#jemi-requested

[thehonourablerag]

For @arafinwes who requested Faith to Saunter forward :) Enjoy :)

Roald leaned comically far over the arm of his chair. Mr. Dart fought the urge to slap him. “I heard he’s taken inspiration from the head of Morrowlea and has joined an acrobatic troupe.”

“He’s ill.” Mr. Dart kept his voice flat and even. “Nothing that interesting, Roald.”

Roald scoffed. “Ill enough that he couldn’t make it home for a funeral? And no one wrote to let you or Mrs. Buchance know?”

Stung, Mr. Dart retorted before he considered. (Roald had always been good at getting under his skin.) “What makes you think that? Jemis wrote me himself.”

Tor frowned at him. “How ill is Jemis? You hadn’t said.”

“Jemis wrote you he was too ill to come home and you’re still here?” Roald scoffed again, and Mr. Dart found himself on his feet.

“I have a duty to my brother and the land. Not something I would expect you to understand.” Mr. Dart watched Roald flinch and then hide it under another smooth smile. (They both knew each other’s tender places.)

[kelintit-geli]

FYI I karja kat kilang lama dah and dah lama jugak I ada laki India nih sebagai tempat lepaskan nafsu dia.... dia pun sama jugak guna i untuk sex shj... takda sebarang feeling antara kami berdua melainkan nafsu cipap dengan batang nah!!! 🤣 adalah satu hari nih lepss habis kerja dia bawa I parking kat satu parking lot memang tak ramai orang lah... maklumlahhh kereta dia tinted gelap.... 🥰 sambil dia hisap puting i tanyalah kat dia.... macam mana dia boleh tertarik kat I untuk buat sex apdahal ada ramai ja pempuan lain kat kilang yg lebih memerlukan perhatian... 😂 dia bagitau la yg sebelum ini dia selalu buat dengan satu pempuan indon tapi lanih dia ada bf dah... so dia takda tempat lain... ☹️☹️☹️ siannn diaaaa 🤭 pastu pengalam dia sebelum ini semua jenis kurus².... I first time dapat yg jenis chubby curvy katanya 😘 try nak ambik hati la tu 🤣 tapi masuk akal jugak yg dia kata.... sebelum nih, perempuan yg dia buat sex tu kebanyakkan jenis kurus, lubang senang nak jumpa and biji kelentit pulak jenis cepat boleh tangkap.... kalau jemis i, jari kena go through mulu cipap dulu baru boleh jumpa lubang and biji kelentit..... sambil jari dia tengah manja² dengan kelentit dia kata dia syukur dapat buat dengan chubby curvy..... pastu 3 jari sssuuuuuupppppp masuk kat lubang tiba² 🫠🫨 dia kata tak nyesal ada kawan macam i...... risau nanti dia khawin tak dapat cipap i dah... i kata jangan risau... anytime you nak bagitau ja i onz even if you ada wife... makin hari makin gila kat laki orang nih pasaipa taktau... 🤣

Laki jenis main kasaq tau.... so anytime i dengan dia memang klimakz 3/4 kali... letih tu letih tapi puasssss...... paling suka bila dia masuk jari dalam lubang jipap pastu main kasaq sampai i kencing kat kereta dia banyak kali.... dia sendiri akan request.... minum air banyak² sebelum jumpa dia... dia nak cuci kereta dia.... 🤤🤤 yang plus point dia setiap kali dia keluar air mani memang dapat bayaran.... so berbaloi jugak la dapat main dengan dia..... 🥰😍😘

[honey-comb]

Special Episode: A Day with Jemi @ 103station ★

06:00 A.M (GMT+7)

daylight broadcast status: off air

camera status: on

“Haiii! Balik lagi sama aku, Jemima atau sobat Dawn FM biasanya kenal aku sebagai Jemi.”

“On today's special episode, aku bakal ajak temen-temen semua buat lihat kegiatanku selama siaran pagi sambil menjawab pertanyaan seputar kegiatanku selama jadi penyiar, so please watch until it ends ya guys!”

Kenapa kok memilih buat siaran pagi?

“Hm... Soalnya kalau siaran pagi itu menurutku seru banget!! Rasanya aku jadi nemenin listeners yang lagi mau berangkat ke kegiatannya masing-masing, it also build up my mood for the rest of the day, jadi lebih semangat buat kasih rekomendasi lagu, dan ngobrol bareng kalian kalau pagi-pagi.”

“Terus juga menurutku vibes pagi hari tuh menyenangkan banget buat siaran, apalagi kalau kalian semua suka dengerin radio di perjalanan pas pagi-pagi... Saranku sih, dengerin Dawn FM ya supaya mood pagi kalian bagus terus, hehe.”

Jemiii! Apa aja yang biasanya kamu obrolin kalau lagi siaran?

“Wah, pertanyaan bagus! Aku biasanya ngobrolin tentang apa yang lagi trending di hari ini. Terus juga soal kondisi lalu lintas, karena pasti listeners juga butuh info kan tentang macet atau enggak ya jalanan? Haha.. Terusss biasanya aku sering open call buat kalian yang mau request lagu kesayangannya masuk ke morning playlist Dawn FM! Banyak deh pokoknya kalau ngobrol sama aku, bisa gak habis-habis.”

Please give us your all time favorite morning songs!1!1!!

“Okay! Ini pertanyaan terakhir sebelum jeda ya, karena habis ini aku harus mulai siaran, hehe..”

“These are my all time favorite songs in the morning, I hope you guys like it! Enjoy~”

daylight broadcast status: on air

camera status: paused

[deadpoetsmuses]

"inspiration". | neil perry, dps.

in which a summer is spent with the poets, with a significant feature of neil perry.

✧ title: "inspiration".

✧ pairing: neil perry x fem!reader.

✧ genre: fluff, with slight mentions of angst.

✧ word count: 2,733.

✧ warnings: written in headcanon format, home life mentions, the reader lives in meeks' grandma's house, knox being a simp for chris.

✦ author’s note: requested by @mybabysweetascanbe! it's kinda funky how i wrote this as a headcanon but it still ended up being my longest fic lmao. also i wrote the poem that neil made for the reader myself so i'm sorry if it's kinda cheesy 🗿 but i hope you all enjoy this one !! don't forget to take care of yourselves guys <3

✎ The summer holidays had always been a time for the poets’ relief.

✎ Their academic year was constantly filled with difficulties for the poets, but it was harder for some when they were home for the summer.

✎ Neil felt as though he couldn’t be himself-- he loved reading and writing even more so than he did with accomplishing any of his parents’ wishes, like heading into medical school. He especially loved to act, and it was rough to keep that concealed around his dictatorial father.

✎ Todd’s older brother would be at home as well, and it was worse enough being in his shadow; but it had gotten worse with every one of his parents’ daily proclamations.

“We were quite disappointed with your grades from last semester, son,” His father reprimanded, looking down on him with stern eyes. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you. Your mother and I raised you quite well and you have your brother to guide you along. You know that he’s remarkably intelligent and well accomplished. Why can’t you be more like your brother?”

✎ Charlie and Knox had been just like Neil. The constant pressure that their parents put on them about becoming a banker and a lawyer was daunting; and all they wanted was to simply live as regular teenagers without concern for their future.

✎ Fortunately, Meeks’ grandmother was a woman who had a colossal and motherly love for the poets with a sizable residence in which her grandson’s friends could inhabit during their vacation.

✎ Thus, the poets resided in the Meeks household in the summer before their senior year so as to escape the stress and troubles brought to them in their own homes.

✎ Even though the summer was fleeting and their time was short, the poets found their time to be everlasting when they met the student boarder of the house.

✎ She went by the name of Y/N, which was a name that sounded just as sweet as the lady to whom it was attached.

“Hello, everybody! I’m Y/N!” The girl said, reaching out her hand to shake one of the poets’. Truth be told, it had been quite some time since any one of the boys had been in close contact with a woman; so they found themselves to be quite the martians in the situation. It took a few moments before one of the poets-- Neil Perry-- could offer his hand and shake hers. “I’m Neil! We’re friends of Meeks and his classmates from Welton.” The boy swore that he felt a spark as their fingertips touched, but he tossed the feeling aside; along with the apparition that he saw of a faint glimmer in Y/N’s eyes.

✎ The boys instantly took her in to their little group, and they all fell in love with her personality-- which was a platonic statement of course; but Neil Perry found this to be otherwise as he actually began falling into love with the new girl.

✎ He loved the way she cared for her new friends, the way she projected her personality through the clothes she wore, and all of the little smiles she gave him.

✎ With every beam and twinkle that she delivered, Y/N found herself to be falling for Neil as well.

✎ He provided a feeling for her that made the blacks of her eyes expand and butterflies to quiver inside-- which was the very same one Neil had felt when he first laid his eyes on her.

✎ She had been a fantastic addition to the band of poets, and the boys could not have had it any other way.

Despite the summer coming into fruition, the poets did not fail to meet up in their little cave every once in a while to read poetry, discuss girls, and laugh. The first meeting of that summer was simply like any other. “Guys, what do we think of Y/N?” Meeks questioned. A clamor of answers that ranged between “I think she’s great,” and “Do you think Mrs. Meeks has any more people in her house like Y/N?” echoed in the dark cave. Clearly, the boys had favored Y/N; but certainly not to the point where they’d be infatuated with her. “Yeah, I think she’s nice. She’s really pretty too,” Knox added. “Woah there Knoxious,” Charlie replied, expelling out a chortle. “I don’t think Chris would like to hear that. And besides, she looks more like she’s Neil’s type than yours.” Charlie’s words weren’t incorrect, but it was needless to say that Neil had strongly agreed with that statement.

✎ Over the summer, they would all begin to get to know each other better.

✎ The poets eventually introduced Y/N to the intricate realm of poetry, and she wholeheartedly fell in love with every line that was recited.

✎ They enjoyed every moment of their fleeting time together. Of course, there would be times where the boys would get into small fights and bickers.

✎ Pitts would always be yelling at Charlie for taking an ungodly amount of time in the shower, while Charlie would be yelling back about how Pitts always seemed to inhale the food that Mrs. Meeks provided for them before he himself could even take one bite.

✎ Cameron did his best to do some summer reading at night, but he found it quite hard as his room was beside Knox’s room, and Knox would spend hours on end talking to Chris over the phone.

“Oh, Chris. How do I love thee?” Knox sighed, lacing the telephone cords in between his fingers. “That’s the title of a poem we learned in Mr. Keating’s class. It reminds me of how lovely you are. Of course, she’s not as pretty as you are,” Knox’s giggles not only erupted through the phone; but it travelled through the walls as well, disrupting Cameron from the climax of his novel. “We get it, Knox! You’re a romantic poet! Now why don’t you go tell Chris about how you finished with a D minus in English!”

✎ While all of the little squabbles took place, they hadn’t even noticed the slight change in Neil and Y/N’s behavior.

✎ Y/N seemed to be keeping to herself more often, while Neil appeared to have possessed an undying smile on his face around the poets; particularly in the mornings when everyone gets up early except for him and Y/N.

✎ Little did they know, Y/N’s room had been vacant for the past few days since the arguments began-- which was approximately three weeks after the boys had arrived to the Meeks’ residence; and Neil seemed to be giggling in his room every night when the rest were asleep.

✎ In the duration of those three weeks, Neil had become more familiar with Y/N than any of the other poets had been.

✎ They’d walk along the nearby river every morning, discuss poetry in the late afternoons, and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

“How long have you been living here?” Neil inquired, peering into Y/N’s eyes. His vision didn’t have to stretch too far as his face had only been a breath away from Y/N’s. The pair laid together under the warm covers of Neil’s bed with their legs entangled in one another’s and their hands interlocked, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. “It’s been two years since Mrs. Meeks took me in,” She replied, gazing over Neil’s chiseled face. “In the whole time I’ve been here, I think you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me,” Y/N added, beaming up at Neil. Hearing her words, Neil slowly leaned his lips onto Y/N’s forehead, giving her an endearing kiss. She too had been the most interesting thing to happen to Neil in a long time.

✎ For each and every day that they were together, Neil wrote love poems.

✎ His poems revolved around his time with Y/N and included detail of all sorts; such as how colors appeared to be more bright and more vivid when he was with her and how lovelier the birds had sounded in the morning during their walks.

"My love,

The luminosity of the golden sun

does not compare to the radiance

of your glowing skin.

In this air full of morning dew,

the most beautiful scent in the air

is still you.

The sounds we hear of the melodious

birds are all because of your presence,

and they sing only for your beauty.

I look into your eyes and I see nature

reflected back at me; but it is much more

pleasant to perceive than if I were to do so

through my own set of eyes.

Though the morning lasts for a mere set of hours,

My fascination for you can go for as long as

this smooth river flows.

✎ Neil felt embarrassed about being so infatuated with Y/N, so he kept his poems hidden for the time being.

✎ Somehow, the boys had failed to notice Neil and Y/N’s constant disappearance.

✎ Although, they’d make little remarks from time to time that ran along the lines of “Ooh, Neil found a muse!” and “Y/N definitely likes somebody here. It’s probably me.”

✎ The last comment came from Charlie, which later earned him a smack on the head from Neil.

✎ So, Neil and Y/N did their best to keep their relationship hidden throughout the summer.

✎ The two were rather domestic in their relationship; they did all of the typical-couple activities that everyone else had done.

✎ To anyone else it would have been rather common to witness, but to them it was simply extraordinary being with one another.

It had been a scenic day at the river that morning. The beauty of the nature surrounding it had been ordinarily pleasing to Y/N; but all of its best qualities were magnified for Neil as his hand was in hers and the only thing he could smell was her fragrance. He had been quite nervous for the entire morning as he promised himself the night before that he would finally gather the courage to say those three magic words he’d been imagining to say for quite some time. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been thinking the same and had been visualizing how she would say it at that moment for the past few hours since. Just when the cascading waters began to relax and the chirping of the birds started to quiet down, the pair stopped on their trail and those three words were finally professed by Neil in a sudden manner while Y/N had spoken the same in a clear and gentle tone. They looked into each other’s eyes, recognizing the same look of love and eventually realizing what was said. As it was acknowledged, the two lovers simply smiled at each other and kept walking along; their hearts now beating on the same rhythm and their minds thinking of nothing but one another.

✎ Time to time, they would go up to the attic and listen to the music from Mrs. Meeks’ old gramophone, caressing one another as they slowly dance along to the lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald’s songs.

✎ Neil would always sneak a flower out of Mrs. Meeks’ rose garden and leave it on Y/N’s bedside table for her to wake up to.

✎ One of Y/N’s ways of communicating her love would be recommending books to Neil that she thinks is encompassed with his personality. Since then, Neil’s library had enlarged to a great extent.

✎ There would also be some occasions where one of them-- mostly Neil-- would get a little cheeky and try to express their love for the other out in the open.

“Eat up, boys! You know there’s plenty more of where that came from, so don’t be afraid to dig in!” Mrs. Meeks endorsed, setting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. With a jubilant ‘thank you’, everyone at the table promptly began to tuck into the mouthwatering cuisine. The boys soon found themselves distracted with the heavenly taste of Mrs. Meeks’ cooking; and Neil took this opportunity to covertly sneak his right hand onto Y/N’s thigh under the table. A scarlet blush crept its way up to Y/N’s cheek as she sent Neil a glare. Though her eyes expressed the message of “Not here!”, every other signal in her body sent the message of ‘Yes, Please’ to a very triumphant Neil.

✎ The summer inevitably came to an end and the boys were forced to return to Welton, much to their dismay.

✎ They couldn’t stand ending their summer; and they especially couldn’t stand leaving their new friend behind while the rest of them stayed together.

“Oh God, How are we supposed to leave this beautiful girl all alone in this big house?!” Charlie pleaded, theatrically dropping down to his knees and shouting out loud to the heavens. “It’s all just too emotional for us,” Pitts added as he went along with his friend’s act, his head bowing down to the ground in grief as he placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Just take me with her, God! Let me be with Y/N at her all-girls school!”

✎ Despite all of the inconveniences they put upon Y/N, the poets really did leave a mark on her. These boys showed her a new way of life-- she knows what ‘Carpe Diem’ means, and she knows how to seize her days because of them.

✎ Of course, Neil had a harder time coming into terms with their departure more than anyone else.

✎ Leaving the Meeks’ residence meant that he was leaving Y/N, which was something that he hadn’t prepared himself for.

“I’m not ready to leave you,” Neil confessed. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. After the individual hugs and goodbyes Y/N had given to the rest of the poets, the ill-fated time had come when she had to bid her own farewell to her lover. Neil believed that though their time was short and fleeting, it truly had been something special and something that he’ll never forget. Y/N was his first love, his first muse, his first everything; and no amount of riches could ever sum up to the prominence of that. Y/N placed her hand on Neil’s face, stroking away his tears with her thumb as she felt her eyes begin to swell up as well. “I’ll write to you every day, Neil.” Naturally, Y/N was on the brink of tears as well. She couldn’t bear to leave Neil after everything he’s shown her. It feels like she’s known him forever, yet everything felt so new and exciting with him. She loved him too much, and she knows she’ll continue to love him long after.

✎ Neil was afraid that she would forget about what they had soon after she had left, so he decided to give her all of the poems he had written about her.

✎ As her hands clasped the thick set of parchment, the tears she had been trying so hard to conceal had all poured out, staining the paper and her hands.

“Neil… these are beautiful,” She croaked. Her eyes skimmed over every title and date, realizing that there had been a poem for each and every splendid day that they had been together. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. That’s why I wrote these,” Neil corrected. “Everything I love about you is in these poems, and all of the love I have for you is written in each letter. I just don’t want you to forget about me while we’re apart.” The absurdity of Neil’s words made Y/N chuckle softly before she stepped forward and linked her hands around Neil’s neck, reducing the space between their lips. “I love you, Neil. You’re always going to be in my mind and you’ll always have my heart in the little pocket of your Welton blazer.”

✎ Y/N felt truly fortunate to have met Neil. This summer had come as quite a surprise for her-- she did not expect to fall in love so soon and with such an extraordinary person like Neil Perry. He was everything she’d ever looked for and he gave everything she deserved.

✎ Even though the bright days of the summer had ended and the early falling leaves of the autumn was yet to arrive, the change was of no concern as the only thing that mattered was what had been consistent-- and for Y/N and Neil, the thing that stood still for the two of them despite all odds was each other.

dedicated to these lovely people!! @mybabysweetascanbe @disagreeingpoets @catflowerbean @galaxyrhytm @nananostalgic @ughgclden @towriteabetterlife @neilsemeraldsweater @yourpal @willowestelle

[lestered]

“It’s about the little intimacies.” - @lvatt

[sillybub]

Can I request a Goldie Alonzo pretty please? 🥺 (You don't have to if you don't want to!)

Jemi you can have ANYTHING you want.

[gemshine]

@softlibby

Elizabeth, child of Aphrodite

Insists on being called a jemigod

Wants to be a fashion icon

Tries to impress mom, who is too busy, busy, busy, busy, busy being a god

[pixieminutes]

uhmm im not sure if this counts as christmas themed?? but i had this sudden thought of being in bed on a cold night/morning just cuddling with hyunjae and it felt rly cute to me so if i could request that? 🥺 it's okay if it doesn't count, no worries jemi!!

이현재 + winter night cuddles + 🧸

23:02 - “oh my god it’s so cold out there,” jaehyun shivered, placing his coat and boots by the front door before making his way up to your bedroom; practise had run late and all he wanted was his bed.

and the best part was? you were already there. snuggled up in jaehyun’s jumper under layers and layers of white duvets and blankets, jaehyun’s heart soared at your adorable look.

“hey,” he smiled, “you alright there?”

you giggled, “i’m good. how was practise?”

your boyfriend yawned, pulling off his t-shirt, “same old.”

he got an old jumper out the drawer, one which was well worn and just the right fit on his body. he then pulled on some sweatpants; ones you’d just bought him for christmas, before approaching the bed.

“are you joining my cacoon?” you asked.

jaehyun laughed, “if that’s alright?”

with a small laugh, you lifted up the duvets and let jaehyun climb inside, his arm instinctively resting over your waist as you moved into his wide chest, letting out a deep sigh of contentment.

“was it hard today? tiring?”

“always is,” jaehyun sighed, before chuckling, “but changmin brought chucky with him. he sat watching us from the corner of the room.”

you grimaced, “that boy is so weird! tell him chucky’s banned from our house.”

“you tell him,” jaehyun tutted, “he’s in love with it.”

giggled, you sighed and left a chaste kiss on jaehyun’s chest, “but now you’re here, with me.”

“and without chucky.”

[onlyjonasrares]

Jemi request  ✓

[rorykillmore]

okay i’m writing holiday fics this year for: storm, jemi, jace, fate, spear, jay, and giz. if you did NOT request one (or if you did and you don’t see your name on here; probably means i didn’t get the request) and you still want to consider this a last call!!! 

[zoti-arush]

Part 2

Gocat e tumblrit Shqiptar. (Since patem request per part 2 per gocat)

Tani mos me urreni po ju dogji gje. E di qe 99% jeni goca po perpiquni mos beheni bashk dhe te me urreni ne grup mbas kti postit. Dmth meshir paste zoti mbas kti posti.

Grupi I . Kto jan goca qe jan futur ne tumblr prej shum kohesh dhe kan ca vjet ne tumblr, qe vetem shofin poste te bukura dhe i bejn reblog sepse "if you want to know the real me, just check out my blog". Secila prej ktyre kujton se kan tumblrin me cool dhe qe esht me jashtshtetse se gjith gocat e tjera. E pershkrova kte kategori te paren ngaqe kto jan gocat qe na japin pafund material per humor te ndjere.

Kategoria tjeter jan Super Pjeshka. Hedhin foto te vetat vetem qe cunat ti gjuajn dhe ato ti rrefuzojn pastaj. It feels good kur rrefuzon njerez se tregon qe je me lart, right ? Wrooong. Fakti qe ekspozon bythen ne tumblr dmth qe ke firmosur nji kontrat per te marr dick pics. Sa do ta mohojn, we all know se per ca i hedhin ato fotot qe i kthejn bythen kamerez.

Kur e rreklamon veten aq shum dmth qe do klient.

Grupi tjeter jan ca goca si shpirt qe postojn actually gjera qe te bejn per te qesh, ose bejn komente funny . Zakonisht kto e kan emrin cool deri diku. Kto jan shembulli qe duhet ndjekur. Kto jan gocat qe truly leave an impact te cunat me 2 gram trru.

Me shkaterrojn fare pastaj, gocat nga Pogradeci qe bejn statuse vetem poezi Veriore. Sepse te gjith poetet ne tumblr jan nga Veriu. Pervec Rupi Kaur, ajo esht nga pidhi robve t vet. Bashk me Elhaid Cufin.

Pastaj jan ca qe me hajn buken fare. Zoti Arush i ben nji reblog funny dhe vjen direkt mesazhi "haha, nuk ben fare per te qeshur debil mashkull". Kjo vjen ngaqe jo te gjith e kuptojn ironin dhe sarkazmen dhe kto goca jan mesuar zakonisht te jen nen prezencen e cunave kara dhe nuk e kuptojn qe jo te gjith cunat jan kara, dhe ndoshta ca cuna jan me smart sec mund ta procesosh ti. E di qe esht e veshtir ta pranosh po, kinda ka edhe cuna me me shum se 2 gram trru ne kok. Prandaj mos i merr shakat sikur te jen kar se te ishte ashtu te kisha cuar foto kari jo meme.

Pastaj te vdes xhaxhi per 14 vjecaret... Qe rrin ne tumblr . Tumblri duhet te vej nji limit moshe. Sepse nuk dua te futem ne burg se i dhash keshilla per barin nje 14 vjecareje qe ma beri askun anon. Jan si kurth kto 14 vjecaret.

Jan ca te tjera qe jan duke vdekur, ose me sakt *they can't take it anymore* , dhe do i japin fund jetes duke prer damaret, but not yet. Por para se ti presim damaret, le te postojm gjera qe te bejn te presesh damaret ne tumblr. Le ta rreklamojme qe duam te presim damaret qe te tjeret te shofin sa cool jemi dhe te na japin attention. Duhet cik attention se nuk vritet vetja ashtu pa e ber te madhe si gje. Ik o goc maro pun ene vazhdo, ska nevoj te mbash ditar rreth vetvrasjes tende.

Pastaj jan ca qe jan aq te zgjuara sa vjedhin shprehje te famshme dhe ne fund vej. -cit. EmrinEVet

Pastaj jan Daddys Princess. Kto kan lek, po nuk kurverojne aq shum sa ato te parat fare. Jo, kto thjesht te bejn te ndihesh keq se sa pak lek ke ti ne krahasim me to dhe se sa me te shtrenjta i blejn make upin. Kto nuk kan ndonji qellim te qart pse e rreklamojn veten. Just to show other people how much money their daddy got.

Pastaj jan edhe gocat e mija te preferuara. Ata qe jan cuna po hapin accounte gocash ne tumblr. How low can a man go for some pidh ?

Edhe qe thoni ju, nqs ju djeg gje, feel free to comment po e di qe ju jeni te gjitha si shpirt dhe Rupi Kaur ju vjen anash.

Nqs dini ndonji lloj tjeter goce ne tumblr, ma thoni se me zgjeroni ozonin.

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

Beneath the Ocean (Jeffmads)

                                              Beneath the Ocean

Prompt #75: Rescue

Requested by: @fangirlofmidgard

Mermaid AU

Deep beneath the ocean waves whereas there live the mythical creatures of merpeople. Though many of the people in the modern dismiss the idea of the merpeople existence.  Except for one certain lawyer name Thomas Jefferson, he was very curious about the mythical creature that lives in the ocean. In fact, he actually encounters one a long time ago at the age of twelve. He was on a small cruise with his family but a strong storm appears before them. It came out of nowhere causing the boat to rock side to side. It was unsettling especially for Thomas before falling off the boat.

Splashing into the salty water where he struggles to swim up for the air. Feeling his chest getting tighter and his eyes slowly closing. Thomas has come true where drowning is one of his worst fears about dying. About accept death while drowning down to the ocean floor but suddenly he felt two arms around him. Not sure of what was carrying him to the ocean surface. Finally, gasping a breath of fresh air away from the ocean water. Feeling the storm wind blowing harder against him and the creature that was rescuing him.

His visions were blurry at the moment but what Thomas saw it was the most beautiful creature he ever saw. This creature has the upper body of a human but with fish scales on his forearms. Though the bottom half of this creature is the tail of a fish, it was the most beautiful taste Thomas ever saw. Soon the small boy has fallen into conscious into the merperson arms. Not knowing how many minutes has by through the storms. Soon finally reaching to shore near the rocks where the storm finally calms down.          

The merboy looked at the young human boy very curiously since he never saw a human being up close before. He saw them within a distance as they swim at the beach. Though his parents forbid him to ever contact with the humans since knowing them. They’ll start a horrible and abusive experiment on them. Still, James Madison, the merboy continue to aid the human boy until he wakes up.

Thomas smile at the thought of the memories when he first met with James. The sweet tone of his voice whenever his sing, those shiny fish reddish maroon scales that glisten by the sunlight. At first, both of them denied their feelings at first but their love for each other grew stronger every day. Until then, Thomas confesses his love to James without a thought. The mercreature felt a bit nervous but return the male human love. Though it cost Madison to leave his home of the ocean while leaving in the city in New York. Still, he’s happy with new human life and couldn’t do it any other way.

That put a smile on the taller male face before his arm around his lover's arms. Causing the short male to blush furiously but that what makes James, even more, cuter than ever. Jefferson’s chuckle lightly before stealing a kiss from Madisons’ lips. Enjoying the kiss for a moment before the two males were cuddling happily together. Neither says anything but they didn’t care since they both enjoy the comfort of the silence.

“Jemy” Thomas spoke out

“Yes, darling?” James reply

“Do you have any regrets about leaving your home from the ocean”

“Well, I miss the ocean life since I enjoy swimming with the dolphins and turtles as well. Though I choose to live a human life to be with you”

“Would your love be any different if I live in the ocean with you instead?”

“No, my love will always be the same for you. No matter where we live on land or in the ocean”

Thomas smiles happily before kissing James once more that turn out to be a passion make out session.  Their tongues dance around each other as the small male let you a soft moan during the kiss. The lawyer smile during the kiss switching the position where James was laying on of him. For what felt a blissful eternity of lovely makeout session only lasted to be ten minutes. Breaking the kissing due to the need to breathe. The human and the merman giggle lightly before walking up to the stairs of their shared bedroom. Spending the entire night of making love where neither of them cares about what goes on the outside world. If James never saves Thomas life from that terrible storm years ago then he wouldn’t be lucky having this man in his life. Jefferson’s would do anything to make James happy even give up his human life if he must. Still, both of them shall always love each other till the end of time.

I think this fanfic is alright, not my best one but its alright

[deadpoetsmuses]

"my love". | todd anderson, dps.

in which after a long and dreary day, todd anderson finds solace in the embrace of his girl.

✧ title: "my love".

✧ pairing: todd anderson x fem!reader.

✧ genre: fluff, with a very small teaspoon of angst.

✧ word count: 431.

✧ warnings: todd has his own dorm room, cuddling, third-person references to the reader; no mentions of "Y/N".

✦ author’s note: AHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST !! @yourpal, i am in LOVE with all of your dps memes,, thank you so much for bringing them into the world and for making this request, i hope you enjoy !! also, i really recommend that you guys listen to "eddie my love" by the chordettes as you read this-- it's an amazing song and it's the one i put as the background music :)

Another day of distress and fatigue preceded the students of the ghastly “Hell-ton” Academy. After some endless assignments and arduous extra-curriculars, they were soon able to drift off into the late hours of the night and obtain a good night’s sleep. As the New England boys lay cozied up underneath their blankets, a student by the name of Todd Anderson had been of the like-- with the exception that he had his girlfriend nestled in his arms and her head on his chest.

With days like this where Todd and his girlfriend-- though they may attend different academies-- endure the same hellish day, the rainbow after the rain is only found in the comfort of each other’s warmth. So, just as it had been the usual routine, Todd Anderson had snuck his lover into his dormitory once again for the mere opportunity of basking in her presence as they fell asleep in the comfort of one another.

He laid on his bed with his legs entangled with hers and his arms keeping her close to his chest; almost as if she was but a fleeting bird that was bound to escape from his arms at any moment. She could hear the faint rhythm of his heart-- the one that beats only for her. Aside from the synchronized cadence of the lover’s hearts, the sweet melody of the gramophone’s record could be heard from the background as well as it accompanied the loving atmosphere created in the young lovers’ presence. ‘Eddie, My Love’ by The Chordettes had been playing, and Todd thought of no other song to perfectly describe the unconditional devotion that he feels for his lover.

“How was your day, my love?” The lady inquired, grazing her fingertips along his jaw. Todd tipped his head down to meet her eyes-- oh, how her beautiful, gleaming eyes bewitched him and captivated his soul-- and replied, “It really wasn’t all that great. Mr. Keating made me read in class earlier and I just couldn’t gather the courage to speak at all.” With that, his lover’s smile slowly broke into a frown-- making Todd frown as well. “But you’re here now, and that’s all it takes to make my day better,” Todd assured her as his lips leaned into her forehead, giving her a feather-like kiss. As his lover snuggled in closer to his chest, Todd found himself to be more and more infatuated with her. The music sounded sweeter, the bed became softer, and the colors of the room began to appear bolder-- all because he was safe in his lover’s embrace.

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

an unexplained breath of cold washes over your skin as a disembodied voice requests,

what are five headcanons about your characters?

I literally do not remember summoning you but uh. . . I'mma go answer it. This will all be random characters I wish I talked about more, ehhh.

thanks for the visit, i guess.^^ (sorry I’m bad at surprise asks)

1. Jemi (Contemporary WIP #1)

She’s typically a fan of wearing purple and grey as a combination. If anyone asks her why then. . . it wouldn’t be a pretty sight to deal with.

2. Jing-fei (fandom)

Seems like an open book except she’s not and used to be an editor before deciding to work as an author.

3. Tae (Fantasy WIP #2)

Lived in the castle for seven years since she started her services as a knight.

4. Aasiya (Fantasy WIP #2)

Sneaks into the castle gardens to practise dancing especially her favorites from her homeland.

5. Claudia (fandom)

denies that she’s similar to her cousin, even tho people who know her can see the similarities between them.

[airasora]

This is my linktree link

Linktree is a website where you can collect all your links for social handles, etc.

There's a lot of links here, but my guess is that the one at the top stands out to a lot of people. You probably know sites like patreon and ko-fi. Well, Jemi is, in my opinion, a better platform than those.

Jemi is a fairly new platform for creators, but their customer service is already the best I have ever experienced. They listen to your feedback pretty much instantly.

An example of this was that I requested I could have more than three types of memberships in total, so I could have one free, a bronze, silver and then a gold membership. They listened to this and a few days later, I could add the last membership option to my Jemi account!

I'm never going back to Patreon after discovering Jemi.

And for those wondering; yes, my Jemi is intended both for Ayla Sky AND AiraSora. So the shop and memberships include content intended for both Ayla Sky and AiraSora members 🤟

[indo-mzungu]

JESSUP JOURNEY

Reconsidering, the first gathering of team 317 filled me with uncertainty and doubts to begin a 5 intimidating, unpredictable, long-ass month process. I mean previously Asia cup was only 3 months. But for certain reasons, it was quick and sorry-to-say not so memorable.

The first few weeks were more like familiarizing ourselves with the basics of international law before actually getting into this year’s topic. It is a good strategy to at least prepare the fundamentals before diving into the deep so you don’t sink easy. At first, most of us weren’t that compatible with what came upon us. We were attacked with questions we haven’t even learned yet. College classes and sleeping times were difficult to manage at times. Adaptations with each other were in a small stage. But we went through it.

So the topics for this year was about state responsibility for corporate environmental degradation and human rights violations, traditional knowledge, and Yaks. It was time to finally get our roles, either as the applicant, representing the “injured” State or as the respondent, representing the not-so-guilty-but-alleged State. I was the second respondent and had to partner with Dzul, where my counterpart was Jemi, the second applicant. This was important cuz it was where the professionalism as a partner kicked in. So in my perspective, when there is a deadline and you wanna give your best to the work, act like it is a priority. Follow with what there is either you like it or not. This stage was where hard research and legal writing took place. At times of the research, we were stuck in tilt mode, couldn’t find the answers or how to tackle a simple question. At times of legal writing, we just didn’t know what to write. Fr. But we went through it.

Coming in December, winter holiday began. Most of our friends went to their lands and homes to hibernate and socialize. Meanwhile, we continued our task of finally creating the memorials. Between that, we were given time to celebrate Christmas with our families and after return to reality. I went earlier and flew to Serbia as a request from my parents to celebrate their last few weeks there as State representatives. Every so often I would feel like I’m missing out and not helping at all. Where separated by time difference, my friends have already begun to struggle into the days of the memorial submissions, I was still eating steak and surrendering to the winter. But we went through it.

Returning to Tembalang, it was the day of the memorial submission. What we researched, collected and discovered (with intent, sweat, struggle, conflict) for 4 months all compiled into at least 36 pages for each memorial. Reprints happened exactly an hour before the time of the final submission. It was exhausting, but we went through it.

Onto the last month, preparing for the oral pleadings for a month was quite intense. We realized so many of the mistakes we made in the memorials, we realized the lack of research we had when writing the drafts for the pleadings. At this stage, we were hopeless at what we submitted but gave a chance to the oral pleadings. New whole arguments were made. The opponent’s memorials were passed out and even more new arguments were made, be it senseless or powerful. 

01/02 - The Preliminary rounds began. The applicant was first in the morning, I sat and watched from behind imagining and preparing myself until the next hour. But like days, weeks and years pass by, an hour was the fastest. It was my turn. I stood on the podium, opened the first page of my binder and placed my hands firmly. Looked and smiled at the judges and said... “Mr. President, Your Excellencies, May it please the Court”. Four preliminary rounds were done. Finally. A lot was going through our minds at that time. We weren’t sure if we were gonna make it to the advanced rounds, but we were glad that we completed our checklist in the competition.

After prayers, it was the first time after 3 years of trial Undip finally passed to the advanced rounds. Our mission and burden expanded to future generations. In this stage, we faced against UI, winners of the national rounds almost every year. We lost but managed to make history. 7th place in the big 8. Not bad. No hard feelings just satisfaction. By His grace, more blessings fell upon us. Team 317 was surprisingly selected as Indonesia’s Exhibition team in the International Rounds. To me, it was a milestone achievement, but at the same time a huge burden that weighed massively. But, we went through it.

Financial issues. Applying for a visa. Campus Bureaucracy. Administrative issues. The large amounts of spare time. Lack of guidance. All of ‘em experienced in 2 months (felt like a year). At that point we were like fuck it, what's the use? Rules broken, sleeping cycle fucked up and effective preparation was of absence. But then again, we went through it.

My belief that we were an exhibition team arose when on the flight to New York, I’d never thought we’d reach this far. The work of His hands was felt since the beginning. The hands of a miracle worker. The love of the Jessup competition appeared following the events we attended each day. Competing and Bailiffing the rounds, learning and observing expert teams present, and watching the finals were great motivations for me and the team. And are still motivations for me to participate again in this complex but beautiful event.

This whole process was in some way crucial to the way I act and react. 212 days of struggle doesn’t seem nice looking from the window. But behind those doors was the development and creation of a better version of myself. No ragrets. Every day is a new day, think of it like that. I mean everyone has their own perspective, I’m just sharing mine. Stick to your choices and hold on to your commitments. And you’ll go through it nice and easy.

One thing I learnt. Many may have knowledge of the law, but not many can speak it.

Thank you, May it please the Court