Salvio Hexia, Protego Totalum. Protego Maxima. Fianto Duri. Repello Inimicum...
"Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above."~Gia Carangi
Memory is a selection of images. Some elusive, others printed indelibly on the brain. Each image is like a thread. Each thread woven together to make a tapestry of intricate texture and the tapestry tells a story and the story is our past. ~From "Eve's Bayou"
"The soul is a veiled light. Neglect it, and it will dim and die,, fuel it with the sacred oil of love, and it will burn with an immortal flame. (Sung at the temples of Amun-Ra)" ~ From the cover of Andreas Vollenweider's "White Winds"
"By any means necessary"~ Malcolm X
IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE PHLOCHTE IS REAL...THERE'S THE DOOR.
IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE LARRY IS REAL...THERE'S THE DOOR.
IF YOU LIKE ELEANOR, YOU'RE GONNA WANNA LEAVE. PLEASE DO SO, THANK YOU.
Pairing: Harry/Louis/Edward or Styles Twins/Louis or Larry Stylinson/Edward Styles
A/N: I received 4 similar requests so I just put them all in one filthy one shot. So basically, it’s just the Styles Twins having some fun with Louis.
P.S. forgive me for my poor titling and smut skills.
Everything is smut and nothing hurts.
Warning: ‘Twincest’; Smut; Styles Twins; A bit fluffy and sweet.
And for the love of god, if you don’t want to read it, fine, but don’t come in my ask on anon being an asshat.
Nightmares were Edward’s weak spot. Nightly, sometimes, he’d be jarred awake in a cold sweat, eyes watery, even sick to his stomach in fear.
Harry hated that: hated hearing the stifled sobs that rippled through his twin. They had this connection, and when his brother hurt, he hurt, and vice-versa. It wasn’t something that could be shook off, or hidden, so from the time they were 7, when the dreams started, even they were 12, and the terror overcame the slightly older boy, Harry would be ready.
Harry closed his eyes, burying his nose in Edward’s neck, sniffing his twins’ delicious scent. Edward’s warmth made him relax and tense at the same time. Harry was so close, but he didn’t want to move.
He pressed a small kiss onto Edward’s soft skin. Edward shivered.
“What are you doing?” he asked his brother, not knowing whether to stop Harry or let him continue. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time.
The only two minutes older lad pressed another kiss on his skin, now by his jawline and smiled against it. “I love you, Edward.”
“I love you too, Harry, but not like this- I mean- We can’t-“
“Ssssh just relax, it’ll feel right if you just…” Harry opened the first button of Edwards’ vest, “let me…”, he trailed a path onto his brother’s naked shoulder, feeling the goosebumps, “make you” he pecked Edwards lips and moved only one centimeter away from his pink lips, “feel good.”
And there I stood, in front of the window, watching as Harry and Edward made each other feel more than good, and I giggled spasmodically as I fell of the ladder and climbed back up.
Excuse me but I’m bored and can’t edit atm because my mom is still on my laptop