#Photo prompt

[thefifthsister]

Castlemas '23 #10: Fill This Home Season Seven

She sits, fingers stroking the keys and her voice gently carressing the melody. She always thinks she's left this part of her life behind but every once in a while the piano calls to her and at Christmas she's filled with memories of a young boy, dancing in their small apartment, of the Christmases her small granddaughter would sit at her side and ask her for carols.

She loves this time. The lights of the tree twinkling, the warmth of her home, her family.

"Martha, that was really lovely," she hears, turns to see her daughter-in-law leaning in the doorway of the office.

"Oh darling, I didn't know you were home," she moves to tidy up her sheet music, meaning to close the lids on the keys but Kate stops her.

"No, don't stop on my account," Kate urges. "I was just in the bath. But please. continue. I've never really had a chance to hear you play. This place is always so chaotic."

Martha grins, acknowledges that fact. "I don't play all that often. But I thought I was home alone and tonight, it just felt..."

"Right? I think I know what you mean," Kate nods. "Something feels different this year."

"The family feels a little more whole," Martha smiles. "Reminds me of the first Christmas Alexis was big enough to understand what was happening. Richard was so excited. And we sat around the piano for ages, entertaining her with songs. Sometimes its hard to believe she's a young woman now."

Kate smiles. "Would you... would you mind playing that one again? I always loved that one when I was little."

Martha looks at her, sees the sudden weariness, the little bit of vulnerability she's starting to recognise with Kate letting her guard down.

"Why don't you grab us a couple of glasses of wine while I play this? Maybe you can help me pick out the numbers I need for my class this week?"

Kate smiles. "Sure Martha."

#castlemas 23 #castle fanfic #my fanfic #photo prompt #kate beckett #martha rodgers

[beatleskinkmeme]

Public groping inspired by this picture of Paul with his hand on John's waist. Submissive john

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#prompts #mclennon #john and paul #john #paul #photo prompt

[karmaalwayswins]

Writing Prompts: November 12, 2023

"There's a bear in the backyard."

Iridescence.

Three dozen Marilyns.

"Crepes give me the creeps."

Useful unsolicited advice.

Joy caused by a fuzzy striped shirt.

Indigo.

"My boss just got indicted."

Apple, bottle, knife.

"There's a dead body in the kitchen."

Bonus Photo Prompt:

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins

#writing prompts #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #poetryportal #kneipho #seaside writings #promptrepository #prompt list #photo prompt #not sure how to tag my own posts at this point

[bitchin-beskar]

i can't link The Post but i found this

First Kiss

Rating: M Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: First kiss between best friends, inherent attraction that comes with that, unresolved (for now) sexual tension, lil bit of grinding/groping over the clothes Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Ok so @catsnkooks sent me this post and @maybege reblogged it too, so I reblogged it from her, if you wanna look for it it's under the tag #car!paz vibes. But the gif above is from the post, to give u a little hint of what we're working with. This takes place back when Paz and Bunny are still in high school, so before anything I've posted so far and before the first chapter of The Roommate Arrangement which will be posted very soon 😏 So this is before Paz and Bunny have started having sex, and before they're even in college.

"It's so frustrating!" You moaned, flopping back dramatically on your best friend's bed. "I swear, I've gotta be the only one!"

"Now you're jus' being dramatic, rabbit."

You rolled your head to the side, shooting a glare at the back of your best friend's head from where he sat on the floor by the headboard, his back leaning against the mattress.

"I am not Paz." You whined petulantly. "I've gotta be the only girl at our school who hasn't had her first kiss yet. I'm a junior for Maker's sake! It's embarrassing."

He'd been fiddling with something in his hands, but he set it down and turned to rest his shoulder against the mattress, looking at you with his gorgeous green eyes. His dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving him a boyish look even though puberty had very clearly marked him as a man now.

"This is really botherin' you, huh?"

You huffed, rolling your head back to look up at his ceiling, eyeing the glow in the dark stars the two of you had put up years and years ago. You let the silence hang for a moment, before you sighed, unable to keep anything from him, like always.

"My sister was bitchin' at me about it," you muttered, a small frown on your face. "I dunno how she knows, but she does. Keeps makin' fun of me." You sniffed, trying very hard to hold back tears.

Paz said your name softly, but you resolutely refused to look at him. He was right, you were being dramatic, it was such a stupid thing to be upset about.

"Rabbit, look at me."

There were gentle fingers on your chin, turning your face to see Paz kneeling at the side of his bed, his face soft and concerned. Your tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks and he sighed softly.

"C'mere, you."

You scrambled off the bed and into his waiting arms, legs landing on either side of his thighs as you settled in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the fabric of his hoodie. His own arms came up to wrap around your back, holding you securely against him as you stifled sobs in his arms.

He didn't say anything, just softly rubbed your back while you let out the bottled up hurt from your sister's cruel words. Paz was no stranger to comforting you when your family spit cruel barbs or harsh words, their insults always working their way under your skin and settling like weights, holding you down like an anchor when you're trying to not drown at sea.

You sniffled, pulling back and rubbing at your eyes to get rid of the last of your tears. You hated crying, but Paz never made you feel lesser for it. He never judged, or made fun, unlike your family.

His fingers were warm and sure against your cheek, tilting your head up slightly to look at him. He had a determined look on his face, the kind you'd seen whenever he'd set his mind to something that he wanted desperately to accomplish.

"Do you want it?"

A crease appeared between your brows, and you tilted your head slightly. "Do I want what?"

"Your first kiss."

You blinked. Was he not listening to you? You'd just told him–

"Cause if that's what you want, I can give it to you."

Freezing, you stared at Paz with wide eyes. He can't have possibly just suggested what you thought he did. Sure, he was your best friend, but offering to be your first kiss, that had to be crossing some kind of line, right?

Although, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that if there was anyone you trusted with something as important as a first kiss, it'd be Paz. He'd been by your side your whole life, a steady, reassuring presence. And you may have wondered what it'd be like, to kiss him. He'd had girlfriends before, and you'd heard whispers in the halls. So sue you for being curious.

"A-Are you serious?" You asked, voice breaking slightly. You already knew the answer, it was written plain on his face.

He answered you anyways.

"Of course I'm serious, rabbit. I promise I'll make it good for ya."

You gulped. Maker, were you really considering this? Your mind was screaming at you that this was a bad idea, a horrible one even, that the only thing that could come from this was a ruined relationship with your best friend. But your heart wasn’t listening, and your heart is what answered for you.

"Okay," you whispered, wide eyes flittering over Paz's face, watching very closely for his reaction. You were hoping, praying, that this wasn't some kind of cruel trick.

He smiled, all teeth, a little crooked, but beautiful. This was your best friend, and you trusted him with everything. You didn't have anything to worry about.

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing gently against your own, his nose brushing yours, his eyes dropping to stare at your lips before they fluttered shut, and then he was kissing you.

His fingers spread wide against your cheek, gently tilting your head back as he pressed his lips to yours, gentle, like the kiss of a butterfly's wings. Your eyes were hooded, but still open, unable to close them for fear of him disappearing if you did, like a mirage, or a whisper of a dream.

All too soon he pulled back, and your lips parted slightly as though to complain or maybe to beg him to do it again. You didn't get the chance when he pressed back in, his tongue peeking out from between his lips and darting briefly between your parted lips, flicking up to brush over your upper lip.

Your breathing was shaky, eyes still partially open even as Paz's stayed shut, his nose brushing repeatedly against yours as his tongue painted your lips with a glossy sheen of his saliva.

He pressed his mouth fully to yours again, the kiss much wetter now, the sound of his lips sliding against yours audible in the stillness of his room. It felt like time was suspended and the two of you were floating inside a bubble, and that the tiniest interruption could shatter this perfect moment.

Paz pulled away again, gripping your face between his forefinger on your cheek and thumb against your jaw as he tilted your head the opposite way and leaned back in. This time, you let your own eyes flutter shut, wanting to fully immerse yourself in the feeling of your first kiss.

He kept kissing you and then pulling back, like he was testing the waters, and you were growing more desperate, longing for something more, but you didn't know what.

Then, Paz crooked a finger under your chin and slowly parted your lips again with the soft press of his thumb. When he sealed his mouth over yours he let his tongue dart inside. He didn't pull away this time, instead tilting his head more and slotting his mouth more fully against yours. At the first flutter of your tongue against his, tentatively reaching out to meet him partway, he groaned deep in his chest.

Abruptly, the arm he had banded around your waist hauled you forward, so close that there was no space left between your bodies. His waist was cradled in the vee of your thighs, and the pressure between your legs caused a soft noise to escape your throat.

Paz slid his other hand that wasn't tangled in the fabric of your shirt around to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. He used his new grip to tilt your head further to the side, further opening you up to him. The feeling of someone else's tongue in your mouth was definitely different, but you could taste the sweetness of the vanilla milkshake Paz'd had after school, and another underlying taste that had to be purely him. It was far more intoxicating than you were expecting.

Truly, the sounds were far more obscene than you thought they'd be, and you were feeling a strange tingling in your gut. Unconsciously, you ground your hips in a little circle, trying to relieve some of the tension. The action made Paz jerk his head back and stop kissing you for a moment to let out a moan, the sound sending bolts of pure heat through your veins. You repeated the motion, desperately wanting to hear that noise from his lips again.

The growl that Paz let out when you brushed over the rapidly hardening bulge in his sweats was purely animalistic and unlike any noise you'd ever heard him make before. He surged forward to kiss you again, even as his hands fell to your hips to pull you down more firmly into his lap. Your own hands gripped tight to the front of his sweatshirt, eagerly opening your mouth this time, not waiting for him to try and coax you to open up again.

Your head was spinning, the lack of oxygen and the heady feeling of Paz's taste on your tongue sending you further into a state of bliss. You couldn't concentrate on anything except for the press of his body against yours, his hands hot and heavy on your hips, his lips sliding wetly against your own.

The loud slam of the front door from downstairs made both you and Paz startle slightly, and Paz's lips separated from yours with an obscenely wet pop! that you knew you'd be replaying in your head for days to come. Your eyes fluttered open to see him studying your face with an inscrutable look. But when your eyes connected with his, his expression softened, and he cupped your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek.

You were still out of breath, your head still clouded by the fog that had overtaken you, but you also felt a pure joy bubbling in your stomach. Your lack of a first kiss had been weighing on you far more than you wanted to let on, but you should've known Paz wasn't going to let you wallow in self-pity if he could help it.

Unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to press a small, chaste kiss against Paz's lips, a barely there brush of skin, him barely having the chance to exhale before you were backing away and sliding off of his lap.

"Thank you, Paz," you said, a genuine smile on your face as you turned to clamber back up onto his bed where your neglected homework lay.

With your back to him, you missed the pained look of longing that flashed across his features before he schooled them back into that cocksure, attitude filled look, a smirk on his lips.

"No problem, rabbit. No problem at all."

Here's the link to the post that inspired this ask!!

#car!paz #car!paz au #college!athlete!roommate!paz vibes #college!athlete!roommate!paz #the roommate agreement drabble #paz vizsla #reader #fem!reader #paz vizsla x reader #drabble #ask #asked and answered #photo prompt #mutuals #mutuals and friends

[whatwevegot]

#write that fanfic I dare you #I feel like that’s a potential angsty scene #write that fanfic #writing prompt #wlw #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #sapphic #fanfiction #photo prompt #wenclair canon #bts

[djhenryhall]

Water Water Everywhere - Dolphins

We came across these magnificent Dolphins along the South African coastline.

During our quest for migratory sardines off the coast of South Africa, we had a delightful encounter with a group of dolphins. This post was inspired by Photos by Jez’s Water Water Everywhere photo challenge.

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#Dolphins #ecotourism #Nature #photo challenge #Photo prompt #Photography #sardine run #sea life #swimming with dolphins #water water everywhere #wildlife

[promptsausandshit]

Picture this; #475

Souls take many shapes and forms, but beware what you claim, their appearance may be decieving.

#alternative universe #art prompt #au #drawing prompt #fanfiction prompt #writing ideas #writing prompt #art ideas #prompt #prompts #promptsausandshit #image prompt #image #photo #photo prompt #jewellery #trinkets #fantasy #soul #potential fantasy #potential horror #potential supernatural #potential cursed item #potential living object

[that-peanutbutter-lady-blog]

Harmony Aesthetic

Harry and Hermione visual prompt.

#Harry Potter #harry x hermione #harmony #fanfic #ships #aesthetic #collage #photo prompt

[jhalya]

Point of no return: Thorn in my side

This one goes to @sabraeal who was kind enough to photo-prompt me and clever enough to come up with Hiro!

#obiyuki #photo prompt #ask #lemony #canon au #established relationship #hiro makes a wild appearance

[silvanshadow]

Galladrabbles: Picture Prompt

Thank you to @galladrabbles and @look-i-love-u for this lovely picture prompt:

Continuing my fantasy AU!

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The Sellsword and the Mage, Part 6

Multicolor starbursts flash behind Ian’s eyes. Rosettes of every hue. It’s something he rarely experiences when calling upon his magic. And only ever happens when his spell is directed at Mickey.

Even when he was Mickey’s target. Before realization, and love, and a changing for the better, Ian would see those bursts with each spell. It was the first sign that there was something special between them.

Now he presses his lips to Mickey’s brow as healing magic flows through his hands. The rosettes pulse bright then fade as the wound heals.

“All better now,” Ian whispers against precious skin.

#galladrabbles #photo prompt #gallavich fan fic #gallavich #the sellsword and the mage

[fina-foto]

Photo Talk

Isn't it weird that, on a website where it can be made so easy, there don't seem to be any posts related to photography talks? Critiques? The sharing of ideas? Group projects? I don't mean COMPETITIONS, although those are fine, but shouldn't there be a bigger community of photographers sharing work, talking, connecting, from around the world? I made this blog trying to find that. I want to share other people's work not just my own, and see comments and opinions of the work, etc etc. But when I look for other people it seems a little...non-existent.

Maybe I just haven't looked right.

#photography #photoshoot #fotografia #fotografía original #fotos tumblr #photo blog #photo tumblr #photo talk #photo critique #fine art photography #artist talk #photo prompt #photo project

[thefifthsister]

Castlemas '23 #7: Scenic

Post Series

"Mommy, they tryna kiss me!" Reece giggles.

"I see that baby," Kate smiles at his excitement. "You wanna say hello?"

"Hewwo," Reece mutters, holding out the carrot he had for them. "Are yous gonna be bwinging Santa to my house?"

"If you're good," Castle reminds him, helping Jake and Lily with their carrots.

"I been so good," Jake assures him.

"Me too," Lily tells the reindeer. "More than my brothers." She whispers, but still loud enough that her parents catch the quip, share a smirk.

"Do you like jus' carrots? Do you want my brocoli?" Reece offers.

Kate laughs. "Sorry peanut, you're not getting out of eating your veggies."

Her little boy huffs but takes another carrot, holding it out for eager chomps, Kate making sure his fingers stay away from their teeth.

"Daddy, you got to tell them how to get to our house," Jake reminds his father.

"Don't worry buddy," Castle assures him. "Santa has a GPS like we have in our car."

"But you still get lost," Lily points out, much to amusement of her mother.

"Santa will actually use his," Kate promises. "Daddy likes adventure."

"Scenic, Kate, scenic route," Castle corrects.

#castlemas 23 #castle fanfic #my fanfic #photo prompt #kate beckett #richard castle #lily castle #jake castle #reece castle

[beatleskinkmeme]

Since my dash decided to ruin my life with photos of John and Paul baking bread: The Great British Bake-off rivals to lovers AU.

#prompts #john and paul #mclennon #john #paul #au #photo prompt

[karmaalwayswins]

Writing Prompts: December 3, 2023

"I failed my philosophy class."

Mint green cups, electric blue plates.

Broccoli.

Antiemetic.

"Get moving." / "I hate moving."

Pittsburgh, 2016.

A forgetful tailor.

"Someone stole my luggage."

Nine kids, one cookie.

"Don't step on the worm."

Bonus Photo Prompt:

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins

#writing prompts #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #poetryportal #kneipho #seaside writings #promptrepository #prompt list #photo prompt #not sure how to tag my own posts at this point

[inevitablemoment]

My Imagination Sees You Like A Painting (Cathlegon Drabble Series - Ch. 1)

Word Count: 296

Warnings: None

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Original Female Character(s)

After rewatching Ghostbusters II last night, I found that my muse for this fandom has struck me again, so I thought I’d do these drabbles based off of some photos that I saved to my computer, telling the stories of these moments in time told by Egon Spengler’s camera in the universe where Cathleen (Callie’s mother in my headcanons) survives.

Enjoy!

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Hanukkah 1987

“Did you have a good night, Callie?” Cathleen asked her daughter as she sat down on the couch in her brother-in-law’s living room, wrapping an arm around her.

“Yeah!” Callie exclaimed, hugging one of her gifts, a plush Tasmanian Devil, tightly. “Did you like the cookies that I helped Bubbie make?”

“Yes, lovely-- though I think your daddy loved them more,” Cathleen remarked, looking to where Egon was working to put together his new camera.

“How early are we leaving tomorrow?” Callie asked.

“Well, we need to wake up around six-thirty...” Cathleen began to run through the plan in her head. “Pack up some of the stuff on my last-minute list, make breakfast... and we should be on our way home by eight.”

“Okay,” Callie nodded, beginning to yawn.

Cathleen smiled. “And getting up early means that you should be getting to bed right about now.”

“Mommy,” Callie began to protest, even as she yawned again.

“Callie, sweetie, like I said, we’re getting up at six-thirty,” Cathleen told her gently, barely finishing her sentence before she began yawning as well. “I’m getting tired, too. So, bath, teeth, story, and bed.”

“Wait a minute!”

The abrupt change in demeanor from her husband was enough to wake Cathleen up as Egon rushed towards them, the camera in his hands.

“I finally have this set up, and I want to try it out,” he explained. “This’ll just be a quick shot.”

Cathleen nodded. “Sure.”

She leaned down towards Callie. “Smile for Daddy, sweetie.”

Callie into her mother, ducking her head and smiling in a coquettish way, reminding Cathleen of a picture that she had seen of Princess Diana. Cathleen gave a similar, close-lipped smile, though that was more to keep herself from laughing than anything else.

CLICK!

#Ghostbusters #Ghostbusters Fic #Cathleen Spengler #Cathleen Paige #Cathleen Paige Spengler #Egon Spengler #Callie Spengler #Cathlegon #OC: Cathleen Paige Spengler #Egon x Cathleen #Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige #I Want To Know Your Story #Cathleen Lives AU #My Imagination Sees You Like A Painting #Drabble #Drabble Series #OC: As Long As You're By My Side #Picture Prompt #Photo Prompt

[theresawritesstuff]

photo prompt

"You know these things are terrible for you, right?" Esther chided lightly, plucking the cigarette from his hand as he turned her around the dance floor.

Lenny chuckled. "Your brother didn't seem to mind."

"He just got married. He's preoccupied." She glanced over at Ethan as he spun his bride around on his arm. "Besides, if Mama hadn't talked him out of it we'd be having this reception in that dingie club downtown."

He smirked.

Midge had certainly had opinions on the wedding plans.

"I can think of worse venues. Why the sudden interest in my health? Thinking of ditching the law degree for a scalpel?"

"I just want to make sure you're still around and kicking when it comes time to walk me down the aisle."

Lenny blinked at his stepdaughter. "I... Es, you know I'd love to. But what about your dad?"

"You are my dad," she insisted. "Have been more than Pop ever has since I was two."

It was true, but for the sake of peace Lenny tried not to disparage Joel too much in front of the kids. Out loud...

"Besides, you're still taller than I am so I can wear heals if I want," she added flippantly.

Lenny smiled softly, kissing her forehead.

"Just tell me when to show and what to wear and I'm there, kiddo."

He smirked, retrieving the his cigarette from her as the song finished. "I take it that date Grandma Rose set up for you last month went well."

"Not that well," Esther laughed. "...His name is Tom. I'm not rushing off to pick a dress or anything. But I like him."

Lenny smiled, hugging her around the shoulders.."That's what counts."

#Lenny and Esther #Photo prompt #Midgelenny