Good-and-plenty

So… After some time without any events, we are happy to announce NoHate Awareness Week 2.0!

This is a repetition of last year’s event and, starting on July 10th up until the 16th, we’ll be sending out good vibes, positive energy, and plenty of happiness to share with the network and the fandom!

The rules are the same as last year, please read this post carefully!

This event is open to everyone, not only members of the network.

Always mention on your works/asks that you’re participating on this event so we can collect everything on this blog!


Monday, July 10: ANON LOVE DAY:

  • Send out positive, encouraging, and cheerful anonymous messages to someone on the SnK fandom!
  • Doesn’t matter how many people, as long as you’re helping to spread love!

Tuesday, July 11: SHIP ACCEPTANCE DAY:

  • Write, draw or create something featuring a ship that you wouldn’t normally do!
  • It can be a rarepair, a ship you love but never get around to creating anything for, something you don’t normally ship but would be OK making content of, etc. (we’re not asking you to draw/write about your NOTPs/things that make you uncomfortable if you don’t want to).

Wednesday, July 12: LOVE YOURSELF DAY:

  • Be proud of who you are and take a selfie!
  • Bonus points if you make a heart with your hands!
  • If you’re shy or you don’t post selfies, make a post about something you like about yourself!
  • Make sure to tag everything with #nohate awareness week.

Thursday, July 13: LOVE YOUR ARTIST DAY:

  • Appreciate the wonderful artists within this network and the fandom!
  • Send an ask or make an appreciation post to the artists you think that deserve your love!!

Friday, July 14: LOVE YOUR WRITER DAY:

  • Appreciate the wonderful artists within this network and the fandom!
  • Send an ask or make an appreciation post to the writers you think that deserve your love!!

Saturday, July 15: LOVE YOUR EDIT MAKER DAY:

  • Appreciate the wonderful edit/graphic makers within this network and the fandom!
  • Send an ask or make an appreciation post to the edit/graphic makers you think that deserve your love!!

Sunday, July 16: APPRECIATE YOUR MUTUALS/FOLLOWERS DAY:

  • Last but not least, let us not forget the people that see, like and reblog your posts everyday!
  • Send an ask or make a post appreciating these people!

Note: Tag all your posts for this event as #nohate awareness week and state in your anon asks that you are participating!

If you have any more questions feel free to message us!

I’m glad we’re not getting a Season 2 this year

I’ve seen people disappointed about the movie, and wanting a Season 2 in October.

My perspective is… This is the BEST NEWS THAT I HAVE HEARD in this fandom, hallelujah.

The biggest enemy that Yuri on Ice has always had is its own success. When your show is basically printing money in DVD and merchandise sales, you can bet that the higher ups are breathing down your neck. Do more. Do it now. Do it faster. If you find a goose that lays golden eggs, by all means, make that thing lay as fast as it freaking can, and while you’re at it, can you make those eggs any bigger?

I have seen success absoutely ruin amazing shows/series/book series/etc. Over and over and over again.

This is particularly true when the show/series/book series has a strong romantic subplot, as Yuri on Ice does. That’s because often, in order to keep people who are invested in the romance invested, shows tend to do one of two things: 1. Keep people from getting together long after any reasonable person could imagine that they’d be apart, or 2. Add ridiculous drama to keep splitting them apart and then getting them back together.

I trust Kubo and Yamamoto. I don’t for one second trust bean counters. And I absolutely do NOT want to see someone splitting up Yuri and Victor in nonorganic ways just to keep some unnaturally stupid tension. Yuri on Ice was magical because it was made with love–every aspect of it–and every time the show surprised us, it was with how much more love was in the show than we’d ever imagined. But it is hard to manage that fine line between enough internal tension to move the story forward and that love that makes Yuri on Ice utterly magical.

When I heard details about the production, I could sense that love. They traveled to every venue, constructed the story around what was actually possible. The spirit of everywhere they went to pervades each scene. You can line up shots of where they were with anime scenes. The way they constructed characters, their skates, the music for their skates, how it all fits together to tell an overarching story about love in all its forms, something that is utterly compelling and yet lacks villains. Even details like putting the wedding rings on the right hand. This is storytelling at its very damned best, at every level, and I’m on my knees to it.

And you want them to do what they did in years for season 1 in a matter of months? It’s not possible. Not with the site visits. Not with needing to construct characters with respect and love. Not with commissioning music. Kubo was talking on Twitter today about visiting Mexico, and the idea of her taking Leo’s heritage as a Mexican American so seriously, and with such respect, in a time when Mexican-Americans are being absolutely vilified in this country, makes me almost weepy. That is what I want–that love, that respect for what they do.

The very, very worst thing that could happen to Yuri on Ice is for the second season to be made with money in mind rather than love. I would rather have no second season than to see someone push this show to become more “mainstream” (read: toning down the queerness, fuck that), or for them to not have the time to develop a story line that continues season 1 with the mastery and the love that made it so special.

The fact that they’re taking their time is the best thing I could have heard. We can get it fast or we can get it good. There’s plenty of media out there that comes out fast. There’s a reason this one was special. Everyone who wants something fast, well, there’s plenty of crap out there–feel free to be a fan of it.

Have a little patience, and trust the people who brought you this piece of genius, who have every financial incentive to take as much money as possible. If they say you’re not getting a season 2 this year, you better believe that it’s because they can’t do it well.

Two years may sound like an eternity, but a crappy season is the thing that actually lasts forever.

Hey noodles! I’m back with another masterpost! I’ve gotten a few asks about how I take photos, so I decided to condense all of this into one post.

all my posts | my masterposts | ask me anything


Lighting:

  • Shoot when it’s light out for best quality photos, because natural lighting is honestly your best friend. Taking them when it’s lighter out will also make it easier to edit them.
  • ** A lesser known tip that I’ve learned myself is to take photos in pure light. My room is pink, so unless I take pictured in the middle of my room at noon they turn out with an annoying purple tint. it’s hard to edit that out, so I sometimes go to other spots in my house to take photos.
  • EXTRA: If you’re taking photos with a screen turn down the brightness. High brightness gives the screen so much glare that you often can’t see anything other than a bright spot.

Taking the photos:

  • I’m using a colorful planner as an example, so I’m using a white background.
  • If your subject is plainer, you can use a brighter background. (I used a sweater)
  • You can also take a picture of your whole desk.
  • EXTRA: lots of pillowcases/sheets=lots of backgrounds!

Editing:

  • I use Aviary and vsco, and I edit the brightness/exposure, contrast, saturation, warmth, and tint. On vsco I add either the filters A6 or OC and add on the following to fit.
  • Brightness/exposure: turn these up depending on how bright your original photos are
  • Contrast: turn this up for clarity
  • Saturation: turn the saturation up because photos will generally look washed out after you turn up the brightness (be careful that it doesn’t look unnatural)
  • Warmth: always turn this down, especially if you take pictures in artificial light.
  • Tint: this is what I use to correct the purple-y tint that a lot of my pictures cave because of the color of my walls (I turn it greener, but I imagine it’ll be opposite if you have a green/blue room).

Here are some more before and afters:

++look at this post for the individual photos

I took these around 5 PM, and you can definitely see the purple I was talking about above.

More masterposts like this:

People who take great photos and links to their original content:

@stillstudies | posts

@littlestudyblrblog | posts

@obsidianstudy | posts

@stvdybuddies | posts

@bookmrk | posts

@academiix | posts

@studie-s | posts

@studyfulltime | posts

@studytherin | posts

@studylustre | posts

@studyquill | posts


An important point:

You don’t have to do this at all to be a good studyblr. Plenty of amazing studyblrs don’t jump through this many hoops every time they want to post. I would actually encourage you to not do all of this every time you want to post. I used to spend hours agonizing over my photos, and, believe it or not, my grades went down! Now I know how to balance the aesthetic and actual studying, but I was so caught up in how my notes looked that I wasn’t studying them. If you like to take pretty notes and photographs, then have fun with it, but definitely don’t feel pressured to do all of this if you don’t want to.

Anxiety Cleanse

Originally posted by rosamondslehmann

Disclaimer: this is not to be used as a replacement for proper medical treatment if you have anxiety disorder.  

Anxiety is a normal thing that all of us experience at some point or another.  But sometimes this energy can build up in your living space whether you have anxiety disorder or you went through a long stressful period.  This is a little cleansing ritual you can use to rid your space of stagnant, unwanted anxious energy specifically.

Things you will need:

Lavender flowers 

Moon water

Calming Music ( I like to use is this)

Something to burn your lavender in

Directions:

Play your calming music, there really is no set genre for this.  Whatever you find soothing and helps you stay in a good state of mind is plenty sufficient.  However you do it, just make sure it keeps playing through out the cleanse.  Before starting, breath in deeply and picture that music flowing into your body.  Exhale and release your stress.  If you need to do this a few more times, do so.

Now you will take your lavender flowers and light them so they start to smoke.  Lavender flowers (unless you are using a dried bundle meant for smoke cleansing) don’t tend to stay burning to keep the lighter with you.  Walk around the border of your room, starting from the most northern corner and waft the smoke about your space.  Do this three times always starting and ending at the northern point.  As you do this, focus on the lavender smoke chasing away, banishing the residual anxiety and stress before setting your lavender aside.

For the last step, take your moon water and sprinkle it around your space.  This is consecrating your space. Focus on it bringing in a light and clean energy.  Take a moment to take in the music that you have playing and then you are all done!

Safe Travels

Dear YOI fandom,

You should read Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

·         You like canon gay ship? we have lovely ship. great hull, and masts and whatever else ships got

·         you like height differences? we’ve got height differences

·         and tol boys? so many (2) tol boys

·         true fucking love that nothing can stop? you guessed it

·         beautiful and funny supporting ladies? oh yeah

·         angry teens™

·         many laugh!

·         cultural references!

·         if you join the fandom and draw fan art, we will worship you like a god. seriously. you are all so good and i’ve been through the Carry On fan art tag like 6000 times

·         please draw for us

·         your art is so good and so plentiful

·         i promise you will love our boys

·         this has all been a ploy to get you to draw for us (me)

·         but also there is magic!

·         subverting tropes!! just like YOI!!

·         and happy ending!!

·         but best part is fandom. so good. soo pure. cinnamon roll fandom

ok come join us and tell me when you love it!! you’re welcome!!

Handmade clothes and body image...

[cw: body image/weight]


Over the last 2 days i designed, draped, and sewed a dress. I really like it. It’s deep red shot cotton and I eked it out of just two yards of 44″ wide fabric, which I’m really proud of. It’s the first dress I’ve made in over two years, and I just feel good about it.

But I had a lot of Thoughts about Bodies and Clothes while making it. 

See, I started seriously garment sewing when I was 19 and deeply, troublingly insecure about my body. I’ll be upfront here: I wear a 30GG. I have a lot of boob, extremely narrow shoulders and ribcage, a short waist and a lot of hip, and just generally a lot going on for 5′3″. I started garment sewing because I wasn’t happy with the fit of off the rack clothes. I didn’t fully realize, then, just how detailed my knowledge of my own shapes would have to be to do this thing right.

So where am I going with this? I drafted a bodice. I draped a bodice. The fit isn’t perfect, because I’m really rusty, but it’s plenty good enough.

(you can see in the above photo that I didn’t get the bust dart placement quite right)

The point is that I started sewing at 19 because I was scared of my body. What I have learned in the intervening years is just how empowering knowing about your own body can be. It’s one thing to know that your shoulders are narrow and your bust is huge; I think most cis women know those sorts of things about their bodies and that’s part of the insecurity. 

But what is empowering is knowing how to make clothes that actually fit those shapes. You know: instead of a dress that is baggy in the shoulders and bursting across the chest, I can have a dress that hits my collarbone right and is a little blousy. I don’t even have WORDS for how much this has meant to me over the last few years. 

I’m mainly a knitter these days, but this applies here too. Choosing a sweater pattern? I can go one size down for the yoke and one size up for the chest. See how the raglan lines on this sweater hit my collarbones but the chest isn’t tight?

GO MAKE STUFF. FIGHT THE PATRIARCHY. TRUST YOURSELF. It helps. It really does.

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

Meet You Downstairs

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As Jack descends in the elevator to the basement, it strikes him that he never knew his condo building had a rental suite. Between his hockey commitments and hermit tendencies, there’s still a lot about his own home he doesn’t know despite living here for six years. It’s part of the reason he offered to help out around the building: to keep himself social during the summer season. His parents talked a lot about building a community of friends outside of work, and he knows his way around a toolbox so. Why not?

The basement is… really creepy, actually, reserved for the storage lockers and recycling bins. Even the parking garage is a level up and more inviting than this. There’s only one hallway so Jack follows it, certain he’s going the right way when he hears the voice through the wall.

“It’s fine, Mama. I know you wanted to help me pick out a place but this one is great. It’s in a nice neighbourhood, very secure… Yes, I got your pepper spray in the care package, but please, this is Providence, not New York City.”

Jack doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he can’t help but notice how young this guy sounds. In a building where the average condo sells for over two million dollars, most of the neighbours he sees in the halls are retirees or working professionals. There aren’t many parties, which he appreciates.

He knocks on the cheap wooden door which rattles in the hinges. No wonder they’re renting this room out instead of selling, he thinks. There’s shuffling on the other side, and Jack hears the boy… man say “Goodness, I think the custodian is here already… of course I have pie who do you think I am? Call you back, love you.”

The door opens and there’s a lingering moment of silence as they each look at the person across from them. This guy looks to be a few years younger than Jack, a bit shorter, lean but with well-defined muscles he can see quite clearly thanks to him wearing the shortest shorts that could possibly be considered not-underwear. He’s staring. Oh boy, he’s staring and he needs to not be doing that so he drags his eyes up and they stall on the loose neckline of his tank top.  

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If you ever feel afraid that no one will ever love you, I want you to think about Good & Plenty candies

I mean, have you ever tried these things? They’re TERRIBLE. They are, without a doubt, the worst candy ever invented. (And in a world where Circus Peanuts and Boston Baked Beans exist, that’s saying a lot.)

The outside is waxy and flavorless. The inside is disgusting black licorice. And the pink ones get their color from a dye that’s a concoction of metal, salt, and the crushed corpses of parasitic bugs. (I’m not even making that up.)

But you know what? Somehow, inexplicably, there are people who love Good & Plenty “candy.” And not just a few people. You can buy these cursed confections in ALL 50 STATES OF AMERICA. That means there MUST be enough people buying them to keep them stocked all over the country.

My point is, if that many people love a candy as foul as Good & Plenty, don’t you dare think for a second that you, who are FAR superior to that white and pink abomination, can never be loved.

You are worthy of love. And plenty of it.

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Here’s what the Chinese zodiac says about you

Happy Lunar New Year! 2017 is the year of the rooster, and it’s believed that anyone born under this sign will have a good year with plenty of luck and opportunities. To figure out which sign you are, simply look for your birth year!

See the rest.

Rogue One Coffee Shop!Au

(blame @heliophobicsoul, who came up with the good ones on here)

  • Cassian Andor helps run the political campaign for Leia Organa’s senate run, and since he works 24/7 he needs good coffee and good coffee is definitely plentiful at Rogue One coffee. 
  • Jyn Erso is the surly barista whose coffee skills are thankfully good enough to deal with her glares and bad customer 
  • Baze Malbus is the chef in the back. He’s also surly but thankfully he rarely interacts with customers
  • Chirrut Îmwe is a regular and definitely the favorite regular they all have, even though he’s constantly making up horoscope posts to all the customers and workers. 
  • Bodhi Rook is the owner of the shop and probably the most Sunshine worker there. 
  • When Cassian visits there for the first five times, Jyn keeps giving him the wrong name (one of her favorite games to play) like Cassandra, Cassie, Caesura etc until (on a really bad day of his) he snaps and says his name is “CASSIAN GODDAMNIT” 
  • From them on, Jyn writes his name as “cASSian” but she does it with a smile and Cassian takes that as enough of a victory (x)
  • Baze (mr. Black Coffee) always take the care to make sure that Chirrut’s ridiculous, sugary order is exactly how he likes it. (x)
  • Cassian’s coworker Kaytoo visits Rogue One Coffee exactly one (1) time and then decides he wants his coffee “without nonsense.” But he does always ask Cassian to grab him a muffin from the bakery section.
  • Bodhi always tries to make new drink concoctions and force customers to try them (x) and the only one who’s always willing is Luke Skywalker, a student over at the university.
  • Whenever Chirrut is getting too pushy, Baze calls from the kitchen for him to knock it off and Chirrut always says, “You only hate this because you’re a Scorpio, stop being negative” 
  • When Leia tries the coffeeshop (at Cassian’s behest), she Instagrams it and it becomes a massively popular spot for like six months straight. 
  • When Cassian and Leia come in together a couple weeks later, Jyn thinks they’re dating and she gets even surlier (and also goes back to writing “cassandra” on Cassian’s cup and “lilo” on Leia’s) 
  • One day, Chirrut stays as Baze is closing up the shop and kisses him and they become like the OTP of Rogue One Coffee.
  • Bodhi and Luke keep flirting but they both can’t seem to spit out their feelings until Jyn throws a (thankfully empty) coffee cup at Luke that’s says “HE’S INTO YOU ASK HIM OUT - sincerely everyone” and they finally start dating.
  • Kaytoo comes into the shop one day, dragging Cassian by the sleeve, and demands Jyn and Cassian to end their sexual tension “because it is honestly sickening.” Cassian gets all cute and awkward and asks Jyn for their number and in the back of the shop you can just hear Baze going “fucking finally”

EDIT: NOW WITH FIC! thanks again Savannah you’re a gift.

Mushy Stuff

“No mushy stuff!,” my parents would insist whenever I told them I was going on a date. I figured it was what parents had to say. No one wants to think about their kids having a sex life. Just like how kids don’t like to think of their parents having one.

So I went on my dates. And they were great. Lots of fun, countless good times, and yes, plenty of sex. Plenty of “mushy stuff,” as my parents were wont to say as I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

Like any kid, I did my best to hide it from them. I was always careful. Protection was always involved - although with my most recent girlfriend, we sometimes took risks. Passion is a hell of a thing.

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MariChat May 28th: Kiss it better

(ao3)

Summary: Chat provokes Marinette.

Warning: T-rated Sin ahead.


“What do you mean ‘kiss it better’?!” Marinette puffed her cheeks out in anger. “My kisses are plenty good enough you, you no good cat!”

Chat nonchalantly leaned against the rails on her balcony. “I don’t know, you seem like the type to be inexperienced.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Marinette glared at him. “My kisses are great!”

He smirked. “Prove it.”

Answering his challenge, Marinette grabbed onto his bell and tugged him down to her lips.

The feeling of her lips on his made Chat’s smirk fall of his face. They were soft and pliant and so Marinette that he couldn’t help but gently pull her closer. The tiny mewl she let out as he pulled her in made his head go a little fuzzy.

The girl’s eyes glazed over as she desperately pulled him in closer by tugging on his bell. The want for him in those eyes lit a fire in Chat that could only be cooled by more of her.

He was granted more when she pushed her soft tongue into his mouth. He couldn’t help but purr at the feeling of her exploring his mouth and fighting his tongue.

Without breaking from their kiss Chat slid his clawed hands up to cup her face and gently rub small patterns into her cheeks. She responded by entangling her small soft hands in his fluffy hair.

He couldn’t help the moan of approval when her hand accidently scratched behind his ear. Marinette’s eye’s widened a fraction and then her nails were gently scraping his scalp, paying special attention to that pleasurable spot she had found behind his ears.

In response he fought her tongue back into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth was far more than Chat was able to deal with at the moment. His tongue started exploring every inch of her hot mouth while her own more agile tongue continued to run along his.

He let out an embarrassing mewl when she pulled back to gently suck on his tongue. He felt her smirk against his mouth. He slid his hands from where they were cupping her cheeks back down to her sides where he then dug his claws into her. She let out a small keening moan in response that blew away whatever was left of Chat’s mind.

They only broke apart for a breath before Chat brought up a hand to tilt her head to the side. He pressed his lips against hers once again. He couldn’t help purring at the feel of her soft lips on his and her hands still sliding through his blonde hair, sharp nails scratching an itch he didn’t know he had.

The feeling of her soft body against his, this close, was intoxicating. Her moans even more intoxicating. The noises his cute classmate were making only fueled that new obsession. In an attempt to drag more of those wonderful sounds out of her he nibbled at her lip and smiled when he got a soft squeak out of her. He dragged his claws gently down her back and was rewarded with her parting their mouths so she could let out a low moan.

His eyes drifted to her neck and wondered what noises he could pull out of her by switching his attention to it.

He frowned when he realized he couldn’t easily reach her neck from where he leaned back on the balcony rails. Quickly pulling farther away from her, which earned a soft whimper and a plea to continue, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed her on the railing.

Her new position allowed him to drive his face into her neck. She once again buried her hands in his hair (he was starting to think she really liked it) as he gently trailed his tongue across her neck. Her low moan turning into a small yelp as he nibbled and bit at her skin. She whimpered when he pulled back to admire the small bruise he had left on her.

When he didn’t immediately continue Marinette dragged him up to her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. This time his cute friend dominated the kiss completely. Using his hair she shifted his head to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. She wrestled his tongue until all he could do was accept hers exploring his mouth.

At the same time she was once again scratching behind his ears which drew out a deep purr from deep within him. She hummed happily into his mouth before gently rubbing her hand up and down his cat ears. The feeling of her soft hands on his ears made him crave her even more.

They finally broke apart and Marinette let her arms slide to rest on his shoulders with a smirk, his hands still rested on her hips from when he had sat her on the rails. She was the first to speak.

“How’s that for inexperienced?” She asked breathlessly her cheeks flushed handsomely.

Flushing himself Chat chuckled, pulled her closer, and hummed in consideration. “I don’t know.” At her offended look he placed a gentle kiss on the side of her mouth. “I might need some more demonstrations.” He winked.

Marinette wasted no time and soon enough he was once again drowning in her.

6

Spring is upon us here is South Australia
Heres a few photos of a couple of things ive been able to do of late
Looking forward to a good summer ahead with plenty of activities an relaxation to come