceremoniously to the forrest floor, Hayley knows to. 

"Oh, come now, little wolf. It’s not like you to give up so easily," he says after a moment, flashing to another area the moment Hayley’s head snaps in his direction, brunette locks flying over her shoulders, skin illuminated in the patches of moonlight.

"You try playing to world’s hardest game of hide and seek," she grumbles the moment she realizes he’s vacated the spot.

"Must I remind you who insisted on this game of hide and seek?" He moves again as she scans the foliage to her right. "Because she wanted to learn to control her heightened emotions and senses from the best.”

She clearly asked the wrong brother because this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Hayley lets a frustrated growl fly from between her teeth when she realizes her arrival to the place Klaus’ voice had drifted from is seconds too late.

"But you didn’t want to be coddled, love."

"There’s a huge difference between coddling and baiting."

"Nevertheless, the fact still remains. If you’d wanted a happy-medium between my techniques and Elijah’s, Rebekah should have been your appointed tutor." She whirls, Klaus moves. "But we both know the real reason you came to me—the enhanced emotions, the senses, the strength. The combination of the wolf and the vampire. The power’s exhilarating but it’s something neither Elijah nor Rebekah understand.” He smirks at her dumbfound expression. “Isn’t that right, little wolf?”

"You are the most egotistical, self-centere-"

He chuckles. “Say whatever you like, love, but you know I’m right. You already know this so there was no point in being babied by my siblings. You aren’t a damsel, love.” He disappears and moves so he’s standing directly behind her, careful not to disturb so much as a blade of grass. “Stop acting like one,” he whispers against the shell of her ear, disappearing right as she’s turns at the feel of his hot breath on her neck.

Another frustrated growl slips past her lips as Klaus watches from the his new hiding spot, his patience growing thin. “I’ve given you a hint, Hayley. Drop your brattish attitude and use it,” he snaps from the shadows, fully prepared for her comeback.

Only it never leaves her full lips. 

Instead, Klaus watches as she closes her eyes and turns her nose to the wind, identifying his scent among the abundance of smells resting on the breeze.

With a smirk, he takes off once again, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest, knocking him to the pine needle-covered ground. “Clever girl,” he says, kicking Hayley’s feet out from underneath her and jumping up, the she-wolf following suit. She bares her teeth, fangs dropping and eyes glowing yellow as she circles him, ready to attack again. Klaus is faster though, he has her pinned to his chest before she can blink, one hand poised to snap her neck, the other pressed to her sternum. “However, always go for th-“

Hayley reaches up and snaps the wrist hovering by her neck. She twists his arm until a sickening pop echoes through the swamp and the pain shooting up into his shoulder forces Klaus to let go of her, popping his dislocated elbow back into place with a growl of his own. It turns into a grunt when the she-wolf delivers a swift kick to his gut, knocking him back onto the ground.

Before he can move, Hayley’s straddled his waist and shoved her hand into his chest cavity, fingers brushing against his heart.

"Go for the kill. I got it," she repeats, golden eyes shining, the moonlight highlighting the veins bubbling beneath them. She smirks as she leans down, brushes the sweat-damp hair off his forehead, and tantalizingly presses a kiss to his pulse point as she squeezes his heart and causes his breathing to hitch painfully, the Original releasing a pained groan. 

Mustering what strength he can, he pushes Hayley to the ground the moment she lets go of his heart. “Be that as it may, you could still be faster. Again.”

He’s gone before she can blink but he can’t help the swell of pride flourishing in his chest.

srafandseedpods:

OH MY GOD one of our tigers did this (and it isn’t stuck on his head; one of the keepers went in to see if he needed help and he undid this and redid it on his own a few times) but oh my god hE’S PRETENDING TO BE A LION IM GONNA DIE

crazychicke:

Klayley family christmas



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