Tsalyani - Hello!

You just moved into a new neighbourhood and hadn’t had time to introduce yourself to all of the neighbours.

Hal watched you closely through the window, he was instantly drawn to you and knew you had to be his…

AHH! You know I adore Hal.

A Sure Thing

Pairing: Hal Carter x Female Reader Summary: Hal welcomes you to the neighborhood. Word Count: Over 770 Warnings: Implied sexual content, insta love (is that a warning?), Hal Carter (he is a warning) A/N: Thanks for the thot, my hoe partner! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies and divider by the brilliant @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Looking out the window, Hal found himself staring at your place. Again. You moved into the neighborhood not too long ago and were still getting settled. It was strange, but he felt like you belonged with him the moment he saw you. It was your smile that caught his eye. And he knew you were the kind of woman a man dreamt about being with.

Hal didn’t have many things to call his own. He worked hard to build his home from practically nothing and he would always be proud of what he accomplished on his own. Still, he wished he had someone to share it with. The music that filled his place often made him feel alone, but no one around town knew that. They had their own issues to deal with and he didn’t need to complain about being a bit lonely.

You walked out the front door, his eyes following your every movement as you went to the mailbox. You hadn’t had a chance to introduce yourself and he wondered why he hadn’t done so himself. Glancing up from the mail in your hand, you made eye contact with him. He didn’t close the curtain or hide. He kept his gaze steadfast on you.

You raised your hand in a small wave, smiling that same smile that drew him in. Hal wasn’t a coward. If life taught him anything, it was to go after what he wanted. Pushing himself away from the window sill, it was now or never.

He was surprised to see you walk toward his place as he opened the front door, his throat dry the closer you got to him. You were even more beautiful up close. It took everything in him not to take you right there in the grass. He couldn’t behave like an animal, especially when he hadn’t introduced himself.

“Hi. I think I got a piece of your mail,” you smiled, holding up an envelope. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself.”

“I was actually coming over to say hi myself,” he gave you his most charming smile, holding out his hand. “Hal Carter.”

You told him your name as you gave him the envelope, feeling a spark as your fingertips touched. A shiver of anticipation rolled down his spine as he looked straight into your eyes, holding your gaze as he took a step closer. There was something between the two of you. He knew you felt it, too.

“You wanna come in for a drink?”

Hal’s mouth descended on yours once the front door was shut, swallowing down your small yelp as he pushed you against it. He kissed you deeper, your lips parting for him as he pressed his hard body against yours. He wanted you to feel exactly what you did to him. The taste of you on his tongue produced a craving he didn’t know he was missing. He knew once he dove between your legs and tasted your sweet wetness that he’d be addicted.

Your ragged breathing made him smirk as he pulled his head back, taking in your dazed expression. “If that’s what my kisses do to you,” he began, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over your lips. “I can’t wait to see how blissed out you’ll look on my cock.”

You blinked, your eyes still glazed as you gave him a smirk of your own. “You say that like it’s a sure thing, Hal Carter.”

“What can I say? I know a sure thing when I see it, baby.”

The soft laugh you let out before you sucked his thumb into your mouth made him impossibly harder. He groaned as you moved your tongue around, your expression somehow innocent as he watched you. Your look called for him to both ruin and take care of you.

“What makes you think I’m a sure thing?” you asked as his thumb slid out of your mouth. “Maybe you welcome everyone to the neighborhood this way.”

He chuckled, unable to resist gripping your chin and stealing another kiss. He detected a hint of strawberry on your delicious lips, making him lick his own. “Just a feeling. And no one else has gotten this kind of welcome,” he promised. He wasn’t that kind of man.

You brought your hand to his cheek, relief in your eyes. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

“So you don’t mind showing me the rest of your place before we have that drink?”

Hal smirked when he picked you up in his arms. “I’ll show you the bedroom first. Best room in the house.”

The authorities of the Islamic Republic of Iran have started to arrest prominent public figures. Not just journalists and activists, but also actresses, singers, athletes who supported the protests via their social media are now in danger of arrest.

The regime is desperate.

They are aware that their already declining economy is hit and made even worse due to the long daily internet shutdowns. Imagine you're unable to write emails at work or access your webshop. The Iranian government can't keep shutting down the web forever.

But the moment they reboot internet access the people in Iran will connect for more action and people outside of Iran will see what's happening.

Meanwhile, protests, strikes and civil disobedience are still taking place all over the Iran.

This was so adorable

You can find me in a puddle at @stargazingfangirl18 feet

Full Disclosure

Characters: Jake Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1,807 Summary: You were just minding your own business, silently crushing on your BFF when he dropped a bomb on you. Warnings: Some explicit language.

A/N: Okay I’m giddy AF to participate in week 2 of the #CaptainsWeeklyChallenge! Thanks for hosting this, @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ @donutloverxo​ @captain-a-rogerss​ ::hugs:: I’m also gonna tag @jtargaryen18​ for her #30DaysofChris2020 challenge, since I don’t think you have much Jensen there?? Okay, so I went with this prompt:

Person A: “Compliment me.” Person B: “You have eyes.” Person A: “Great.”

“Oh my god, it’s like brand new,” you grinned, lovingly sliding your fingers over the worn keys of your laptop. “You really are a computer wizard, dude.”

From beside you on the sofa, your best friend Jake Jensen nudged you with his arm, looking smug. “I know.”

You laughed, closing the laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “Thanks for fixing it for me, seriously. I don’t have the money for a new one quite yet.”

Jake rolled his head toward you, looking perfectly relaxed as he lounged in your home like it was his home too. “I could build you a new one. Customize it, whatever you want.”

You made a face, turning to lean back on the sofa arm. You nudged your bare toes against his side, giggling as he jolted and gave you a half-hearted glare. “You have more important things to do than build me a Frankenstein laptop.”

Jake’s lips curled into an amused smile. “I could put bolts on it and everything.”

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Just sending you some love, Dibs 😘

Also, imagine being seated between those thighs on a nice summer day *swoon* 🥰

How did I miss this ask? 😳 I love ya Carly 💞

But yes, sitting between his legs would be absolutely divine. Drabble time!

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You were a scorned woman, set to marry the Prince. You were bred to rule beside a man, raised for the Crown. Hands unmarked of any labour, dress ironed and laying perfect over your figure and your virtue intact; you were the vision of a proper lady who would one day be a Queen.

The winds of scandal were sudden and took your life by a storm, ravaging your reputation and life in one fell swoop, and you were ruined. The woman who would have lived in a castle became a name whispered with suspicion, pity and scorn.

Sherlock did his best to save the last shreds of your dignity, proving your innocence and worth to the society. But a fallen woman is not easily raised, and your dreams of being a Queen were dashed away.

You didn't know what to do with your life then, having no further need of royal etiquette lessons. You found yourself leaning on the one man who had promised to salvage your image. He was witty, sharing the details of his cases that took your mind away from your future that seemed shrouded in fog.

Carriage rides, walks in the park, you didn't know when it happened when you stopped thinking before taking his hand and resting your head on his chest. His strong arms seemed to be the only thing holding you together.

You figured that he looked like a Prince too, with his curls fluttering in the summer breeze as he watched you approach him under the tree. His pipe was smoking and you felt jealous of it for it felt those sinful lips over it way more than you did.

"What are you thinking?" He asked you, offering you a hand and bringing you down to sit between his thighs. Strong muscle surrounded you, and his eyes pierced you like sunlight through rolling clouds.

"Don't you already know, Mr Holmes? They say you know everything." You whisper, bringing his pipe to your mouth and blowing smoke on his face. He smirks, holding you close and nuzzling your neck.

"Your mind? Yes. Teach me to read your heart." He said.

You shifted to look at him, your beacon of light that parted the clouds that surrounded you. His lap felt a way more worthy throne than the one in palace would have.

"For you, my heart is but a mirror. You'll only ever see yourself there."

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My Favorite Kind Of Night Series - COMPLETED.

Camboy!Bucky Barnes x CEO!Reader

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

My Favorite Kind Of Night: COMPLETED.

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5 

Part 6 

Oops, I never uploaded this one to Tumblr (which I only realized when someone else did, but then was kind enough to tag me, thank you)!

This is the comic that kickstarted my obsession with telling stories with as few panels as I could (usually 10-11 haha), so it’s got a soft spot in my heart. 

Wtf, this is disgusting and completely unnecessary. Let the animals be, can’t we learn that hunting for sports is not something that is okay PRINCIPALLY when with animals that need to be protected?

Hundreds of lynx to be hunted in Sweden following biggest ever wolf cull

Conservationists condemn latest cull as ‘trophy hunting’, while hunters admit it is ‘about the excitement’

Sweden has issued licences to hunters to kill a total of 201 lynx, weeks after dozens of wolves were killed in the country’s biggest wolf cull in modern times.

The number of licences to kill lynx throughout March, issued by Sweden’s country administrations, is more than double the number in recent years.

The planned cull is out of all proportion to any danger to livestock or people, say wildlife conservationists and activists, who are asking the EU to take action against Sweden for breaching environmental law.

“This is a trophy hunt, just like going to Africa to hunt lions,” said Magnus Orrebrant, the head of Svenska Rovdjursföreningen, an animal rights advocacy group that has started a petition calling for the trophy hunting of lynx to be stopped. “Hundreds of foreign hunters come to Sweden for lynx hunting because they think it is exciting.”

Conservationists warned last month that the lynx population in Europe could collapse unless immediate efforts are made to protect the animals. Tests on the remaining cats in France show that their genetic diversity is so low they will become locally extinct within the next 30 years without intervention.

There are around 1,450 lynx spread across Sweden, about 300 fewer than 10 years ago. Naturvårdsverket, the Swedish environmental protection agency, argues that the country needs only 870 animals to maintain a healthy population.

The Swedish hunters’ association, Svenska Jägareförbundet, admits the lynx do not pose a danger to humans. Henrik Falk, an adviser to the association, told the Guardian: “The hunt is absolutely not linked to any danger to humans. Neither is wolf hunting – there are no documented cases of wolves attacking humans in Swedish modern times.

“The lynx hunt is more about the excitement, and for some hunters, of course, the skin is the motivation.”

Lynx, like most other game animals in Sweden, are hunted using dogs. The EU Habitats Directive specifies that hunting may be allowed either to prevent damage to livestock or in the interests of public safety.

It is “strongly questionable” that either of these conditions applies to lynx in Sweden, said Benny Gäfwert, a predator expert at the World Wide Fund for Nature (WWF). “We do not think the hunters can invoke these exceptions, and we have notified the EU Commission,” Gäfwert said.

“That hunting occurs, we do not, in itself, have a problem with, but the extent to which it occurs in relation to the low damage caused by the lynx is unwarranted.”

The WWF is also challenging Sweden’s explanation for its ongoing wolf cull, Gäfwert said.

Historically, lynx have ranged across Eurasia but have come under intense pressure in many countries from habitat loss, inbreeding, poaching and traffic collisions. In Britain, calls to reintroduce lynx to the wild were rejected last month by the environment minister, Thérèse Coffey.

Conservationists point to the role of lynx in controlling Sweden’s large population of deer, moose and boar.

The lynx hunt in Sweden is taking place during the mating season when their fur is thickest, making it particularly attractive to hunters, said Marie Stegard Lind of anti-hunting group Jaktkritikerna. “This is completely unnecessary – a pure trophy hunt,” she said.

Not a US citizen, but here a crazy thought:

Why don't you vote on the person you want to?

Please don’t vote third party or write in Bernie Sanders at the presidential election. All that does is split the vote and ensures another 4 years of Trump. Vote Democrat and get Trump out of office in November

really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—