I-HAD-TO-DO-IT-OKAY

Yes, sure its fun to see a lady spin around like that, but I had one of my friends ask me - “Where do you even use this mate?”

Here’s one application that I know very well off.


Spin Stabilization

If you have ever seen a rocket launch, you might know that sometimes the rockets are given a spin while launching. This is known as spin stabilization.

Basically, the rotational inertia of the rotating body will stabilize the rocket against any disturbances and help maintain its intended heading.

The same principle is used in rifling of firearms as well. **


YoYo DeSpin

Okay, now there is the question how to “De-spin” the rocket:

Well, you do what the lady does: stretch out your arms and you will slow down !

The rocket has weights connected to a cable that stretch out and almost immediately the rocket slows down. This maneuver is known as the YoYo DeSpin. ( Damn good name ! )

All thanks to the conservation of angular momentum !

Have a good one !


* Another method to stabilization : 3-axis stabilization

** Bullets spin stabilization - post

** Source rocket launch video

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of fanart and fics where aged up Lance has scars on his skin, and man do I dig that aesthetic, but what if it’s the opposite? What if healing pods not only repair injuries to the point where there’s no scarring, but they also repair old damage? Like, say, regenerating tissues and cells to the point where the whole body is like brand new.

The scar that Lance’s sister gave him when he was four? Gone. The old burn he had when he was twelve and touched the stove? Like it was never there in the first place. And siblings fight, and Lance has a lot of siblings, so he’s bound to have many “battle” scars, but they’re wiped away, one by one  — like they were never there, like his past with his family never happened.

So maybe at some point, when he only has so many scars left, Lance starts fearing taking an injury, not because of pain and blood, but because that means another trip to a healing pod. Another mark of his past, proof that he really is a boy from Cuba, washed away like ocean foam. Maybe at some point, even if the injury is severe enough for to warrant a visit to the pods, but not quite severe enough that it’d keep Lance from piloting Blue, he denies Coran when he suggests he visit the infirmary. Maybe he wants to heal naturally, welcoming new scars to join the old ones.

Maybe he learns to accept it, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe the birthmark on his hip is one day wiped away, replaced by unblemished tanned skin, and maybe Lance stays up till two crying because there’s so little left of who he used to be. What’s left of him that hasn’t been stomped on by parades of war and sullied with blood, tears and duty?

And maybe, when years have passed and the universe is finally well off that they can return home for a few vargas, maybe… Maybe Lance still looks the same.

Maybe all his visits to the healing pods; being exposed to their magic and quintessence has regenerated him to the point where he still looks exactly the same as he did when they snuck out of the Garrison that one oh so fateful night. Maybe it’s been two years, maybe it’s been ten, but the Paladins all look the same, to the dot, like they’re untouched by time. But Lance’s family doesn’t. His little sister, who used to only reach Lance’s hip, all pigtails and freckles, maybe she’s now tall enough to reach his chest and better at math than Lance will ever be. Maybe she has new scars Lance has never seen or kissed away.

Maybe his mom has worry lines and grey hairs Lance knows she didn’t have when he last saw her, and maybe she talks less than he remembers. Maybe she has to pinch herself when she first sees her son after however many years, because he hasn’t changed a bit. Maybe she breaks into tears at the sight of him, and her hug is just as warm and three times as tight as Lance remembers.

Maybe his siblings give him a new scar to cherish before there’s another planet, another crisis that needs Voltron.

rellni944  asked:

Please give Zarya Bayonetta's legs!

okay so

i have a funny story to tell you (this is fsm in case you don’t wanna read the tags yet)

so, i’ve been super busy lately what with performing a musical and all and then preparing to hit the ground running with a spring play that had rehearsals starting the week after it finished (sorry i didn’t tell you!)

and so, i decided to start up again now that i had the weekend to myself and i selected a commission to do. this one ended up looking pretty easy! (that may have been why i selected it. sorry, but i’m super worn-out)

wELL

THE THING IS, THE GUN THAT’S COVERING HALF OF HER BODY + HER SUPER WIDE STANCE? MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO FIGURE OUT ITS PROPORTION TO HER WAISTLINE, WHICH MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO ACCURATELY ATTACH THE LEG AND MAKE IT LOOK GOOD AS IF SHE WAS ACTUALLY BAYONETTA FROM THE WAIST DOWN.

voila. that’s how this picture came to be one of the hardest (and yet, surprisingly not super time-consuming) pieces that i’ve ever done.

i’m not gonna say i’m throwing shade, but SQUINTS

I’ll Be Here When You Wake - Auston Matthews Imagine

Hi could you please do an imagine where you’re Auston’s best friend and he helps you through a sleepless night?

Okay I loved this one because dang last night I didn’t sleep until 5 and I had to be up at 9 rip me. Anyway I hope you all like it as much as I do, thanks for reading!! -Accius

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I drew Jack and Mark as Greg and Angus from Night in the Woods! Yay!

Soooo the story behind this…I was basically watching Jack’s play through of Night in the Woods and I loved the fact that Jack and Greg were a lot alike and I was going to just draw Jack as Gregory but that changed when I had noticed how adorable Greg and Angus were so I decided to draw them as Septiplier. Thought it would be adorable.

Edit: I also want to say something about the whole Septiplier thing. So yes I made it a Septiplier. Why? Not only because I wanted to draw a Septiplier, and because I wanted to draw Jack as Greg, but because I just like being creative with the whole Septiplier thing. Yes I ship it, but I do respect both Mark and Jack. I don’t take the ship too seriously at all. I know that they will never be together. I’m okay with that, it doesn’t stop me from writing fanfiction or drawing fan art. The Septiplier ship and even other ships and the people involved inspire me. That’s all. What’s wrong with that? Nothing. There is nothing wrong with it in my opinion…I still love both Mark and Jack and I will always support them and respect them as people…Septiplier is just one of the things I enjoy and I love being creative with…well not too creative if ya know what I mean…Okay anyway I’m sorry for the ramble or if it didn’t make sense…I just needed to put that out there.

soltserra  asked:

Are you feeling okay?

Taking this opportunity to vent vent vent..I’m on mobile so I can’t tag so tw for: hospital ment//
Sort of. I had a sugar high but now it’s fading and I’m back to my anxious self ;-;
I’m really worried about dad. The other day I broke down crying at the mall because dad like. Never complains about any sort of pain but he was clutching at his side and making faces it made me so anxious. I dunno what to do since we don’t have insurance and stuff and HHHHHHHHHH. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I guess most of this fear stems from that time mom almost di ed when I was like. 9 years old? 10 years old? I don’t remember. From a sepsis attack and the trauma never truly left me. I’m still really scared. Dad is going back to the hospital tomorrow. Ghxhsjsha I really wanna cry about it????? I’m so scared

-imagine finn as a caregiver for an older disabled woman, named marta. she has a sharp sense of humor and she loves classic movies, especially ones that involve happy endings.

-one afternoon they go to the theatre to see beauty and the beast.

-it’s a weekday afternoon, so there are like 5 people in the whole theatre. they’re also super early, so they’re watching the pre-preview movie trivia and shouting out (outrageously and hilariously) wrong answers at the screen.

-a young woman enters the theatre and marta recognizes her at once. “nurse rey!” marta calls, happily. “come sit with me and my handsome young man!”

-rey lets out a startled laugh, but joins them. turns out she’s the nurse at marta’s allergy clinic, so they see each other every week.

-rey is sweet and kind to her patients, and marta adores her. (marta’s fond of finn, for the same reasons.)

-rey and finn introduce themselves and chat until the previews start. rey’s cute and easy to talk to, and finn likes her at once.

-after the movie, marta invites rey to join them for a late lunch, and she does. the three of them have a great time.

-idrk what else, but basically finn and rey bond over being medical professionals, and marta (not so subtly) plays matchmaker, and adorableness ensues.

anonymous asked:

so like also a group chat between Chloe Adrien and the prince

I’ll do you one sadder.

Adrien: Hey Chlo, you got a gift basket.
Chloe: *curled up in bed, skinny and bald* From who?
Adrien: Prince Ali. It’s mostly chocolate.
Chloe: *tired smile* That’s nice of him… I’ll eat it later, okay?
Adrien: Sure. *squeezes her hand*

Originally posted by urban-adventurer

Tarantino

 @nervousmemzie said: “Jughead promposal to homecoming?”

A/N: If Jughead doesn’t do cute things in a dorky way then I don’t know what to expect. Also sorry if this is short, I’m writing this at like 3am.


“Do I look okay Betty? Is it too much?” Jughead asks the blonde.

“Juggie, I think you look very handsome.” Betty confirms, trying to calm Jughead’s nerves.

“What if they say no? Or already have a date?” 

“I know for a fact they do not have a date and would be excited to have you ask them.” Betty smiles at him. 

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Bambam Imagine - Period

A/N - Requested by the lovely @bambamlol I hope you like it! I really don’t write enough for Bambam so I’m happy I got to do this request, even if it is a little on the short side~

Um can You do a bambam fully were the reader is on their period and bambam doesn’t really know what to do. I hope that’s okay um thanks

You were sat on the sofa, hot water bottle pressed to your stomach in an attempt to soothe the aching pains you were experiencing. You felt sorry for yourself and couldn’t bring yourself to move from your position on the sofa. Bambam was currently out on schedule but hoping to get home soon to see you. He didn’t know you were on your period so you were fully prepared for him to worry that you had gotten sick or something. Picking up the tv remote, you began to flick through the channels in the hopes you’d find something interesting and worth watching.

An hour or so later, Bambam arrived home feeling tired from working. He saw you sleeping on the sofa, clutching the hot water bottle. Immediately, he thought the worst and began to place a hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. He worriedly tried to wake you, only to have you moan at him to go away and let you sleep. 
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong? Are you in any pain?”
“Yes, my stomach is cramped to all hell and I just want to sleep and eat.”
“Why have you got cramps?”
“It’s that time of the month where my body loves to punish me for being a female.”
“Wait..what? Oh…I get it. Uh, do I need to do anything or get you something?”
“Well unless you can magically make this stop, then no. But I wouldn’t say no to some cuddles,” you said as you sat up so Bambam could wrap his arms around you easier. 

“I don’t really know how to look after someone on their period..am I doing this right?” Bambam asked you awkwardly, hoping you wouldn’t laugh at him.
“Yes you are, Bam. You’re doing it perfectly,” you replied, smiling at him before leaning in to kiss him. He happily kissed you back, loving the feel of your lips against his. 
“How’s the cramps?” He asked, sounding concerned. 
“Better. Especially since I’m with you.”
“So cheesy it hurts,” he replied, teasing you. 
“But you still love it.”
“I do. I love you more though.”
“Now who’s being cheesy?” You asked, giggling at his response before leaning in to kiss him again. The rest of the day was spent cuddled up with your boyfriend watching random shows on tv and laughing together, helping you to forget about everything. You were completely wrapped up in Bambam and loved the warmth he gave you. He could just lift your mood so easily without even trying and you loved that about him.

NCT U+ Johnny Reacting To Their S/O’s Family Arguing

Anon: Could you do nct u + johnnys reaction to their s/o bringing them to meet the family and all the s/o and the family do is argue and at the end they apologize they had to sit through all that

A/N: This request was sort of confusing but I did what I could do with it xx


Taeyong:

Taeyong will be really respectful and understanding and he’ll just smile at them, telling them not to apologise. But you could see he was flustered.

Originally posted by teeuai

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun would be a bit scared of the whole thing and will hold your hand tightly, asking you if its too late to leave.

Originally posted by shutupxiumin

Doyoung:

Doyoung just smiled at everyone and pretended it was all okay. He just shook his head nicely when your parents apologised. “It’s okay, all families have their problems.” But you could see how awkward he was.

Originally posted by doyoungg

Taeil:

Taeil would be so awkward but he’ll keep a straight face, often shooting you a smile or two. When your parents apologised he instantly stopped them. “Its okay! My family is pretty problematic too.” And then he realised that he called your family problematic and excused himself to the bathroom to get away from your family.

Originally posted by taei

Mark:

“Y/N what is going on?” He muttered under his breath, still holding a smile. When he saw how uncomfortable you were he stopped. He just smiled and shook his head when your parents apologised asking them not to.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Johnny:

Johnny would just laugh it off, trying be calm but when he saw you losing your shit he held your hand and smiled at you too. He was really mortified when your parents started apologising. “Oh no its okay rlly!”

Originally posted by nctinfo

Ten:

Ten would just smile along, pretending its totally normal and would have to go for bathroom breaks because its so stressful for him. He’ll just smile and nod when your parents apologise, thinking he deserves it.

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

I have a story okay because my life has officially changed today so today was the first day in like 3 weeks that hasn’t been raining absolute dicks and everything was sunny and lovely so I convinced my dad into driving us all out for ice cream and we got our ice creams and went up to this hill that drops off by the ocean

and there were these paragliders just all over the fucking place, like they probably haven’t been out flying for weeks with all this bad weather so they were just having a blast, one guy was swooping low and bouncing off benches and poles it was great

I said to my mum ‘omg do u think they’d let me join in if I asked nicely’ and my mum was like 'heeeeells nah’

fast forward ten minutes later, a guy walks over with a clipboard and is like 'so do any of u wanna go paragliding rn’

and I was like ’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

and my parents were like 'we still owe u that hangliding trip we promised for ur 21st so we’ll shout for this instead’ and they dropped $250 on the spot to make my actual dreams come true this wonderful random Sunday afternoon

and I got to fucking fly today and I’d forgotten what it felt like to not feel depressed until I was floating over the fucking beach in a fucking paraglider and it was FUCKING AMAZING

after like the most stressful months of my life I, right at this very second, feel almost like I did before I had depression like I feel so good and relaxed because there is honestly no other experience quite like floating way up in the air with no sounds but the wind and you can’t tell how fast ur going and everything seems to so far away and it’s all just peaceful and relaxing and beautiful and there is just nothing but air around you from every angle

I need this in my life I will not fucking rest in this world until I make a hobby out of fucking flying you can bet ur ass I’m gonna go the fuck back up there any chance I get, I’ve dreamed of flying for my entire life and now I’ve done it and I want MORE MOTHERFUCKERS I’M HOOKED

Okay, ignore my shitty promo because i’m a photoshop scrub and I can only do simple shit right now because I’m tired and uninspired at the moment. I’d like to thank all of you for taking a chance on a Sin Hoe named Vanessa! I’ve had this OC on my mind for a long time and i’m so happy that i’m finally getting the chance to flesh her out and build upon her character. I hope that as time goes on I actually sick with Vanessa and build up some plots, relationships, and verses with my lovely and beautiful followers. I hope you all know that I love y’all so much and think that you deserve the world. Anyways, on to the list of wonderful people!

@ignte | @ignitech / @heiritor | @monsteredboy | @demolitiongirl | @neonnoise | @nightkrawlers / @realityis | @telepaf | @emmorte | @moriibund | @bleusilk | @brightotter | @beastologist / @valorhalla | @starchillcd | @starlightsulu | @varcolacui | @vrooms | @redlocked | @bringsrains / @lazaruscomplex | @lightlived | @littlcgoldbird | @svdbcy | @snaremaker | @alleyspat / @vraiebete | @ghostpocky / @fuckingbarctta | @ensavaged | @mctriarchy | @manaborn | @reapermaiden / @lycanbirth | @rightmoves | @roastsalive / @icedman | @pursehung / @wickrot | @strawpolls | @norulcs / @ruskibear | @mousaie | @jadesparked | @foodfanatic / @goesfaster / @libertyloved / @r218 / @calledemrys | @pygmyboy / @sylphboned | @adroitic | @cinephiliac | @mousaie | @jadesparked

Dark Protector

YAY! Another Darkiplier fic! 

Fic request: 
“Can I have another Darkiplier Fic? Some fluff. Where like, reader is being bullied and Dark kind of sees it happens and threatens them maybe. It’s okay if you don’t wanna do it. <3”

I wrote this so the reader was a high-schooler and Dark is a friend. Hope thats ok! 

Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by markfangirl

You rarely lied to him. He hated liars, and you were one of the few that refused him the truth. 
But something has been wearing you down. Tearing at the sides of your mind and turning your smile into a soft line. 
When he asked you to tell him what it was that was hurting you, you had simply replied with, 
“It’s nothing, Dark. I’m just tired.” 
That simple lie turned his uncertainty into anger.
There was defiantly something wrong. 
And Dark took it upon himself to find out what. It was lucky he did, because on the day he trailed your daily schedule to school, he witnessed something that made his blood boil. 
“Hey, look there’s the weirdo!” A group chuckled as you approached. Their eyes sneering. “What? Not going to say hello?”
You shouldered your bag and continued inside. As you passed them, one flicked out their foot, catching your shoe and making you trip. You caught yourself before stumbling to the dirt, but Dark could see the frustration flash in your eyes. 
For a moment, he thought you were going to say something. But the group turned to you, sensing the same thing. 
You shook your head, defeated, you stormed away with your shoulders slouched and the group laughed, hooting and scoffing. 
Dark retreated back as more students filed into the school. He kept near the school, watching from within the shadows as your day unfolded. 
The group harassed you whenever you crossed their path. Dark noticed how you rounded corners quickly, taking the long paths to your classes just to avoid them. 

Dark barely contained his anger when the group forced you into the “out of order” bathrooms and locked you inside. They had followed you from the school, cutting through the park you walk through to surround you.
They took your bag and fled as soon as you started banging on the doors. Sniggering, mocking your pleas of release.
Dark waited till the little pests disappeared before stepping into the rest-room. 
He sneered at the place, finding the smell disgusting and the cleanliness unsightly. A type of slime covered the floor, spilling from a clogged toilet with another “out of order” sign.
Dark approached the stall you were stuck in and tore the wooden door off it’s hinges. 
You jumped back in shock. Tears stained your eyes and you hastily wiped them away. 
“Dark? What are you doing here?” You asked. 
“Getting you out of this ungodly place,” Dark replied, throwing the broken door down in disgust. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” 
“Dark, did you follow me-” Dark cut you off by walking out of the rest-room.
He dusted off his suit as if he was riding the stench from the shiny fabric. His lips curled and he smoothed down the jacket as you exited the bathrooms. 
“They took my bag,” You said quietly. Too ashamed, hurt, to speak. 
Dark allowed his eyes to soften for a moment, but they were fueled by his anger as you wiped away a stray tear. 
“How long have they been harassing you?” Dark asked, “And don’t lie to me, (Y/N). I’ve had enough of your lies.” 
You fidgeted with your shirt, unable to look Dark in the eye. “A few months. This…This isn’t the first time they’ve locked me in something. Last time it was a locker.” 
Dark’s head twitched, but he breathed deeply, halting the movement before it escalated. 
“Do you know where they went?” Dark asked, his fingers curling. 
“They usually hang out by the bridge,” You told him. “Wait! Dark don’t hurt them!” 

Dark had already disappeared. 
He reappeared by a river, a stone bridge crossing it’s width. And leaning against the stone railing was the group of bullies. 
Dark approached them, setting a kind smile on his face. The first to notice him found nothing friendly about his smile. It was angry, predatory. 
“Which one of you took (Y/N)’s bag?” Dark asked when he was close enough. 
The leader stood forward, producing your bag in his hand. 
“I did, what of it?” He asked with a challenging grin. 
“I want it back,” Dark said. He lifted his hand, palm up and waited for the imbecile to give it to him. 
The boy scoffed and, with a flick of his arm, threw the bag over the side of the bridge and into the water. 
“Go get it, weirdo,” The boy laughed. 
Dark sighed and he moved in a blur. His hand took the front of the kid’s shirt and he lifted him into the air. 
Now, the bully dangled over the side of bridge, his feet kicking wildly as he screamed. 
“How about, you help me out and get it yourself.” Dark snarled. His fist opened and the boy plummeted into the water. 
Dark turned to the rest of the group, his eyes completely black and his head jerking. 
“As for the rest of you,” His voice crackled, a rumble that split mid-word. “You ever treat (Y/N) with anything less than the respect they deserve, I will personally see to your education!” 
The bridge trembled under their feet and Dark’s teeth flashed in a feral snarl. The group cowered before him. Paled and terrified. Dark stepped forward and in that space of a stride, the group sprinted away. Yelling apologizes and pleaing. 

You rounded the corner, just coming into view of the bridge as the group fled from Dark.
They were unharmed, but by the look on their faces, Dark might as well harmed them.
In the river, you saw the last bully climb the river-bed with your soaking bag in hand.
His whole body trembled as he approached Dark with your bag outstretched towards him.
“P-Please don’t hurt me,” The bully begged. Dark took your bag and his mouth twisted in a wicked smile.
“How fast can you run?” He asked, the air around him becoming heavy with pressure.
The boy whirled, stumbling over his own shoes in his haste to get away. Dark didn’t move until the bully had disappeared and you had stepped onto the path towards him. 
“Thank you,” You said, taking the bag. 
“Next time, my dear,” Dark purred. “Tell me when you’re being shoved around. I’ll be sure to put those insects in their place.”


(Sorry it’s so long)

People keep asking me why I love Regina so much. Those who don’t watch the show can’t understand how a fictional character can mean so much to me. Those who do don’t understand how I could love a character that’s murdered, raped, and destroyed so much. Regina Mills has had such an incredible progression as a character. She started out sweet, loving, and hopeful, if naive. She lost her love and it hardened her. She succumbed to darkness and magic to try to regain him and only lost herself. She sunk in the deepest throes of self loathing and lashed out at everyone she knew because of it. One could look at Regina at this point, this mass murderer and completely cruel person, and say that there is no hope for her. But you know what? You’d be wrong. Because Regina had people who never gave up on her: Snow, Henry, Emma, and Robin, who unwaveringly believed that there was good in her and that she was deserving of love even when she herself had lost all hope. And in 6x14, we witnessed what the entire show had been building up to, and see Regina learn to love herself. We saw the same woman who’s put her life on the line countless times because she believed that it had no worth choose to value herself and show herself the same love she showed her son, and that those around her showed her, and embrace her darkest parts and love even that, because you can’t truly love yourself if you can’t accept all of you. And that’s why I love Regina so much; because they showed that even this chronically self loathing, miserable, anguished woman can find happiness and love herself, and find her happy ending through self love.

ellicelluella  asked:

For the AU thing: college AU where Matt is hopelessly into Foggy the first time they meet? :)

1. He brings up marriage every chance he gets and tries to reverse-psychology Foggy into kissing him.

2. He talks Foggy into starting a firm, just the two of them, but Foggy’s name goes first because Matt loves it so much.

3. He falls completely to pieces whenever they have a fight…

Okay, okay, I’ll do this for real. ;)

1. He’s never had a crush on a boy (that he recognized as a crush on a boy) before so he’s really confused about why he gets tongue tied and bright red around Foggy so frequently.

2. Especially when they have to CHANGE FOR BED OMG or when Foggy randomly says he’s pretty (Foggy says this a lot) or pats him on the back or ruffles his hair and Matt kind of wishes Foggy would stop but also never wants him to stop ever.

3. He spends so much time sniffing Foggy-smell into his lungs that Foggy’s convinced Matt either has chronic allergies or is constantly getting over a cold.

4. He hates when girls flirt with him because Foggy (who is also pining away) always too-cheerfully talks about how Matt always gets the pretty ones and Matt hates it when Foggy has a reason to talk about other people being pretty.

5. When he realizes that what’s happening here is that he has a crush on Foggy, he rushes off to confession, sits down in the confessional, and says, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” and then is silent for a really long time, thinking about it, and finally shouts, “NO I HAVEN’T” and storms out, and the priest is like “…What?”

REGGIE MANTLE X READER - |ONLY HER| SMUT

REQUEST: “Can you do some reggie smut we’re the reader and him are studying but then reggie wants to take a break and it turns to smut” 

A/N: I’m soo soo sorry, you had to wait that long, let me tell you something: hospitals are unpredictable. 



“Okay… What the fuck even is this?” I murmured under my nose looking at my notes with crunched eyebrows.
My pattience is running out.

Sitting in my girlfriend house more precisely in her bedroom with our books sprawled on her bed with yellow notes laying everywhere sticking to everything including my body. 
“Babe just fucus” Her sweet angelic voice was heard from the other side of the room. She was sitting on the floor under the wall with her legs against her chest with cute little shorts on that leave nothing to the imagination and of course one of my shirts on.
  God. How can you say no to her? 

Her head was up, her eyes were watching me..

Jesus why I can’t focus?

Taking a big breath I knew nothing will help me

“You know what? I’m done”
Nothing more came up to my brain besides her body under mine.

She look up again, curiosity in her mind “Baby you’re not helping me” She murmured under her nose letting out a little whine under all her notes. 

“I give up” I said throwing away everything from the bed making it clean again.
“What?”  
“You heard me, I’m done, Now come here” 
“But… we just… we just today.. “ 
“ I still want you” She bit her lip. 
“Oh I…” God she was so fucking sweet and innocent. And I just wanted to-

When I looked back at Y/N her eyes were shinning with humor and emberrasment. 
“Do you want to…” I began. My heart was ricing”
Why did I suddenly feel nervous?

Only her. 

“Do you want to touch me?” i breathed. “Y/N?” 

Her eyes were half closed, and staring at my lips, but she didnt say anything. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think that you have to… I just… I just. Right now. 
I want to feel… “ I let out a breath, scrubbing my face with my hand.
“Fuck. You tie me to knots. I don’t even know what the hell I’m saying.” 

I don’t even know where I was going with this. 

“I do” She lifted her eyes to mine and my breath caught. She was so beautiful. “Let me” 

“I need you to” 

I wathed the rapid rise and fall of her chest and wanted…

I held my breath as her hands slowly reatched for her bottom of my shirt. Tugged it up then off. She let it fall to the floor. 

When she placed her palms on my naked skin. I hissed. 

Her eyes quickly shifted up and looked at me. Those eyes- they were dark,vulnerable and full of questions.

“Did I do something wrong?” 
“No love. It feels so damn good.”

I closed my eyes, breathing through my mouth.. I didn’t want to come early but 

fuck 

She made me feel 

“Tell me what you like, Reggie. I want to… please you” 

‘This” I placed her palm on my stomach “You can’t possibly know how good your touch feels. Everything you do to me please me. Just do whatever you want with me. Y/N whatever you want.” 

“Reggie…”

Her touch was hesitant and I realized she hadn’t done this before. And I felt so damn proud, felt so damn good, that no one else knew her this way. And no one else ever would but me. 

She was mine. 
 
“Here” I dragged her palm back where my heart was beating fast “Feel that? You do this to me. Make my heart race and you only have just started. You have the power over me to make me feel whatever it is you want me to feel. Touch me.” 

Her eyes filed with understanding and gleamed with a womanly knowledge that excited me. 

Her hands were soft, smooth and curious as they traveled down my body. When she removed my belt and tugged my pants down. I swallowed hard. 

Slowly, leisurely, she placed h as ips on my neck, and kissed licked her way down, down, down until…

“Jesus” 

Her mouth was hot,soft and wet. 

Another second and I would push
Another second and I would beg 
Another second and I would explode. 

I pulled her up and kissed her mouth savagely as I dragged her on the bed. Climbed on top of her. Filled my hands and my mouth with her taste, her scent. 

Out hands shook as we frantically pulled at her clothes. I was blind with the need to take her. To possess her. To mark her. She was mine. 

“Reggie” 

“Here. I’m here. I got you baby.” 

Through the haze o craving, pure male satisfaction penetrated when I heard her stunned gasp as I ripped off her panties. 

Blood pounded in my head , heart drummed madly against my chest. I gripped her leg, hooked it behind my hip, without warning, plunged into her. 

Her breath stuttered out , dark eyes clouded with lust and love and the need for release. 

I was captivaded. Every move she made, every hitch on her breathing. I was so tuned in. The world could burn and I wouldn’t notice it. She was everything there was everything. 

“Reggie” She whispered my name with a wonder in her voice that seized my heart. 

Her nails dug into my back and the pain and pleasure urged me to go faster, harder and deeper. 

I claimed her mouth as I drove into her, muffing her choked cries. The need was vicious and painful as the need to claim her took every instinct. When her body went taut with release her eyes clouded with ecstasy, I pounded myself into her. 

I love you was my last thought before I let myself fall. 

 


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So its three days till my 19th birthday so I have requested smut for my babies!

I hope you had an amazing day x 
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Bonner and Sharna discuss the inevitable… 

“I have to warn you about something,” Sharna said at once, keeping her voice low.

The camera crew had just left for the day. They were now left alone in their room, packing up and getting ready to head out after their third day of rehearsing together. Bonner looked up from his bag and into her eyes. He looked confused.

“What’s wrong?” he said, also keeping his voice quiet.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said quickly. “It’s just that there’s something I should probably warn you about before it all comes out on it’s own.”

“Okay,” he said slowly. He sank down onto one of the chairs along the wall and she followed, sitting next to him and looking down at her hands.

“So, I’ve been doing this for a while now. This show. I’ve had a lot of partners over the years and I’ve been pretty lucky.”

“Good partners? Good dancers?”

“No. Well, yes. Good. Some very good. Obviously. But that’s not what I meant by lucky.”

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Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.

*ALL THE FOLLOWING ARE FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION! NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED!!*

So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.