#cuba in winter

[rentalcarcuba]

Winter is the perfect time to visit Cuba, offering warm temperatures, sunny skies, and a vibrant cultural scene. Escape the cold and soak up the Caribbean sun while exploring Havana’s historic streets, relaxing on Varadero’s pristine beaches, or hiking through Viñales’ lush landscapes. Winter also brings exciting festivals, from the lively Havana Jazz Festival to the colorful Parrandas de Remedios, a spectacular Christmas celebration. With pleasant weather, fewer crowds in early winter, and plenty of cultural events, Cuba in winter is an unforgettable experience filled with adventure, relaxation, and local charm.

[thererisesaredstar]

Fidel sledding (on a rug) during his 1964 visit to the USSR

[closetofcuriosities]

Comme des Garçons - Cuba Cigar Tee - AW02

[angelx1992]

[esmartworld]

Ripe Banana - Fun and Fresh

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Created By EsmArt!

[mygirlapril2]

Pre Christmas family day out

we took the kids out for the day before Christmas. We went to winter wonderland, had dinner in revolution da Cuba and went toy shopping. Ape was so brave on the rides and a really good girl. We had a great time on the roller coasters together, dont think she wanted to go on the last one again though! It was a bit fast!

[herpsandbirds]

Sandhill Cranes (Antigone canadensis), parent with chick, family Gruidae, order Gruiformes, Winter Garden, FL, USA

Crane chicks are sometimes referred to as “colts”.

Sandhill Cranes breed in the far north of North America, and overwinter in the southern US and northern Mexico.

There are small separate southerly breeding populations in Mississippi, Florida, and Cuba, as well.

photograph by Robin Ulery

[patchouii]

Some Hannibal & Will headcanons I have, just for fun:

. Hannibal has a sweet tooth. Usually he doesn’t allow himself to indulge in it, but every so often he’ll have a designated “cheat day” and make pastries and sweets. All of which somehow manage to utilize the versatility of his favorite secret ingredient, just for the wickedly ironic juxtaposition of it.

. Part of the reason Will likes fishing is because it’s an activity in a quiet, meditative environment that makes it easier for him to use his empathy to visualize the world around him as he wishes, sort of how he does with crime scenes. He started doing it while fishing with his dad, and he’d joke that Will would “go all glassy-eyed like the fish”.

. Will can use the excess of mirror neurons that give him his unique “empathy” abilities to mimic bird calls and even people’s voices really well, and he enjoys doing so. Sometimes he’ll say something stupid with Hannibal’s voice just to annoy him. Usually it’s something with a bad cannibal pun in it.

. Despite his criticisms of Will’s old aftershave, the reminder of their beginnings and how far they’ve come is too strong for Hannibal to resist. A bottle of it appears in the bathroom of wherever they’re staying for Will to use— it’s nostalgic, and it also lets him know where Will is if they’re separated in a crowd.

. Hannibal has an old scar where the back of his neck joins his shoulders. It has a faint chain-link pattern to it from abraded skin freezing to a metal chain and being pulled off thanks to the horrors of one fateful winter. Will never asks about flaying it off like he did with the Verger brand— he knows the answer.

. Will develops a phobia of deep water after the fall, his decision to take them over due to Dolarhyde’s camera still running for Jack to find and the adrenaline-and-euphoria l’appel du vide of the moment haunting him with nightmares. He refuses to let it rule him, swimming laps in their pool at night. Hannibal often joins him.

. Sometimes, instead of going right to sleep, reading, or having some fun before bed, they’ll lay on their backs side-by-side with their hands laced and delve into their minds together. Hannibal will close his eyes and enter his memory palace, Will often keeps his eyes open and unseeing and visualizes with his empathy.

. The actual first time Will kisses Hannibal is when he’s on Chiyoh’s boat on the Atlantic. He’s high on pain meds and roiling with emotion over Hannibal’s unconscious form beside him. It’s just a soft, weak brush of lips. In his feverish state, he hopes that Hannibal’s infection will spread to him so that he can’t leave him behind if he dies of it.

. The first kiss they really count happens when they’re both settled in Cuba, sitting on the porch of the little beach house Hannibal secured for them and watching the sunset, drinking iced hibiscus tea. Will only confesses much later that the red droplets on Hannibal’s lips reminded him of blood and he just leaned right in unconsciously.

. Even though they have to be careful with their kills post-fall, Hannibal makes sure to allow for one special kill every year. He sets up a tableau of a skinned man in the shape of a heart with flowers stabbed through the skin in a remote location and lets Will figure out how to find it by Valentine’s Day.

. Will lets Hannibal teach him how to do serial killing. It ends up sating his curiosity about the theories he’d had on the Ripper as well as further sating his dark urges, growing those appetites. The fact that Hannibal has his victims awake on the table sometimes is a point of contention, Will feels bad that the only part of him that feels bad is the part that mirrors the victims if he isn’t careful.

. Between Will’s empathy picking up on all the little details and emotional indicators and being able to copy them back and Hannibal’s analytical skills and expertise with conveying the image he wants through tone and body language alone, they can communicate wordlessly. They sometimes default to this, whether intentionally or not. It’s a little unnerving to watch.

. Will has a not-so-slight caffeine addiction after many years of drinking coffee to get out the door early from college to his cop years to Jack calling at ungodly hours. He won’t drink anything but instant microwave Folgers. Hannibal has tried to replace the coffee in the container but Will catches it every time.

[xopedri]

shady lane!

loosely inspired by the song shady lane by pavement.

warnings: spanish throughout

a/n: merry christmas/christmas eve!!

“cuba, you should go on a date sometime, let loose a little. solo tienes diecisiete.” pau’s friend suggested, another adding on, “el tiene razón, y’know.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.” pau paused as he glanced at them, then back at the fifa match they were in the middle of playing.

“i don’t think i’m ready yet; with all the media attention and stress… it’s gonna be hard to add a girl to that.”

his friends all collectively nodded at the boy’s statement. he did have a point, to be fair.

“i could set you up with this girl i know, just for fun.” his friend replied, interrupting the silence in the room.

“make it a blind date!” another suggested, looking at pau with an expecting grin.

the brunette sighed as he relented. “give me 20 bucks and i’ll do it. no promises we’ll end up dating or something though.”

they all burst out laughing as his opponent in the fifa match scored a goal while he was distracted.

“que tramposo eres, cabron!” pau jokingly exclaimed as he playfully hit his friend.

———————

pau arrived at the cafe he was told to go to, not knowing exactly who to look for besides a name.

after a few moments, you glanced around and saw a boy who looked just as clueless as you— so you went up to him.

“are you… pau?” you spoke, forgetting his name for a moment.

“yeah, that’s me.” the brunette replied as he looked over your features. you were pretty. very pretty.

“well, hi.” you muttered with a chuckle after a second of awkward silence.

“hi.” pau said, returning your smile with a big grin that he was pretty known for.

“sorry, i didn’t really expect to be set up with a famous footballer.” you joked as you looked up at him, the boy laughing at your words in response.

“well… what’re you in the mood for?” the boy spoke after a few seconds, looking at the numerous variations of coffee, matcha, and tea that cafe had.

you thought for a moment as you ordered your drink as well as a pastry that looked too tasty to not order, pau following and ordering his things too.

after receiving your food, you both sat down at a table in a corner of the cafe far from the large windows.

“sorry, i didn’t want to get noticed by a bunch a fans and mess this up.” pau apologized as he looked at you.

“don’t apologize, i get it.” you assured him as you looked at his eyes. they were a striking blue color that just made him— beautiful.

the boy gave you a small smile in response as the date went on, you two chatting away as you both forgot about your food and drinks.

after an hour or so, you and pau decided to finish the date here.

“it was nice talking to you, y/n.” pau muttered with a soft smile as he looked at you.

“it was nice talking to you too.” you said as you and the boy you had just met today walked out of the café.

you were both outside, about to say your goodbyes for now, until you spoke.

“pau?”

“hm?” he replied with a slight eyebrows raise you noticed he did every time you said his name.

“can we do this again— soon?” you suggested, deciding to make a move since you liked this boy. he was almost… comforting, in a way.

pau looked at you for a moment, processing the fact that you just asked for a second date.

the brunette smiled as he answered, “yeah, can i get your number? so we can plan something?”

“yeah, of course.” you responded as you typed your number into his phone, the cold making your hands shaky.

“i’ll text you.” pau told you as he saved your contact in his phone.

“yeah, that’s fine.” you said, flashing him a smile.

“see you soon, y/n.”

“bye now!” you exclaimed as you waved him goodbye, him walking down the sidewalk.

the cold winter breeze made you take a sip of the to-go cup of hot chocolate you left with as you realized you were kind of already starting to miss this boy.

suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. reaching for it, you felt the cold glass screen of the phone from lack of using it this past hour.

you unlocked your phone to be met with a unsaved number.

“its pau” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ “i had fun today, does next friday work for you?”

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!!

[littencloud9]

Maybe it's a side effect of coming from such a large family, but when Lance heard that Keith wouldn't be going home for the winter break because Shiro was busy, he had immediately taken it upon himself to fix it. Which is why, despite Keith's original grievances and protests, Keith finds himself on the way to the airport, passport and plane ticket in his hands, heading home to Cuba with Lance for the holidays.

or, love is everywhere when it comes to lance's family. keith recognises it within himself, too.

❤️ [G] 5.8k || klance holiday fic!!

💙 my gift for @heynhay under the klance secret santa hosted by @klance-daydreams

[orions-choker]

Cabin Fever (Kirk Hammett x Reader NSFW)

Confessions, Riding, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4,588

A winter vacation she didn't even want to go on leaves Reader and Kirk closer than she ever thought.

(This is cross posted to AO3 for @mustainegf 's writing contest! mostly its shameless Kirk smut.)

Mexico, Cuba, Costa Rica, The Bahamas. Really there was an extensive list of much warmer places that Y/N would rather be right now for the winter holidays. Enjoying cool tropical waters, warm sandy beaches and fruity drinks. However, her choices were out-voted by the rest of the guys. No, her friends wanted a real rustic winter getaway, up in a ski lodge in the rocky mountains.

It would be a lie to say it wasn’t beautiful in its own way. It was an endless sea of white, a small little mountain town completely blanketed in fresh fluffy snow. It glistened in the afternoon sun, reflecting off the imposing mountains that bordered the town, in the distant a bright blue glacial lake that hadn’t quite frozen over yet.

The picturesque scenery did not make up for the instant dampness that traveled up to her knees as she hopped out the lifted truck. Cold and uncomfortable as it soaked through her jeans. She looked down with a frown, sticking her tongue out in disgust. “Augh, yuck, what the fuck do they not shovel around here?” She lifted her legs attempting to brush the snow off of her.

A cackle sounded behind her, and she turned with a glare to greet all the boys. “Yeah well who wears jeans and sneakers to a fucking ski resort.” Lars taunted her as he adjusted the wool hat on his head. She eyed each of the guys carefully. Truthfully she had thought they were over dressed when they started the trip here. She was envious now of James’s huge fur lined coat. Even Cliff was wearing heavier denim than usual.

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms coming to wrap themselves around her body as the cold winds started to soak in through her leather jacket. “Doesn’t look like much of a resort to me.” She chortled. The cabin was wholly unassuming, It was a two story building, large enough to house all of them but nothing special. A large pile of firewood sat on the front porch protected from the snow by the overhanging eave of the roof. The only standout was the large bay window. No other cabins surrounded them; they were seemingly alone.

“For the fucking price we paid it better be.” James grumbled walking ahead of the group, his luggage and snow gear under his arms as he shoved the front door open. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed her own small luggage. She had no intention of doing any sort of snow sport so she packed light thankfully.

The interior of the cabin was cozy. Surrounding a huge stone fireplace were long armchairs, worn leather couches and a plethora of fuzzy blankets and soft pillows decorating the seats. “First one upstairs gets the master bedroom!” Kirk called out from behind her, already dropping his bags at the base of the stairs. Of course he would, the little shit, he was halfway up the stairs when he called it out.

“Not fair!” Y/N called out, quickly playing chase as she scrambled after him, her socked feet slipping a little against the polished wood. There were disinterested groans from the boys left on the first floor as the two raced upstairs. Y/N was out of breath as she stumbled into the room, seeing Kirk already lounging on the large bed in victory. “Fuck you that was cheating.” She heaved out, flopping next to him face first into the mattress.

Kirk’s breathy laugh warmed her cheeks as he began slowly pushing her off the bed. “Too bad, so sad.” He teased. “And I’m not sharing.” She fell to the floor limply, face pressed against the cool wood as she slowly gathered her breath. He leaned over the side, looking down at her with a toothy smile.

“You are actually the worst.” She groaned, reaching up to flick his forehead. “You made me run all the way up here, the least you can do is be a gentleman and bring my bags from downstairs to my room.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. Slowly she lifted herself into a sitting position, resting her back against the bed as she took in the surroundings of the room.

She was sitting on a faux hide rug, the fur soft between her fingers. The bed was a large four post bed, with warm red flannel sheets and its own large window overlooking the back of the cabin she hadn’t seen. It overlooked the actual ski resort, in the distance like ants were the small figures of people ripping down mountains, chair lifts and gondolas. It seemed so far away from where they were now.

The bed creaked lightly as Kirk lifted his weight from the mattress. “I don’t think that's how it works, You didn't have to race me.” As his feet touched the floor his hand came down roughly on her head, ruffling her already wild hair. “But I guess I kind of like you so I’ll do it.” He sighed jokingly.

Y/N watched him leave the room with a warm smile, hands gently going to smooth out her hair from where he had tangled it further, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Slowly she got up, stepping out into the decorated hallway, snow shoes, hunting gear and antlers hug upon its walls. She shuffled into a seemingly unoccupied room, nowhere near as impressive as the master.

A single bed was pushed into the corner of the room, light blue sheets and duvet. The walls were painted brighter and soft lights hung across the walls. Likely meant for a child's bedroom but it would do just fine for her. Kirk all but tumbled in after her, her bags and his own thrown across his body as he nearly collapsed from the weight. Y/N quickly rushed to grab her things from him. “Why would you take it all up at once?” She chastised him.

“Two trips are for pussies.” He grunted, readjusting the bags across his back. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at him, the urge to push him over tingled at her fingertips. Instead she relented, grabbing a duffle bag from his hands and walking him back to the entrance of his room where she dropped it. “Thanks Y/N.” He huffed, dropping his things and running a hand through his long curls.

Y/N glanced once more out the window in Kirk's room, it seemed the sky grew dimmer already despite it being early evening, large flakes of snow were falling now. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on the corners of her lips. Despite all her bitching and complaining it was truly a winter wonderland outside. Kirk’s eyes stayed trained on her face with a fond look. She caught his gaze in her peripheral vision and blushed.

Suddenly there was a noise from downstairs, James gruff voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. “Y/N, Kirk get your asses down here!” He called. The two turned to each other with a shrug. Y/N hopped down the stairs two at a time. Warmth suddenly flooded her the closer she got to the bottom, an orange flickering light danced along the walls and the crackling of a fire reached her ears.

Cliff, Lars and James stood by the door, still fully dressed. “These idiots forgot to bring beer, so we're heading back into the town before the snow gets any worse.” Cliff explained with an exasperated sigh. “Want to come with us?” He asked.

The town was about a 20 minute drive back down the mountain, and truthfully Y/N wasn't willing to brave the cold again. Her eyes drifted to the window, the snow seemed heavier now, denser, the truck outside already buried beneath it. “Is it really safe to drive right now?” She mumbled with concern. “I don’t think I’ll join but I don't know if you guys should go either.”

James twirled the keys around his finger casually. “We’ll be fine, I've driven in worse, want anything from town?” He asked with a cocky grin. Any worry Y/N had for his well being flew out the window as she rolled her eyes at him. “Kirk?” He asked the man beside her with a raised eyebrow.

Kirk thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah I’m good I’ll keep Y/N company here so she doesn’t get scared.” His voice wavered as he impersonated a ghost, wiggling his fingers towards her. She swatted his hands away giggling. “Drive safe you guys.”

The group bid farewell to them, a cold gust of wind ripping through the house as the door swung open. Y/N watched them carefully as they brushed off the vehicle and backed out of the driveway. As they disappeared into the distance she sighed and shuffled back into the living room. She sat on a recliner chair closest to the fire. The cold in her bones finally thawed out.

“I really doubt booze is important enough to drive in this weather.” She complained, eyeing Kirk as he moved to the T.V in the corner of the room, flipping through the collection of tapes that had been left in the cabin. Kirk's fingers stopped on a tape.

Holding it up for her, Y/N leaned forward squinting to read the title. “Don't underestimate their need to be drunk.” Kirk shook his head. “They’ll be fine, don't worry so much Y/N.” Finally she could read the title. ‘Black Christmas’.

“Kirk no,” She whined, throwing her head back as he moved to place it in the VCR. “I am so not in the mood for anything spooky right now while we're up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” Her protests were made in vain as the hum of the T.V coming to life filled the room. “I’m going to my room.” She moved to get out of her chair.

An evil laugh escaped Kirk causing Y/N to turn her head towards him again. “You don’t want to go upstairs alone, that's where the killer will be.” He warned her with a smug smirk. He leaned back against the leather, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and slinging his arm around the back of the couch. His eyes darted from her face to the empty spot next to him.

A chill ran up her spine, causing her to shiver violently. Logically she knew there was no one upstairs but with the thought implanted into her brain she begrudgingly moved across the room to him. Her friend smiled at her in victory. Y/N elbowed him lightly as she grabbed one of the throw blankets and sat on the couch leaving a space between them. She didn’t notice the sudden frown on Kirk's face. “I hope you know I hate you so much.” She huffed.

The opening of the movie began playing, showcasing a deranged killer breaking into a sorority house. The phone on the screen rang out at the same time the cabin’s phone did. Y/N jumped with a blood curdling scream, tucking into herself as she looked towards the offending sound. It caused Kirk to jump at her reaction, placing a hand over his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“Holy shit, Calm down Y/N, the movie just fucking started.” He breathed out, looking at her in concern before getting off the couch to grab the phone off the wall. As he answered it a worried look crossed his face, eyes darting between Y/N and the window outside, it was pitch black now. “Yeah, okay, I'm glad you guys are safe, we will see you tomorrow then.” He spoke into the receiver before hanging up.

Y/N leaned over from the couch with curious eyes. “Everything Okay? Who was that?” She asked, jumping a little at the sounds of murder coming from the T.V. She watched as Kirk walked to the door, turning the deadbolt and drawing the curtains over the windows.

Kirk gave her a reassuring smile. “The guys are stuck in town.” He sighed. “Truck got stuck on the road, they are safe in a hotel so don’t worry, they're gonna get towed up here tomorrow.” He assured her as he tossed another log on the fire before settling back in next to her.

“Ugh those fucking idiots, I knew they shouldnt have left.” Y/N sighed, relieved still that they were all safe. Her body relaxed slightly. “Okay well I definitely don't want to keep watching this, not if we have to sleep all alone here tonight.” she shuddered at the thought. Fear creeping up her skin and settling there.

“What, it's just getting good!” Kirk gestured to the T.V as more violence ensued, honestly Y/N had already lost the plot. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you from crazy murderers.” He joked, opening his arms up and gesturing for her to come closer. Y/N eyed him wearily, it would be the closest in proximity she had ever been to him if she took him up on the offer. The eager and hopeful look in his big brown eyes had her sighing and shuffling over.

His arms wrapped around her shoulders as she pressed the side of her face to his chest. Their legs kicked out to the side as they lay on the couch, a sudden tangle of limbs. He smelt warm, like sage, sandalwood and maybe a little citrusy. Red stained her cheeks as she could hear his heart beating erratically in his chest, on the outside he seemed calm though.

She peaked up at him, staring at the underside of his chin, just close enough to see the faint outline of stubble coming in. His eyes seemed permanently locked onto the screen. His hands gripped onto her tightly. To his credit she did feel safer from serial killers, but not from her own ugly feelings rearing their head.

Y/N wasn’t willing to risk her friendship with him or the rest of the guys over a stupid crush, even if the crush had lasted the entire three years she had known them now, Since she first met them as a sound tech for their first tour. She peered back over to the T.V, her vision partially obscured by his arms. Suddenly it didn’t seem to matter what was playing anymore.

Pushing her face deeper into his chest she tugged the blanket tighter around them. Soft whimpers still leaving her lips at any sudden loud noises. She could feel his chest moving as he chuckled at her. “Shut up.” She mumbled against the fabric of his shirt. “It’s so not funny.”

Suddenly his hand was in her hair, gently rubbing his fingertips into her scalp soothingly. “You’re just cute is all.” He looked down at her finally. His big brown eyes seemed almost red in the warmth of the firelight. Y/N’s heart skipped in her chest, breath hitching in her throat.

“Don’t say that.” She whispered.

“Why not?” Kirk asked with a frown, a crease forming between his eyebrows. His hand stilled on her head, strands of her hair tangled between his fingers. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

Quickly Y/N shook her head, her hands coming up to grip onto the bottom hem of his shirt. “No, it's not that.” She could feel the heat in her cheeks increase. “You just…you don't mean that in the way I want you to.” She confessed, the words spilling past her lips before she could stop them.

“Who are you to decide how I feel? Especially if I don’t even know how you want me to feel.” His eyes were glassy and sad as he dipped his head lower. His breath ghosted over her skin gently. “That doesn't feel like a fair assumption Y/N.” They settled into a silence, staring at each other accompanied only by the crackling of the fire and muffled sounds of the movie.

She blinked hard, examining his face for any tell on his intentions. If she was wrong about this she would be very, very wrong. It wasn’t a potential mistake to make lightly. “I..” The words caught in her throat. She swallowed nervously. “I don’t want to fuck this up.” Kirk’s hand moved untangling itself from her hair and trailing down to her face, his thumb rubbing underneath her watery eyes. “I don’t think theres anything you could say right now that would fuck things up.” His voice was soft and tender. She couldn’t help the way her eyes drifted to his lips as he spoke, his cute teeth poking from behind.

With a shaky sigh Y/N shifted her weight, leaning up further into Kirk’s personal space. “I want you to find me cute, not like a friend.” She started slowly, carefully watching the shift in his expression for any distaste. “I want desire to consume you the way it does me, I want your hands to shake when they brush against mine, your heart to jump in its chest when you see me, to want to kiss me-”

The sentence was cut short as Kirk swiftly leaned down, closing the miniscule gap between them. His fingers gripped against the soft skin of her cheek as he pulled their lips together. Y/N stopped breathing for a moment, her stomach twisting in surprise and anticipation. He tasted sweet like vanilla ice cream and faintly like tobacco.

Y/N was eager to return the kiss, Her hands scrambling up his body to wrap her hands in his hair, tugging him closer. Clumsily their teeth smacked against each other causing them to pull back laughing. Kirk's hand stayed cupping her face, with a fond smile. “That’s exactly how I want you Y/N.” he sighed.

Her skin burned where his thumb gently rubbed her cheek, a smile plastered on her face as she admired him closely. “You mean it?” She asked gently. Her fingers twirled around his soft curly hair. She watched with bated breath as his tongue gently peeked out, swiping across his bottom lip quickly, leaving it shiny.

“Want me to show you how much I mean it?” Kirk asked, his tone implying anything less than innocent. Like a switch was flipped, his eyes gleamed with something darker. His free hand trailing down to her hip and tugging her further up.

She was now acutely aware of the way their bodies pressed against each other, her hips coming to settle right on top of Kirks own, the pressure of something hard settled against her inner thigh. Her eyes snapped down quickly, a pleasant tingle running along her spine. She had yearned for so long to feel this desire from him. She shuffled, sitting up into a straddling position and pushing Kirk further into the couch. “Only if it means more to you than just one night of fun.” She hoped her request didn’t come across as desperate.

“Baby if I have you once I’m never letting you go.” He assured her, looking up at her in anticipation. His gaze longing as he rubbed small circles into her hips. His erection pressed against her ass as it strained desperately against his jeans. “I want you to be mine in every single way.” The confession was sincere and had Y/N’s heart aching.

Leaning down she captured him in a sweeter kiss this time, slow and steady as they learned the way their lips fit together. His skin was so soft against hers and she couldn’t help the soft whine that left her lips as she tried to drink him all in. Her hands pressed to his chest as she steadied herself above him. “Fuck, make that sound again.” Kirk groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips up to grind against her.

The sudden friction caused another moan to come barreling from her lips. She pulled back, their foreheads pressed together as Kirk held her hips in place, seeking relief from the pressure by pressing up against her. “Just like that pretty girl.” He sighed, tossing his head back against the arm of the couch with a small smile. “You sound so sweet.”

Experimentally Y/N shifted her hips, causing his hard on to rub against her core through the layers of their jeans. She squeeked, pressing down harder chasing the feeling once more. Kirk’s hips stilled, watching her in awe as she repeated the movement. Her eyes fluttered close as she rolled her hips against him. “G-god, Kirk,” She stuttered out.

“Y/N, Fuck, I need you out of this now.” He tugged on the waistband of her jeans desperately. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking down on his fucked out expression. She nodded slowly and moved to stand up from the couch. Slowly her hands lifted to the hem of her shirt pulling it over her head, next unbuttoning her tight jeans and stepping out of them. She stood before him, lit only by the fire behind her casting a warm glow across her skin. His mouth felt dry at the sight of her reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

His eyes dropped to her chest as her tits were freed. Slowly her hands traced around them and down her body, tugging at the flimsy fabric of her underwear. Quickly he scrambled to undo his own jeans, shimmying out of them from his position against the couch, tugging them off along with his underwear.

Kirk’s cock slapped against the skin of his stomach as it sprung back. Y/N’s eyes widened a little in anticipation, quickly crawling back on top of him with a hungry kiss. It elicited a low groan from him, his hands quickly moving to cup her tits, squeezing the soft skin gently. Slowly she lowered her hips, rubbing her wet heat down his length teasingly. It caused his hips to stutter up involuntarily, knocking a shaky moan from both of them. “Fucking tease,” he hissed out.

Y/N’s giggle landed against his ears like music. She pulled her head back, sitting up straight and looking down at him with a smile. “You’re just impatient.” she giggled. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him beneath her, the feeling of his cock pressed against her, a delicious warmth spreading from her core and encompassing her whole body. “You can fuck me anytime you like.”

Kirk’s fingers fell from her chest, gently thumbing over her nipples as he moved down to her waist. He pulled her up, hips lifting up just enough for him to reach down between them. He grasped the base of his dick before aligning himself with her entrance. “You okay with this, I don't have a condom.” He stopped, the rational part of his brain working for just a moment.

“On the pill, don’t worry.” Y/N breathed out heavily, taking the next step to lower herself onto him. His body shuddered beneath her at the sudden warmth squeezing around him. She gasped, breath punched from her lungs with each inch she took. In this position she could feel him comfortably nuzzled against her cervix as she fully sheathed him. “F-fuck thats…a lot.” She mumbled out, head dipping low.

Feeling almost uncomfortably full Y/N lifted her hips for relief. Whining at the loss of her heat Kirk pistoned back up into her. She squealed falling forward, her hands gripped desperately at the leather of the couch, her chest pressed against his own as he began fucking up into her. “Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” He groaned into her ear. His fingers tightened around her waist, hard enough she winced, expecting bruises there the next day.

Each soft moan that fell from Kirk’s lips left Y/N wetter, the sound of him sliding in and out of her heat bounced off the walls. He was so vocal and Y/N wanted to record each noise he made so she could replay them forever. “Harder, Kirk.” She moaned, shakily pushing herself back up to look at him.

His mouth hung open, brows furrowed as he concentrated on the obscene bouncing of her tits above him. His thrusts up into her grew more aggressive, each slam of his hips into her own left her feeling bruised inside but she couldn't get enough of it. “You’re so beautiful,” He gasped. His hand came to rest above her pelvis. Stilling his movements for just a moment, his thumb pressed against her clit.

Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he rolled the sensitive nub underneath his fingers. Tears sprung to her eyes at his relentless attack against her. “Oh, oh, fuck!” She chanted the pressure building up inside her, a coil being wound tightly in her lower stomach. “Please Kirky, want to finish with you.” She grasped on to his wrist in a desperate attempt to get him to ease up.

Slowly he rolled his hips again. He continued with shallow thrusts, moaning lowly at the way she clenched around him desperately. “Fuck okay, cum pretty girl, want you to cum all over my cock.” He groaned.

The coil snapped with force, Y/N’s scream echoed through the empty cabin as she came around Kirk’s girth. Her body convulsed, falling forward helplessly as he fucked her through her release. His thrusts grew sloppy as he grew close as well. She cried into his shoulder at the continued stimulation, soft hiccups and tears wetting the skin. His arms came to wrap around her pulling her close as he stilled inside her.

She could feel the soft spasms of his cock as he coated her insides with his hot sticky load. Their fluids mixing together and dripping down his length to his balls before puddling under them on the couch. His heavy breaths against her ear tickled her skin. “Oh my god.” Kirk sighed gently, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

“Yeah that about sums it up.” Y/N giggled weakly, her body completely limp against him as they lay there, still connected as he softened inside her. Slowly he began to slip out, Y/N sighing at the sudden loss of him inside her. With it came the last of their mixed climax and she winced at the sudden fluid coating her inner thighs. “Ugh gross.” She mumbled.

“You asked for it.” Kirk chuckled, carefully maneuvering them into a sitting position. He smiled down at her, pushing her hair back from her face where it stuck to her skin with sweat. He kissed her again. A kiss more pure, free from any nervousness or temptation. It had her beaming back up at him, hopeful for the future where they shared more kisses like that.

Y/N eyed the mess they had made on the couch. “We should get up and clean that up.” She shuffled her naked body from Kirk’s lap stepping back into her underwear and her shirt, forgoing the bra or jeans. Behind them she could hear the end credits of the movie rolling.

Kirk followed suit, stepping back into his underwear and sacrificing his own jeans to clean up the mess on the worn leather. “You know, we can just share the master bedroom if you want.” He turned to her with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. It earned him a laugh and a bra thrown at his head.

“I would fucking hope so!”

[venerablemonk27]

I've been away for a bit! Turns out that it's harder to find time to take photos of birds, much less blog about it, when you have a second tiny child to care for. My baby was born in May, essentially right in the middle of peak migration for Wisconsin, so I've spent far less time gently cradling a camera this year and much more time with a wiggly kid slung over my shoulder. However, my partner is kind enough to carve out the odd hour for me to sit by myself and look up.

[ID: A Palm Warbler sits on a branch, wings folded, looking toward the sunlight. The bird is just a couple inches tall, and is sporting the mostly pale plumage that is typical of Warblers in the fall. Head in profile, the bird looks out with a dark brown eye from gray head feathers with a somewhat darker gray cap and eye stripe. The breast is a lightly streaked pale yellow, and only the under-tail coverts show a brighter yellow that would be expected of this species in spring. End ID]

I found this individual taking a small break in one of the trees in my backyard. Normally, Warblers like this one are constantly in motion, darting around in search of food to fuel their long southerly migration. But this one must have had their fill for the time being, content to sit still and take in the sights of our little patch in Madison. It was early afternoon, and the light was sifting beautifully through the leaves of the trees. I can understand why they would choose this place to rest for a moment.

[ID: The same Palm Warbler sits on a smaller branch, this time presenting their right flank to the camera. Their wings are showing the same light shade of gray as their head. From this angle, it's apparent how fluffed the little bird is, insulating themselves against the slight chill in the air. End ID]

I knew right away that this was a Palm Warbler from the way they pumped their tail up and down, up and down. Even when they were otherwise still, that tail was still going at times. What were they thinking about on this brief stop, looking south toward the lake and beyond to their destination? Did they have any children this spring? Would they take them to Cuba? Puerto Rico? Surely someone has to show the young ones the way to their winter home...

[multifandom--mess]

Hannigram Fic Recs! pt.3

part 1 | part 2

here's some fic recs for youuu (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ definitely took me way too long to add a part 3 to this but whatever, enjoy a variety of fics in no particular order that i've read the last few months that deserve to be shared and enjoyed ♡

old-fashioned divinity candy [series, ongoing]

Explicit, 115k+ | the relationship between old money, med student hannibal lecter and his newly rich sugar daddy, will graham

Like a Lucid Dream

Explicit, 75k | In the days following Will's fateful fall from the bluff, Molly Graham begins to understand the extent of her ignorance regarding Hannibal and Will's relationship. The discovery of her husband's deceit leads her to seek refuge and escape in their cottage in the mountains. There's only one problem: she's not the only one who is looking for a place to hide.

you swallow my heart and flee (but i want it back now)

Explicit, 65k | After they killed Francis Dolarhyde, Will was certain he pulled Hannibal off the cliff with him, but when he wakes up, he’s still on the edge of the bluff, surrounded by FBI agents and paramedics. It’s apparent Hannibal got away safely, and Will is put on the job to help find him. When Will finds Hannibal’s journal in his old cell, filled with entries about, and drawings of, himself, he sneaks it into the waistband of his pants and takes it home. It forces Will into dealing with his own feelings, and figuring out what he wants. Will can only hope the journal gives him the answers he seeks.

And the Winter Sheds His Grief in Snow

Mature, 4.5k | On a car ride, Will spots something... abnormal. And it somehow breaks the normality of their relationship, in ways neither of them expected.

According to Winston

Mature, 7.9k | Winston this, Winston that — everyone in Will Graham’s life is now privy to his new stray, the lucky seven of his pack of dogs. It comes as a surprise when Winston isn’t what anyone expected, and this new light sets a backdrop to Hannibal’s carefully manipulated plans to make Will into his full and whole self.

Mundane Madness

Explicit, 104k | After a traumatizing experience, Will decides that maybe he deserves a shot at a normal, healthy life. It just might be nice to have Hannibal at his side too.

Leviathan

Mature, 24k | Three years after they fell into the Atlantic, Hannibal and Will have made a new life for themselves in the sun-soaked Douro Valley. But old hurts and unaddressed fears lurk beneath the idyllic pretense, threatening to consume all semblance of peace.

Between Black and White: Crimson

Explicit, 9.6k | After surviving the fall and undergoing a proper treatment, Will and Hannibal moved to a place from the past to start their future together. Till death knocked at their door...again.

Suffer A Sea Change

Mature, 29k | Hannibal meets Will, a fisherman with something oceanic lingering behind his eyes, one stormy summer in coastal France.

Omnipotence Paradox

General Audiences, 14k | The trap springs too quickly in Florence. Will and Hannibal adapt.

There's Something So Lonesome About You

Explicit, 90k | When will Graham is released from the BSHCI, he realizes that there is little left for him with the FBI. He packs up the essentials (and Winston, of course), and leaves. Hannibal has to deal with the sudden loss of Will, and he is not very happy about it.

Leila Isabella

Mature, 11k | Will has been utterly miserable in the long months since Hannibal turned himself in, but he gave Hannibal an unexpected gift in the last hours before everything fell apart.

Hidden Place

Not Rated, 5.5k | Two years after the fall, Will and Hannibal share a heated evening in Cuba.

More Myself Than I Am

Explicit, 9k | Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to. It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

In the Darkest Recess

Mature, 12.7k | As a child, Hannibal has problems making friends. A therapist gives him a doll to practice social skills on. Hannibal calls him Will, and quickly becomes obsessed with his new best friend. He never leaves it, even when he begins to hear Will's voice in his head, promising that he will never leave Hannibal, as long as Hannibal is willing to give him 'life to live'. Great love, after all, requires great sacrifice.

[the-daily-bugle-official-blog]

Mutant rights has been a sore spot for many for years, and while some such as Professor Charles Xavier have made themselves more appealing to the general public, there are many who have not, namely Erik Lehnsherr, aka Magneto. The leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants and a wanted terrorist is a source of inspiration and empowerment to many young mutants, a great warning side to where this generation of mutants may be headed.

Erik Lehnsherr first appeared in the public eye during the Cuban Missile Crisis, almost causing a nuclear war between the US and Russia. However no one knew this thanks to a coverup caused by, you guessed it, Charles Xavier. The connection between these two men is undeniable and calls into doubt whether Xavier actually practices what he preaches about ‘unity’ and ‘liberal methods’, or if he is another mutant terrorist conspiring to end humanity. The events at Cuba were only made public after the downfall of SHIELD, who too had been hiding information to protect these so-called heroes. The lies seem to never end.

Lehnsherr was also arrested for the assassination of President John Kennedy, even though that turned out to be the doing of the Winter Soldier, aka President Barnes, he still broke out of prison with the help of, yet again, Charles Xavier, and tried to assassinate President Nixon. He was then simply let loose by Xavier until he aided another mutant Apocalypse in the destruction of the world, before being convinced otherwise by one of Xavier’s co-conspirators, the shapeshifting Mystique who is also a known murderer. Everywhere Lehnsherr goes, the death of innocent people seems to follow.

Lately, Lehnsherr has been working with his Brotherhood of Mutants to allegedly try and cause a human genocide and bring about the age of the mutants. He has known to have worked with his granddaughter, known vigilante criminal Daniella Romanoff, as well has having a continued connection with Charles Xavier.

So what can you, dear reader, do in the face of such terror and power? Lehnsherr has the ability to control metal, and is a very dangerous man. Well first thing is to keep an eye out for suspicious mutant activity in your local area, and report any mutants who may be conspiring with Lehnsherr to the authorities. Remember, mutants are among us and any of them could be radicalised to Magneto’s cause. He wishes for the human species to go quietly, though we at the the Daily Bugle won’t!! To join our daily newsletter comment underneath one of our posts to be added to the list. Be sure to comment your thoughts about the rampant mutant extremists, or leave an anonymous submission to get potentially featured in a later news story.

– J Jonah Jameson

––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Editor's note: No one is refuting that Erik Lehnsherr is a terrorist, but equating all mutants to him is a dangerous practice that ends with young mutants discriminated against, attacked, and even killed. What we need right now is support for mutants, and focusing on their worst is causing nothing but harm. Do not report local mutants to the authorities, that much should be obvious. And to young mutants about there, stay safe. There are those of us who support you, and you deserve a place in the world just as much as anyone else - J.E. - Lead editor

@official-buckybarnes @the-good-redheaded-witch @mynameismagneto @simply-a-professor @thatone-midgardian

[fanficfish]

idk if i ever posted this but

Why Canada is Actually Jacked

Ramble time!

Canada can withstand MULTIPLE America punches. America is canonically Buff Guy. He's the most jacked of all jacked, he's a superpower, he can drag a car around for an hour no sweat, he probably run marathons for warmups. He could swing a bison around at age barely-old-enough-to-function. His punches have to hurt (and his hugs must be amazing).

Canada could handle having America throw a baseball at warp speed into his face, then handles several MORE of those. Those things would probably kill a person if American threw like that at anyone else. Or at least cause more then just A LIGHT BRUISE. Someone did calculations and figured America could probably carry some dang heavy stuff and have some ridiculously high strength threshold.

Which actually might be why America dares to throw so hard with Canada. He knows the guy can handle it.

Also Canada probably had to reinforce his doors so America wouldn't break them when barging in. But clearly it's worked out.

Also should I mentioned Canada canonically eats as much as America? Both resemble each other enough that Canada has to put that calorie dump somewhere....only natural he's probably in America's little workout boot camp. Makes sense, they do a lot of stuff together both IRL and in Hetaliaverse. Pretty sure I heard something about military cross exercises?

Canada is lugging a polar bear around. A polar bear that can grow bigger then Russia.

Also he's Canada. Lumberjacks, rugged dudes with beards and poutine.

And don't forget: he's never lost a war, has the 2nd-largest amount of land, and has done well considering he probably also deals with General Winter and has to deal with America on a near-daily basis.

so tldr: canada buff he's just hiding it and probably is one of few characters that stand a chance against America in a test your strength machine challenge.

EDIT: I was reminded today that Canada once slammed a door in America's face and managed to kepe him out after the Revolutionary War. again, America would probably break most doors. Strong people don't always notice their strength- i have a friend who works iut regularly and her musical atule is very much on the heavh side and she's shorter then a lot of other people in our area so i doubt her heavier playing style comes from body mass alone.

canada is able, even when they're young, to hold off a desperate America.

also also he took Cuba hits which aren't as had but if he's getitng beat ip pretty often for America's fights....

[devouringbodies]

Missing Hannibal so much hours so here's some s4 musings and contemplations (even though I don't Actually want a s4, but I do, but I don't, but I'd do, so let's just pretend)

YES to locations in Cuba/Latin America, bright, saturated colors like in the first few episodes but instead of fall it's very clearly summer for the first time ever in the show. I just love this as a contrast to the forever winter the show seems stuck in.

Along with that, maybe contrasting back to Jack and the FBI back in the states still stuck in the winter?? Another allusion to Will and Hannibal being "free" together in some regard in their warmth.

Also With This mayhaps Margot and Alana somewhere in a safe house in Norway or Iceland somewhere.

Wound care flashbacks to after the fall, Will is the one who saves Hannibal from the water, forcing him to consciously make the choice for them both to live.

Will in turn struggling with the ramifications of having made that decision.

DOMESTICITYYYYYYYYY

Hannibal in linens. Will in hideous button ups. period.

I have this vision of an opening into s4 of a brightly lit saturated scene of a needle dropping onto a record, there's breeze coming in through sheer curtains from an open window, segue into a beloved familiar cooking montage, but the tones are different, the lighting is brighter, the kitchen, accents, and utensils are markedly more Spanish in design, shots of forearms and hands wielding knives, slapping meat on cutting boards, everything we're used to, but pull back, and its Will cooking, as familiar in this kitchen as anything, as he brings two plates out and serves both him and Hannibal, the latter of the two sitting at the table ready and beaming.

This is the song the needle drops and is playing through that above scene btw.

Scenes of Will at a farmers market speaking Spanish to vendors please. For science.

Therapy scenes and talk 2.0 only this time it is more Hannibal discussing and learning to express what he wants, what he desires, and Will entertains him and uses his empathy to barrow on Hannibal's psychotherapy techniques to help Hannibal express and "cultivate" these urges he has. I.e, that he wants to go hunting again, and wants it with Will.

Will, who's using these sessions as a distraction, is actually also DESPERATELY craving this too. I'm talking Will is full blown Dexter urges to kill feels it under his skin now, but of course, doesn't want to admit this, and is doing everything in his power to distract and hold it back, maybe even hallucinating a few familiar faces about it along the way.

Sex scene that is literally just almost entirely insanely close up shots of teeth and skin and mouths, hands and flesh, so close most of the time you can't even tell what's going on, it's so abstract, so soft and slow, before it gets increasingly suddenly violent, flashes in between tender love nips suddenly cut with skin ripping and tearing, teeth rending, chewing, swallowing, the music turns dark and terrible and quickens, and finally an enormous horrific wide shot of just them in a bed and there's blood literally everywhere, blood pouring down the walls, camera at the foot of the bed as it pans down and you just see blood continue to splatter the headboard as they slip from view.

That's all I got rn, just some stuff for fun.