#creation of the universe

[vibingandthrivingouthere]

my professor is talking about the start of the universe and how elements were formed, but i'm just staring at the pretty pictures and thinking about crowley as an angel creating the universe

[marsmischief]

Sorry but we NEED to talk about Crowley literally creating the universe

[deathsletters]

This is genuinely my favourite scene

[art21century]

From the series "Creation of the Universe" Writer Ganova Ludmila, Poet Ket Gun, Artist Tsurikov Ilya Modern Art Digital Paintings

Novel-Audiobook "Russian Monarchy" 2010 of writer Ganova Ludmila about restoration of legitimate political power in Russia - Royal Romanov's Monarchy. Read audiobook daughter of writer Poet Ket Gun - Tsurikova Ekaterina Download book "Russian Monarchy" in mp3, pdf, txt - free. Literature of 21st century

[catmask]

if you ask me. being a good storyteller and love are inherently entwined. you cannot tell a good story without loving the people in it and loving those you tell it to. because to tell a good story is to understand it and its impact. to love is to understand how something moves through others and how to deliver it the way it would be best received. and how to breath life into something that did not exist before. storytelling is an act of creation sure but i do believe in all creation, there is love too. that there must be

[thechekhov]

👌Content™

[yeonjune]

Beautiful Beomgyu on the set of "Deja Vu"

[wandoffire]

[mr-tentacles]

“He created us in his image”

Thank you X.

[elenjaxx]

Freedom (1) Libertad

Chapter 1: The First Day

It happened. Well, it happened the worst it could happen, of course. I'd finally reached my destination… way sooner than I should.

 Picture this: I had to deal with the most complicated of the missions out there… finding the most powerful being on the planet and asking for their help. It was Ekzros, The Enemy, President of Hell, Owner of darkness and any other unimaginable terror. In which sane mind does it occur the awful idea of asking for Their help? Indeed, I needed them in their best shape: powerful and free. But my timing was so wrong.

 They was no more than a kid when I met them. They was mischievous, but happy. They run everywhere, wishing, one day, to actually run and fly. All in all, they had every kid's dream.

But they was not an ordinary kid.

They was so special, right? That's what every citizen said. They talked about that kid's abilities in the shadows, even the walls mumbled about their power and the corners shared some crucial information: nobody could ever imprison that kid.

Though, just like any other special kid, nobody believed they was, not even that kid themself. At least, not like their creator expected. Maybe that was their biggest problem, am I right? Expectations. Oh… that could kill any kid, don't you think? Even though it could be so beautiful… you know, expecting big things from someone. See the promise in their eyes. However, too many expectations become too heavy too soon.

I had reached the Palace's Garden when the kid was just… a kid. How awful. Being small, innocent. Having such a wild, free imagination. At that age, you still listen to your parents. They know everything, that is why they are parents.

The other kids of The Garden played to be heroes. Some sticks became powerful swords under the spell of their eyes. That rock? Careful! That's a deathly cliff… Every kid screamed nonsense and laughed non-stop. That was Lux's power. 

Back then, Lux had some funny little red curls, and blue eyes full of love and wonders. They had bruised his knees, but it was no bother. Mischievous kids are not bothered by such issues. Those were memories on their skins about the best of times.

“I hereby free you Maikhán, son of war, of all mum's rebukes!” Lux laughed. His brother was kneeling before him, smiling broadly. Both shared the same eye-color, but not the same hair. Whereas Lux couldn't control those curls, Maikhan's golden waves  were meticulously combed and gathered by a laurel headband, so his hair wouldn't crash into their play.

“That means I don't have training exercises for today?” Maikhán joked. He was so little…, yet Mother had big expectations upon him. She said, one day, he would be History' biggest warrior.

But, at that time, there wasn't even a story to tell.

“Well, no if you don't want to.” Lux crossed his arms and sighted, whereas one of his curls wandered around his sweaty forehead. “You shouldn't beat yourself up for what mum expects from you.”

 “What about you?” he raised an eyebrow: it was a daring contest. None of them dared to disobey mum. There was no need. Mother's plan was way bigger than all the siblings together.

Lux had no time to answer. Mother had arrived to check how the kids were, and they had to behave. She was Gaia, the first and only woman. The most important above all.

 Or so she thought, that egocentric entity.

Gaia came and all of her children hugged her. At the beginning, Gaia was good. Oh, she was so good, and for a very long time, indeed. Gaia kissed dead sand and colorful flowers sprouted at her feet. She sometimes cried, but crying is okay. With her tears, rivers broke hard rocks and started to run free. Gaia also laughed. She laughed everyday but, if you wanted to laugh with her, you had to pay attention. Gaia's laughter was hidden in birdsongs, although you could also hear her when wind made oat's fields dance, or provoked goosebumps in the leaves. From where I came, nobody stopped and listened to Gaia's laughter. And that was our doom.

“Mum, can I ask you something?” said Lux, holding Gaia's hand.

  “Of course, my love. What is troubling you?” she warmly smiled, and from her red cheeks, two new stars were born to illuminate the sky. That was Gaia's curse. She was always creating. The poor entity didn't know that every thing she gave life to, one day, must die. 

 “It's about your plan, mum. I want to be part of it. I want to help you, but…” they played with his feet. “I think I am too young to go where you are going” mumbled

 “Too young? My little darling, everything has just been born. It's not that you are young. That thing running through your bloodstream is the first impatience of all History. You have to go with the flow, and now it's not the time. Now it's time to play, since you are still a kid. It's not fair for you to grow up so fast, my little firefly.”

 “And when will my moment come?”

 “When you learn how to fly, ”she said, and her voice absorbed so many mysteries that no one of her urchins could never recover.

“Would that ever be possible? Could I fly like the birds?”

“Not like the birds. Like butterflies”

 “What does that mean?”

 Gaia sighed, it was the first gale ever.

 “It means that you must wait, my dear firefly.”

 “I don't like waiting,”  they crossed his arms.

 “I know. That is what scares me the most.”

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Capítulo 1: El Primer Día

Pasó lo peor que podía pasar. Había llegado, sí. Había llegado demasiado… pronto. 

Imaginad. A mí me tocó la peor de las misiones: pedir ayuda al ser más poderoso del universo: Ekzros, el Enemigo, el rey del Infierno, de la oscuridad, de todos los horrores imaginables. ¿A quién se le ocurre pedir ayuda a semejante bestia? Lo necesitaba en el esplendor de todo su poder, necesitaba toda su fuerza… pero me equivoqué en el tiempo.

Él no era más que un niño cuando lo conocí. Un niño travieso, pero alegre. Correteaba de aquí para allá, deseando, algún día, ser capaz de volar. Vamos, el sueño de cualquier niño.

Solo que él no era un niño cualquiera. 

Él era especial, ¿verdad? Todos en la ciudad lo decían. Hablaban de sus capacidades a escondidas, incluso las paredes murmuraban sobre su poder y, en las esquinas, intercambiaban una información vital: a ese niño no lo podían encerrar.

Claro que, como todos los niños especiales, nadie creía que lo fuera. Ni siquiera él. Al menos, no como lo describía su creadora. Quizá ese era el mayor de sus problemas: las expectativas. Oh, las expectativas… Matan a cualquier niño, ¿verdad? Y mira que es bonito… eso de esperar grandes hazañas de alguien. De ver la promesa en sus ojos. Sin embargo, demasiadas expectativas pesan. Pesan mucho. Pesan demasiado. 

Había llegado a los jardines de palacio cuando el niño todavía era un crío. Qué horror. Ser pequeño, ser inocente. Tener una imaginación desbordante incapaz de controlar. A esa edad, todavía hacías caso a tus papás. Tus papás lo saben todo. Que para algo son tus papás.

Los demás niños jugaban en el jardín a ser grandes héroes. Unos palos se convertían en espadas bajo el poder del brillo de sus ojos. ¿Aquella roca? Un precipicio mortal. Todos los niños gritaban sandeces y se reían sin parar. Ese era el poder de Lux. 

Lux, por aquel entonces, tenía unos graciosísimos rizos pelirrojos, y sus ojos azules estaban llenos de ilusión. Se había raspado las rodillas, pero no importaba. A los niños traviesos no les importa. Son marcas de haberlo pasado muy bien. 

—¡Por la presente yo te libero, Maikhán, hijo de la guerra, de todo castigo de mamá! —Se reía Lux, que tenía a su hermano arrodillado frente a él, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja. Compartía el color de sus ojos, pero no de su pelo. Mientras que Lux era incapaz de controlar esos rizos, los bucles dorados de Maikhán estaban cuidadosamente peinados y recogidos con una diadema de laureles, para que no le molestara el pelo mientras jugaba.

—¿Eso significa que no tengo que ir a entrenar hoy? —Se burló Maikhán. Era muy pequeño, pero mamá solía exigirle más a él. Decía que, algún día, sería el mejor guerrero de la historia. 

Pero, por aquel entonces, ni siquiera tenían una historia que contar.

—Pues si no quieres, no. —Lux se cruzó de brazos, y bufó resentido, al tiempo que uno de sus rizos volaba de un lado para otro en su frente sudada. —Tampoco tienes que machacarte por lo que espere mamá de ti.

—¿Y tú? —Maikhán alzó una ceja, retándolo. Ninguno de los dos se atrevía a desobedecer a mamá. Ni falta que hacía. El plan de mamá era mucho más grande que todos sus hermanos juntos. 

A Lux no le dio tiempo a responder. Mamá había venido a ver qué tal estaba todo, y los niños tenían que comportarse. Ella era Gaia, la primera y verdadera mujer. La más importante.

Pf, o eso creía, la muy egocéntrica.

Gaia llegó y todos sus hijos se acercaron a abrazarla. Al principio, Gaia era buena. Muy buena. Y lo fue, durante muchísimo tiempo. Gaia besaba la tierra árida y de esta crecían flores de todos los colores. Gaia a veces lloraba, haciendo que los ríos rompieran las rocas y brotaran salvajes, a toda velocidad. Gaia también se reía. Se reía mucho pero, para dejarte contagiar por su risa, tendrías que estar muy atento. La risa de Gaia rebotaba en el piar de los pájaros, aunque también la podías escuchar cuando el viento hacía bailar los campos de avena, o daba escalofríos a las hojas de los árboles. De donde yo vengo, nadie se paraba a escuchar la risa de Gaia. Y ese fue nuestro mayor error.

—Mamá, ¿te puedo preguntar una cosa? —decía Lux, agarrado a la mano de Gaia. 

—Claro, cariño. ¿Qué te inquieta? —Sonrió con ternura, y de sus mejillas coloreadas nacieron dos nuevas estrellas para el firmamento. Esa era la maldición de Gaia. Siempre está creando. La pobre no sabía que, todo lo que creaba, algún día, tenía que morir. 

—Es tu plan, mamá. Me gustaría ser parte de él. Quiero ayudarte pero… —El niño jugó con sus pies, mirando al suelo. —Creo que soy demasiado pequeño para ir a donde tú vas —murmuró.

—¿Demasiado pequeño? Mi niño, todo acaba de nacer. No es que seas pequeño, es que corre por tus venas la primera impaciencia de la historia. Tienes que dejarte llevar, aún no es el momento. Ahora es momento de jugar, que para eso eres un niño. No es justo que madures tan pronto, mi pequeña luciérnaga.

—¿Y cuándo será mi momento?

—Cuando aprendas a volar —dijo, y su voz se llenó de enigmas que ninguno de sus hijos sabía descifrar.

—¿Eso será posible? ¿Podré volar como los pájaros?

—Como los pájaros, no. Volarás como las mariposas.

—¿Y eso qué significa?

Gaia suspiró, creando el primer vendaval. 

—Que debes esperar, mi pequeña luciérnaga.

—No me gusta esperar. —Lux se cruzó de brazos.

—Lo sé. Y eso es lo que me asusta.

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.

[crowleave]

ok so the thing is, the kiss really was the best way crowley knew to convey his feelings to aziraphale because nina and maggie were right, they do talk but they never say what they mean.

but that doesn’t mean they don’t understand each other, at least to a certain extent.

and crowley knows aziraphale

he knows that he loves books and plays and the stories made by humanity. he watches his angel learn magic the human way and finds out he learned french the human way and knows better than anyone how much he loves human food. he throws a ball to get nina and maggie together because that’s what the humans in jane austen novels would do.

crowley knows that aziraphale romanticizes humanity, loves the drama and the stories and every little thing that makes humans human.

and what could be more human than a desperate kiss asking someone to stay

[void-and-virtue]

Lying on the floor in a puddle of my tears and staring blankly at the ceiling as I once again think about all the fucked up, multi-dimensional ways that Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk and Han Sooyoung encompass the god vs creation and deity vs worshipper dynamics

[clarkgriffon]

REVISITING PRIDE & PREJUDICE: PART TWO ↠ The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (2012-2013)

[risingoftime]

INTRUDER 🕷 HOBIE BROWN

a/n: my inbox for requests is now closed! I have quite a bit that I need to catch up on. if you already sent one in, don’t worry I’ll be working on it! ₊˚⊹ 18+

During exam season, you have had one of the most stressful times of the year. Hobie was supposed to come over to celebrate completing your last exam, yet you haven’t heard from him since noon. Hobie had always been a shite texter. It was now closer to midnight, and although this wasn’t surprising, you still worried if he was okay. Music blasted throughout your bathroom, drowning out your thoughts as you entered your bedroom to change. Without looking, you collided with a body, causing your towel to drop to the floor. 

Hobie stared at your naked body in complete awe. He innocently went into your bedroom to surprise you with food but walked in on you exiting the bathroom instead. Hobie wasn't sure if he should avert his eyes or simply run out of the flat. Your facial expression mirrored his complete and utter shock. It took everything in Hobie not to let his eyes wander over your perky breasts and supple skin. 

“Hobie, look away, damn it!” You shrieked. Your face felt hot with embarrassment from watching his eyes grow with lust. Hobie looked up to the ceiling as you rushed to grab a robe. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! Just forget I’ve seen you naked before,” he declared. But, the image was now implanted into his brain. The way your skin glowed from your favourite lotion, the sweet scent radiated off of you. The smell itself enticed Hobie, making him needy for more. He felt his dick harden at the thought of you being naked in the same room as him. Very aware that the tent in his pants was prominent enough to be noticed by you. Fuck it. Hobie turned to watch you as you slid on the black silk robe. In such a rush, you didn’t bother to put anything on underneath. He tried his hardest not to think about how easy it would be for the robe to slip off.

“You could’ve called!” 

“Could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” Hobie smirked. If he had called you earlier, Hobie wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the beautiful body you hid underneath your usual attire. Sweatpants and an oversized tee, in his opinion, that’s when Hobie found you the prettiest. Although it wasn’t his intention, the sight of your nude body topped everything. 

Better than he had imagined in the late nights when he had felt alone. Hobie knew harbouring such feelings for his best friend wasn't right. Yet it wasn’t like he could control it… or at least that’s what he had told himself. Clearing your throat brought him to reality, and Hobie realized he was staring. 

“This is not a free show,” you stated. Although your voice appeared confident, your body language told another story. Hobie analyzed your inability to keep eye contact and the conscious placement of your arms across your chest to hide your erect nipples. He placed the pizza box on your desk, “Does food count as payment?”  Hobie joked in an attempt to break the ice. He always knew how to make light of any situation, especially one like this. 

“It depends. Did you order pineapple on it?” 

“Yeah, only half. I know how picky you can be.” He noticed your wandering gaze from the pizza box to himself. Hobie wasn’t gullible. He noted how your eyes paused on the growing tent in his pants. A mixture of curiosity and lust swirled in your expression. The tension in the air was palatable; you could practically taste it. You wondered how it would feel to take Hobie into your mouth and taste his cum. Hobie licked his pierced lips, sharing the same sentiment. You cleared your throat and lightly shook your head, failing to shake off the lewd thoughts that littered your mind. “That’s good 'cause I’m starving!” Your voice came out a pitch too high and louder than anticipated. 

Hobie watched as you walked towards the desk, towards him. When your body brushed the front of Hobie’s pants, his hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place. The thrum of your heartbeat overtook your senses, and all your mind could focus on was Hobie’s touch. The simple stroke of his fingertips toying with the loosely tied silk ribbon around your waist made it too easy to become enraptured. Hobie could hear your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Admiring" was all Hobie said. 

You turned to face him with raised eyebrows, baiting him to continue. Hobie looked down at you and kept his hand firmly on your waist, bunching the fabric of your robe to one side. More of your skin is exposed for him to see. “Hey!” you exclaimed. 

“S’wrong? I’ll show mine if you show yours,” Hobie was needy and desperate to see your naked body, thrilled to take any chance to have you to himself. “Sit down on the chair,” you instructed softly, growing tired of him always making you flustered. The sudden change of attitude took Hobie aback, but didn’t object. In a swift motion, you removed your robe and climbed on top of your bed to face him, bare and vulnerable. 

“I want you to watch.”

“Just watch?” He sighed. 

You simply nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice to come out. This was a first for both of you, and you didn’t want to lose momentum. With open legs, use one hand to slowly glide your fingers down your lower stomach until they graze your clit. Your eyes remained on Hobie as he shifted in his seat, trying to ignore his aching desire. You rolled your hips against your hand, eliciting a low moan from your mouth, playing with the wet slickness that spilled in between your folds. “Such a pretty pussy,” Hobie groaned. The sight of you touching yourself made him feel hot and heavy. Hobie’s dick throbbed against his jeans, practically begging to be handled—a sweet punishment for walking in on you. He dutifully watched as you worked up your nerves, edging to climax. Observing your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy as your breathy moans echoed throughout the bedroom. The sound of your orgasm erased everything. Hobie couldn’t think of anything else, but he had wanted to illicit such a reaction. 

“Please,” Hobie whimpered. 

“Please, what? Use your words.” The shift in power dynamics ignited a fire within you. You didn’t know that Hobie could be submissive and utterly vulnerable, a side of him you had not seen before. “Please… let me fuck you” Hobie’s voice was barely above a whisper; it was unfamiliar territory for him to plead. Hobie might like to be in control, ahead of everyone except you. He relinquishes all restraint. A thin line he rarely crosses. Narrowing your eyes on Hobie, you don’t dare break eye contact as his dark gaze tracks your every move towards him. “Not yet,” you command. 

Getting down on your knees, you separate Hobie’s legs and settle yourself in between them. Your hands graze his thighs, slowly moving upwards and closer to his crotch. Unbuckling his studded belt, you tease him by stroking his cock through his boxers, lightly gripping around his thick girth. You can feel his dick jerk under your fingers as Hobie tries to hold back his sensitive nerves from making him finish in his pants. The mere sight of you bent down in front of him with his dick in your hand was doing him wonders. Your curls were expertly slicked back into a bun so he could see your dark brown eyes as your tongue swirled around his tip. Licking off the pre cum that coated Hobie’s skin before taking the head of his dick in your mouth.

“Agh fuck baby,” Hobie groaned. You took all of him in as he moaned loudly and convulsed in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You pull back up and wrap your hands around the base of his length, groping Hobie before swallowing him again. Your head bobbed as Hobie thrust into your mouth, unable to hold back. He was practically spilling onto your tongue. Hobie’s hands gripped the chair handles while keeping eye contact with heavy-lidded eyes. Dangerously close. “God-“ Hobie couldn’t hear anything else above you sloppily slurping his dick.  His whines did nothing but encourage you to suck harder. Your pussy pulsed around empty space, desperate to feel him.

Yet you remained patient, craving for Hobie to melt on your tongue. “I’m gonna- babe, I’m gonna come,” Hobie rasped. His hand-drawn to support the back of your neck as he continued to fuck your mouth. Hobie’s skin was smooth and soft compared to the rest of him. The hardness of his desire twitched before releasing streams of cum down your throat. Hobie let out a broken gasp as he continued to look down on you, watching with parted lips in the form of an “o.” Hobie’s eyes alluded to one thing: pure lust. His gaze ignited a fire inside you that you didn’t even know was lit. He lowered his head to brush his lips against yours before deepening the kiss. Hobie only paused to lift you off your knees and onto his lap to straddle his waist. His warm member is still slick with your spit as your folds glide along his length. 

You could hear Hobie’s staggered breath against your ear as he tried to hold onto the little composure he had left. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Hobie whispered. Your cheeks grew hot from his bluntness. Feeling shy from his words was ridiculous when your actions earlier were nothing but innocent. Hobie kissed you intensely as if he believed you would’ve vanished before him. His tongue was demanding yet soft against yours, tasting himself with visor. Hobie’s hands gripped your ass while he moved his hips up to meet your core. He moaned into your mouth from feeling your wet pussy on his dick. The feeling of his cock becoming hard sent shivers throughout your body.

“I’m tired of waiting; I need you inside me.” It hadn’t mattered how close you were to each other. Your bodies still leaned in for more. Never enough. Your heart beats fast against your chest, loud enough that you are sure Hobie could hear it with anticipation of him aligning himself to slide inside you. You watch his abs flex beautifully underneath you.  He had wanted this, and God knows how bad he craved to feel your tight pussy wrap around him. Hobie’s body had gone still once you took in his full length, a stillness that only he could evoke. Taking it all in, silently admiring and immortalizing the outline of your curves as you sat on top of him. 

“Fuck, you’re so, ah-” Hobie was at a loss for words once you began to grind yourself up and down. His eyes rolled back, blissed out. No one has seen this vulnerable side of him but only you. Hobie cursed under his breath, holding you in place to feel the depth of each stroke. Both of you are in perfect sync. You thought him everywhere as he positioned himself to thrust into you vigorously from below. Slower and harder. Your walls clenched as your core tightened. “Say my name when you cum” Hobie rasped. Every tingling sensation sent you screaming and pleading for more of him. More of anything that he would provide, you would selfishly take it. Concentrating with one of his hands on your waist and the other groping your breasts was hard. As ecstasy rippled through, your fingers dug into his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Hobie!” You moaned. The sound of your wet pussy and Hobie’s whimpers filled the room. His hips stuttered, but his movements didn’t subside while he continued to push you further. Hobie bit his lip at seeing you undone on his dick. He wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. His eyebrows drew together in deep focus. He was holding back. “Let it out. Come inside me.” Hobie’s eyes met yours before his lips came over yours again, fierce and thorough. Pushing forward towards his own pleasure, beyond his own control. The sound that escaped his mouth could only be described as lewd. Hobie buried himself inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. The warmth of him dripped inside as you rode out the final waves like an aftershock. It never mattered how many times you fucked. You always craved him even more than the last time. To hear him sigh your name like a dying prayer.

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[dwyur]