after everything that i have tried

Charity Match - Simon smut

I always see others put like a warning when they write smut, so yeah. Warning: there is smut. Which you probably figured out already because it says so in the title. Anyway… Enjoy x


The guys have been working their asses off to make another charity match happen. This time it’s in the Valley in London. Vik, Josh, Tobi and Simon have been very on edge lately. They want everything to be perfect. After all they sold out all the tickets. The entire stadium will be filled with fans. To say that the pressure is getting to them, is an understatement. The rest of the guys and myself have tried everything to help them. However today is the day. Today is the match of SDMNFC vs Youtube Allstars.

I feel excitement run through my body as I step foot in the stadium. I’m so incredibly proud of these guys. I look towards the pitch. Calfreezy and Callux are passing a ball around. JJ is running around like a chicken without it’s head. Harry and Ethan are trying to hit the crossbar. Tobi, Josh and Vik are in the stands talking to security. They don’t want a repeat of last year. Right now they are making sure nobody will be able to run on the pitch after the game has ended. All 3 of them look more relaxed than before we got here. I’m glad. Other youtubers are scattered around the field as well. The one person I’m actually looking for, isn’t anywhere on the field. I don’t see Simon anywhere. I stand up to go investigate.

As I approach the locker room I can hear someone pacing around. That must be Simon. I open the door to reveal my boyfriend looking really stressed. He is mumbling to himself. Saying over and over again that he can’t do this. He doesn’t even notice that I enter the room. I walk over to him and stand in front of him. He stops walking and looks into my eyes.

“Babe, you’ll do great. I believe in you”.

He tries to respond, but I cut him off. Knowing fully well he’ll just talk talk himself down. I kiss him with everything I got and he does the exact same. He puts both hands on my waist. We kiss each other with so much passion. Things get heated real quick. Our clothes fly around the room, except for our underwear. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. His hands travel down to my bum to support my weight as he presses me up against the door. He quickly removes one hand to lock said door and immediately returns it on my bum. He walks towards one of the benches and lays me down. As we break our kiss I open my eyes to look up at him. He hovers over me and leans down. Leaving hickeys all over my neck.

“Simon” I moan.

Hearing me moan his name, he smirks. I feel his bulge pressed against my thigh. I roll my hips into his. It felt so good. He gets rid of both our underwear. I don’t even know where he got the condom from that he’s currently slipping on, but I don’t care. I just want him inside of me. He slowly enters me. God, does he feel good. It does kind of sting at first, but the pain is quickly replaced by pleasure. Simon grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head. His lips get really close to my ear.

“You are not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” His voice is very low and husky as he whispers those words.

He nibbles on my earlobe and slowly works his way down to my neck. Kissing and biting in different places. Adding so many new hickeys to the ones I already had before this. While he does this he picks up the speed of his thusts. His hand that is holding onto my waist travels up to my right boob. He starts to massage it. While he’s pounding into me he suddenly hits my g-spot with an incredible force. I scream his name again. He continues to hit the same spot with every single thrust.

“I’m close” I manage to say.

His right hand travels down to my clit which he starts to rub. Black spots cloud my vision. He picks up the speed even more. I scream louder than before while cumming. He thrusts a few more times into me and cums as well. We both took a few minutes to control our breathing while simultaneously riding out our highs. Eventually he pulls out of me and stands up. He discards the condom and gathers our clothes. He hands mine to me and starts to dress himself. When we are both fully dressed he leans into me and gives me a sweet peck on the lips.

“I love you” he says while pulling me in an embrace.

“I love you too” I smile while pressing my face in his chest.

After our little session in the locker room Simon has been stress free. His posture has changed the minute we walked out on the pitch. I guess some of the guys took notice. JJ walks up to me and asks me what I did.

“We just talked in the locker room” I explain.

Luckily for me, he buys it. He thanks me for making their team captain gain back his focus. With that he walks away. When he is out of hearing range I snicker to myself and shake my head. If I can fool even the most perverted Sidemen. I won’t have any trouble keeping our little secret, from the rest.

After the match I head to the locker room. SDMNFC has won, just like last time. Simon even scored 2 goals and had 3 assists. I’m so proud of my man. When I near the changing rooms I can hear everyone celebrating. As I walk in I see everyone of SDMNFC and YouTube Allstars in this very room. They are all taking pictures together, talking and laughing together. It’s so nice to see that no one here is bothered by what happened out on the field. They are all friends. In the end they came together to raise money for charity.

“You guys did absolutely amazing” I tell everyone I walk past.

I get engulfed in a bear hug when I get close to Simon. He is over the moon. I can tell. After weeks of seeing him so stressed out. It’s nice to finally see him genuinely happy again. As we pull away I study his face. His shit eating grin that he is wearing. The crinkles by his eyes. The way his eyes lit up right. 

“I love you, so god damn much.”


I asked the Fairy Squad who my next imagine should be about and from the people that responded @minibaeminter @cocoxxsx and @lovvelyxdreamer voted for Simon. If you liked this go and thank them.

If there’s anything you see that you think can be improved, please tell me. I’m not a writer. However I would love to improve my writing skills. Thank you so much for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it.

Have a nice day x

today was good. i saw three dogs at work and someone came by with free samples from some new place that’s opening called Poke and gave me a coupon for 20% off my first purchase. i have no idea what the sample was but it was tofu and spicy and rlly good

i tried to go after work with my mom but they had a sign that said they were out of everything. except then an employee ran over and made me a free sample that was also Very Good

and then my mom noticed a candy store across the street that’s the same chain i went to as a kid - it used to be called powell’s, but now it’s retro sweets - and it was basically exactly like i remembered??? like, arranged differently, but they had willy wonka and the chocolate factory playing on a loop in the back and a row of theater seats and big baskets full of candy and even!! the candy pills we used to get!!! i literally almost started crying i was so excited

the street where i’m working, i’m gonna call it b street, reminds me of one of the towns i grew up in. except in that town i was in a school that made me miserable, and now i’m happy. i have a job i enjoy, i’ve made some wonderful friends in the taz server i run, i’m writing again…..i’m gonna see hamilton in less than a week!! i get to see rere in april!!!

i still have issues and shit but i feel like i’m getting better about recognizing them and dealing with them. i’m finally gaining independence without my mom dragging me back. i feel like….i’m finally a Real Adult, and it’s so exciting.

anonymous asked:

I lost around 5 lbs this week because I fasted during whole week except eating lunch on Monday and Tuesday.. I had to eat today too and now my stomach hurts and I have diarrhea. What do I do now?

i’m so sorry i’m late!! 

i really hope you’re okay. i doubt the pains are still there by now, because i believe that they were probably just your body readjusting to your sudden caloric intake of food (diarrhoea is really common after fasts, unfortunately). if it is still there though- and you’ve tried some antacids and anti-diarrhea medicine- i would recommend seeking medical help! it doesnt have to be about your weightloss, but the doctor can prescribe you with better help than i can and examine you to check that everything’s okay with you <3 i hope you get better, and take it a little easier from now!

((Took me long enough, but I finally got Cecil a neat profile page. With new people coming in, it seemed like a good thing to have, just to get a general idea of who Cecil and his son are. I also went ahead and wrote down an abridged version of Cecil’s entire backstory. I tried to be as compact and brief as possible, but I ended up writing a 1173 word long biography. I also added a page with my oddtumblr related artworkAnd finally, I wrote down some roleplay info, which pretty much just says “I have no rules and will continue to do so, but I’ll respect yours.” along with a content warning, seeing how everything on my blog is fair game.
So, yeah, after more than a year I finally put these pages on there. Sure took me long enough, lmao.))

“My mom died of lung cancer on my sixteenth birthday. My birthday is actually coming up—this Saturday. Before she passed away, I was a good student and everything. I was probably going to get a scholarship for singing. But I stopped caring after that. My mom was my biggest fan. Even when she was really sick, she came to my singing recital in a wheelchair, with her hair falling out of her head, and she sat on the front row. I quit singing after she died. There was nobody to sing for anymore. My Dad raised us. And he was wonderful. You want to know how awesome my Dad is? He went to court and tried to legally change my birthday. Just so I wouldn’t have to go through it every year. It turns out you’re not allowed to do that. But he tried.”

I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end.

And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.”

And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.”

The scene I’m looking most forward to in ACOWAR is when Feyre finally tells Tamlin everything. To have a full verbal confrontation with Tamlin and to finally close her character arc by telling Tamlin, to his face, that she doesn’t love him anymore.

To tell Tamlin that Rhysand is her mate and that she loves him with all her heart and she’s grateful for the kindness and generosity Tamlin showed her before Under the Mountain but she will always hate him for everything he did and tried to do to her, to her family, new and old, after.

I need Rhys to hear it too. I need Rhys to hear the beautiful monologue that I know Sarah will write, I need him to hear that he is her heart and soul and she wants a future, wants marriage and children, with Rhys.

But I need her to say this to Tamlin, I need Tamlin to know, to be painfully aware, that Feyre will leave with Rhys, that Feyre chooses Rhys, and that she’ll mate and marry Rhys, and Feyre will never think of Tamlin again.

That’s what I want most from ACOWAR.

“My mom and I have always been close. But we had to learn how to communicate again after my dad died. It took therapy. We’d stopped being honest with each other. My dad’s illness had been so stressful that we didn’t want to create any additional worries. So we tried to protect each other. Neither of us would admit if we were having a bad day. Or if we were feeling depressed. The answer to everything was always: ‘I’m fine.’ But we weren’t fine. And it was obvious. So we worried about each other all the time. It caused a lot of stress and arguments. We had to relearn how to admit when we were having a bad day. Because you can never truly know if someone’s ‘fine’ unless you trust them to tell you when something’s wrong.“

Gryffindor studyblr: Constantly pushing for the unique, different classes. Corrects other students, and teachers and text books. Thick rimmed glasses and alternative education. Bright colored stationary, everything is a different color. Organised chaos across desk, in backpack. Doodles and banners. Eats ‘non studyblr snacks’ and talks about studying with depression, running late after the bus the 'behind the aesthetic’. Pure discipline and energy. Posts 'my story’ and student discounts. Tries to tell whole family about studyblr and grades.

Hufflepuff studyblr: Tutors without giving answers, friends with teacher. Pictures done in morning light. Highlighters and mildliners have different uses and uses both. All types of paper for notes (graph, wide ruled, college ruled, blank). Encouraging crowded bujos. Sends asks, gives advice. Posts aesthetics. Makes sure people are absorbing information and not just taking it in. Writes in textbooks that 'edit’ history. Writes essays about how education needs to change and why dress code is useless. Aesthetic YouTube videos and doodles for notes. Banners.

Ravenclaw studyblr: Sits in class and ignores teacher in favor or reading something they seem more important. Takes bad grades as an insult. Seems like they aren’t trying to get A’s but secretly really are. Educates not necessarily in the school way. Coffee and water. Helps and gives advice to new studyblrs. Posts masterposts and advice with only a little aesthetic. Blue pens and black pens, very limited color coding but also strictly color coded. Posts resistance typography and constantly has to say 'Educate yourself!’. Feels like everyone should know the things they know without realising how smart they are.

Slytherin studyblr: feels trapped by bad education and mediocre class mates. Is either best friend’s or complete enemies with teacher. Reads advice and 'my story’ posts constantly. Writes risky essays questioning the system. Either top of the class or enemies with top of class. Cannot stand group work. Learns languages that they think will be helpful in life. Color codes everything: notes, aesthetics, planners. Can write in cursive and calligraphy. Constantly pushing to reach maximum potential: does yoga, drinks 9 cups of water, tries to sleep 8 hours- also fails at all these things because busy trying to change something.

anonymous asked:

Do have any Klance parenting headcanons?

“Hunk Pidge McClain, you were named after two of my best friends, who were with me from the very beginning. And also because your dad wouldn’t let me name you Megatron, because he likes to suck the fun out of everything.”


quailsinspace  asked:

The group I DM for my hombrew game love to loot anything and everything that isn't nailed down. However, this makes it hard to give bosses cool/powerful weapons without them taking it and breaking the game. I've tried counteracting this by having them fight mostly magic users and monsters that use claws or fangs. It feels cheap though to just tell them "you can't have this because reasons" or having the weapon miraculously break after the fight. Any ideas on how to avoid this problem?

You could look for weapons that you know they’re not proficient in! I’m gonna try to cover as many weapons as possible, if this doesn’t help please feel free to send me specific weapons you wanted to use. Today, a week from now, a month, etc. I hope this helps! <3

Giant weapon: Literally too big to use/hold. You can take it, but you move at speed 10. 

Smaller hand held weapon: It burns, its almost unbearable. 1d6 damage every time you pick it up. [e.g. if they put it in a sheath and take it out, 1d6 damage]

The item has a spell cast on it to return to its wielder, even in death. Its powerful enough to drag the player holding it back by 10 feet whenever they move away from it.

The weapon is sentient, and had a symbiotic relationship with the enemy. Your players have nothing to give, so it doesn’t want to work with them. 

Book or wooden weapon: The enemy makes his items bursts into flames when he knows its over.

 The items great power came from the enemy, once he’s gone the item returns to normal stats. [e.g. amputation knife cuts off limbs, limbs become under control of enemy and does 1d10 damage. but in your party’s possession, it just does 1d4 slashing]

Bow: The string snapped. its replaceable, but the string is what gave it its power. Unfortunate. Looks beautiful, though!

Whip: Spikes found along the whip were grown by the witch, who is since dead. With no spikes, it does less damage.

Ammunition: Looks like its already been used…twice? Its dangerous to reuse it. You can, but its not recommended. 

Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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“ Do you think I’m poor because I want to be? Do you think I’m jobless because I hate working? I thought someone should have mercy on us after so many tries. Why is it always 100 against 1? What am I supposed to do? I did everything you told me do. What am I supposed to do when it’s not working out?”

I want to write a post about the tattoos but I can’t, because honestly I have tried and failed to articulate what they mean to me as a larrie.

I just imagine two young men. In love but unable to say it. So they chose to show it instead, after one of them falls into the world of tattooing.

How did the conversation go? Was it whispered late at night, pouring over designs and talking to friends and artists? Was it a joke at first, until it became real?

Tattoos are permanent. Forever. Even the removals leave a scar that resembles the original tattoo, and it’s a long, painful process, that is expensive and timely. They’re possible to cover up, but still traces of the original remains, just look at Harry’s anchor, you can still see the darkness of “I can’t change” at the bottom.

Imagine looking at the person you love who said he’d never get tattoos himself, all wrapped up and giggly off of the high of the needle, and the soft shy kisses that turned into deep, loving promises.

Their symbolism cannot be overlooked. And regardless of how you feel about their relationship, it says something that time and time again they showed up with tattoos that complement each other, especially now that we know they were being told that was not okay.

Funny Klance wedding hc

•they have it on a different planet with everyone (lance’s family hunk’s family Pidge’s family). Its Lance and Keith’s favorite planet. The one they first had a date on.

•To everyone’s surprise Keith wears a wedding dress (the lipstick and red earrings is omg)
•lance definitely didnt know
•He almost faints at the altar cos

•the wedding is crashed by alien bandits.

•Voltron team fights them off.
•Lance and Keith have their
bayards and even in a dress keith
•Lance backs up his almost hubby
by shooting everything coming
after him while simultaneously
protecting his family and his
niece and nephews are cheering

•The wedding must go on so Lance and Keith scream their vows to each other while fighting and the priest tries his best to marry them while also hiding behind the podium. They scream their i do’s

•its chaos.
•Pidge is laughing while controlling
a robot to fight for her (no way
she’s ruining the dress Matt
bought her)
•Shiro and Allura are
screaming make them kiss
•Hunk is crying cos the kids are
throwing cupcakes at the alien
•Lance’s grandma knows karate.
•Hunk’s mom chef is throwing
kitchen knives with deathly
•Lance’ dad lifts a fridge
•His mom has a broom (where
daheck did she get that???)
•Matt and Mr. Holt are concerned
for Pidge’s maniacal laughter.
•Coran is swinging from the
chandelier screaming like tarzan.

•In the midst of chaos and uncertainty Lance finally gets to wrap an arm around Keith’s waist and kiss him.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any hcs on Ace, Zoro, Law, Sanji, and Kid on how life would be with their newborn baby? Thank you!



  • a fucking natural at this
  • knows what his baby needs whenever it needs it
  • his baby would just…calm down right after being placed in his arms, what the hell Ace, tell us your secret
  • makes grimaces at his baby and tries to get them to giggle or smile
  • he’s just on cloud nine with this kid, marvels at everything they do and shows them around everywhere
  • Ace it’s ok Newgate, Dadan, Garp, Luffy, Sabo, Marco and Makino all fucking love your baby, but now keep it cool


  • where the fuck is the turn off button?
  • yells after his crewmates when he has no idea what to do which is all the time in different tones, octaves and emotions, mostly he yells after Robin, Brook, Sanji, Jinbe and Chopper so they can help him figure shit out
  • he probably set their crib right next to him and watches his baby like a guard dog whenever they’re sleeping, his hands right by his katanas when he hears as much as ‘suspicious’ footsteps
  • it surprised him that he enjoys feeding them with the bottle 


  • *footage of Law banging his head against his desk as his baby starts screaming*
  • “Now Cora-san’s fruit would really come in handy…”
  • he knows how to wash a baby, or feed it or change it or hold it, that’s all no problem but he has hard time figuring out what the baby wants 
  • reads bedtime stories about gross diseases for his ecstatic baby and loves cuddling with them
  • he’d be secretly really proud because his kid would be a really handsome little boy or pretty little girl


  • *luckiest swirly browed fool on planet fucking earth*
  • HE TOTALLY would get one of those babyslings or backpacks so he can keep his nugget close to him at all times while he can still focus on cooking and everything
  • has already spend too much money on cute prince or princess costumes before it was born
  • *Nami’s voice* “Sanji you’re spoiling your kid too much..already”
  • he just loves them so much, he spends every minute kissing their feet, hands, nose, ears, mouth


  • shit, shit, shit
  • he has no fucking idea what he does 24/7 and his crewmates ain’t helpful because they don’t really know shit about babies either
  • he does kind of like the bath times tho, because he’s not afraid to get messy and all
  • would probably brutally beat up anybody that looks at his kid the wrong way
  • calls his baby “lil’ asskicker”
  • he loves it when the baby balls up their tiny hands to fists, like they’re ready to fight
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even ran out on isak in the middle of the nighr completely naked to get mcdonalds. isak rubs after him an tries to find him. he calls sonja. sonja comes and says the police had even in custody. she says rven is manic. that he doesn’t have feelings for isak, it’s just one of his episodes. last year he tried to learn the quran by heart. smoking makes him worse. i hate everything

All Will Be Well || Percival Graves x Reader

Originally posted by just-a-lunatic

Based on Anonymous’ request- ‘Could you do a fic with the reader and Graves being a couple, but after his identity is stolen they start to suspect something and distances themselves from him? 


Percival Graves meant everything to you. He was your world, your rock, and you were his. You’d been together for two years now, and it was approaching your third anniversary.

You both made time for each other,  you worked from home, as a potion master, and he worked at MACUSA. 

Usually, after a long and tiring day at work, you’d hear the door open, and you’d smile to yourself, feeling as if the whole house had lit up at the prospect of your fiancé coming home. 

You’d bounce towards the door, abandoning whatever concoction you were working on, grinning as you saw the door open, and start to cook dinner, humming a recent tune on the radio as you’d hear him taking off his shoes, and the familiar wobble of the coat rack as he threw his coat on it.

You’d be wiping your hands on your apron as he’d approach you, sliding slightly on the floor in his socks as he’d spin you around, which would cause you to laugh melodically.

“How was work?” you’d ask,  waving your wand over the saucepan, causing the pastry of the pie you were making to turn a golden colour, and he would grunt vaguely, but you’d get the message.

“The usual, a few meetings with Madam President and some useless cases.” the story varied on different days, then he’d stretch before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, before walking to a goofy armchair and collapsing into it. You’d smile fondly at him, before serving dinner.

Then you’d realise your potion was probably frothing in the cauldron and would rush towards your study, cursing loudly, Percival snorting into his food.

Today however, something was different.

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