Some cute romantic-cliché questions :)
  • Coffee Shop: How do you take your coffee?
  • Train Station: Where do you want to travel?
  • Picnic in the Park: Do you enjoy people watching?
  • Kiss Under the Rain: What sounds help you sleep?
  • Butterflies: What unique thing would you/do you enjoy in a partner?
  • Snow Angels: What's your favorite kind of weather?
  • Bed & Breakfast: What do you like to do on Tuesdays?
  • Kiss at the Door: When you hold hands, do you interlock fingers? Swing your arms?
  • Bowling: Do you laugh loudly or giggle more?
  • Chocolates: What's your favorite kind of sweet thing?
  • Roses: Do you blush easily?
  • Cheesy Pick-Up Lines: Are you more of a comic or a romantic?
  • Candlelight: What romantic cliché do you wish for most?
2017 Positivity FTW

Hey there, OUAT fandom! Feeling confused and anxious about the upcoming season? You might have noticed that I have been … so now seems as good a time as any to focus on some positivity. In my experience the best way to fight bad feelings is to focus on good ones.

Or maybe you are already really excited about the new season and just want to see more positivity on your dash?

Let’s focus on the things we love … this Friday, July 28 marks ten weeks to go until the Season 7 premier … so this year, my Positivity Project is going to focus on theme days! 

How is this going to work?

Every day of the week will have a different theme and in the ten weeks ahead of us let’s celebrate that theme! You can post anything you want pics, gifs, metas, fic, fanart … or just us the gif search to find all the things that you love and post them!

  • Fridays - Friendships - brOTPs if you will … friendship plays such an important role in the show, let’s celebrate the friendships that we love!
  • Saturdays - Villains - So many villains have tried to mess with Storybrooke - what villains did you love … or just love to hate?
  • Sundays - Families - the show has really explored what family means and how flexible the definition can be, tell us which ones warm your heart
  • Mondays - Cast Events - Six seasons and counting have given us lots of different events - conventions, premieres, interviews - let’s get nostalgic for our favorite events!
  • Tuesdays - Kisses - There have been a LOT of kisses on this show but which ones will forever make you weak in the knees?
  • Wednesdays - I see you, Disney - Hidden Mickeys, lines from a song, movie costumes … what was your favorite Disney reference?
  • Thursdays - Hero Moments - Admit it, when the hero gets their big moment on this show it can be incredibly inspiring. What moments had you cheering on your fave?

I’m in need of a big dose of positivity so please, spread the word! I love it when people from all parts of the fandom can get involved! I want to spread the positive vibes as much as I can and leave the negativity in the past.

I’ll be reblogging many of the posts for this project so please use the tag #ouatpositivity17 so I can find them!

just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo

You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?

Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”

You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?

Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.

Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”

Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.

You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 

Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 


New Start 

Request: Please do a grayson imagine where you have a boyfriend but he likes you and then you break up with your boyfriend and then you know he likes you :)

arguing, fluff…                        photo creds @ couplenotes


Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night. 

“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.

“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.

You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”

But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.

“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.

“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.

“Make that two!” Violet perked up.

“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.

“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.

He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled,  and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth. 

“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.

Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”

You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.

“It’s…James,” you sighed.

Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.

“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”

“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.

You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.

“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.

You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”

“No,” Gray’s lips twitched upwards, “you’re human.”

He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.

Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.

“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.

“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.

“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.

Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.

“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”

“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”

But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.

“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.

“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.

James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.

“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.

“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.

James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.

“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things  that you could only imagine of doing to her-”

“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.

A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.

“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.

James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”

“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”

“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.

And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.

You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.

“Now you listen here,” he began.

“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”

“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”

“J-James, it hurts.”

“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.

Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.

You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.

“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.

He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.

He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“Gray?” you said softly.

He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”

“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.

Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”

“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”

You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.

“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”

“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.

Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”

“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.

You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months. 

#amedotbomb9 prompts!

June 2017’s bomb prompts have arrived!

For this bomb, I asked you following to send in some suggestions. I got a lot of marriage and flirting related asks, so I created the prompt list based on some steps in a relationship!

Here they are:
Flirting/Pick up lines - (Monday, June 5th )
First Kiss - (Tuesday, June 6th)
First Dance - (Wednesday, June 7th)
“I love you” - (Thursday, June 8th)
Engagement - (Friday, June 9th)
Wedding - (Saturday, June 10th)
Honeymoon - (Sunday, June 11th)

AU’s are totally allowed, especially for this one.
*Please tag all your contributions with the hashtag #amedotbomb9 and or tag me to ensure that I see them.
*You may also submit any bomb-related content to the blog and I will share it!

I’m really looking forward to seeing all of the adorable things you come up with for this one! 

anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.

The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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Shopping Trip - Carter Hart (#8)

Originally posted by antoinebibeau

There wasn’t a prompt for this but I kind of just came up with something and ran with it!  I think it turned out pretty cute and what I would hope shopping with a boyfriend would be like!!! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 792

Request: “Carter Hart imagine?” - @carey-price-stuck


You opened your eyes, checking your phone to see that it was nine in the morning and rolled over, leaning into your boyfriend.  “Love, guess what day it is!” you chirped, kissing his bare chest.

“Tuesday?” he questioned.

“Well yea, but it’s shopping daaayyyyy!” you eagerly cried out.  You had been bugging Carter for weeks to go shopping with you because he really needed some new clothes.  The boy was cute but he had a really hard time dressing himself sometimes.

“Noooo” he groaned into his pillow, “why did I agree to this?”

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anonymous asked:

Are you still doing blurbs? Would you be opposed to anything like WWII era, preferably in Poland or Germany, with Remus x reader?..if so I'd love you forever, if not I totally understand.

It didn’t feel real. Remus’ deployment was the next morning and the emotions you’d hoped to keep sealed, had come pouring from your eyes. 

Remus held you close to his chest, his arms tight around you as the two of you sat on the edge of your shared bed. He pressed frequent kisses to the top of your head and murmured comforting words. 

“Hey,” he whispered after a moment, “look at me, (Y/N).” 

You wiped your eyes as best you could and glanced up at him. 

“I’m coming home to you,” he promised. “If it’s the last thing I do, love, I swear I’m coming home to you.”

His words almost caused you to burst into another round of tears. Remus was steady like a tree. War was chaos like the sea. Remus was full of promises. War was full of deceit. Remus was kind and good. War was violence and death. War was everything Remus was not and you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him to something so dark. 

“You’ll write to me, won’t you, sweetheart?” he questioned in an attempt to take your mind of your worries. 

You nodded, forcing a small smile.

“Because I’ll write to you. Everyday.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Mondays.” A kiss to your other cheek, “Tuesdays.” A kiss to your forehead, “Wednesdays.” Your nose, “Thursdays.” Your temple, “Fridays.” A kiss to your jawline, “Saturdays.” And finally he reached your lips. “Sundays,” he breathed against them. 

“Promise?” you asked, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Only if you’ll write back,” he teased.

Originally posted by stayinlove

Anne Lister’s Diary--All the Best Bits

Anne Lister was born in 1791 in Halifax, West Yorkshire. She was a lesbian–that is, her romantic and sexual relationships were exclusively with women. On 29 January, 1821, she wrote, “I love & only love, the fairer sex & thus beloved by them in turn, my heart revolts from any other love than theirs.” Her most important relationships with women were with Isabella Norcliffe and Mariana Lawton, but she also had several more casual sexual relationships, which are chronicled in her diaries. She had a younger sister and one brother who lived to adulthood, but his death in 1813 left Anne as the heir to Shibden Hall, where she went to live with her aunt and uncle in 1815. The Listers were the only land-owning family in the neighborhood and Anne was a bit of a snob about this; she visited the neighbors but often wrote in the diaries that she wished she had friends who were more her equal (socially or intellectually or both). One neighboring woman, Ann Walker, did eventually live at Shibden as Anne Lister’s wife. This was known in the neighborhood and they seem to have been quite frank about the nature of this relationship. They traveled together; Anne climbed mountains and lived in France; she studied French and Greek; she ran her estate. According to Wikipedia Ann Walker took control of the Shibden estate after Anne Lister’s death.

Anne Lister was considered somewhat eccentric and masculine–from what she writes in the diaries I gather her voice, facial features, and body type were all considered masculine. From the way she writes about it she seems to have cast herself as a husband and considered Mariana Lawton (for example) her wife. Mariana called her Fred or Freddy; working class locals in Halifax called her Gentleman Jack. It would be impossible to assess what Anne Lister’s relationship to gender would be in modern terms, but I’ve extracted some passages from her diaries which I think give some clues to her relationship to her gender, body, and sexuality. Also I picked out the sexy bits, because really.

The passages in italics are those written in the code she used to write about sex, relationships, and (for whatever reason) clothing. She also wrote letters to Mariana Lawton in the code, which she called “crypt.” The code was made up of Greek letters and other symbols. Anne Lister died in 1840 while traveling in Russia; John Lister, the last member of Anne’s family to live in Shibden Hall, cracked the code in 1887. He was shocked by the contents of the diaries, but being a lovely, historically-minded gentleman, he resisted advice to burn them and instead hid them behind a wall panel at Shibden. After his death in 1933 Shibden and its contents became the property of the city of Halifax. The town clerk wrote to Arthur Burrell, who had helped John Lister crack the code and advised burning the diaries, and Burrell reluctantly gave a key to the code to Halifax’s librarian. The key was locked in a safe. The librarian’s daughter, Muriel Green, was given the job of cataloguing the documents acquired from Shibden Hall. She wrote a dissertation about Anne Lister’s letters and was aware of the details about Anne’s sex life contained in the diaries, but though she and others continued to work with and write about Anne Lister’s documents, Anne’s sexuality was not public knowledge until the excellent Helena Whitbread began to transcribe the diaries in the 1980s. All of this information is borrowed with enormous thanks from Helena Whitbread’s introduction to The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister.

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Monday is a monster and he treats you like a ghost. “What do you think you’re doing, girl?” he says. “I could love you but it would be a waste of time.”
Monday comes when you have nowhere to run, he says, “Get your hands dirty in me. Call my name, I’ll send you home nothing but a pile of bones.”
Monday is hungry, only kisses with teeth.

Tuesday tries to be gentle but has hands like your father’s.
Tuesday is getting too big for its britches, wants you to stop seeing those other boys. You tell Tuesday that you wish they wouldn’t scream, but all at once you’re out the door and the windows shatter.
Tuesday is saying that you can’t come back, but you know they’ll be there again, always, bringing you roses that still have their thorns.

Wednesday is a tough guy, something out of Hollywood sweatshops. You ride on the back of his motorcycle and tell him to tattoo your name on his thigh; he agrees, says he’ll show you next week. It’s what he said the week before — Wednesday can never keep his promises, but you love that worn-out Harley and the way your mother won’t speak to you anymore.
Useless Wednesday, all big-talk, loud-mouth, love-hard leather.
All aching-jaw, split-lip accident.

Thursday is your neighbor, bakes a pie for your parents the day before prom. Little boy with bow-tie dreams — you kiss him outside when he doesn’t ask to come in, let him pretend not to want you.
Thursday won’t touch you without permission, tucks you into bed at night. Thursday breaks down when he tries to drive you home, tells horror stories about his time in San Francisco.
Thursday doesn’t call you again, Christ,
you can’t even remember his name.

Friday gets you drunk, finds you reeling. You and Friday cut off your hair in a stranger’s bathroom, play battleships with your hearts. You sink her submarine, but she’s already got a hand on your thigh driving you crazy.
Friday only lies to you, leaves during the night to let you wake up alone, but she puts water and an Advil on the bedside table, and that’s all you can ask for after puking red on her best blouse last night.
Friday disappears so kindly from your life.
Friday wears a new face every time.

Saturday is lazy, wears your underwear and won’t wash the dishes. Your friends say that you could do so much better, but you don’t want to. You hide under dirty sheets, fall asleep and wake up ravenous. Nobody knows you as well as Saturday, knows how you nurse the wounds that Tuesday left.
Saturday never shaves, never worries about you leaving because you cling like moss to that monochrome evening of Jack Daniels and ripped Band Aids.
Saturday is a touchstone, even though she isn’t safe.

Sunday was a virgin when you started seeing them. They still wear white and their chastity ring, fold your name up between hymnal sheets and then kiss you in the confessional booth — Sunday likes to think there are times God isn’t looking.
Sunday hefts a casket on one broad shoulder and slips you the freshest lily, meets you in the pews at noon to make fake love, to finger the bruises and say they’ll always be with you.
Sunday leaves an aching hole when they walk out the door.
Sunday hurts the worst of all.

—  For the Seven Lovers Who Left Me | d.a.s
Sneezing Rhymes

A touch of folklore related to sneezing in England:

Sneezing Days
“Monday for danger, Tuesday to kiss a stranger,
Wednesday for a letter, Thursday for something better,
Friday for sorrow, Saturday see your lover tomorrow.”

Number of Sneezes (successive)
“One for a kiss, two for a wish,
Three for a letter, four for a better,
Five for a silver, six for a gold,
Seven for a secret never told.”

Also, sneezing before breakfast predicted a gift to come, and anyone who did so regularly was said to have good long life. It was lucky to sneeze once but not twice in Cornwall, while in North Yorkshire it was always lucky to sneeze before a meal particularly after dinner.
In Scotland, however, a baby’s first sneeze was greatly anticipated as it marked the end of the period in which the child was in the power of the fairies.

– All of this information comes from Superstitions and Folk Remedies by Charles Dillon

anonymous asked:

How do you personally define as "a good kisser"? I personally always found it weird people have a means to classify this as I rate them more like welcomed and unwelcomed lol but I'm always curious to hear what other people have to say about it.

hmmm….I think I could rate a good kiss better than “a good kisser?” I mean, my experience is a little limited with the kissers, but the kisses, I have had plenty. :D I’m also with you on the welcome vs unwelcome. A good kisser would start with that first: asking or checking in some way to make certain the kiss was wanted. So I’d say a good kisser is thoughtful, considerate, has a knack for timing (knowing when to give or ask for what kind of kiss), that sorta thing.

As for a good kiss. There are so many things that make a good kiss and it depends on the day, the moment. Which is why I think that timing bit is high on my list because I have no gift for timing in real life, but the BH does and always has. It’s kind of a duh now as we’ve been together for so long but even in the beginning he knew when to catch me in a slow sweet kiss and when to go for something faster and breath stealing. 

on a far less romantic note, a good kiss/kisser also takes into account physiology. I HAVE A SHORT LLAMA TONGUE and it HURTS if it gets sucked on too hard. It’s not gonna stretch, it’s just not. my first kiss guy didn’t have that problem and the BH doesn’t have that problem, but the one in between had to get a stern talking to because apparently he had only ever kissed long tongued people!