... be kind to me

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Fic tags/warnings : angst, pining, friends to lovers, roommates, but they don’t live in the same actual room, flatmates, modern flat, domesticity, cooking, cooking breakfast, not cooking lunch or dinner, eggs, omelettes, non-veganism, dish ware, tea, drinking the tea, bickering, snark, watching tv, rupaul’s drag race, shangela, more pining, referring to boys as gorgeous, holding hands, interlaced fingers, legs touching, knees touching, fabrics, use of shoulder as a pillow, cuddling, breathing, hearts pounding, continued television watching, whispering, failing to act, time skips, sleeping, sleeping in separate rooms, nightmares, waking up, moving to the same bed, bed sharing, cotton sheets, awkwardness, hugging, comfort, a restful night’s sleep, morning breath, pretend disgust, staring into each other’s eyes, kissing, giggles, face touching, noses, butterfly kisses, fluff, lots of fluff, pressing together, frotting, frotting through pajamas, silk pajamas, flannel pajamas, friction, hardness, pleasure, sweat, ecstasy, sexual release, bodily fluids, mentions of laundry, implied bathroom usage, more breakfast, hugging from behind, feelings of surprise, feelings of contentment, happiness, hopeful resolution

Commenter: y wouldn’t u have a warning for doing the dishes? I hate being reminded of my chores, had to stop reading

That feeling when you’ve heard/sang along to a song enough times to feel tempted to do a cover of it 

You know, had Lucasfilm just been honest and straight-up with us from the beginning about the “no planned plot” thing, I could’ve avoided so much headache. Instead of looking at TFA for planted clues, I could’ve just been wondering what the filmmakers are coming up with next. My expectations wouldn’t have been as high as they were, and I feel like my overall state of mind could’ve been more content if I knew what I was getting myself into with this trilogy.

Dunno what the fuck’s going on in the fandom rn, but for the record; Rohan is my least favourite JoJo character, and he legitimately made me dislike part 4 more than I logically should.

Addendum, Part Twenty (Chicago P.D.)

Title: Addendum

Chapter: Hard Not Easy (Part Twenty)

Fandom: Chicago P.D.

Rating: M/R

Author’s Note: This chapter is set at the end of “If We Were Normal” (3x19). Please note that the rating jumps to M for this chapter.

Her lips press against his collarbone; her nose nuzzles against the soft patch of skin where his neck slopes down to meet his shoulder bone. And his hips move rhythmically against hers one last time as unintelligent mumblings slip past his lips, as he reaches the logical conclusion of what she started back at Molly’s when she mentioned an unopened box at home.

She plants another kiss – her lips savoring the salty taste of his skin – and waits for him to move away. To roll to the right and slump backwards into the mattress rather than slumping down on her because he never lets her hold him that way. Never lets his weight press her into the mattress or her hands spread across his back for longer than necessary.

Always pulls away to take a moment to catch his breath and clean up the mess he’s made before returning to her, before letting his hand curl around her waist and her head rest against his chest as they drift off to sleep.  Always pulls away before turning to cuddle.

And so she doesn’t bother trying to dig her fingers into his back or employing some other tactic to get him to stay. Merely presses another kiss against his skin – this time, against the line delineating his muscles of his chest – when he pushes up on his left hand and slides his right down – fingers ghosting over her skin – to where they are joined. Curls his fingers around himself to make sure the condom comes out with him – the least sexiest move in his repertoire and yet one of those that makes her feel the safest.

One that reminds Erin that the trust she places in Jay – on the job, at home, in the bedroom – is well founded and deserved. One that shows her how his diligence says more about him and his protection of their relationship than any kind of commentary about her and the bad news of her past that her mind might dredge up because he always punctuates it with a kiss to her lips and words whispered against the skin of her lips and her cheek about how he’ll be right back.

And, truth be told, she doesn’t mind the view as she watches him walk out of her bedroom. As she stretches out her legs and surveys the damage done. The metallic tank top and the two pair of jeans tossed on the floor; the pile of pillows congregating over by the window thanks to the bounce of her body against the mattress and the swipe of her hand as she searched blindly for the headboard.

There is the tiniest twinge of a muscle spasm as she slides her legs over the edge of the bed, as she moves to stand up and retrieve some of those pillows, but it’s the good kind of twinge. The kind that brings a blissful smile to her face as she bends down to gather up the jeans and the tank top and toss them onto the chair near the open-aired entry to her bedroom. As she walks around the bed to gather four of the pillows laying on the floor to her chest in order to hide them in the closet.

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Ok so do any of you guys remember that jercy fic i wrote a while back? the one with ace jason? i was thinking of making some more stuff in that universe, would anyone be interested??

The style will probably be different because that one was just kind of an emotion dump and would be closer to “normal” fic style but it’ll still be mostly focusing on Jason learning more about himself and his asexuality and his relationship with Percy and all that fun stuff

who dares me to spend $100+ on makeup (i dont even wear makeup)

Absolutely one of the most powerful pieces of art I’ve ever seen by that amazingly talented KickAir8P

When I seen this I started to cry, it said so many wonderful things all at once about Hulk. First that Hulk isn’t some mindless monster, that just like Bruce he has feelings and gets scared. That when he does come out it’s to protect Bruce and those Bruce cares about and loves. I adore that he is snuggling a teddy bear, cause I’m a grown ass woman and to this day I sleep with my teddy bear and snuggle him when I’m upset. Also that Hulk’s teddy looks like someone we all know Hulk loves, which is Iron Man. 

I ship Science Bros’ hard and this to is perfect.
Cause my head canon is that Tony gave his favorite Huge Green Jelly Bean the bear because he thought Hulk would like to have something to hug and snuggle when he get scared or is waiting for the team and/or Tony to find him. Also for when Bruce transforms back from being Hulk. Cause sorry not sorry Tony loves Bruce and would do something like this for him. Cause when it comes to Bruce and Hulk, Tony is all heart. 


man i have like a lot of trouble with some.. fundamental concepts of christianity…. like even beyond the alienation and rejection that i personally experienced in the christian communities i was exposed to, i just have like some basic theological Issues u know

@biggestdisappointmentinwarfare oh you!!!!!!!! >.<

but I’m not even sure myself if I want to know xD I’m just… 
I’m pretty sure I’ll handle anything as long as there’s still a possibility of them to be in some sort of relationship by the end of it. 

‘sort of’ cause we all know how the adventurer’s life looks like, right? being at home once a month etc. but as long as they’re good I’m good as well.

even considering angst. a lot of it.


almost dying

and such

a fun fact about parenting is that if your child is lgbt+, no amount of “i love you"s or “i’m proud of you"s will take away your child’s fear of coming out to you.

i have great parents. they tell me they love me every damn day, and i’ve always had their support. but coming out to them was bar none the most terrifying thing i’ve ever done in my life because they were very, very heteronormative. all the while they were saying they loved me, they never seemed to consider for a second that i could be anything other than straight, and so i had no way of knowing whether or not that love was conditional. do they love me, or do they love the straight daughter who looks like me that only exists in their heads?

my parents love me, my parents are proud of me, but when i told them i’m gay at a restaurant one night, my purse was crammed full of a couple days’ worth of clothes and all the cash i had because i didn’t know if it would be safe for me to go back home.

parents, people who will be parents one day……don’t assume your kids are straight. don’t assume your kids are cis. tell your kids in no uncertain terms that you’ll love and support them if they’re lgbt+, because no matter how well you treat them, i promise you that they need to hear that.