..meant to make this a week ago

Send me numbers!

1: What would you name your future daughter?
2: Do you miss anyone?
3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
7: How late did you stay up last night?
8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
12: Have you pretended to like someone?
13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
20: Who did you last see in person?
21: What is the last thing you said out lot?
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
23: Have you ever been to Paris?
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
25: Do you use chap stick?
26: Who did you last share a bed with?
27: Are you listening to music right now?
28: What is something you currently want right now?
29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
30: How is your heart lately?
31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
33: What do people call you?
34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
36: What are you listening to right now?
37: What is wrong with you right now?
38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
40: What is on your wrists right now?
41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
49: Have you ever been to New York?
50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Don’t Take Up Spaces that Aren’t Meant for You

I go to use the elevator in a high rise building only to find a sign that says “Please ask security for access to this elevator”. A week ago, that sign wasn’t there. When I ask the security guard why the sudden change in policy, they said that people from other floors in the building had been abusing their access to the elevator and that they needed to lock it down. 

Let me make this perfectly clear: I could no longer independently access the only elevator available to take me to this part of the building because other people decided to use / abuse a space that was not meant for them instead of taking the stairs right next to the fucking elevator.

Here’s another example: In order to have access to an accessible room on a cruise ship, I have to submit a form stating that I do in fact  have a physical disability that prevents me from using a normal state room on the ship. I have to do this because able-bodied people have, in the past, been dishonest about the level of accessibility they require in order to have access to a larger stateroom without having to pay a premium.

How about this one: I go into the restroom of a massive convention center. Every single stall  in this restroom is empty except for the one handicapped stall in the back, which is being occupied by someone who does not need to use a handicapped stall. I now have to wait for that one person to exit the stall before I can use the restroom. Remember: This bathroom has 7+ other stalls that are built specifically to work for them, but they chose  to use the one space that is available to people like me.

Dear able-bodied people: Handicapped bathroom stalls, seating areas, staterooms, and elevators are not meant for you and you should not use them.

I do not care how big of a hurry you were in and how that elevator got you to where you needed to go faster. Because of you, I have to go find someone every time I need to use this elevator and if I can’t find them I GET NOTHING. 

To you, that cruise ship can house 2000+ people and you have an opportunity to get a massive stateroom at no extra cost if you’re wiling to fib a little. To me, that cruise ship has a capacity of around 12 (the number of accessible rooms on the ship) and if they’re all full, I GET NOTHING.

To you, that movie theater has four really great seats right in the middle that just happen to have a handicapped accessible sign on them. To me, that theater has four seats and if they’re all full, I GET NOTHING.

And let me address the bathroom thing in particular. I don’t give a flying fuck if the handicapped stall was the only one available. You should pretend like it doesn’t fucking exist and wait in line like everyone else. *

Don’t take up spaces that were not meant for you. Because everything but those few precious spaces were not meant for us. 


* Unless it’s literally the only stall in the bathroom or you’re about to absolutely shit yourself. Then it’s fine. 

“Happy birthday professor! -Luna L.”

Snape, fighting to keep an intimidating poker face right after Luna hands him his gift in the corridor and then immediately slips away.

Last minute submission for @happy-snape-week

Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“Moose?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

If you identify with Dan, don’t feel bad about wanting to talk about how you identify with Dan. You’re not making his story about you if the video made you want to talk about it; you’re doing exactly what he wanted, and keeping the conversation going. 

If you identify with Phil because someone you love is depressed, don’t feel bad about wanting to talk about how you identify with Phil or being curious about his side of it. You’re also doing exactly what Dan wanted, because depression impacts more than just the person who has it. 

If you find yourself trying to incorporate this new information about him into what you know of him as a person, you can do that. I think it’s a very natural response most people are having. I do think it’s important to keep in mind that Dan is not a different person today than he was a week ago - it’s just that we know something now we didn’t know then. And Dan is a public figure whose life we, as fans, follow. (Same for Phil, because this has also been a part of Phil’s life for the past eight years.) This should not change how anyone treats Dan but I think it is perfectly natural to do some introspection about what this might have meant to him at different points in his life. Dan did not make this video so no one would talk about it, or him. 

And finally: if you feel like you have feelings about this you need to process and you want to do it through writing meta posts on your own blog, through posting to a shared space, through drawing art, through writing fic, through interpretive basket weaving - do it. I can tell from my twitter feed and my tumblr dash and everywhere else I’m active online that this is hitting a lot of people deeply and personally. People work through emotions and inner turmoil in different ways. I have artist friends that say their art is therapy. I definitely know that writing is therapy for me. Don’t let anyone try to write off your method of emotional release just because it has to do with someone else’s life. 

Be respectful. Be considerate. Romanticizing mental illness is bad. Flat out, I will say that again: romanticizing mental illness is bad.  But creating something to express how you feel about a topic that is moving you emotionally is not inherently romanticizing. It’s okay to be inspired by someone else’s story. It can be done respectfully and this fandom is full of people who will do it respectfully, now in this immediate aftermath and for years to come. 

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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Smut, Angst / 16,742 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ Warning: Mentions of death, major character death, smut/mature scene


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50 questions

1: What would you name your future daughter?

2: Do you miss anyone?

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6: Did you go out or stay in last night?

7: How late did you stay up last night?

8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?

17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?

19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20: Who did you last see in person?

21: What is the last thing you said out lot?

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23: Have you ever been to Paris?

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25: Do you use chap stick?

26: Who did you last share a bed with?

27: Are you listening to music right now?

28: What is something you currently want right now?

29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30: How is your heart lately?

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33: What do people call you?

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36: What are you listening to right now?

37: What is wrong with you right now?

38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40: What is on your wrists right now?

41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46: What were you doing at midnight last night?

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49: Have you ever been to New York?

50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Ask me these!

1:What would you name your future daughter?

2:Do you miss anyone?

3:What if I told you that you were pretty?

4:Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5:What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6:Did you go out or stay in last night?

7:How late did you stay up last night?

8:Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9:What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10:Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11:Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12:Have you pretended to like someone?

13:Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15:Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16:Think back five months ago, were you single?

17:Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18:Hold hands with anyone this week?

19:Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20:Who did you last see in person?

21:What is the last thing you said out lot?

22:Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23:Have you ever been to Paris?

24:Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25:Do you use chap stick?

26:Who did you last share a bed with?

27:Are you listening to music right now?

28:What is something you currently want right now?

29:Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30:How is your heart lately?

31:Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32:When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33:What do people call you?

34:Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35:Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36:What are you listening to right now?

37:What is wrong with you right now?

38:Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39:Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40:What is on your wrists right now?

41:Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42:Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44:Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45:Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46:What were you doing at midnight last night?

47:Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48:Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49:Have you ever been to New York?

50:Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

anonymous asked:

Maybe this is perverted of me, but I noticed in the new pictures that Rey's cleavage and Kylo's 'package' are being readily displayed by their new costumes. If Reylo is happening, it makes sense that SW would want to up the sexiness. They did it with Padme's more form-fitting and revealing dresses in AOTC.

I don’t think you’re being perverted at all. Let’s look at Rey and Kylo in turn here. So we have Rey:

Here, she has a tiny, form-fitting white shirt on that displays her cleavage. From the BTS shots shown at Star Wars Celebration, we know that Rey is wearing this outfit in the rain, so the fabric will presumably be clinging and potentially even slightly transparent. She’s also going to physically exert herself in this outfit (running, fighting), so it’s not unreasonable to suppose that there will be lots of heavy exhalations and sweat involved.

While she seemed almost childish and innocent in The Force Awakens, here it’s clear that she’s starting to express her sexuality and is being presented as a woman rather than a girl. And that reminds me powerfully of this quote from Rian Johnson: “It very much feels like what we all go through in adolescence, the dawning of this new chapter of our lives.” While Rian doesn’t spell it out, developing a sexuality identity is a big part of adolescence. So I absolutely think we’re seeing Rey as a sexual being now because we’re going to watch her grow up and experience attraction and desire (among other things).

Then with Kylo you have him looking much more masculine and physically dominant than we’ve seen him before. In The Force Awakens he was primped within an inch of his life and appeared almost pampered looking, whereas in The Last Jedi he has a much more naturalistic look with layers literally stripped away. While he seemed like an awkward and petulant adolescent in the Vanity Fair image of Kylo for The Force Awakens, he projects confidence and physicality now. The absence of the outer robe means we can see his legs, and that will offer him a much greater range of movement. While it’s not as obvious as it is with Rey, the trousers are quite form fitting and you’re meant to notice that this is a powerful and attractive young man rather than a scary, faceless wraith (which is pretty much how Kylo was promoted for TFA, Vanity Fair image excepted). 

This stuff has actually really tickled @bastila-bae and me, since we spoke about this exact topic in an episode of Scavenger’s Hoard a few weeks ago (I’m feeling quite prophetic rn). I said I was afraid of sounding like a perv then, but they’re now making the sexualisation so blatant in the publicity images that it can only be a deliberate artistic choice. 

Of course, I’m sure this has absolutely no narrative implications and will have no impact whatsoever on Kylo and Rey’s interactions when they reunite. The characters’ costumes and appearances will be entirely immaterial to how they relate to each other, since we all know that the visual element of film is pretty much irrelevant.

S/O Reaction To BTS Cock Piercing

A/N: Sorry this took so long😫gifs will be added later💖

Admin: Shika

Jin

“Jin, is that what I think it is?” You smile suggestively, opening his boxers to pull his cock out.

“Maybe?” He grins, blush lightly spread across his cheeks.

“I didn’t think you were the type of guy.” You giggle, testing it by poking the piercing slightly. He throws his head back, moaning at the feeling. Your eyes darken and a surge of lust passes through you. “I think you and me are going to have fun with this, baby~”

Yoongi

You scream and Yoongi jumps back in surprise, almost hitting his head on the headboard. “What?! What’s wrong?!” He gasps, suddenly hyper aware of everything.

“Last time we fucked, you didn’t have that on your cock!” You exclaim.

“Y/N, it’s not that bad is it? I got it because apparently it feels amazing!” He whines and you giggle, patting his thigh in apology.

“I’m sorry I thought you had an STD or something. It looks nice~”

Hoseok

“So this is why you haven’t let me touch you!” You nod in realisation, watching as Hoseok flushes red. “Does this feel good, baby?” You slide your finger over it and giggle when he whines.

“So good.” He covers his face, stuttering and babbling nonsense.

“I want you to look at me sweetheart.” He looks through the cracks in his fingers, eyes hooded and pupils dilated.

“You look so pretty honey~”

Namjoon

It’s strange to see him under you, squirming and whimpering because of one simple touch. The piercing glinting  under the light and making him moan and tremble in pleasure.

“Does my baby like it~”

Jimin

“Jimin, I honestly did not expect this.” You chuckle, poking his pudgy cock, smirking when he squeezes his legs together in sensitivity. “Oh, does that feel good my little angel?” You coo, watching as he blushes. “Tell me.”

“It feels really good.” He whispers, looking down into his lap, suddenly looking up as he realises he was staring directly at the piercing.

“Don’t be so shy honey~”

Taehyung

He proudly strips, excited to show you something. In confusion you turn to look, scanning his body and almost choking on your spit when you see his piercing. “Like it?”

“When did you get that?!” You gasp and he frowns.

“Like a week ago, it’s meant to feel really good.” You bite your lip, turned on by the idea of dominating him and reducing him to little whimpers.

“Let’s test it out~”

Jeongguk

“Gukkie! You naughty boy!” He blushes, groaning in embarrassment.

“Do you have to make such a big deal out of?”

“Um yes, whats next? Is my little boy going to get tattoos and a tongue piercing.” You giggle when he hits your shoulder.

“Just stop, can we just do it?” He pulls you closer and you stroke his thigh.

“I think I want to play with my baby’s new toy~”

Just Friends//H.S. Imagine//

Written from this request:  Maybe something about best friend harry and how he treats you like his girlfriend because he loves you but doesn’t have the guts to tell you so he just acts like it or something? Does that make sense? 

Sure lovie! I love this request, I sorta got carried away with it, but I love what I’ve written and I hope you do too!


As Harry stared at the door in front of him and wondered if he should go through with this. It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he had heard that you can’t trust your decision making when you’re in love. The door in front of him was a bright cherry red, he couldn’t think of a better color to be plastered on your door. It was the color of happiness in his eyes. He had remembered painting that door with you, it was summer and the cherry popsicles you two were eating inspired you.

Your lips were tinted a reddish color, outlining the smile that went all the way up to your eyes. You were riding in a cart (an activity your found very fun) while Harry pushed you towards the paint isle. Dark blue jean shorts covered part of your legs and a yellow tee-shirt that ended just before the jean shorts covered your top half.

“Harry! Go that way.” You giggled, your pointer finger angled in the direction of the painting supplies.

“Hey! Who’s driving here.” Harry pointed out.

“Shush up and help me get out of this cart!” You extended your hand towards Harry and he hesitated, earning an annoyed look from you. He grabbed your hand and helped you stand, then held onto your waist and helped you out of the cart. You were a few inches shorter than him, so you had to look up, but he didn’t miss the look you gave him. There was love behind your gaze, he wasn’t sure what kind of love, a friend love, the kind of love he felt for you, or an average love. In his long friendship with you he had learned that you loved most things, one of those things being painting. You tended to find the good in everything. You snapped him out of his daydream, “Come on! Maybe that guy can help us!”

You were excited most of the time, sometimes he thought he could hear the exclamation points in your speech. You latched onto his hand and guided him toward the man in question. He seemed to work there, he had a shaved head and was just a bit taller than you.

“Excuse me,” You asked, “Do you think you could help us? We want to find paint to add some color to my front door.”

“Sure, young lady.” The man said, he began to walk ahead. Harry noticed he was walking toward a wall covered in paint sampling strips. He knew you would go crazy over the many options you had. As you all were walking, your fingers still laced with his pulling him along, the man began to make conversation.

“So, are two dating? A lot of couples come in here wanting to do a paint job together, I guess it’s a common activity these days.” He questioned.

“Uh, no, but we are the best of friends, we might as well be dating.” You turned around and gave Harry a playful wink. Little did you know that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but wonder if you meant it.

Harry remembered coming here with you a few weeks ago to buy art supplies. You had wanted a canvas and some water colors, so you could paint a landscape. Your apartment walls were covered in paintings, some you had made, some Harry had gifted you. It became a sort of tradition. Sometimes you would even sell your art to some gallery’s local to you and Harry.

“Here you go, little lady. Just pick a color and I’ll help ya find the paint to match.”

“Thank you, sir!”

You turned to Harry, your eyebrows scrunched together in a half serious, half playful manner. “What do you think, Harry?”

“I dunno, love. Maybe a blue? Or even a yellow? You love yellow.” Harry remembered going house hunting with you and how you fell in love with the bright yellow walls of the office. He had helped you turn it into a reading and art room.  He remembered the yellow comforter you had on your bed, birds scattered along the sides of it. He remembered the nights when you would fall asleep and he would whisper things to you, things he didn’t have the guts to tell you when you were awake. From the outside, it would look odd that two best friends would constantly cuddle each other and trade secrets like they were dating, but to Harry, it was the closest he could get for now. He was more than willing to take everything he could get.

“What about that one! It looks sorta like the popsicle I ate. It reminds me of a fresh picked cherry. That’s get that one.”

Harry glanced at the mail slot situated right by your door and another sweet memory came to mind. A few months ago, you had been dating someone, you were so passionate about everything you did he was worried you would get your heart broken. And in the end, you had.

“Harry, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? I-I just wanted him to l-like me.” You cried. Harry’s blue button-down shirt was wet from the tears flowing from your eyes. You had called Harry in a panic, at first, he couldn’t decipher your words. You were crying so hard that he just decided to come over and comfort you. About a half an hour later, you were still devastated. You couldn’t see what you had done wrong. Harry expected to be happy you were now single, but instead he was sad for you, he would rather see you happy with someone else, than soaking his shirt because you were so heartbroken.

Harry had slept over and cuddled you until you fell asleep. Your head lay on his chest, his heartbeat soothing you. Harry had been thinking of ways to make it better, he didn’t ever want to see you so upset, he was worried you didn’t know how great you were. So, over the next week he wrote letter after letter after letter with countless reasons why you were the best friend a guy could ever ask for. Harry had put them in a trash bag and driven to your house while you were gone. He put the letters in the mail slot and hoped you would read every single one. You had called him again that night, sobbing the same way you had before. But this time, it came from a place of happiness.

Harry smelled the flowers he held in his hands. He planned on giving them to you to help his confession along. They were bluebells, and odd choice of favorite flower, he thought, but he remembered the day you told him you loved him.

You had woken up bright and early that morning to assist Harry at his bakery, he owned one in walking distance from your house. As you walked up to the small bakery you felt a pang of excitement, you couldn’t wait to see Harry. The bell on the door rang as you walked in, it smelled of cakes and pies and breads and cupcakes and pasties and oh did it remind you of Harry. Alerted by the bell, Harry came from the kitchen entrance and peaked to see who had come in. It was than he spotted you wearing a long, spring dress. It was littered with daisy’s and it went down to your feet. He admired the simple tan flip flops that made your red painted toes pop.

“Hiya, rosebud.” Harry had called you rosebud since you two had become friends, the first time he ever saw you was in a meadow by his childhood home. You were picking roses to draw inspiration for a painting you were doing. You had cut yourself on a few thorns and he had helped you clean your cut using supplies he quickly gathered from his house. You began to meet there on occasion, then it became less of a coincidence and you would schedule days to meet. It took off from there and you two had been inseparable ever since.

“Hi Mr.Baker. Nice outfit you’ve got there.” You laughed, he was wearing a black apron covered in flour and he was sure some had made its way to his dark jeans. He had some frosting on his face and you were not about the ruin the fun and tell him either.

“Hey! Did you come here to insult me or help me fill the display?”

“A bit of both.” You winked at him and went to the back to grab an apron.

Once the bakery closed you and Harry locked up and started walking to your apartment, you were going to attempt and cook dinner together. You had learned that either Harry cooked amazingly, or burned water, there was no in between. You glanced at a flower shop as you passed it, the display caught your attention.

“Harry, aren’t those beautiful.” You exclaimed, Harry looked up from his phone. He had been in mid conversation with Niall, he was just about to tell Niall how breath taking you looked. You were crouched down in front of a blueish, purple flower that reminded him of cow bells.

“Yes, petal, they are. What kind are they?” Harry meant the nickname he used for you to be somewhat of a pun, but the amused look you shot his way let him know he could probably do better.

You looked at the tag dangling from the flower pot, “Bluebells, I love it!”

“If you love it, I love it too.”

“Harry, I think they may be my new favorite.”

As Harry stared at the doorbell, he was absolutely, positively sure he was in love with you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how many more sizes his heart would grow if you loved him too. In fact, he didn’t want you to love him, he wanted you to be in love with him. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to the doorbell, pressing it. Harry didn’t normally pray, but right now he prayed you would open the door, and make the thing he dreamed of the most, a reality.


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Living As A Crossdresser

As I’m sure many of you are aware, I moved into my own house at the start of the year. Obviously I was excited for a whole multitude of reasons (like having my own mortgage… yay… adulting) but one of the biggest was having the freedom to crossdress whenever I like.

Originally, I thought this would simply mean that I wouldn’t have to worry about when I would have a free house and I wouldn’t need to plan my crossdressing photoshoots around whether someone else would be home or not (a lot of photoshoots had to be cancelled because of family members not leaving when they were supposed to…). It wasn’t that I would crossdress more often, just that I wouldn’t need to hide when doing it.

However, over the last week, I’ve been breaking one of my cardinal rules. 

I’ve been crossdressing without makeup.

Fuck me, I didn’t even wear a wig.

I’m very much a go hard or go home kind of girl; I’ve always said that I wouldn’t see a point in crossdressing without doing the makeup and the hair. For me it’s all part of the same package. I wouldn’t apply that rule to anyone else of course, but for me I’ve always either done everything or nothing at all.

So what was the point then? Is it really such a big deal that I wore a dress around the house without bothering with the rest?

For me? Yes. Yes it is.

It might sound a bit backwards, going from looking like a woman (or at least a close enough approximation…) to being a bloke in a dress, but it’s certainly something I needed. 

This wasn’t about being convincing. This was about being comfortable.

I guess that’s the real point of this post; being comfortable. I’ve spent years upon years telling others and myself so many different rules. Wear concealer to hide beard shadow… get a wig the same colour as your natural hair… dress for your body type… All of these different things without remembering the key rule:

Do what makes you feel comfortable and happy.

You want to wear a dress and keep your beard? Do it.

Wearing a bra under your work clothes? Do it.

Wanna walk around your house naked in platform heels? Do it.

We all should do what we’re comfortable with and what makes us happy. For me, that’s about looking as feminine as possible, but sometimes I might just want to wear a skirt because fuck it why not.


DISCLAIMER: Ok so this post got kind of sidetracked… It was actually meant to be about how you can live your regular life as a crossdresser, but you’re all sensible enough to know how to do that anyway.

I did also have the photoshoot just over a week ago (thank you again to everyone who tuned into the Q & A on Instagram!) and I’m going to be posting photos from it on a weekly basis, starting…. NOW

I’m going to post more about this outfit later on in the week, so just consider this a teaser for now!

Until then…

- Jessica Blaise x x

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1: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

2: Did you go out or stay in last night?

3: How late did you stay up last night?

4: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

5: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

6: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

7: Have you pretended to like someone?

8: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

9: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

10: Think back five months ago, were you single?

11: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

12: Hold hands with anyone this week?

13: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

14: Who did you last see in person?

15: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

16: Have you ever been to Paris?

17: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

18: Have you ever been to New York?

19: Are you listening to music right now?

20: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

21: What do people call you?

22: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

23: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

24: What are you listening to right now?

25: What is wrong with you right now?

26: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

27: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

28: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

29: What were you doing at midnight last night?

30: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

in which harry suggests a second trial…

part 5 to the “Starbucks” series: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

It’d only been a day, but Y/N felt like she could finally breathe again. She felt lighter. It sort of felt like part of her was missing, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She experienced a similar feeling when she moved out on her own and when she broke up with her ex but also when she left a store without getting something she really liked or when she passed up on a food she was craving in the grocery store. 

Meeting Harry was a major life event. She may not have known him for a long time, but he had always been important to her. From the first time she watched the video for What Makes You Beautiful he was important to her. No matter how awkward or wonderful or distorted their brief little thing was it was important to her. Naturally, its ending was going to evoke some sort of response from her.
She genuinely thought she was doing the right thing by asking him to leave, though. If it was true that everyone had a person, which she liked to believe, she knew that she wasn’t his. He didn’t get tunnel vision as if she was the only person in the room. There wasn’t any uncontrollable fire flaming between them. They were a firework, at best. In the moment they were bright and beautiful, but all too soon they fizzled and dissolved into oblivion. Her and Harry just happened to be at the oblivion stage in their relationship, but no one ever sees a firework and immediately regrets seeing it so she was choosing to be glad that it happened.

Of course that was something she decided in her mind. Her heart was not on the same page. Her heart told her that the lightness she felt was emptiness. It whispered how she should’ve actually heard him out instead of putting her thoughts into his mouth. It mocked her by clenching every time she replayed the scene that unfolded the day prior in her mind. He was gone and it was by her own volition and her heart didn’t like it. It was a good thing she was great at ignoring her heart. 

The war waging in her inner consciousness was too much. She needed to get away from it all, so she decided a run was in order. She hated running. She didn’t like the way her lungs would burn and her legs would revolt against her once she settled down for the day, but there weren’t any better options. She didn’t have a gym membership or a bike or any exercise equipment at all. Exercising usually wasn’t her thing. However, it was a proven stress reliever and it released endorphins which was something she desperately needed at the moment. 

She rushed around her apartment changing into something moderately suitable to go for a run in. She was hyping herself up in front of the door, giving herself the final boost she needed to actually carry out her plan when she heard a knock. She cocked her head to the side wondering who could be on the other side. Her rent had been paid on time, all her friends were either in class or at work, and her mom always called before coming over. She physically jumped back at the sight of Harry standing at her door, cheeks flushed and nose red, beanie tossed over his hair, bearing flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. 

Her mind was a complete mess. It was as if she could feel the thoughts racing through it. She couldn’t comprehend his presence. Her eyes roamed over him trying to come to terms with the fact that he was actually there, standing in front of her, with flowers and chocolates. “Are those really in season?” she asked after remaining shell shocked for an unbearable amount of time. It seemed to be the only thing that her mind successfully processed in the moment. 

He shifted his gaze from her to the bouquet in his hand. “Uh… S'pose so. Didn’t really ask… I just… thought they looked nice so…” he said then cleared his throat. “Can I come in?”

She nodded furiously, stepping aside. She toyed with her lip for a few seconds, one hand still on the door looking at him standing in front of her home a day after she told him to leave. “I’m sorry. I’m just… como se dice… shook, like, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?”

He held out the flowers to her as he sat the chocolates down on her table. “I’m not really satisfied with how things went down yesterday.”

She furrowed her brows. “What?”

“I want to talk to you again.”

She looked around her in search of something that would tell her what was going on. She couldn’t believe what was happening. “This is actual life. This doesn’t happen in real life. You can’t just– You can't– There isn’t, like, a reset button. You can’t call backsies in real life.”

“We’re not resetting. It’s more of a… second trial. Like, in a science experiment.” He noticed her look of disbelief. “It was a bit presumptuous of me to show up yesterday and just expect to fix things overnight, I know. But, you were crying when I left yesterday so I know you’re not happy with how things turned out either. I know that you like to think, and I know that you already had your mind made up before I even showed up. I know that you’re good at tucking emotions away, but I want to know how you feel. I’ve been a prick, but this time I choose not to let you go.”

She scoffed. “What is this? You literally just put a whole album out about how you suck at communicating. I didn’t sign up for this!”

He cracked a small smile. “We’ll call it self-improvement.”

She shrugged moving into the living room to sit. “I’ve never been one to stand in the way of a person bettering themselves, so…” she said, motioning for him to have a seat in the opposing chair. 

They eyed each other waiting for someone to start talking. “I thought about you and everything that happened all night.”

“And?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“And… first of all, I need to know if you’ll be able to forgive me for not getting in touch with you. I really am sorry. You don’t have to forgive me today or tomorrow but just eventually. Is that…” he gulped, “Is that something you can do?”

She uncrossed her arms and legs, figuring that looking intimidating wasn’t necessary when he obviously had some sort of agenda that he put thought and effort into. “Sweetie, I made my peace with that when I realised you weren’t hitting me up anymore.” Keeping things pent up messed with her head and was annoyingly distracting. She needed a clear mind to be functional otherwise she had the tendency of being caught up on that one thing which led to a lack of productivity, so she let go of that a couple weeks ago. “My problem was what it signified.”

“Okay, that’s the second thing,” he rushed out. “You don’t get to tell me what you mean to me.” She snarled at him. “I gather that you believe in soulmates or summat, but just because I met you in a coffeehouse doesn’t mean that we weren’t meant to be together. Like, have you ever thought that maybe that’s how we were supposed to meet?” He crossed the room to sit beside her, then gently nudged her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Isn’t it crazy that I just happened to be there at the same time as you? And, you just happened to anonymously buy me coffee? And, the barista just happened to tell me that it was you? And, you just happened to charm and endear me so much that I had to see you again that very night? Is that all just a coincidence?”

The gears were turning in her brain. He made some valid points. She’d been so caught up in the fact that he wasn’t immediately taken aback by her like in some fanfic, that she forgot that she wasn’t that kind of person. She said it herself just the night before. She was normal. She wasn’t the kind of person that turned everyone’s heads. She was the kind of person you didn’t see unless she bought you coffee. He could’ve easily just thanked her or reimbursed her and went on his way, but he didn’t. He saw her. He could’ve genuinely forgotten about her. He could’ve been anywhere in the world, but he was here, basically fresh off of tour, begging for forgiveness and a fair chance with flowers and chocolates. “You’re appealing to my insanity…”

“And? Is it working?” he asked, cracking another grin.

She pinched her index finger and thumb together. “Just a little,” she laughed. He pulled her into a hug and god she forgot just how good it felt to be wrapped up in him. 

Her smile had worn off by the time he pulled back, though. There were other things she needed to consider. “I still don’t know what you expect out of this, Harry.”

His mouth pulled down into a frown. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged and her voice raised an octave. “I don’t know! Like, I mean, do you see a future for us? Is there even an us?”

He pulled his collar away from his neck despite the fact that he was wearing a t shirt, finally showing some form of discomfort. “It’s a little early in the relationship for that kind of question, don’t you think?” he forced out, leaning back against the couch and running his hands through his hair. 

“So, this is a relationship?” she inquired, propping her knee up and turning to face him.

He ran his palms up and down his thighs. “I mean, the beginning, yeah. It’s not really developed much, but there’s definitely an us. If you want it to be, that is.” He turned, facing back toward her, putting the ball in her court.

“I… don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” He was confused. He thought they’d made progress.

“Have you heard of Schrödinger’s Cat?”

“I– I–ummm… showing’s what now?”

“Schrödinger’s Cat. It’s a physics thought experiment. So, basically there’s this cat, and it’s in a box, but until you open it, it could be considered both dead and alive.”

“Okay…” he responded, obviously perplexed as to what that had to do with them.

“I don’t date casually because I’m not in the business of getting my heart broken. I know it may seem like I ignore my emotions a lot, but I’m actually quite in tune with them. And to be completely honest, I fell in love with the thought of you before I even knew you. Now I do know you, and despite everything that’s happened, I think you’re lovely. So, actually being involved with you and it not working out would… crush me.”

“Or it could work out and we could be really happy together. Because, I mean, I can see us together. Like, as a couple. You’re not just a fling to me, you know?”

The earnest look in his eyes made her want to commit right then and there, but she needed to be sure about this before she made any decision. “Can I– Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he agreed quickly.

They sat side by side in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she spoke up. “I was actually about to go for a run before you showed up.”

“Right, sorry.” He popped up off the couch, stuffing his hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards the door. She grabbed her keys and followed him. “Before I go, let me do something,” he said then pushed his lips on hers before she even had a chance to wonder what he was about to do. She was so surprised by his sudden, bold action that she didn’t respond for several seconds, but when she did she felt like she was floating on water. He worked over her lips like the waves ripple in the sea.. And, when he suckled on her bottom lip drawing out a sweet moan from her then went back in and dipped his tongue into her mouth, she decided that she wouldn’t mind drowning in him. 

He rendered her completely speechless when he finally drew back from her and spent the time she needed to recover from the kiss gently smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip with one hand and rubbing circles into her lower back with the other.. “What… was that?” she sputtered after a minute or so.

“Just figured you’d need some data. Can’t draw conclusions for an experiment without sufficient data.”

She nodded, then rubbed her hands up his chest and slithered them around his neck going in for one more round of “data.” “Okay, okay,” she said, turning in his arms and opening the door quickly before she completely lost herself in him. “Wait,” she said grasping his hand, as he began to walk away. He raised his eyebrows at her. “How long will you be in town for?”

“However long it takes for you to open that box.” He winked at her with a splitting grin spread across his face, then walked away leaving her leaning breathless against her door.

Be a Good Girl

Author: @stilinski-lover-24
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Rating: NSFW 18+
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Very Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Bondage, Fingering, Oral (M>F), Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids).
Word Count: 3,829 words
Request: Stiles x reader where they’re studying and he finds her web history and discovers her kinks. He starts trying to distract her but she won’t move until he says ‘be a good girl for daddy’ leads to rough sex etc. Please tag me in it ☺️☺️ thanks xx
A/N: So this is my first smut and it’s hella smutty in my opinion. And because it is my first smut, it’s written in third person and may not be as good as other writers, but it’ll improve over time. And my Professor Dylan O'Brien AU is on hold, as is the other requests because I have to study for about six major exams coming up. And also, thank you @proudglader for the deliciously sinful request.


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boyfriend! lai guanlin
  • captain awkward supreme
  • the type who looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
  • when you first met him at school because your mutual friends wanted to hang you thought he hated human beings
  • he had this dead look in his eyes and barely talked the whole time y’all were at karaoke and basically just watched his friends sing
  • you couldn’t deny that he was rly good looking man
  • you almost felt sorry that he seemed so secluded so you approached him and was like hey…what’s your name?
  • you learned that he was from taiwan and was like!!!! that’s so COOL wtf taiwan is so cool sjneodlfk i wanna go there >:(
  • guanlin smiled a lil and he soon found you super easy to talk to and stuff bc you didn’t make fun of his pronunciation 
  • also got this massive crush on you bc like….ur so nice to him and takes care of him and teaches him korean words without saying shit like “lmao how do u not know this”
  • the crush was sO obvious like the wanna one members didn’t even know you but they kept finding guanlin with this stupid lil smile while texting so they were like ok suspicious
  • jisung: I bet 5000 won that he has a crush and they’ll get together in two weeks
  • seongwoo: 10000 won here that it’ll be in three days
  • one time you guys were texting and it was getting late and suddenly you were like…hey, do you like me?
  • guanlin: FREAKS OUT but he also knows that it’s either now or never
  • guanlin: yeah…..
  • guanlin: can we be together?
  • he didn’t tell anyone about you bc he wanted to keep it lowkey but one day jihoon was like hey who’s this person on your lock screen
  • REAL SMOOTH GUANLIN REAL SMOOTH
  • he’s not a very touchy person and could be misinterpreted as annoyed with you but after a while you realized he just needed some encouragement
  • if you reach your hand out to him and say “hold my hand >:0″ he gets a little shy but after a short hesitation he’ll hold it
  • GUANLIN’S HAND GETS SWEATY REAL FAST BC HE’S NERVOUS AF SAVE HIM
  • howeVER hand holding with him is so nice bc….his hands are rly big tbh and his fingers are long and it really sorts of gives you this safe feeling
  • the type to want to try a lot of things with you but too shy to say it so you usually have to be the one to bring it up
  • he has this cute af reaction though like you’ll say “hey did you want to cuddle and watch a movie?” he’ll nod his head really fast and get this sparkle in his eyes
  • puppy guanlin yes
  • he suppresses his smile a lot because he doesn’t want to seem overly excited and bc he has that sweggy rapper image u know but he’s weak for u so that image is nonexistent when it’s just the two of y’all
  • lets u feed him cookies while cuddling
  • after a few months into the relationship he’s a lot more relaxed and laughs more often
  • guanlin’s the biggest victim of teasing bc his reactions are just straight up CUTE
  • mild embarrassment: puts his head down and smiles a little
  • medium embarrassment: giggles and shoves you
  • maximum embarrassment: shouts sTOP and gets into this ball position with steaming red ears
  • imagine fashionista guanlin dressing you up and picking out the best accessories for you
  • but also imagine shopping at a mall with your arms linked and guanlin looking like a runaway model who could fight off 12 men
  • but aLSO imagine fooling around in the candy section and laughing because guanlin spread the chocolate all over his teeth to make you laugh
  • guanlin: the type to look cool af but also has the mindset of a 10 year old
  • even after a long time he still wouldn’t seem to be very touchy but he absolutely wouldn’t mind you initiating any type of pda
  • but ONCE you two were on the train somewhere with your hands locked and he noticed that you looked rly depressed :((( so he raised your hand and kissed the back of your palm and said “hey feel better okay :(”
  • and that made like your entire week LMAO
  • if he catches you looking sad he’d start to comfort you and then make this freestyle rap in the middle to make you laugh
  • whenever he visits his family in Taiwan he makes sure to bring back a lot of taiwanese snacks and merch for you
  • first kiss with guanlin……lmao
  • again mr AWKWARD SUPREME here and you were just cuddling and suddenly mama jisung’s words rang in his ears
  • jisung three weeks ago: hey if it’s already been six months haven’t you guys kissed yet? 
  • guanlin: yeah why
  • seongwoo: no he didn’t mean those baby kisses on the cheeks and stuff sweetheart he meant if you guys have smashed your lips together yet
  • when he said that guanlin’s life flashed before his eyes and he was like…..kISS????? THAT IS…….TOO HIGH OF A LEVEL FOR ME TO CHALLENGE……………..
  • back to present your eyes got so wide when guanlin went “we haven’t rly kissed before have we” BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO SMOOTH
  • and then guanlin kinda just starts leaning towards you and your mind’s like holy shit this is really happening 
  • you suddenly feel really warm and you could smell the strawberry cake he had a few hours ago….and when your lips are almost about to touch your noses bump bc guanlin forgot to tilt his face 
  • and he gets so ridiculously embarrassed about it he just stands up and leaves to the bathroom and legit wouldn’t come out for the next four hours
  • guanlin may not be the “perfect ideal boyfriend” that matches his looks but he always tries his hardest to make sure that you’re happy!!

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The Jones Act waiver for Puerto Rico expired on Sunday night and “it is not being extended at this time,” Department of Homeland Security spokesman David Lapan told HuffPost on Monday.

DHS had temporarily waived the Jones Act ― an arguably outdated law that imposes exorbitant shipping costs on the U.S. island ― on Sept. 28. The waiver has meant that Puerto Rico has been able to import food, fuel and supplies more quickly, and for half the costs, in the aftermath of Hurricane Maria.

With the 1920 law back in effect, the island will go back to paying much higher shipping costs to import supplies. The Jones Act requires that all goods shipped between U.S. ports be carried by American-owned and operated ships, which are more expensive vessels than others in the global marketplace. That’s meant that Puerto Rico pays double the costs for goods from the U.S. mainland compared with neighboring islands ― and that U.S. vessels are making bank.

The return to higher shipping costs won’t help Puerto Rico as it tries to climb out of economic devastation. Nearly half of the 3.4 million Americans on the island still don’t have drinking water since Maria hit nearly three weeks ago. Just 15 percent have electricity. Many people still haven’t heard from loved ones, and at least 39 deaths have been attributed to the storm.

Lapan said DHS is “always prepared to review requests on a case-by-case basis and respond quickly” to possible waivers of the Jones Act. But those decisions have to be related to national defense, he said, and are not driven by cost-related matters.

“We believe that extending the waiver is unnecessary to support the humanitarian relief efforts” on Puerto Rico, Lapan said. “There is an ample supply of Jones Act-qualified vessels to ensure that cargo is able to reach” the island.

Donald Trump, who is spending Monday golfing, had originally hedged on waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico at all, saying “a lot of shippers” didn’t want him to do it. 

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