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michellesmusing · 17 days

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August 31st 1999

It was Miss Callaway’s first day of school and her birthday, she had just turned 14 years old… How thrilling thought the teenage girl as she put her earbuds in her ears and listened to “Doctor Jones” from the Swedish band Aqua. She was nervous as she stepped out of the yellow bus, trying to ignore the other students crossing her path. A New year, a new Start, easier said than done, she told herself.

She quickly felt the curious eyes from the teenagers standing near the entrances of the high school. Michelle sighed deeply, knowing well what would await her again. She was small, and had short pale blonde hair, which got her the not so flattering nicknames Q-tips or Whitey like the Albinos guy in “Me, Myself & Irene” a movie that had hit the big screen during the summer vacations. Michelle wasn’t an albino, she just had pale blonde hair and blue gray eyes, but hey, that’s what happens when you're different.

She finally gathered herself inside the school building, wondering where her friend Dominic was. He had told her the week before that they were having a certain Mister Antun Zeljković as their homeroom teacher, which meant that if they had the same homeroom teacher, they would be in the same classes during the whole year. They were actually group #406. How cool it was, thought Michelle.

She yet couldn’t see her friend, perhaps he was sick? She knew that he had been away the whole week with his parents, probably away in vacation before returning to school. Michelle shyly walked to her school locker and unpacked her stuff from her school bag. The girl next to her looked at Michelle before turning around to her other friend and whispered something inaudible by Michelle.

Miss Callaway rolled up her eyes, as she knew she’d have to deal with those biatches again. That’s when Michelle decided to take off her earbuds and put her Sony CD walkman in her locker case, aware that it was prohibited during the classes. Michelle rummaged through her school bag for the information of her first class with their headroom teacher and for some reasons, Michelle had no idea where was classroom #709

“I’m sorry, you know where is classroom # 709?” The blonde teenage girl asked the girls next to her where was located classroom #709, but the only response Michelle got from the girls were mocking smirks before the girls closed their locker and walked away, not even answering Michelle’s question.

“Thank you….” She grabbed her pencil case and a writing book before going upstairs on the second floor where she would ask about the classroom at the students info booth. The woman at the Kiosk even offered to walk her up to her classroom, but Michelle thanked her and said that she probably find the classroom with the clear indications from the Kiosk Lady…. Yeah, Michelle indeed found the classroom, like 15 minutes later. Talk about a way to be noticed. If there was a thing Michelle hated, was to be the center of attention, but once again, she failed at making herself invisible as Michelle strolled inside classroom #709.

There was a tall man standing in front of the chalkboard, writing something with his right hand.

“Oh!” The teacher looked surprised to see her and this is when Michelle narrowed his eyes as she spotted her friend in the back of the classroom. She had this puzzled look on her face, wondering why she hadn’t seen him downstairs.

“Michelle Callaway?” The teacher asked her name as he put down the chalk and went back to his desk to check the name of the “absent” student.

“Yes, it’s me…” And of course, one of the students had to make a Q-Tips joke which didn’t amuse her at all.

“It’s Q-Tips sir…” Michelle sighed loudly, not shying away from displaying her irritation concerning that nickname.

“Wow, as if I hadn’t heard it before.”

“Mister..Bobby, I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior in my class. Respect or else you won’t even finish the year on that chair… Please Michelle, you can sit at this desk.” Michelle smirked as the male teacher warned Bobby of the consequences of his mocking attitude toward her. The male teacher gestured at the empty school desk for Michelle, and it was right at the front of the teacher’s desk. Looks like nobody wanted that place… She didn’t really care at this point. She just wanted to sit down and be as invisible as she could.

That teacher was so tall, thought Michelle, she couldn’t really tell how tall he was, but he was certainly over 6’2” for sure and his voice was captivating. Of course her blue eyes were fixed on that dark haired man in a burgundy sweater. Michelle wasn't interested in guys of her age as little Michelle had always been attracted toward men old enough to be her father...

Michelle turned her head around toward Dominic while raising an eyebrow at him.

“Where were you?” She whispered, but her friend was too far away to hear her. That’s when Antun, the teacher, demanded Michelle to stay silent.

“Miss Callaway, when I’m talking, I wish to have silence in the classroom, thank you!” The sternly tone of voice he used turned her cheeks as red as his sweater. The skin on her face was quite pale and when she blushed, it became quite obvious… She gulped and kept her head fixed on the chalkboard as their headroom teacher explained what the year would look like. She had barely slept last night and as the hour passed by, Michelle only dreamed of sleeping. Unfortunately the day was just starting.

Finally! Saved by the bell as the school bell echoed through the entire building. Michelle rushed at packing her pencil case and grabbed her writing book. She was on her way to stand up, but Antun asked her to stay. He wanted to speak to her, alone.

Panic quickly built inside of her, wondering what she had done wrong. She sat back at her desk and her blue eyes were glued on the teacher that took place on his chair at his desk. She fidgeted with her fingers and tried to control herself as she felt tears coming up to her eyes.

Antun waited for all the students to leave the classroom, and Michelle grew more nervous as she found herself with this male teacher. She was very anxious, thinking that the teacher was going to scold her for arriving late.

It didn’t take long that tears brushed the surface of her blue eyes.

“Alright, we’re alone now, just like I was explaining the students before you arrived…” The teacher paused and narrowed his eyes at Michelle, a bit confused.

“Are you crying?” Michelle quickly shook the head and responded “No!”

“No, I’m not…I’m ok..” She was so bad at lying.

“Ok, I just wanted to make sure! Like I was explaining, I would like to organize a trip to Vancouver in 6 months, which would give you plenty of time to save money by selling Chocolate bars and contributing to activities to earn money.” Michelle nodded, agreeing with him, but quite frankly she couldn’t care less about this trip by now…Something else had caught her attention and for the first time in her life, Michelle was experiencing the scent of an expensive perfume coming from a man; a combination of musk, oakmoss, ambergris, and vanilla rounding out the fragrance. It’s not as if Michelle could really name all the scents from the perfume, but it was just captivating, and comforting.

“By the way I’m Antun Zeljković, but you probably saw my name on the chalkboard, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher for the whole year. I’m responsible of this group of students, so everything concerning parents meetings and concerns, that’s me!” He flashed her a smile, displaying his white teeth and Michelle smiled in return as well.

“Ok, that’s fine… Nice to meet you. Can I go now?” Michelle was a shy teenager and especially in the presence of a tall and handsome teacher like Mister Zeljkovic, hell she didn’t even know how to pronounce his last name. It didn’t sound American at all and quite frankly she liked it. Antun nodded at her and allowed to leave the classroom.

“Sure, you can go. Have a nice day Miss Callaway!” Michelle left the class in a hurry and ran in the school hall, hoping to find her friend Dominic… As Antun was getting ready to erase his chalkboard for the next class to come, he noticed that Michelle had forgotten a big pen on her school desk. As he approached the desk, he quickly realized that it was an insulin pen with her named written on it on a sticking label. He checked through his schedule to see what was his main class next’s course and it was Spanish class with Mrs Straton. He knew he had students for his next class that began to gather themselves inside the class and Antun had to excuse himself as he didn’t want Michelle to look for her insulin pen. He walked as fast as he could to Mrs Straton’s class and entered in there, quickly spotting Michelle.

“Miss Callaway, you forgot your insulin!” Michelle turned around as she was speaking with her friend Dominic and was a bit shocked to see she had forgotten her insulin pen.

“OhHh! Thank you!” Antun put down the pen on her school desk and quickly left the class, saying goodbye to the teacher. That’s when her friend Dominic noticed the redness plastered all over her face.

“What’s going on with your face??” She caught his smirk on his lips and Michelle pretended that everything was fine.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine…” Michelle was lying to the wrong person. Dominic had known her since they were 4 years old and knew her penchant for older men like Antun. He was tall, he looked to be in shape and his piercing blue eyes were contrasting with his dark hair, and he had such a comforting voice.

“Uh uh, don’t lie to me…Anyway, I won’t say a word, but you sure seem to be nervous around our headroom teacher!” Dominic winked at her, and Michelle groaned at Dominic.

“Shut up!!!” She turned around, getting herself ready for the Spanish class, completely ignoring what the teacher was telling. Her mind was lost somewhere else…

#goran visnjic #goran višnjić #gorgeous goran #I could only imagine myself being 14 years old and having Goran as my headroom teacher lol

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ashiqui · 1 year

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today, i want to live.

ellen bass, the thing is / you won’t be alone (2022), dir. goran stolevski (x) / kait rokowski, a good day / @alecstasy (x) / mary oliver, spring / joseph lorusso / hernan bas, the start of something new / marie howe, what the living do / andrea gibson, birthday / @helenfrankenthaler / jan pieter foppen, blue kitchen / e.e. cummings, etcetera / @wealthy.loser on ig (x) / ocean vuong, on earth we're briefly gorgeous / @oamul (x) / @oamul (x) / l.m. montgomery, anne of green gables / @seizethehistory (x) / john singer sargent, the black brook / ask polly: 19/10/2013 / malcolm liepke, in her arms / mary oliver, invitation / ellen bass, the thing is

#aisha tag #useraish #this was made wholly with aish in mind because i love her #parallels #web weaving #word collage #webs #on living #on life #on wanting to live #words #poetry #quotes #poems #compilation #*

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 7 months

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.ೃ꙳࿐𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗- 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

𝓗𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 (𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹)

Warnings: Bondage, blindfold, gn reader, teasing, begging.

Words: 594.

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“Gorgeous.” Hades murmured in a deep rumble, tying the final knot of rope behind the arch of your back. It rubbed against your skin and left dark splotches, which he caressed over with gentle hands. Lifting his head, Hades peered up at your blindfolded face, eyes running over your figure.

“Do you remember our safeword?”

Scrambling to nod you shifted as much as you could, desperate to relieve the arousal burning in your lower belly. It caused Hades to rumble with laughter, his hand ghosting higher across the inside of your leg, dragging up across your inner thigh and hip.

“What is it?” He urged you on, tugging backwards on the rope subduing you and making you fall backwards onto the velvety sheets of his bed.

“P-Peaches.”

“That’s correct, (Y/n).” You could practically tell he was nodding to himself, even with the blindfold leaving you to see nothing but inky blackness. Hades pushed your hair back out of your face and left a soft kiss against your forehead, making goosebumps raise across your sensitive body.

“I’ll be starting.” He declared, before the bed dipped down under his weight. Kisses smearing down your throat and collarbone across your chest. He flicked the rope covering your peaked nipple out of the way, leaning down to wrap his lips around one and suck, tongue swirling around the bud.

You yelled out in a pleasured groan as he nipped, biting down and rolling it across his teeth, before releasing your nipple with a pop and leaning over to give the same treatment to the other. Afterwards he made his way further down your body, drawing across it in tantalizing kisses that seemed to last an eternity. Hades waited, waited until you were wiggling under him, body bruised up underneath him in hickeys and bites. He drew out everything until you begged for his touch in whiny whispers, hips pressing up into the air.

Only then did you hear the sound of the zipper falling on his pants. You salivated, only able to leave it up to your imagination to picture what he would look like, skin glistening with sweat in the warm room and cock hard, leaving a subtle stain across those red boxers you saw him slip on that morning after his morning shower.

A stuttered out gasp rang from your lips as you felt his leaking tip press up against your hole after a moment. And then the asshole leaned in, breath fanning over your ear and neck.

“Do you want me?”

It had your body wriggling at his teasing, and you could practically imagine the subtle look of amusement on his features at your struggle. “Y-Yes I want you! Please Hades-” He cut you off, finger looping around the rope tied around your throat and forcing your body to arch as he pulled on it, raising your head up.

“What do you want, darling?”

He pressed on further, and you let your impatient groan ring around the room, cheeks lighting up in a red hue in embarrassment for what he was going to make you say. You relented, hips grinding down against his cock until it twitched against you.

“I want your cock please give me your cock!”

Your plea ended in a gasp as he thrusted up, spearing himself into the tightness of your slutty hole with a low goran. Hades sighed against your throat, lipping at your pulse point.

“Good.” He muttered, “Very good.”

#gn reader #x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok hades #ror hades #snv hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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kaphkas · 1 year

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Throwing my Dresden Files fancast into the mix

Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Harry

Erin Moriarty as Murphy

Justin Kirk as Marcone

Melissa Barrera as Susan

Dev Patel as Thomas (obviously. he’s the most gorgeous man in the world)

Jessica Chastain as Lea

Goran Višnjić as Nicodemus

Milly Alcock as (young adult) Molly

Hayley Bennett as Elaine

#the dresden files #dresden files #jim butcher #harry dresden #karrin murphy #john marcone #.m #I literally CANNOT decide on an actor for Michael..#Angus Sampson maybe??#all the gifs are from Pinterest so if anyone wants credit hmu!

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minusninelives · 6 months

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Ramble coming on, cos I don’t know where else to vent.

I just finished watching NBC’s Timeless and damn it, my heart is so shattered. Screw them for creating a character like Garcia Flynn, for making him so complex, nuanced, conflicting, charming and freaking endearing only to do him such a dirty in the finale.

(Side note, Goran Višnjić is gorgeous as hell, my god)

I get it, the show got cancelled, and they had to wrap up the story, but I’ll never believe that that was the ending planned for him. Especially after his arc in season 2 and the Chinatown episode.

He deserved so much better. He deserved to live. He deserved to love Lucy and have her love him back.

It’s been a hot minute since I got so worked up over a fictional character. But I fell hard for Flynn. I wept while watching his sacrifice. After that, I couldn’t care less about the rest of the story. I legit skipped through the rest of it. And then, I wept again when during the São Paolo scene.

Despite hating the ending, I really did like the show a lot. It was fun and thrilling and perhaps if hadn’t been cancelled, Flynn would’ve had a different ending.

Oh well.

I’m off to heal my dumb heart by reading some fix-it fanfics.

#nbc timeless #garcia flynn #goran višnjić #text #ramblings #cos im feeling feelings #over a fictional character

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putschki1969 · 2 years

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KEIKO 7th Digital Single Release

Title: ひとりじゃないから / Hitori Janai Kara (Because I’m Not Alone) Release date: 2022-07-06 Digital/Streaming Link: https://avex.lnk.to/KEIKO_hitori

It’s already past midnight in Japan so be sure to SUPPORT KEIKO!!

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BUY it on mora (TUTORIAL here) | BUY it on Ototoy (no proxy required)

BUY it tomorrow in your local iTunes store!

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First reaction: Meh...Really not my cup of tea. Very underwhelming T_T Reminds me of Sakura wo Goran but it’s from a different composer, someone named Kyosuke according to the Spotify credits?? Also, when will they start releasing physical singles??!! I want those gorgeous covers in my little (not so little) Kalafina shrine!!!!

#kalafina #keiko #news #keiko news #ひとりじゃないから #Hitori Janai Kara #keiko's staff are really not on top of their game #why is this available before an official announcement??#beautiful visual

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stronghours · 11 months

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my kingdom for a smartly written but negative review of one of brandon taylor’s books. i’ve read some excerpts from his newest novel and i am completely at a loss in comprehending the racket this guy is running. so far the negative reviews on goodreads are all “well the writing is as good/beautiful/gorgeous/sensual etc. as always but the characters are so dislikeable!” and it’s like baby no the writing is none of that. what are you seeing. what is everybody seeing. I could read about shitty twinks named Goran offing themselves in bizarre The-Big-Chill cabin suicides for hours at a time, it’s not the characters!!

there’s writers you read where you can cotton on to something kind of disingenuous occurring on some level in their craft, which makes the book worse to read - then there’s writers you read where, at some point, something in the craft has your realize the writer believes absolutely everything they’re selling, and that makes the book worse to read. i’m still deciding where BT stands and I am not gonna have a good time doing my due diligence

#if any of you guys have read him and feel similar please god talk to me i feel CRAZY

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campmurderparty · 6 months

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goran & millie.

“Noted. Get my own pet first.” though Goran didn’t date much. Some girls liked the whole kickboxing aspect, wanting to hook up with a semi-professional athlete, but they tended to lose interest in him after they realized that Goran didn’t live up to that preconceived notion that all athletes were cocky, confident players. He was much more sensitive than they thought he should be. If he were to be completely honest, no one really caught his eye because he was still holding out hope that one day Millie would fall in love with him. As they grew older, it was becoming clearer and clearer that wasn’t likely. Why would she love him anyway? She had a high-powered job and was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Goran was a moderately successful kickboxer that was quickly losing steam in his career. Not to mention the fact that he barely had any access to the money he did earn from his fights, locked away in a bank account that dejan didn’t allow him access to. Though he was taller and bigger than millie, he felt like such a child next to her.

She was right, she was giving him honesty. That didn’t mean he actually wanted to hear the truth, though. Deep down, he knew that his relationship with his brother wasn’t normal. Even their relationship as manager and client wasn’t healthy since dejan overworked him and then kept most of the money that goran made. He just didn’t know how to fix it. No one was knocking down his door to manage him besides his brother and their dynamic had been established when they were young children. Millie could tell him three thousand different ways how dejan treated him was wrong and he couldn’t do more than shrug. “I know that you’re right, but still. He’s my brother. He’s my manager. It doesn’t seem like it to you but he knows what’s best for me.” goran reiterated that same sentiment many times over his life, but it never really felt true. Just what he had to say. Maybe he was just hoping that was the truth.

His furrowed brow and anxious frown eased off his face, replaced by a large smile when she confirmed she’d be coming to his next match. “Okay, good.” he laughed, shaking his head at the idea of a fan club. “Just you being there will be enough, I promise.” maybe his luck would be better next time. His next opponent had more losses than wins for the past year, and with millie there, he could probably go through rounds. Blushing slightly when millie put her arm around him and gave a small kiss to his cheek, goran tried to cover it by turning his head away from her. “Alright, jeez, that’s enough with the mushy stuff.” privately, he would consider it the highlight of his whole week. “Sounds good to me. Maybe we can sneak away without dejan or some reporter catching us? We can sneak out the back.”

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