"I know his ass don't eat no banana"
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.
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“Mr. Lochte goes to Washington… JEAH!”
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WWRLD screenshots part 2!!
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Warning: threesome, twincest, double penetration (oh God, I think I just scared away three quarters of my followers)
Summary: The Styles twins play out Louis’ favorite fantasy. Inspired by RockitRocket’s smutlicious fanart here. (NSFW)
I AM DEAD
Pairing: Harry/Louis/Edward or Styles Twins/Louis or Larry Stylinson/Edward StylesFill to these prompts: x, x, x, x
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.
Excuse me.
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.
Summary: Harry and Edward deal with the aftermath of the previous night.
Pairing: Harry/Edward
Content: mature, warnings for incest.
AN: hope you guys like it :) apologies as always for any american slang.
Nightmare
Words: 453
Parings: Harry/Edward
Warnings: Slash and Incest. Don’t like it? Don’t read it.
ADSFHKLMGDWSGHVFBOM
cold coffee: a styles twins one-shot
edward sat in the corner booth of the coffee shop, twirling his pen through his fingers. he stared intently at his paper, biting his lower lip softly as thoughts ran through his mind. a flashing light beside him stole his attention away from the empty notebook page. It was a text from Harry.
“Hey mate want me to refill you cup for you?” Someone asked, and Edward glanced up. A boy with a green apron wrapped around him raised an eyebrow and lifted up the jug of coffee as though to say well do you? Edward gave a slight nod and turned back to his phone as the sound of coffee being poured into his cup droned on in the background. Hey mate I’m sorry but I’m not going to be able to make it, the text said. Edward frowned.
But I need you here. you’re my inspiration. he texted back quickly. He places his phone down and clasped his hands together and laid his forehead against them, a long sigh escaping his mouth. his phone flashed again. He picked it up, slightly annoyed with his brother. why wasn’t he able to come? I’m sorry, Eddy. Edward put down his phone.
For several minutes Edward’s coffee was untouched. crumbled paper flew like airplanes across the store, falling lifelessly to the floor and the boy behind the counter gave a quick, “Aye!” Edward sighed and slammed down his pen. nothing was working. his magic was gone. nothing felt right. he felt like burning his notebook. he sat back and stared at it from across the table with a hardened gaze.
Edward heard the chime of the door opening and closing and a lot of huffing and puffing. he decided just to ignore it, until something blocked his light. He looked up annoyed, but his expression quickly changed when he realized it was Harry. “Harry what are you doing-“
“I’m your inspiration.” Harry said, cutting edward off, out of breath. “I had to be here.”
Edward smiled as Harry slid into the seat across from him.
“Now write me a masterpiece,” Harry smirked before taking a sip of Edward’s coffee. - (a short one shot written by rae)
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.
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Excuse me but I’m bored and can’t edit atm because my mom is still on my laptopxx Elise
That green iris that I could only see when I’m looking at a mirror, now is looking at me from the face of that boy. But then I realized. It was not only my eyes, he also had my nose, my mouth, and he was even wearing a beanie like me a few minutes, which went out a single curl on his forehead….
Just a few things.
1. It’s crap
2.Harold calls him Boobear. Edward calls him Loubear. Louis calls Harry Haz and Edward Teddy. :D
3.It’s crap
4.I’m American, so if any British slang is used incorrectly, feel free to eat the pizza sitting in my fridge that I’ve been craving.
5.It’s crap.
/DKJFN/dsklfjKNDAGKf:ladGLMDF. SOBBING. OMFG.
