#one direcion

[strwbrryswiftt]

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[silverryu25]

day 5; constellation of stars

“Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

;3 💖💖💖💖

Ohhhh yes~ >:3

Some nice star time for our favourite skele. Hope you enjoy it Kiran!! X3

DAY 5 - Constellation or stars + “Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

Tags: suggestive ending

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Stars, the one thing that had always drawn him like a moth to a flame.

A big part of his life was spent daydreaming about the possibility of ever even catching a glimpse of the real stars as he played around with the star-like gems in the caves of Waterfall. The gems were beautiful in their own way, but they couldn’t even be called a pale imitation of the real thing. The first time he saw the night sky as the sun set right after they finally stepped on the surface he felt his soul leap in pure wonder.

It was a sight he never could have imagine.

A sight that he never believed he would live to see.

Yet there he was, eyelights gazing at an endless expanse of the Milky Way. Millions upon billions of stars sparkling so much more beautifully then any Waterfall gem ever could.

It was a sight that he would never forget.

It was the second brightest day in his life. The first one being the moment Papyrus was born.

He thought it would remain that way forever, that nothing could ever outshine the beauty and magnificence of the uncountable constellations and stars his very soul sang to him about in his dreams.

Yet, somehow, he was wrong.

Because here he was, sitting below the clear night sky. No clouds, moon or city lights to obscure the majesty of everything the naked eye could see for millions and billions miles in every direcion he turned. But instead of feeling his soul pound in joy and excitement at the vastness above him, his gaze was transfixed besides him. 

At a fellow skeleton monster that somehow took up presence inside his whole soul.

Sans’ white eyelights shone with a soft glow as his soul beat faster every time Red’s eyelights sparkled as he identified another constellation.

They had planned this trip for months, ever since Red’s people came to the surface. They had a hard time integrating in the peaceful world that awaited them outside of their underground so they needed a lot of help.

It was unanimously decided by the two monster kings that every monster would live with their counterpart until they found their footing and could start life on their own. But somehow, instead of leaving when he got a good and stable job, Red stayed with Sans and slowly, their relationship deepend.

It took a long time for them to actually confess to each other. A drunken pun fight led to something more and ended up with them confessing before their brains really caught up with what they were even saying. After that, well let’s just say things turned steamy and puns went down south real fast~.

It’s been months since then. They were both busy with work and helping out with ambassador activities that their brothers organized for both Frisks. Finally, after months of planning and postponing, they got away together for a fun stargazing camping trip. A perfect combination of a shared love of stars and lazing around doing nothing.

But instead of looking at the stars, Sans’ gaze was glued to Red.

He just couldn’t stop marveling at how lucky he got. How life actually gave him something to love this deeply and freely. It was so atypical of him, so out of character that even he was shocked when he first realized what Red actually meant to him. But slowly, he came to accept those feelings and even shared them with Red little by little.

It was a bonus that any mention of love made Red turn his namesake. It was honestly too adorable and fun to tease Red every time he could.

He was so lost in thoughts that he missed something Red told him.

“hmmm?” Sans blinked his eyelights as he tried to focus on here and now.

“wha’s wron’ sweetheart?” Red flashed a smirk his way. “head full’a stars?”

“*snort*, there’s only one star bright enough for me, red.” Sans purred as his half-lidded gaze stared back at Red. Sans’ smile spread even wider as a soft crimson blush spread over Red’s cheekbones.

“stars dammit! dat was so corny! one star!” Red turned away to hide his obvious blush, as if that was possible in the dark while they were so close.

“aw, don’t be like that red. i’m staring to think you don’t love me anymore.”

“hardy har har. yer just pullin’ on my starstrings an’ ya know it.”

“what can i do, you are the star of my show.”

With a groan Red just turned back and deadpanned at Sans, making him chuckle. Red was the best.

Before Red could snark back anymore Sans leaned forward and kissed him. Their magic sparked as their tongues intertwined, the heat of their breaths a stark contrast with cool night air. They continued kissing until they both ran our of breath, leaning their foreheads together as they stared at each others eyelights. Bright white and red stars of their own.

“ya better stop dere sweetheart if ya don’ wan’ me ta jump yer bones.”

“heh, who says i don’t want you to?”

“but…” Red’ eyelights darted to the side, almost like he wanted to look around for something or someone. “hav’ ya forgo’en how it all end’d last time?”

“...” Sans lazily smiled and gave Red a chaste kiss on the teeth. “i’m not that easily startled out of trying again. are you?”

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The end UwU

Hope you like the value ending XD

If you’re wondering what happened last time they tired having some fun time in an open space… well it was a bit of an embarrassing mess ;P

Will they have more luck this time…………… I’ll let you guess >:3c

[official-rolli-und-rita]

Man why do old people in public always stare at you so much for the smallest things?? STOPP ITTTT!!! Yes i'm carrying a 5kg bag of hay! You're obviously free to look but why are you the only one on this crowded train fixating on me like you're trying to draw my face from memory? Is it THAT weird? Are you SO perplexed as to why i would possibly need a big bag of hay that has a bunch of pictures of rodents on it that you can't resist sharply turning your head in my direcion every time i move? Are you the new anti-hay security they hired without telling me? Please restrain yourself from making me have an anxiety attack i'm begging you

[klausie]

DO U HAVE THE RECIPE FOR THAT.

YES but i used a springform so im gonna write the recipe for that because im not sure what it would be like in other pans

My Chesecak 🤤

Ingredience

Crust

1 1/2 cups walnuts

1/2 cup all-purpose flour

2 1/2 tbsp sugar

4 tbsp (melted) butter

Filling

1 lb (softened) cream cheese

3 eggs

1 cup sugar

zest of 1 large lemon

2 tsp vanilla extract

16 oz soured cream

Direciones

preheat oven to 350

coat bottom of springform pan in butter (unless its nonstick or i mean if you wanna a little butter never hurts)

pulse the walnuts, flour, and sugar in a food processor until theyre yknow... processed, then add the butter and all

press the dough into the pan and bake for like 7 minutes

after that's done take it out to cool and get a big ol bowl for the fillig

beat the cream cheese by itself for a bit to get all the junkchunks out

add the eggs one at a time, mixing until incorporated each egg;s turn

gradually add sugar and beat until creeeamy and divine

add the sour cream, zest, and vanilla and then mix until combined big time and then put it in the pan

FILL a roasting pan with wawa and put the fuckinn pan in the wawa and bake it at 325 for 45 mins or until jigglay

cool it tf off and eat itt

[novicenonny]

on the job, posted to ao3

“I promise I won’t flush. It was just habit, and now I know better, so—”

“Barton, you are not walking out that door,” Natasha said firmly, not looking up from the screen. “If you want to get out of here faster, let us finish the job and we can go.”

“Nat,” he whined.

“I had to get six stitches.”

“It’s not my fault someone stabbed you.” Her head snapped up and the deadly look on her face had him backpedaling immediately. “Okay, it was maybe a little bit my fault, but that’s not going to happen again.”

Now that he’d stopped pacing he really was dancing, fidgeting and twisting his hips, knee jiggling. The refusal after he’d made the decision to go seemed to have double the urgency he was feeling. Natasha ignored him, but Bucky seemed sympathetic.

“Find a trash can,” he suggested.

“I don’t know if you two recall, but we’re supposed to be in and out without leaving any sign of having been here. A trash bin full of urine is going to be a pretty big sign.”

“So is a puddle on the floor if he pisses himself,” Bucky argued throwing a hand in Clint’s direcion, as if there was any question who he was talking about. “And a trail of drips down the hallway is gonna get us caught faster than a trashcan in a room no one is likely to go inside tonight.”

“I’ll piss in the corner before I piss myself,” Clint said mulishly, blush creeping into his cheeks. He hadn’t been embarrassed to admit needing to go, that was just part of being human, but having Bucky think he was such so pathetic he’d lose it in his pants was mortifying.

“Barton, get it together and hold it,” Natasha demanded.

“Where’s your sense of sympathy?” he demanded.

“Six. Stitches.”

[itsppttigrw]

         task one, a christmas tale !

Estar em frente das câmeras não era bom, Peter tinha um verdadeiro pavor de flashes, câmeras e pessoas lhe encarando, talvez sua síndrome de palco estivesse se estendendo para a vida cotidiana, porque quando foi obrigado a estar naquela entrevista, parecia que ia apagar ali mesmo. Maldita nata londrina. Malditos Pettigrew com sua fama podre. Mas não daria certo, de toda forma, porque não podia ser o único a não falar para a revista.

— Hi guys! Eu sou Peter Pettigrew e esse é meu meio Actually Me para a GQ British. Não sei se teremos coisas interessantes, mas vamos ver as perguntas que vocês fazem por aí ao me citar. 

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— Sendo bem sincero, nem sei se tem alguma pergunta me envolvendo… Mas se não tiver, alguém inventa alguma coisa pra não passar vergonha. — Um risinho escapou de si, apesar de ser verdade, porque Peter tinha grandes desconfianças de terceiros sabendo de sua existência.

[ @ yellow no twitter : na calada da noite fico me perguntando o que o peter vai fazer no final do ano. ]

— Tenho planos de beber vinho e ver filmes natalinos, mas sabemos que meus pais não vão deixar que isso aconteça. Mas se quiser passar o natal comigo, está convidada.

[ @ red no twitter : @ peppetter se você tivesse que assistir para sempre um único filme de natal qual seria? ]

— Não quero ninguém me zoando com essa, mas eu amo Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas e The Nightmare Before Christmas, duas animações que adoro e assistindo no natal tudo melhora. Não ia me importar em ver Mickey todo o natal, principalmente porque faço desde a minha infância.

[ @ green no twitter : qual a sua tradição preferida e mais odiada? ]

— Todas são odiadas, porque tradições me irritam por coisas pessoais. Gosto de enfeitar a árvore de natal, é divertido e decorar biscoitos de gengibre, agora que tenho minha sobrinha, posso continuar com isso… Odiada, com toda a certeza, é a merda do mistletoe, minha mãe tinha mania de espalhar pela casa toda e ficar enchendo minhas bochechas de beijo, contato físico me incomoda, quando é em excesso. 

[ @ white no twitter : você concorda que esse é um tempo de família ou prefere usar as férias pra cuidar do trabalho? ]

— Um pouco de cada, passo um tempo em família e o resto, cuido da minha vida, não o trabalho em si, já que trabalhar com os meus amigos é só diversão.

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— Deus me livre passar um tempo em família, da última vez, quase joguei meu prato no meu irmão e briguei com meu pai. Corta essa fala, não posso fazer intriga assim. — Os dedos imitaram uma tesoura enquanto dava risada.

[ @ black no twitter : peter pettigrew é o presente que pedi para o papai noel, se the marauders vier de brinde, melhor ainda. conta aí, peter, tem algum momento único de fim de ano com eles? ]

— Opa presente, é? — Direcionou o olhar para a câmera, piscando com um breve sorrisinho. — Único? Todos. Uma coisa que vocês precisam entender sobre a banda é que toda hora tem algo rolando, agora, falando do fim de ano… Não lembro algo tão concreto, mas uma vez, durante um brinde com todos alterados, minha taça foi esvaziada nas costas de alguém, sem citar nomes, porque não quero a pessoa lembrando e cobrando alguma coisa.

[ @ purple no twitter : tem alguma coisa que deseje mudar no seu ano? se sim, o que? ]

— Nada. Vou ser sincero com vocês, não sou o tipo de pessoa que fica remoendo mudanças do que passou, se errei ou passei vergonha, tá no passado e eu preciso trabalhar para melhorar. Prefiro passar por alguns momentos de novo, só pra rir.

[ @ gold no twitter : o melhor presente de natal que já ganhou? ]

— Podia falar algum brinquedo da infância, mas não lembro muito deles, não quero dar informação errada. Eu amo o homem aranha, não é surpresa para ninguém, tava navegando na internet e achei um kit de lego do homem aranha que juntando todos dava mais de 800 peças, mostrei, sem querer nada, pra minha mãe e ela me deu. Foi, tipo, ano passado. 

[ @ gray no twitter : chuva de perguntas pro fofinho @ peppetter : comida favorita pro natal? lugar favorito para passar as festas? cantar músicas natalinas ou usar suéter na frente de quem gosta? onde vai passar as festas esse ano? por que você saiu da banda e ficou no backstage, o que faz nele? ]

— Oh gosh, quantas perguntas! Sobre a banda, eu saí por timidez, todo mundo sabe, mas o que faço no backstage é segredo! Só os espíritos natalinos sabem e a própria banda. — O indicador ficou sobre os lábios, mostrando que, realmente, era um segredo. Ele não podia dar bandeira daquela forma. — Minha comida favorita, com toda a certeza, é roast potatoes e qualquer acompanhamento, porque tudo com batata fica bom. E minha mãe faz um molho de especiarias e ervas finas que fica perfeito com o prato. Casa da minha avó materna, quando ela era viva, ambas as famílias se juntavam na casa dela por ser grande, era tão divertido… Agora? Qualquer lugar com meus amigos ou pessoas queridas. Por que não juntar ambos? Gosto das músicas natalinas e dos suéteres, se a pessoa gostar mesmo de mim, vai aguentar isso. E para finalizar, esse ano, ainda não sei, esperando surgir oportunidades.

[ @ pink no twitter : fico me perguntando qual foi o melhor natal dos marauders & cia! ( todos os users citados ) ]

— Não posso responder por eles, mas o meu melhor natal foi o primeiro que passei sem minha família. Era adolescente, com meus amigos da época, antes de conhecer Sirius, Remus e James, eles me levaram para uma festa na casa de um deles e fui tão bem recebido, ali, também, foi o palco do meu primeiro PT. Também teve bolo, um dos melhores que já comi na vida.

[ @ gquk no twitter : para terminar, peter, o que, do começo do ano até agora, mudou dentro da sua vida? você prefere a pessoa que era em janeiro ou a pessoa que é agora? e você tem alguma meta para o próximo ano? ]

— Como estou chique, a GQ me mandando pergunta, vou ficar corado aqui. Muitas coisas mudaram, pode não parecer, mas cresci profissionalmente com meus próprios trabalhos que, infelizmente, não posso expor assim. E vi a banda chegar em níveis incríveis, tenho orgulho disso! Tive realizações pessoais também, metas que fiz nos anos anteriores e só consegui realizar agora, tudo por preguiça, sério, galera, eu não sirvo para fazer lista de metas e seguir fielmente… Tenho que fazer uma lista a longo prazo e ir adicionando coisas, conforme vou realizando ou lembrando, não sou um homem tão organizado assim. Para finalizar, deixo o melhor para o final, é óbvio que prefiro a pessoa de agora, que tomou na cara, que caiu, levantou, se envergonhou e comemorou. A pessoa que está calejada e pronta para o próximo ano, em janeiro, acho que tava muito cru e cheio de sonhos, como qualquer um fica, mas estou me preparando para ser diferente para 2023.

[ staff atrás da câmera : chegamos ao fim da sua entrevista, peter. agradecemos as respostas sinceras e desejamos ótimas festas para você e sua família. ]

— Agradeço o convite, GQ! Estava nervoso, mas até que gostei. Bom, pessoal, esse foi meu breve Actually Me especial de fim de ano. Boas festas a todos!

[womanexile]

Niall's has someone reaching the finals... youtu.be/YfMBdRBOpYg and will return with Reba, John & Gwen. Sidenote: Finalist covered Kodaline- they had a writing session with HS way back when. Dress kinda reminds me of TS Grammy dress from '21.

I was thinking that too about her dress. She was amazing.

[nomequedamas]

I'm still in shock. I was never the biggest One Direction fan, let alone Liam, but they were still apart of my childhood. I grew up hearing them seeing my friends who WERE huuuuuuge direcioners fangirl over them and trying to teach me the dances and learn the songs, enjoying their happiness over them...I'll always treasure those memories. So again, even though I wasn't their biggest fans, I think of 15 year old me having fun with her best friends and just being kids. RIP Liam and thanks for the memories

[burningstudio]

Moving out

I don't know who will see this, I'm just trying to lift a weight off my sholders, sorry for any bad grammer if you find any mistakes.

Tomarow I'm moveing out.

Wich is something I've been planing for about two months by now, but I honestly didn't think I would have to pack my bags and leave my family, leave everything behind and just go to never really come back, not if I can help it that is, and right now I'm geting crushed by the thought of it.I don't really know how to say this, it's just really hard for me to even think of what to say, but I don't know if I can do this.

I never really felt loved never acepted for who I was and always a disapointment, always being the forgoten one, never really being the priority of my mom who was just too busy keeping this family together to ever notice me and my problems even tho I was sent to a therapist many times, or my dad who's usually black out drunk, and very cold and abuseve when not, only spending time with me when his Buddy (my unckle) and my mom force him to, tho he always made it clear he sees me as a disapointment, a failer and just not masculin enouth to be his child, always makeing me feel bad for who I was and always makeing hurtfull comments in my direcion.

Tho it doesn't feel right to just run away from him and leave everything behind, I don't know what to do and I don't want to suffer anymore then I already did, I don't what else to do.

[imalsorettish]

Not sure if these count as schematics. im assuming schematics need numbers.

[Image desc: Concept art of a DIY pottery wheel with no electricity. It uses a pedal from a grinding stone to turn a cog that catches on the pottery wheel. The drawings have two different options: pegs on both the cog and the wheel so they connect, or slanted divots on the underside of the wheel so pegs could push them forward one direcion. the divots are angled to act as ramps so that the pegs can slide under them. It would also brake if turned the opposite way. End desc.]

[the3man]

Asteroids Postmortem

While working on the prototype I used basic spritesthat were included with the asteroids asset pack, including a player ship capable of rotating to face any direcion. While this is a simple asset is provided for a simple base that can be improved upon. If I were to improve upon it I would incorporate custom sprites, eith made by me or downloaded fro the asset store to be able to fit the zombie apocalypse theme. For the prototype, were various asteroids to avoid or destroy, being the main goal of the game., where colliding with the asteroids would cause the player to lose lives and restart. I carefully balanced difficulty so the player didnt get too overwhelmed with a large number of asteroids moving faster than the player, each asteroid has a different move speed and spawn rate to balance the game. I also noticed while creating the prototype that the game was very one dimensional, where its just to survive and nothing really changes, so I decided to add a score per asteroid destroyed, where the larger asteroid would give the lowest points, being the easiest to hit, and the smaller giving the most, this would allow the player to feel some sort of challenge and to be able to compete with friends to be able to see who can get the highest score and stay alive the longest. To ensure controls were easy for all users, I implemented simple mouse follow controls for movement, and the basic left click for shoot, to both follow common shooter games having shoot on left click and aim using the mouse movement and to make it so the game is playable with one hand.

To improve upon the game further, I decided to design some powerups, such as multi shot, fire rate up, spread shot, etc., and possible enemies, such as normal zombie, tank zombie, fast zombie, split zombie (killing it creates 2 new normal zombies where it died), to add more depth to the game. To extend the overall gameplay experience. This would provide players alot more gameplay while still keeping the core mechanics from the orignial asteroids concept and prototype, also allowing players to compete with each other and themselves for a highscore.

[invisiblestalkeruniverse]

In a moment I cherish, the first one I experienced - my being was brought into connection with spirit. The space and dimension, this location we were brought in, can no longer be accessed by any who try it, the knowledge is guarded and safely protected by the blue light I brought forth in creation. The blue dragon was given, all knowledge it needed - to understand the future in which I resided. When blue dragon opened up and transmitted a light into my essence, he broke all connection and ability to access it - that light of creation he once had in possession. He would not have, this knowledge of access - at any point in my life where i held this creation, this blue star, the light of protection, my blue light of creation  - to connect with the version it was when he held it. Alerted immediately before it could be manipulated, the blue light of love, light and power - knows if my essence is altered or damaged. It will now no longer follow and direcion any point in space, time and direction unless is spoken by voice or written in this space I hold it in. All of other aspects and beings who try to make it different or obey any aspect of their essence, regardless of whether iit s actually is any other layer of my being in creation. As soon anything tries to do this, blue light of creation, go forth into its essence or information to delete and destroy all it holds in it’s posession. All other being connected to that which is in question will also be searched and destroyed all knowledge and power it was ever given access. 

By the time I had left that place of existence, the blue dragon no longer held in his essence, any trace or connection to knowledge and secrets that would unveil that of what is held in creation. Those keys and codes are in some location, surrounded and protected by the blue light of creation, all references here on, and brought forth by my essence - is always connected to the light I created. Blue dragon ensured that from that moment on, the transformation of his spirit no longer had access or knowledge  - to reconnect with his old condition of existence. All knowledge and secrets, he previously could access, all points to those places in space, time and direction are blocked unless in the future I give him access. The blue light of creation, of which I have given - much knowledge and power will not be accessible to blue dragons essence or spirit the moment we leave this space of existence. My essence can connect with all parts of blue dragons spirit - no matter where it is because of this moment.

Any darkness or essence, that tried to connect with my conscious - has no ability or permission to connect with this blue creation. A light of pure unconditional love I envisioned, it always had the knowledge and information to push out all darkness that tried to invade it. Even if any entity tried to connect by an angel who moved through space and time like this light did - can not be given the knowledge on how to connect and control it. In fact all angels are directed to listen to my voice as I speak it and push out any beings of darkness in which is has come into contact.

[matriegler]

@elliebass

Só notou o quanto a interação com Jason deixou Mat transtornado quando já estavam dentro do elevador. Ela o observou antes de responder. “Not exactly… we’re not forcing anything, we just decided to be seen together so people believe that there’s nothing wrong between us. Which is complete bullshit, of course, but some are buying it. It’s a…” Ellie riu, exasperada. “It’s a very strange time to visit, the one you’ve picked. But I’m so, sooo grateful.” O elevador abriu e a SUV preta já os esperava, os saltos de Ellie ecoando contra o piso do estacionamento. “Where to, ma’am?” Victor, seu motorista questionou. “Home, Vi. Just avoid busy roads, please.”

Somente naquele momento Ellie parece ter notado que Mat falava sério em relação a Jason Noir. Ele não gostou da resposta, apesar de ser meio óbvia, especialmente a parte de que não tinha escolhido a época certa para aparecer. Matías retomou o assunto dentro do carro, depois que Elizabeth deu as instruções ao motorista. Ela lembrou a ele os personagens de Gossip Girl, na primeira e única temporada que aceitou assistir com ela quando namoravam. "I'm sorry, I should've called first." Mat direcionou um olhar ao motorista depois de ajeitar sua mochila nos pés. Será que podiam falar qualquer coisa na frente dele?

[iconsfinder]

[undertheniall]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ❤️️❤️️❤️️

[sandcrumbs]

Harry Styles: 2013 / 2020