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Red flags to look for in psychiatrists

- if they do not like that you research your disorder/s and treatment/s
- if they do not explain the reason/s behind certain treatment/medication that they are prescribing you
- if they are reluctant/refuse to let you access your medical records
- if their first response to symptoms is medication without any talk therapy
- if they say they “don’t believe in therapy”
- if they say they “don’t believe in medication”
- if they insist on seeing your parent/legal guardian without you being present
- if they tell you that there are no other treatment available if you complain about your current treatment/medication not working/having unmanageable side effects
- if they diagnose you without explaining how they came to that diagnosis, what it entails, and which treatments you have at your disposal
- if they fall asleep during a session (you’re laughing but it happened, several times, and i’m not boring)
- if they assure you that you cannot have [insert disorder here] because you are too young/wealthy/poor/fat/skinny/smiling/old/whatever bs (the only valid reasons for not having a disorder is if you do not meet the minimum criteria for it, age/body/ethnicity/etc are not criteria)
- if they tell you that you obviously do not want/are not ready to get help (that’s a super abusive technique, would only see this as a valid comment to make if you are pressured into seeing them by someone who has authority over you)
- if they insist on you continuing to take a medication despite the side effects very negatively affecting you (for example: if you are recovering from an ED and you get the “gaining weight” side effect and that is very triggering to you)
- if they are flippant about/disregard your feelings

i’m probably forgetting a lot. feel free to add.

EDIT: I made a blog to vent about bad mental health practitioners @shrinksfromhell. Check it out and submit your stories!

🌿 Using Weed in Witchcraft 🌿

I’ve noticed there’s not a lot of posts on how to incorporate weed into witchcraft! I’ve had a few fellow stoner witchlings ask for a post as well and I feel comfortable making this post because I’m a certified botanist. I’m sorry if it’s a little unorganized, I got high to write it.🔥🌿 Please, only read this if you’re okay with the topic of drug use and remember to smoke responsibly, make sure you research specific strains! Also, I’m sorry this is long af.

Where Do I Even Begin?
I use cannabis as a way to induce a state of relaxation and meditation. For me, it helps me clear my head and focus my intention. Let’s start with the different strains of weed and which kind of witchcraft they support the best.

Indica tends to be sedative, and gives a body high. This type of marijuana will provide a very relaxing and strong body high that is helpful in treating general anxiety, body pain, and sleeping disorders. As a spoonie this is what I most often smoke to ease pain and nausea, just as a heads up to other people looking for relief. The most popular Indica strains currently include Kush, Northern Lights, and White Widow. My recommendation is Purple Kush or Northern Lights. This is great for self-love spells, protection, divination, healing, and stress-reducing spells or rituals.

Sativa -dominant marijuana strains tend to have a more grassy type odor to the buds providing an uplifting, energetic and “cerebral” high that is best suited for daytime smoking. A sativa high is one filled with creativity and energy as being high on sativa can spark new ideas and creations. This is great for glamour spells, love spells, hexes, curses, and other high energy spells. 

But honestly, just do whatever makes you feel good and makes you happy, your well-being and comfort should be the most important thing in your practice. Please smoke responsibly 

That’s Cool But What Else?
You can definitely mix certain herbs and flowers with your weed! Just pop a couple petals or buds in your grinder with your weed. Please, be careful that you don’t smoke something toxic and do your research. Some flowers are toxic to humans and a few are deadly. Below you’ll find a list of things you can smoke and their properties and why you cannot smoke because sometimes it’s hard to find information online. Note: Please, don’t smoke any of the below if you are nursing or pregnant. 

  • Yarrow is a mild stimulant and has anti-inflammatory properties, it’s great for soothing pain in the lungs and throat. It can cause allergic reactions.Courage, Love, Enlightenment 
  • Blue Lotus use as a sleep aid, as a natural anti-anxiety remedy, and as a stress reliever. Blue Lotus contains nuciferan (a natural anti-spasmodic) along with aporphine, which will give you feelings of calming euphoria. It is important you smoke only the petals. Lunar, Protection, Divination, Prosperity
  • Wormwood can also be used as a light anaesthetic. It is commonly used to give relief to menstrual cramps and muscle pains. It is also being used as a remedy for common cold, tapeworm, headaches, and nausea. It’s also used as an aphrodisiac, this is not for extended or frequent use. It can cause allergic reactions. Psychic Powers, Protection, Love, Calling Spirits
  • Lavender can be use as a sleep aid, as a natural anti-anxiety remedy, and a stress reliever. Sleep, Happiness, Peace, Cleansing, Protection, Love.
  • St. John’s Wart in very small portions. I’d rather you didn’t do it at all but it’s technically legal so I’m listing it St. John’s Wort may be a natural herb but it does have quite a few side effects. Before you start using it, consult your doctor first if you are taking medications that can negatively interact with St. John’s Wort. It can effect how well certain medications work including birth control, mood-stabilizers, and anti-depressants. On the other hand, St. John’s Wart is a mood-stablizier, so if you’re not on any medications and feel a little anxious smoking some could indeed help. The most common side effects are dizziness, nausea, digestive problems, tiredness, dry mouth, and sun sensitivity. Health, Protection, Strength, Love, Divination.
  • Rose petals, white sage leaves, rosemary, wormwood, mint leaves, marshmallow root, catnip, meadowsweet, and passionflower. I know there’s more I’m missing but these are the one’s I suggest!
  • Please don’t smoke(if it’s in bold it’s really bad): Yew, Sandal Wood, Mistletoe, Periwinkle, Dogbane, Orange/Lemon Peels, and Dragon’s Blood. Those are the major one’s people tend to ask about.

Fun Witchy Things To Do With Pot:

  • I like to blow smoke rings and use them as casting circles for cleansing energy. When they break apart and the smoke starts to blanket the room I know it’s absorbing all the negative energy from my home!
  • If you use a bubbler you can read the bottom like tea leaves! It’s a bit of hoot.
  • Incorporate the weed strains name into your magick! When I’m working with Freyja I often smoke Northern Lights because in Norse Mythology they represented the valkyries. And who doesn’t want to be bad ass? I smoke Purple Haze to bring in positive energy. Be creative! You know your practice the best. 💜
  • Incorporate the pipe into your practice. On Samhain, I smoke out of apples because it makes me feel extra witchy and closer to Hel. Also, you can carve sigils or names into an apple! You can use color correspondences or whatever floats your little balloon. 
  • Ashes!! Don’t throw away your ashes! Use them in binding spells, protection spells, or black salt. But if you’re a gardener plants love the ashes! Mix it in with plant food or just sprinkle some on top of them once a week! ( I personally swear by this, eggshells, coffee beans, and lavender salt.)
  • Cleanse your pipe, it’s the least you can do for all it does for you. I like to leave mine out under the full moon to cleanse and just smoke an apple instead with carved intentions to cleanse my home. (I use weed for everything, I’m sorry.)
  • Charge your water if you’re using bubbler, bong, vape, etc. Moon water is totally awesome in this situation and so is rose water! I personally love using rose water but please don’t use store bought rose water. It’s often simmered water and essential oils. You can make your own rose water by putting some petals (dried or fresh) into a saucepan and let it simmer, do not let it boil, when the petals lose their color it’s done. Press the remaining amount of rose from the petals with paper towels into the water!
  • When you inhale the smoke, visualize that you’re bringing in the good energy and all the properties of your bowl, let the smoke absorb all your negative energy and release it! I like to have an incense or candle going if I’m breathing out the bad. 😅
  • Charge your weed with crystals. Every time I get a new batch of weed I put a piece of rose quartz in with it and let it cleanse my weed of any negative energies it might have collected from previous owners.
  • Blow smoke out of your face like a dragon??? 

I hope this is helpful in some way! If I’m missing anything please let me know! 💖🌿💨  

Energy Tethers 101

Updated (again): 04.28.17

*this post is fueled by angst*

Okay, no, seriously though, it really does make me sad that so many people seemed to have no idea what I was talking about when it comes to connecting things for energy transfer.


So, what even is an energy tether?

I personally use the term “energy tether” to describe this type of energy work, but they could be called anything - energy cords, energy feeds, etc. Basically, it’s a metaphysical connection to allow a direct and continuous flow of energy from a source into a target. And I say target, because it doesn’t need to be an inanimate object - it’s possible to do this with yourself too.

That sounds a little convoluted, Richtor; can you break it down a bit more?

Yes, I know, I’m fancy with my words. You’re creating an energetic line between two things, one thing to be used as a battery, to allow energy to constantly flow from the battery into the second thing, keeping it charged / powered forever.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Why don’t we do this for everything in magic?

Honestly, I don’t know. If you’ve got an understanding of energy work and visualization, it really isn’t even that hard to create one. It can even be done with representational magic if you really wanna go that far, but it’s not that complex when you get down to it. 

I’m assuming it’s just a case of, people don’t think about it like that, or, it wasn’t as widespread a thing as I thought it was.

Can’t we just do this with passive charging, like how we charge things in moonlight?

Yes, but objects only hold a limited amount of energy before they become full; once you’ve used up the energy, you need to recharge it again. Creating an energy tether allows a constant flow of energy, so as it is being used up by your intent or goal, it just refills itself.

To me, passive charging is no guarantee that the energy will stick or be absorbed by the object, and that is also why I prefer things that require focusing on the energy yourself (direct channeling), or this method.

What *can* you use energy tethers for, anyway?

Basically anything you want to keep charged for extended periods of time. Optimal for sigils, any sort of charms - hell, you can even connect thoughtforms / servitors this way. But, seriously, anything you want to keep constantly charged with minimal effort, this is a way to do it.

What can you use for “batteries” or power sources?

Anything that produces an almost endless amount of energy. The sun is the first and most obvious one I think of. You can use anything else that produces a lot of energy, though. If you live near a dam, or those electricity windmills, those would work. Power lines and electric generators are awesome, and a great way to incorporate different feels of energy (and tech magic) into your practice. Space, even; like, the entire damn thing. If it produces energy, it can be tethered.

What do you mean about different feels of energy?

This isn’t specific to tethers - all things that have and produce energy have different “feels” to them. The sun is more hot and energetic than the moon, which is cool and calming. Rose quartz is a bit more gentle than, say, jasper, which is hot and fire-y. Tiger’s eye is more solid and stable than clear quartz, which is fluid and mold-able to almost any intent. 

We all experience feels of energy differently, however; these are just how I “energetically feel” those things.

(You also don’t need to “feel” anything to still do energy work, but that’s like a  whole ‘nother post.)

Can you tether to something that doesn’t have unlimited energy?

Sure, yeah, but you’ll drain it, and then it won’t be fulfilling its purpose anymore.

So, you could use yourself as a power source?

You could, but it’s super draining and I wouldn’t recommend it. That object would constantly be taking your energy away from you, and it could have bad consequences, including physical ones - physical exhaustion is a side effect that can occur when you use too much of your energy, and I see it happen often to people who are not careful about their energy expenditure.

However.

You can create switches for your tethers. As in, you can cinch them, close them off, to stop the flow of energy. Like you can turn on a pipe to get water flowing, then shut it off just as easily - you could create a “modification” for a tether similar in that manner.

Can these energy lines be broken?

Yep, absolutely. You can do it yourself if you no longer want them, someone else could do it if they could sense them, or they can naturally fade over time if you don’t give them proper upkeep and care.

Wait, upkeep? What happened to endless energy?

Yes, upkeep. You’re creating something to funnel energy, with energy. Energy needs to constantly be molded and kept in shape, or else it tends to just drift away. It really isn’t that hard to upkeep, though.

How do you keep your energy tethers safe from other people? 

Just program that into them when you make them.

Any disadvantages to using an energy tether?

It depends on how you view the term disadvantage. 

I think the thing that energy tethers lack is that bit of personalization that we often talk about being important in witchcraft. For example, you can keep a thoughtform powered by the sun, but it won’t contain your energy, won’t be as personally tied to you as if you charged it with your own energies. That can lose a lot of impact, when you really think about it, especially considering the nature of thoughtforms and the like.

Not to mention, you can overwhelm yourself with energy if you use a tether to connect yourself to an external source that produces more than your body can handle. You know how you can be overwhelmed by external energies, just by walking around? Yeah, now imagine that pumping straight into your body without a natural exit channel. Not fun.

Are there any other applications for energy tethers?

Fuck yeah. Use them to draw energy out of a target, in the form of a curse - literally sap their energies away so they have none left for their daily lives.

You can even connect yourself and another person with energy tethers, if you want to be able to share energy more freely and with more ease. (This is basically what I did with @ashesforeverashes​, in a sense.) 

Some people don’t like their energies taken without consent, though, and certain witchy protections can even prevent these sorts of tethers from forming in the first place, so keep that in mind.

Okay, all this talk about tethers, are you gonna show us how to make them?

Only if you ask nicely.

Please?

Okay that’s better. 

It is essentially just a combination of energy work, intent, and visualization.

The first thing you need to do, is have an object you want charged.

Now, pick an energy source. You don’t need to be able to see it, but it can help.

Relax yourself, clear your mind if you can. Hold onto your object in your hands. 

If you can, look at your energy source; this is clearly not applicable with the sun, so close your eyes and have your face turned toward it. If you can’t see your energy source, picture it in your mind as clearly as you can. Try to get a feel for its energy as well as you can, too. 

Once you are confident with your source, imagine a cord connecting from it and to your object you want to keep charged. A nice visualization for this would be seeing the particles form together out of thin air to form your tether - literally materializing out of nothing and attaching to the source, creating a line that is slowly building down from the source and to your object. This can be done in whatever way you wish - just make it.

Take as long as you need to allow the cord to be build from your energy source to the target - it can take some time, depending on the distance and how experienced you are with energy work.

While you are creating it, focus on any attributes you want it to have - a thick cord that is hard to break, a shimmery appearance so no other magic users can see it, etc. Keep in mind the purpose of the cord, what you want it to do, how you want it to behave, and fuse that into it as it is being formed. If you wish to incorporate a switch, in order to turn on and off the flow of energy, now would be the time to do so - more visualization and intent, and declarations of “I can halt this flow of energy whenever I desire” should do the trick.

Once the cord is in place, you want to draw energy from your source and into the object, through the tether. Make it clear that energy only flows one way through this particular tether. Continue to draw from the energy source and down into the target, until you begin to feel the energy flowing through the tether naturally. Once energy is accumulating into the object on its own, you know the tether is complete.

For the upkeep; about once a week or so, focus on the tether and visualize it still being strong, without any gaps for energy to sift through. See a smooth, clean flow of energy from your energy source and into the target. If there are any obstructions, break them down and funnel them out.

What was this “representational magic” method you mentioned?

Oh yeah. 

As a boost, you can have a representation of your energy source physically attached to the object or target, if you can. So, for example, you could have a tiny model of the sun, connected to the physical vessel for a thoughtform, by a piece of string. This can help keep the energy tether strengthened in a “physical” aspect, especially if you bind the physical to the energetic. Not to mention, just looking at it, you are reaffirmed that the tether is there and the object is charged, and that can assist with the upkeep.

Are there any “modifications” for energy tethers?

Totally. You can change the “material” you make the tether out of. Think of how people can put spikes onto personal shields, or make them have reflective surfaces - it’s sort of like that, but moreso changing the tether itself into something besides a beam of light. It can be a black cord like the ones electronics use; it can be made out of natural rope or hemp; it can be just a metal pipe that the energy slides through. Try to think about how each “material” might impact the flow and/or feel of energy.

You can also have one tether break off and charge many items at once - you don’t need a separate tether for each thing. Just focus on your tether and how it can fork, and imagine another branch coming from it naturally. Or, if you’re adding a separate line after the original tether has been “installed,” imagine a separate line growing or being molded from the first and down to the new object.


And there you have it - my post on energy tethers. Obviously this isn’t complete or all encompassing. This is just my view on these energetic cords, what they are, and how they can be made and used. I wrote this off the seat of my pants, but I think I covered everything I intended to. (And it feels hardcore like the old windvexer posts to me, which I’m not bothered by lol.)

I hope this helps you guys, or inspires you, or whatever. If you have any more questions, I… guess I can open my ask box, as long as y’all behave. Good luck, and have fun!

silenced-papyrus  asked:

I have a question. I remember seeing a post about there being some kind of purple parasite thing that is inside Fresh!Sans and it's called the Fresh Parasite(correct me if im wrong). Also Kid!Fresh doesn't seem to have it. So did the Fresh Parasite, like, infect him when he got older and he uses his sunglasses to hide it or something? I guess he doesn't want to freak his brothers out.

Heya!

Meet Fresh!

So, yep, that creepy-crawly? That’s Fresh! He’s a parasite. So, every time you talk about Fresh!Sans, what you mean is Fresh-possessed Sans.

(Side note: Generally, referring to the host as ‘Sans’ isn’t right either, since the whole Lucidia redesign… Buuut that’s a whole another can of worms!)

Fresh, being a parasite, can’t survive for long without a host body, so he takes over people and feeds off of their soul’s energy. As a side-effect of such activity, you get a really cool visual of a soul stuck in the eye(socket)!

Neato, right? Well, the hosts probably wouldn’t agree, but no̕ ̵ơ͠ne'̡s̶͏͟ ̴͘a͟͠͡s̷k̀͠i̢͠͠n̵͡g̶͟ ̀th̀͟è͟m!̢ 

Ahem. Aaanyway…

@alainaprana has this beautiful ongoing comic called MommaCQ, where Geno, Error and Fresh are siblings.

But, since Fresh being a parasite throws a monkey wrench into that…

…he gets to be a regular kid. With personality, quirks and a whole pack of issues that come from being based on the original Fresh, of course!

But, being a regular kid, he has regular eyelights, yay!

Welp, hope that was helpful!


Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ belongs to @alainaprana

You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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reminder: 

human diets change when the food industry changes. 

animal treatment changes when the food industry changes. 

workers treatment changes when the industry itself makes the change. 

fight the industry, not people buying random shit they can afford because the government subsidizes meat/dairy/soda/etc.

The problems you care most about are the fault of capitalism, lmao sorry, attack the real problem, not side effects. 

When you need to cut the leg off, putting a bandaid on it will only make it worse.

You know what else I don’t get about ADHD? We have to go through hell and back and bounce between doctors and psychologists for months to get diagnosed but once you do your doctor just writes you a prescription without any advice and without bothering to tell you that

  • you’re not supposed to eat grapefruit when taking ADHD medication
  •  you can’t eat or drink citrus fruit, soda, Gatorade, and anything carbonated an hour before and after taking your medication 
  • you should monitor your heart rate if you take the decongestant psuedophedrine when you have adderall in your system because it also has the side effect of increased heart rate 
  • you should really avoid caffeine when on adderall (haha I know we’re all hooked on caffeine) but lots of people with add feel like they need to be drinking a “study beverage” like coffee/energy drinks constantly while working. Give your adderall the 1-3 hours it needs to kick in before you do this, drink a placebo beverage like decaf tea instead

I’m not a pharmacist, none of this is medical advice, but as the girl who used to start her day with a whole grapefruit and glass of orange juice… I wish I’d known this. I got more instructions for my strep throat medication then I ever got for adderall.

Happy Anniversary, OTP!

It wasn’t exactly 2004, it was January 2005 or possibly at another life…

But it’s okay, it’s been over 12 years of love so emotion makes us prone to slips.

The important thing is that you have a fond memory of the moment that changed your lives forever. You remember time and place and even what was said…

It was such a turning point in both your lives you just couldn’t shut up about it. Even your friends knew what was going on…

And then it all started.

“I think the reason Jensen and I got along so well was because we didn’t really go about bonding… It didn’t feel like a blind date. It felt like we were continuing a relationship as opposed to saying, ‘All right, we’re supposed to hang out with each other…’ or something. We just sort of hung out… We just hit it off immediately. There’s no rhyme or reason to what happened.”

Yes, we noticed…

It was kinda hard not to…

It was just so much love…

So, so much love…

That some people freaked out and measures were taken…

It was a hard blow…

With huge emotional side-effects…

That until today you still have to deal with….

It wasn’t easy…

All the hiding…

Until one day, you were able to put your foot down and one important battle was won…

A new chapter started, where yes, there was still hiding, but not so much…

Words were spoken…

Sometimes not so much but we got it anyway…

And the eyes…. Ah, the eyes…

It was clear you were IT for each other, that you were THE ONE:

That despite all the deflection that still has to be made, you are as much a married couple as I’ve ever seen…

Then you showed us that PADACKLES that has always meant PADALECKI & ACKLES only, extended to PADACKLES FAMILY:

It hasn’t been easy these past 11 years…

But what a 💞RIDE 💞they have been! 

What a 💖JOURNEY💖! 

💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓💕💓

God has given you the gift of True Love and finding your Soulmate in this life. You were wise enough to realize that NOTHING should be more important than true love. You sacrificed a lot and you were absolutely right. The moment you realized that you had found the love of your life you cherished him and did everything in your power to nurture and preserve this relationship. I couldn’t have been more proud. I wish you LOVE and PEACE and that one day you don’t have to hide. I wish you COURAGE and that you do not listen to any voices but the ones coming from both your hearts. You made me believe True Love exists. I will be forever grateful. 

Long Live THE EPIC LOVE STORY OF JENSEN AND HIS JARED!

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Look, I lied to you about going to the doctor, okay? I didn’t go to the doctor about my liver. I just haven’t been feeling so great, so, they ran some tests last week. (…) And I got a little radiation poisoning from that dirty bomb that we diffused a couple months ago. It’s fine. The pills you’ve seen me taking, that’s a short term thing. It’s gonna knock it out. All right. (..) he says he’s almost 100% sure there’s gonna be some side effects down the road, you know, but, Danny, we’re talking years down the road, not today. I’m fine right now.

Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


***

Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.

***

As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’

***

You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?

***

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anonymous asked:

hi, do you have a post about binding safely? I want to show my mom so she can see that it's not unsafe if you do it right. thanks!

I did try my best to make a comprehensive but not too long Binding 101 post here - and one that can hopefully be read and understood by people who don’t bind & have no desire to bind themselves, at that!

Of course this post won’t include everything, but it should hopefully cover most of the basics. It may not be exactly what you were looking for though, because even when done safely, binding is not ever completely danger-free.


Why do people bind their chest?

There’s more than one reason to bind, of course, but the most common one among trans people is physical gender dysphoria.

The feeling of disconnect or dislike towards a part of your body can be hard to explain in word sometimes, especially since many people experience it in very different ways. But it is a feeling that is draining, that is painful, and that can do tremendous harm to a person’s mental well-being.

So, binding one’s chest in order to hide these parts of our bodies, both from ourselves and from others, can be a hugely relieving and freeing thing. And something that makes life so much more bearable and enjoyable.

How do people bind their chest?

There are many different ways to bind your chest, some more dangerous than others.

Ace bandages (and any other brand of similar bandages) and tape are a no-go if you want to keep yourself safe while binding. They are capable of messing you up pretty seriously even if you only bind with them for a very short time.

Some safer DIY options could be [sewing your own binder from scratch], [making one out of a camisole], [making one out of a pair of tights] or making one of out shapewear underwear [link 1] + [link 2].

However, the best option is to get a binder that is professionally made. [gc2b] is a company that makes binders specifically for trans people and it is where I have got my binders from, but [Underworks] is another popular place that a lot of people buy from. And of course there are many more aside from those two.

Wearing one (1) high compression sports bra in your right size can also be one way to bind you chest. Although keep in mind that they are not designed to be work for longer periods of time and that the lower band of it will put a lot of focused preassure on your ribs (while a binder will distibute it more evenly). Wearing multiple sports bras on top of each other, or wearing ones that are too small for you, is not safe.

When should you not bind your chest?

There are numerous medical conditions that could make binding very unsafe, so if you worry binding may trouble you for those reasons, it could be a good idea to talk to your doctor about it.

I personally have asthma and that makes binding a bit more dangerous for me than for non-asthmatic people, as my breathing is already a bit worse than it should be. So further restricting it by binding is something I would like to avoid doing, which is part of the reason I am working towards getting top surgery to have my breasts removed. Still, the possible dangers of binding are still worth it for me when I weigh them against the certain mental suffering that comes from not binding.

Even for people without medical issues though, there are times when you should not be wearing your binder:

  • When you sleep.
  • When you exercise*.
  • When you have already worn it for 8 hours**.
  • If you’re new to binding: when you are alone***.

*Some companies like Underworks sell [binders specifically made for swimming] and [gc2b have said that their binders are ok to swim in too]. You should still be very careful when swimming in a binder though, as it does restrict your breathing and movment a bit. And be sure to wash the binder you swim in regularly, as having chlorine left in it can irritate your skin.

**The given maximum of binding hours per day in one go is 8. But everybody’s body is different, so not everyone can safely bind for that long. Personally I can usually only manage 6 hours before my ribs start to hurt pretty bad. And it’s best to not start with trying to go for the 8 hours limit right away when you get your first binder; it’s better to start binding for a smaller amount of time in the beginning and the gradually increase it over time, to allow your body time to adapt to it.

***Binders can be difficult to get out of on your own sometimes, especially in the beginning when you haven’t yet figured out the best way to do it. So in the beginning, it is best to only bind when you have other people around that can help you out of your binder in case you would need help getting it off.

How do you take care of your binder?

Binders will get worn out over time, just like any other piece of clothing. However, it may be more noticable in binders than in regular clothes, as their compression ability will visibly get worse and worse the more worn out it gets. Getting a new binder about once a year is usually recommended, but it really depends on how much you wear it.

You should wash your binder regularly. Doing this might actually help it last longer, depending on the style of it.

Some have tags that say they are machine-wash safe, in which case you could absolutely wash them that way. But personally I always handwash mine, just to make sure they’re not unnecessarily damaged.

I use a small amount of mild detergent and cold water. Spend a lot of time rinsing it out afterwards with just water, to make sure there is no, or at least no big amount of, detergent left in it. Then I carefully scrunch it up into a ball to get as much water out as possible (don’t twist, because you don’t want to stretch the fabric) and then hang it on a hanger over the bathtub to let it drip and dry completely overnight.

For the style of binder I have (the gc2b ones), washing it regularly in cold water helps the fabric retain some of its elasticity. Which is something that can help it bind better for longer.

It may be ideal to wash it after everytime you’ve worn it and sweated in it, to prevent it from irritating your skin, but washing it just once a week is enough if you can’t do it more often than that.

What are the dangers of binding your chest?

Binding will inevetably wear out the elasticity of your skin and the breast tissue in your chest area after a while. How long it takes varies from person to person, as everybody’s body is different. But you will likely notice some difference within the first year if you bind a lot. This has little to no known actual dangerous side-effects in itself, but it will make your chest sag more and may affect how the result of top surgery looks if you plan on getting that in the future, as well as affect what types of surgeries you can get.

Even safe binding will likely give you some aches in your ribs, back and shoulders. But it is still best to take your binder off and give your body a break once you start feeling pain.

Excessive and unsafe binding comes with a lot of dangers:

  • Difficulty breathing, which can lead to fainting and, if binder is not removed, suffocating.
  • Extremely irritated skin.
  • Damaged (bruised, sprained, brokwn) ribs.
  • Damaged ribcage.
  • Damaged lungs (if punctured by a broken rib).
  • Damaged spine.

These things can usually be avoided as long as you bind safely, however.

How do you know if the pain/side-effects you get from binding is normal or not? When should you be worried?

Listen to your body and learn to interpret its signals. Everyone has different pain thresholds and everybody’s body has different limits, after all. So you will need to learn your own.

But some general signs and side-effects, normal and not, are as follows:

Normal:

  • Sore arms, shoulders, neck and/or back. This soreness may linger for a a couple of hours after you take the binder off, or not show up until the day after. It should go away completely after 2 days without binding.
  • Getting a bit out of breathe after having climbed a set of stairs or similar. Although you should still be able to catch your breathe again without too much difficulty.
  • Some chafting under your arms.
  • Increased chest and back acne.
  • Slight anxiety caused by feeling restricted.

Not normal, take the binder off as soon as you can and see a doctor if the symptoms don’t go away within a couple of days:

  • Difficulty breathing, especially if even after you’ve taken the binder off.
  • Not able to take deep breathes, cough or sneeze.
  • Sharp pain in chest or ribs.
  • Lightheadedness, feeling like you’re about to faint.
  • Losing vision, having your ears ringing or getting a tingling sensation in your fingers, even if just for a moment. (Often signs that you are about to faint.)
  • Feeling too sore/too restricted/too tired to do everyday activities that you could do without problems before you started binding.
  • Numbness in arms.
  • Bruising.
  • Skin rashes.
  • Nausea during or after binding.

Not normal, go see a doctor as soon as you can, could be signs of a serious injury:

  • Any of the symptoms from the list above, if you are feeling very worried about them. Better safe than sorry.
  • Not able to breathe at all.
  • Blueness in your libs or fingertips.
  • Fainting.
  • Sudden intense bursts of claustrophobia and/or panick attacks, especially if you do no get those when not binding.
  • Noticable change in ribcage shape.

Wow, that’s a lot of dangers. Is it really worth it?

For many people, including me: yes.

Like I said in the beginning, there are many reasons for why people bind. But mine is dysphoria, so that is the only thing I can talk about here.

Dysphoria is not a joking matter. It is often a very intense and painful kind of suffering. And taking these risks is often still better than having to deal with the dysphoria that we have when we are not binding.

This may be difficult to understand if you are not dysphoric yourself. But please try to understand that people would not knowingly be taking these risks if we didn’t feel like we needed to.

Deception is Key

To @clouds-crying-rain. Sorry it took too long, (shit happened) :D

based on this lovely prompt. 

Enjoy!


“Don’t you get it, Shiro?” Lance gripped the small screw in his hand, the pain giving him the focus he badly needed. “We don’t have a chance against the Galra. They outnumber us by millions. D’you think we can fight every fight, win every battle without any permanent casualties?”

“Don’t say that, Lance. I know you don’t believe that. Voltron is strong, we are strong as long as we work together as a team, we can defeat them.” Shiro took a step forward but the Galran soldier held him back. “Please Lance, don’t go.” Shiro pleaded, his voice so vulnerable that Lance almost turned and wrap Shiro in his arms…

Almost.

Lance saw the glint in Lotor’s eyes. Lotor was Zarkon’s only heir, tasked to rule over his father’s empire and to bring an end to Voltron. His attempts were always a failure that it was almost funny. But after a few skirmishes here and there, Prince Lotor has learned Voltron’s strengths and weaknesses, so much so that he was able to execute a flawless plan that led them here. 

“And what if I stay?” Lance turned to show Shiro a mockingly sweet smile. “What will I come back to?” In order to make this convincing, Lance needed to cut deep and true. He needed to open the floodgates and drown.  

“A team who treats me like shit? That no matter what I do, I will never ever be enough? Because if that’s it, then I’d rather sell my soul to the devil that is the Galra than to be reminded every single fucking day that I am a worthless, good for nothing Paladin who’s just a waste of space.” Lance was doing damage, he was still wearing his helmet and the comms were live. He knew that, but once the floodgates that was his emotional control crumble, be ready to drown; survivors be damned. “You think I don’t hear the whispers and mutters of each of these people who have the balls to call me their friend? ‘Lance messed up again.’ ‘Guess who couldn’t keep it in their pants?’ ‘Why me? He’ll just mess up one way or another.’ Guess what fuckers, I heard all of that.” Lance felt his eyes burn, but not with tears this time.

“So tell me, Shiro, what good will come out with me coming back to those bastards, huh? And don’t say that the team will change or any of your leader bullshit because I know, based from experience, that people don’t change that easily. Hell, they’ll probably play nice because I’m a fucking time bomb. They’ll say sweet things because they know that if they mess up, I’ll do this again. I can practically hear Pidge saying it right now.” This is good. Lance didn’t want to let Shiro talk because he knew that his facade will crumble if he did. 

“Please. If not the team, then me. Come back to me, Lance. I-I’ll be good to you, I promise. Lance, please. I-I love you, Lance. Don’t go please. I can’t lose you.” Shiro’s voice was watery and thin, that even in this distance, Lance can see the tears that glisten on his eyes.

*Caution: Shangst approaching*

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Schizo-Spectrum Disorders and College

So this is a post for all you schizos out there. I know sometimes the mental illness seems to limit your possibilities, but I want to tell you you CAN go to college. I want to give you a couple pieces of advice, from a fellow schizo who’s been in college for three years, both on and off medication.

+ All school in America, and I think many elsewhere, have a department to help students with mental concerns. Find yours and be open with them. You can get extra help such as extra class skips, extra time on assignments, and permission to leave the room as often as you need. They’ll talk to your teachers for you, but will NOT tell them your diagnosis. Now this often requires proof of diagnosis, so this may not work for self-dxers. Sorry about that. 

+ Many schools have free counseling sessions. If yours does use them!

+ Tell at least one person about your disorder. Trust me, it helps so much to have someone to talk to about it. Your roommates a good bet, because they’ll probably notice some of your symptoms.

+ If you need to go to the hospital, go to the hospital. You’ll find a way to catch up, and if you don’t a semester off won’t kill you. 

+ Create a schedule. Stick with it. Be sure to include homework, but also stuff like socializing and showering.

+ On the topic of showering, if your personal hygiene is bad that’s okay! No one will notice if you wear the same pants all week, trust me. Maybe invest in some dry shampoo, but honestly other people don’t even notice; they’re caught up in their own world. 

+ Stim toys and such are good. Try to get one that’s quiet so you’re not disturbing others, but stim toys are totally allowed. 

+ Take notes. That’s advice for all college students. It will so help you study. 

+ If you’re on meds, take them. If your meds give you noticeable side effects (pacing, tremors, etc.) remember you owe no one an explanation. Plus, teachers are really cool with letting you pace. Trust me, I did it constantly last semester, through every class. 

+ Take mental health days! Try to keep your skips for when you need them, so you’re never choosing between failing a class and taking care of yourself. 

+ If you’re delusional/hallucinating don’t feel bad about leaving class for a bit to calm down. There’s no bathroom passes in college; you can get up and leave anytime. 

Feel free to add more and ask any questions if you have them!

Supergirl 2x18 Promo

Kara

Kara meeting this guy - not sketchy at all

I think this is the same guy and he says he has information about for Kara. My guess is that it’s probably about Jack Spheer and his nano technology

This could be his car or someone else’s

That’s Kara in the fire. Kara most likely witnesses this guy getting killed after their talk (wearing the same trench coat from before). We hear Kara say he’s killed 2 people (probably talking to Lena)

Jack Spheer - all good villains come with a British accent. Jack has come to National City to present his nano technology. I think it’s supposed to help cure sick people? Side effects may cause mind control for ages 12 and over. Please ask your doctor if you can be a candidate for this trial.

Yeah. So Lena and Jack are exes. Obviously they are kissing. BUT my theory is that this is Jack using his technology on Lena. (Please be advised. Side effect may cause you to kiss your exes against your will. Please ask your doctor if you can be a candidate for this trial.)

Looks like Kara interrupts a date. Jack replies - Are you trying to get me in your crosshairs, Ms. Danvers? (sounds like a threat. I also think Lena will be under his control at this time, too)

Guardian. I don’t know what’s happening. He’s fighting someone.

What does she see?!?!?!?! Something bad. My guess - this is Jack’s computer and they found video documentation of test subjects….. or not. idk

It was literally a miracle that I got this.

Final battle scene?

This girl in blue could be Kara. I’m not sure. This girl is showing a video to Lena and she says - Who else has seen it? Then the girl says - The truth is what matters. Whatever it is it’s not good.

Supercorp!! Some nice Kara comforting sad Lena. This is probably at the end. Lena realizes what has happened to her and how, and is probably not feeling so great. (side note - I’m curious if the topic of consent will come up. Mind control does not give consent!)

Unexpected

Word Count: 1600 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that she’s pregnant and has to find a way to tell Sam.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy. Brief mention of depression (like, literally one sentence). Angst. I think that’s all, but forgive me if it’s not.

A/N: Yes, I know that this is quite a common trope, but I just couldn’t help myself :) Enjoy my rendition of Sam finding out that you’re pregnant!

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It was hard to put into words how you had felt for the past few weeks. Extreme fatigue and nausea had been keeping you sidelined from hunting for too long now. You felt off, almost as if there was something that was completely changed within you.

Of course Sam and Dean picked up on your behavior change. After being their roommates and hunting partners for almost three years now, they were used to your normal and abnormal mannerisms. Dean never vocalized it to you, but he thought you were experiencing side effects of depression. You never ruled that out - after all of the horrors you had seen, you were sure that it was a possibility.

Sam on the other hand, was very vocal about his thoughts that you were physically sick. He had seen you at your rock-bottom worst, and he thought that this time it was different.

The relationship you had with Dean was brotherly. You teased one another, fought one another, but ultimately, loved each other unconditionally. He was family to you.

In contrast to Dean, Sam was not so brotherly. You felt a spark when you were around Sam - you had never felt so loved when Sam was around. The way he would pull you in for an embrace kiss the top of your head was more emotionally charged than just a friend would do.

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Possible Side Effects (Harry Styles Smut)

Summary: You tell yourself that you won’t come back, but you always do. He is addicting, the way he makes your feel is addicting.

Requested: no

Warnings: player Harry, smut, dominance, fingering, begging

A/N: I began writing this a few days ago before people starting send in requests which I will be working on in the next few days.

Originally posted by sstyles

Possible Side Effects (Harry Styles Smut)

“I thought you said you weren’t coming back?”  Harry said smirking.
Addiction.

No matter how many times you tried to quit him, you always came back.  You always told yourself and him that, that ‘this’ would be the last time.  That you wouldn’t come back to him.  But now you find yourself at his doorstep with him looking at you with amusement because you are weak again.

“I knew you would come back, you always do.” He states smirking at you because you both know it’s true.

“Shut up, and let’s just do this” you say pushing him into his house, pressing your lips hard against his.  Harry doesn’t take a lot a time to respond, and two begin to make out.  He closes the door behind you by backing you into it.  Now you are pinned against the door frame, which is strong body against you.  But you don’t care, you want him, no you feel a need for him.  You knew it was wrong, you knew that you would end up getting yourself hurt in the end like you always do, but you didn’t care.  

You try to shake these thoughts out of your head by focusing on the way he is making you feel.  You love the way his hands travel up and down the body, almost like he can’t get enough of it.  His hands move from your sides to your ass.  He squeezes your ass, causing you to moan against his mouth.  His hands continues to knead, as his lips travels down to your neck.  Leaving marks as he goes, he’s dominant, so he likes to show what is his.  And right now, your body is his.  As he kisses down, find your sweet spot that makes you grip his biceps.  

“Found it” He says smirking against your neck.  He then begins kissing your collar bones, biting slightly making you moan, and grab at his hair.

“Harry, bed, now.” You moan out.  Harry picks you up that you are straddling his front side.  As he carries you, his lips do not leave your neck.  It makes him hard when girls praise him for how good he makes them feel.  

When you get to his bedroom, he lays you on the bed, and kisses you hard.  He then lifts his shirt over his head throwing it across the room.  You kick of your shoes, and sit up to take off your shirt.  You throw your shirt off the side of the bed, and lay back knowing Harry loves undressing you.  

Harry leans over you and kisses you again, but begins to travel down, unclipping your bra, and putting it with your shirt on the floor.  He begins to work on your breasts, kissing down between them and then taking a nipple into his mouth biting on it lightly, and sucking on it.  Your fingers tangle in his hair, slightly pulling when he tugs.

Slowly, Harry kisses down your body, and swiftly pulls off your leggings and underwear at the same time.  He then opens your legs, and runs his finger down your slit.

“So wet for me baby. No wonder why you keep coming back.  Who made you this wet?”  Harry asks smirking up at you.

You don’t respond, but push his head down signaling him to go down.  Harry doesn’t hesitate and goes down.  He first takes his tongue flat and licks up your slit, and moans at your taste. The vibrations from his moaning adding more pleasure.  

“Mhm, Harry.”  You moan as his tongue pushes near your entrance.  As Harry tongue pushes his tongue in and out.  After, Harry began to focus on your clit.

He sucked it on and pulled at it, causing you to find your hands pulling at his hair.  Harry loves the roughness when you pull at his hair.  You then feel Harry’s two fingers push into you.  His thick fingers push in and out.  You loved Harry’s hands and how they could make you feel.

“You like that baby girl?”  Harry asks, not looking at you but watching his fingers move in and out of you.  He is mesmerized by how his thick fingers seem to disappear and appear covered in your wetness.

“Yes, oh yes.” You say your voice getting louder as her curls his fingers hitting your g-spot.

“Yes Harry, yes, yes, yes”  You yell grabbing the bed sheets, with your hips lifting up wanting to intensify the feeling.

“Cum baby girl, I want to taste you.”  Harry commands, pumping his fingers fast.

As you cum, your hands grab Harry’s hair, pulling it, but pushing his face down, and pushing your hips up against his mouth, not wanting to lose the feeling.
After you are finished cumming, Harry sits up, and grabs a condom and pumps his hard cock a few times.

“How bad do you want my cock?”  He asks pumping his cock right near your entrance.  

“So bad, Harry, please” You beg as he begins to take the tip of his cock and rubbing it on your clit, knowing what it does to you.

“You want it?”  Harry says pushing just his head into your entrance teasing you.  “Beg for it.”

“Harry, please fuck me.  Fuck me with your hard, big cock.  Fill me up-“ You beg, and before you can finish, Harry slams into you.  Then, he pulls out, not completely, keeping his head still in, and then slams back in.

“You hear that?”  Harry whispers in your ear.  When you listen, you can hear the wetness of him slamming in and out of.

“You hear how wet you are?  And how my thick cock fills you up.  You like how I fill you up?”  He growls, loving being praised.

“Yes, I love how you fill me up.”  You moan.

“No one will make you feel this good.  Only me.”  Harry demands being possessive.

Harry feels your pussy start to pulse around him, knowing you’re close.

“You’re close baby girl, I can feel your tight pussy pulsing around me.  You close?”  He breathes in your ear.

“Mhm, yes. Please let me cum, please” You beg.

“Cum for me, I want to feel you cum around me.  Cum.”  He orders slamming into you harder, and bringing his hand down to press circles your clit.

“Yes, yes.  Harry, Harry, yes.”  You scream out cumming.

“Scream, tell everyone who is making you feel this good.”  Harry says, still thrusting in and out of you through your orgasm.  Moments later Harry fills you with his hot cum, filling up the condom.

After staying in you for a few moments, not wanting to lose the warm and tight contact, he finally rolls off, throwing out the condom.

Harry lays down, next to you with both of his arms under his head.  

You get up and start to put on your clothes, and as you are putting on your shoes and walking out the door, you hear Harry says,

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

“We’ll see.” You say, knowing that you will be coming back.

“Yeah” He laughs, “We’ll see.”


A/N:  This wasn’t requested but, I had just had this idea!  Thank you so much for reading and the support! I hope you guys like it! The next imagines I will be posting will be ones recently requested!  Thank you to all that have recently followed me!  If you guys ever want to talk, message me! Or if you have any ideas, send them in! I’d love to talk and get to know you guys!  Also, someone was wondering about girl on girl imagines if I do those, would you guys want to see that?  Send me your feedback and ideas!  

anonymous asked:

So, when my sister was hospitalized for severe pain (turned out to be cancer and she's in remission now), the doctors put her on Morphine. Turns out one of the side effects of Morphine is that it makes your nose itch and so I heard quite a few stories from my mom about how she was constantly scratching her nose. Are there any other weird/funny side effects of drugs that a doctor would give you like that? And what situations would they be for? Thanks!

There are quite a few strange side effects like this, and it would be an interesting idea for a post. One that I’m intimately familiar with (and you’ll get the pun in a second) is a side effect of the intravenous injection of a steroid called dexamethasone, which is useful in asthma, COPD, anaphylaxis, allergic reactions, etc.

If the medication is given too quickly, it causes an intense burning in the groin of females receiving it. (I’ve never seen it happen to males, but I’ve definitely seen women get it). The effect passes quickly, but it is noticeable.

Other side effects that I know exist but have not personally seen:

A great deal of medications can cause hallucinations (Lunesta [sleep aid], Lexapro [antidepressant]). Chantix / varencline (smoking cessation) has been known to cause really wild and vivid dreams, and Ambien / zolpidem is known to cause sleepwalking, sleep cooking, sleep driving, and sleep sex.

Some medications cause blue or green urine, such as amitryptiline (antidepressant) and indomethacin (analgesic). Metronidizole (antibiotic) can cause urine to come out black.

Many SSRIs can cause decreased sex drive and other issues.

Viagra / sildenafil (erectile dysfunction) can cause blue vision, while dangerously high doses of digoxin (antiarrhythmic) can cause yellow vision and “ghosts” when looking at lights.

Statins are a common class of cholesterol reducers (including Lipitor, Crestor, etc.), and can cause very strange memory issues due to demyelination in the brain – there was a former astronaut who went for a walk, came home, and didn’t recognize his wife as a side effect of Crestor.

GlaxoSmithKline, makers of Requip / ropinirole (treats Restless Leg Syndrome, Parkinson’s), say that their product may cause compulsive gambling and sex.

If you’re looking for your character to have some interesting side effects of a medication, there are a few options. First is to Google “Medication” + “side effects”. You could also try googling “Side effects” + “effect” and see what drugs might cause a given effect.

I’m sure my good friend @scriptpharmacist probably has a LOT to say about side effects, so make sure you check them out too!

I hope this was useful :)

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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A Different Type of Divination

Request: “Hii 🤗 Could I have a reader x draco smut. Where they both are just super horny over the day, and he fucks the reader after their lessons? Thank you 💚

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1791

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTT AND TEASING AND AHHHH

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Gazing into the foggy crystal ball, you tapped your nails against the glass, your head resting in the crook of your elbow as you released a bored sigh. Waiting for class to begin, there was a murmur of voices filling the room, Professor Trelawney seemingly conversing with an invisible entity as she waited for all the students to arrive. The air was thick with laziness, this class being one that not many came to with an enthusiastic longing. Although divination interested you, you knew that it was difficult to master, and if you weren’t a master it was a useless practice. Just last lesson you had predicted a sunny week ahead, only to have the next day shrouded with dark clouds. You grinned as you saw the reflection of a blonde boy in the ball you played with, his aggravated expression falling instantly as you lifted your head to greet him.

“I foresaw your approach.” You grinned, raising a brow as you poked at the crystal orb.

“We must have the next great seer in our midst then.” He joked along, sitting with a huff. You could tell by the tightness in his face that something was eating away at him.

“I also see…” You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples mockingly. “Something’s wrong.”

Draco shuffled in his seat, a slight blush dusting the tops of his cheeks as he struggled to hold your eye.

“I uh- tried to concoct a Sleeping Draught for myself.” He pursed his lips, refusing to go on.

“And…?” You pushed, frowning at him.

“I tried it last night. I think… I didn’t do it properly. There’s been some side effects.”

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anonymous asked:

The texture of my skin has been horrible lately. Suggestions on how to deal with this?

Some of my favorite ways to combat texture,

  • An exfoliating product. Either an exfoliating toner, a mild daily scrub, a serum with vitamin C, glycolic acid, lactic acid, etc.
  • A hydrating product with oils/omega fatty acids. These can be oils, moisturizers, serums that include omega 3s/6s and essential fatty acids. Omega fatty acids help strengthen and protect skin. They’re super moisturizing and take away ANY texture that comes wth dryness/dullness and prevent future aging and help correct aging.
  • Retinol. Retinol helps with cell rejuvenation/cell turnover. This is essentially helping the damaged and textured skin die off so new, fresh skin can takes it’s place.

Exfoliators I love.. Paula’s Choice 2% BHA Toner (ride or die), Glossier Super Glow Serum (Vitamin C), Drunk Elephant TLC Sukari Baby Facial, Avene Gentle Purifying Scrub, Murad Skin Smoothing Polish, The Ordinary Lactic Acid + HA serum.

Retinols/Retinoids I love.. Paula’s Choice 1% Retinol, The Ordinary Advanced Retinoid (more gentle/retinoid is like Retinol without all the side effects). If you have a dermatologist you can also get this as a prescription! 

How to get omega fatty acids in your skin care routine…

Look for natural plant oils rich in these fats, such as flaxseed, safflower, sunflower and olive. You can use these oils directly on your face or find products with them as a main ingredient. Lately i’ve been using and loving the Paula’s Choice Omega + Complex Serum, this has lots of seed oils but comes in a really light weight lotion like consistency and it’s not oily at all.

You could also include omega fatty acids in your diet by eating more fish or taking pills like fish oil. Lot’s of skin care ingredients that are applied topically can also be found in healthy foods. 

Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?

Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.

A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!



He was such a show off.

He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.

Lookin’ back,

I guess it was a kind of hazy -

Got me caught up and frustrated in love.

Lookin’ back -”

The video cut off.

It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.

You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.

He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.

“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”

The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.

You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.

Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.

The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.

It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.

You say: la, la, la,

La, la, la, la.

Girls like me don’t come around anymore!

You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.

This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.

You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.

You had a good thing going.

And then one day it got weird.

You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.

She a cutie and she fine,

Make me wanna make her mine,

She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.

If you like it, we can swerve,

We can light and stain up here,

Blowing, pluck it out the window.

What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.

A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.

Hey baby, won’t you look my way?

I can be your new addiction.

Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?

All you’re giving me is fiction.”

It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.

You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?

Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.

Ooh, pretty baby,

This world might’ve gone crazy.

The way you saved me,

Who could blame me,

When I just wanna make you smile.

It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.

Baby, you’re classic,

baby, you’re sick.

I never met a girl like you ever til we met.

A star in the 40s,

Centerfold in the 50s,

Got me trippin’ out like 60s,

Hippies!

You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.

Imma

Pick you up

In a

Cadillac

Like a

Gentleman

Bringin’

Glamour back,

Keep it real to real with the way I feel:

I could walk you down the aisle.

You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.

He didn’t.

The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.

After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.

If I could find you now, things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me

Away, yeah, yeah.

You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.

And that was it.

You never got a response.

You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?


You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”

The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.

“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.

When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.

You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.

It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.

As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.

You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.

Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.

“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:

“Oh?”

Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.

Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?

He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.

“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.

“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”

The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.

“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.

“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”

Your other eyebrow went up.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.

“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”

If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.

“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.

“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.

“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.

“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”

Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.

“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.

“Ethan, I feel the same way…”

He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.

“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”

He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.

“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.

“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.

You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.

Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.

“Can I come out now?”

You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.

“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.

“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.

“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.

Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.

“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.

The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.

“She knows me so well,

It’s crazy when I think about it.”