all of my goddamn feels right there

Periods Aren’t That Bad. They’re Actually A Whole Lot Worse: A Lesson For Non-Period-Havers

Disclaimer 1: This will probably get a little NSFW.

Disclaimer 2: Symptoms of periods vary from period-haver to period-haver. It pretty much sucks for everyone, though.

Disclaimer 3: I have a high pain tolerance. Really high. If I say something is really painful, it is really fucking painful.

And now for the reasons why having periods suck and it’s worse for us to have it than for you to hear about it:

  1. There is blood coming from our vaginas. This is a very unpleasant feeling. We cannot “hold it.” Some people get a light trickling. Some, like me, get a Goddamn crime scene.
  2. The ways to keep from bleeding all over everything include a pad, which basically feels like a diaper, and a tampon, which is basically shoving a cotton pipe up there, is not as much fun as it sounds, and can be very uncomfortable if done wrong. And doing it right is fairly hard. Thanks to good old Catholic sex ed, it took me about five years to figure out.
  3. Cramps. I am lucky in that my cramps tend not to be THAT bad (thank you, high pain tolerance), but some get cramps so bad that the pain is comparable to appendicitis.
  4. Headaches. What I lack in cramps, I often make up for in headaches. And not just any headaches. Agonizing headaches. They can start up to a week before the bleeding starts, they last a few days into it, and they don’t go away. No matter how much aspirin you take. Seriously, when I get menstrual headaches, I could down an entire fucking bottle of Advil and I’d probably die but my ghost would still have the headache.
  5. Acne. I’m talking looking like Deadpool under the mask.
  6. Indigestion. It isn’t fun.
  7. Bloating.
  8. Sometimes my actual vaginal region hurts. A lot. Enough to have me doubled over on the floor.
  9. For some reason my anxiety gets worse sometimes around my period. Which is extra fun. There’s nothing like nearly calling the morgue because your dad was late from a basketball game, only to find out he was at Applebee’s.
  10. Fatigue. Because I’m doing everything I normally do while my body is staging a mutiny.
  11. Backache.
  12. Just generally feeling disgusting.
  13. This goes on for a week.
  14. This happens every Goddamn month.
  15. This generally starts around age twelve or so and lasts until maybe age 45.

I’M DYING. I’M CURRENTLY DYING. WHERE DO I EVEN START.

oh, wait, I know where : ANNA CLAPPING HER HANDS IN JOY BECAUSE SIS ELSA IS ABOUT TO DO SOME MAGIC

then they are HOLDING HAND when entering the castle OMFG KILL ME

of course we’ve all already fangirled about it, but… THE

NEW

DRESSES

it’s so dark-themed i do agree but STILL it’s so gorgeous and Anna’s suit is so simple yet so feminine and elegant and ELSA’S ONE OMFGGG I’M ON THE MOON RIGHT NOW IT’S AMAZING

then my icy baby having culpability omg Disney why, why me

LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS CUPCAKE DON’T YOU WANNA HUG HER TIGHT

also that new trail

that new goddamn trail

soon it will be 25 miles long omfg ELSA YOU BOASTY NERD

THE FAMILY PORTRAIT

It reminds me so much of that scene in Once Upon a Time but anyway gotta hold my feels if I don’t wanna cry

also, do my lynx eyes of Frozen fangirl recognize a concept art that turned into a painting for this short ? HEHEHEH

back to Elsa having culpabilities HAHAHAHAAHA I’M GOING TO FUCKING DIE THIS FALL

but even if the short seems pretty dark, literally and psychologically, they are positive notes

like

KRISTOFF DOING A MANDOLIN SOLO YASSSS

Elsa and Anna and their snow baby

LOOK AT ‘EM

then Elsa being an adorable cupcake as usual

(THE ANIMATED ICE LOOKS GORGEOUS, I CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES)

i’m going to cry my eyes out at that scene tho

look at that setting jfc

BUT MY TWO MAIN MOTIVATIONS and reasons I CAN’T wait to see the shot are :

1. it looks really hilarious (Olaf being a king in that) and adult oriented (the sauna joke) and LOOK AT THOSE TWO DORKS

2. SNOW SISTERS DUET I REPEAT SNOW SISTERS DUET

THEY

ARE

SINGING

TOGETHER

IN UNISON

me @ me : rest in fucking pieces

Frozen 2 is going to be so extra good

bonus : Anna learned to ice skate and they’re both doing figures jfc my soul reached heavens

Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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i gotta organize my thoughts on why evermore has me so shook

1) it’s just so goddamn beautiful. and goddamn dan stevens + beast voice growliness???? good shit ok. good damn good shit. 

2. it comes at the PERFECT thematic moment for beast. certain characters just wouldn’t pour their heart out in song format like that. they just wouldn’t. and beast is one of them, he wouldn’t, not until he’s at his lowest would he sing-monologue like that. the song comes at the exact right point in the story. holy shit good timing 10/10

c - he doesn’t have anything against belle herself for leaving. sad as heck she’s gone? yes. convinced he’s never gonna see her again and SUPER sad about that? yes. but angry at her for leaving??? no??? not at all??? damn dude. that’s some goddamn character development. 

ii. he’s been so affected by her she’ll forever inspire him and that is just. goddamn disney. that’s it y’all are done you can’t top that, that’s the pinnacle representation of romantic love. could anyone else even??

b) he’s so completely convinced she’d never come back to him. im so sad. oh, guy. dude. i feel so bad for you. im so sorry you poor sad bastard. “i’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in” oh my god guy you can’t even imagine she’d want to come back to you. 

somebody help me i’ve been listening to this song on repeat for 13 hours and crying

“I’m a coward. Such a freaking coward!”

Dean heaves a deep sigh and rubs his temples in a weak attempt to order his thoughts. It feels like a goddamned roller coaster in there and he really doesn’t know what to do.

“It’s just … it should be easy, right?” he continues, shaking his head. “They’re just words. Granted, huge words. Words I never said before to another person outside of my family. But …”

He pauses, looking at the big golden eyes in front of him that study him expectantly.

“What do you think, man?” Dean asks. “Am I a coward?”

No reply, just an intense stare.

“Or am I crazy?” Dean suggests. “For talking to a frigging cat of all things!”

Mojo finally decides to blink … and stays quiet.

Stupid cat!

“I am crazy!” Dean groans, throwing his hands into the air. “Instead of facing my boyfriend and telling him that I love him, I’m talking to his cat who likes to chase flies and lick his butt all day. That doesn’t make any sense!”

Mojo tilts his head – and damn, he does look a bit like Castiel that way – and eyes Dean in that typical humans-are-quite-weird way. He did it the very first time Dean came over – the night after his first date with Castiel, him being all jittery and jumpy, wondering whether the ‘tea’ Castiel offered him at the front porch with a warm smile before inviting him in actually meant a hot beverage or something completely different, his nerves all over the place – and Mojo obviously thought him the weirdest person on the planet.

(By the way, the 'tea’ actually turned out to be tea. That … and the best first kiss ever!)

Since then Dean’s relationship with the cat is kinda reserved. Mojo mostly stays out of sight or at least far away, just staring at Dean as though he hopes that this odd human would finally disappear and never return. There is wariness and suspicion and Mojo only condescends to ignore all this when he’s in the mood for some proper petting.

“You don’t care about my problems, right?” Dean sighs. “I mean, you’re a cat, why should you? You probably think I’m dense for not having the nerve to tell my boyfriend – my beautiful, gorgeous amazing boyfriend – that I’m hopelessly in love with him. That the last few months had been the best of my life. That I’m, without any doubt, the luckiest guy alive.”

He shuts his eyes for a second. “He’s so awesome, you know? Everything I ever hoped for and at the same time so much more! I’m so crazy about him, you’ve got no idea.” He fidgets awkwardly. “But how do I tell him all that? I’m so awful at the feelings-crap and as soon as I look into his pretty eyes I’ll forget anything I wanted to say.”

Mojo dignifies Dean’s little meltdown with a big yawn and an I-couldn’t-care-less expression.

Dean, however, just lets it pass. “How do normal people do it? Just say it right into the person’s face?” He bites his bottom lip in frustration. “How?”

“There are some who talk about it with their boyfriend’s pet,” suddenly a very deep and very familiar voice interjects.

Dean leaps to his feet immediately and stares at Castiel with wide eyes. “Cas!”

Of course he shouldn’t be surprised by his boyfriend’s presence since this is Castiel’s place after all and he only left to run a small errand, even reassuring Dean that it “won’t take long”, but for some reason Dean totally missed how much time already passed.

Castiel, however, seems highly amused. “So that’s what you’re doing when I leave the house? Having deep and meaningful conversations with Mojo?”

The cat merely spares them a brief glance before starting to lick his paws and ignore them in a way only cats manage to do.

Dean smiles crookedly. “He’s actually not the best to talk to.”

Castiel takes a step closer and chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m doing the same thing all the time.”

Dean lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes.” Castiel cups Dean’s cheek, his fingers so warm that Dean instantly leans into the touch. “Just yesterday I told him how much I love my boyfriend.”

Dean’s heartbeat picks up its pace rather spectacularly and he can’t contain a beaming grin. “You do?”

Castiel hums in affirmation, his nose brushing Dean’s. “Very, very much.”

The kiss that follows is sweet and soft and it makes Dean’s skin tingle in the most pleasant way possible.

“I love you too,” Dean whispers before surging right back in.

And on the couch Mojo continues to groom his fur and probably wonders why humans are so annoyingly complicated.

Sick Day

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean has the flu

Word Count:  2311

Warnings:  None. I think I fluffed.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Sick Day

Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.

Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.

“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”

“Hmm?”

“Scoot over.”

He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.  

Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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Im sobbing in every language known  to man

wolfbro92  asked:

Hello, I am trying to avoid falling into the pit fall that is trying to write a female character who is very in control of her sexuality and also dresses in fairley reveling way, without objectifing her. She dresses like she does because she wants it to be very clear to every one around her that it is not a matter of whether not she could punt you through a wall but rather how far you would go after that. and she is well out of the 'confused' period of her life, and into the 'proud to be me' .

Hello!  For the purposes of this response, I’m going to assume you’re a (heterosexual?) male author, in which the first step I’d recommend for writing about this is to consult as many women as possible about it.  Seeing as I am a women, I’d say you’re ahead of the game in this department.  

Next, here are some personal tips and rules of thumb for writing about sexual female characters without sexualizing them:

1.  Treat them as people.  

Regardless of how promiscuous, attractive, and sexual your character is, she will have defining traits beyond that.  Focus on your character’s personality before you describe her appearance.  Spend some time working out her idiosyncrasies, quirks, likes and dislikes, that don’t involve sex.  Make sure she’s a well-rounded character before you even think about focusing on her sexuality;  her appearance should be an afterthought, not a defining feature.  

This goes for characters of all genders:  regardless of how stunningly attractive they’re emphasized to be, regardless of the author’s relentless descriptions of their “rock hard abs” or “ample breasts,” the characters I find most attractive are invariably the ones with a strong and well-defined personality.  

Basically, regardless of how sexy your character is, she is, first and foremost, a person, with a fully developed personality.  Remember that, and you’ll be several steps ahead of your fellow male authors.

2.  Make sure she’s dressed practically and appropriately.   

Revealing clothes are great.  I’ll show cleavage like nobody’s business.  But don’t fall into the false empowerment purgatory of ridiculously revealing clothes that are neither appropriate to the situation nor practical for what your character is doing.  

For instance, if your character is kicking ass and taking names, she should not be doing it like this:

If your character is setting out for a fight, avoid gratuitous cleavage, showing too much skin, and basically anything that looks like it could just as easily be exhibited in a Victoria’s Secret ad.  

Some more practical options for your female characters include full-body spandex (like male superheroes have been wearing since spandex was invented), cargo pants and tank tops, and athletic-wear.  I also personally enjoy basically any character in full-body latex or leather, and it’s totally not because its a personal kink of mine.

In a quiet, controlled, dress up-y setting, your character can wear the revealing clothes she prefers, but there are some basic guidelines for this as well:      

3.  Stay away from gratuitously focusing on breasts. 

“My full breasts swelled invitingly over the lacy rim of my sports bra.”  “Her small breasts swung loosely beneath her poncho.”  “She purred as she contentedly patted her young breasts dry.”

So many male writers do this, and it never fails to grate on me.  Even if your character is wearing the most cleavage-bearing, Jessica Rabbit-esque getup imaginable, she will not be thinking about her boobs 24/7, especially if it’s told in the first person. 

The only time I’m actively thinking about my breasts is when I’m thinking about how much they’re fucking annoying me.  Right now, for example, I’m thinking about them because all my bras are in the wash and the only one available was one of my mom’s sports bras, and it feels like a goddamn binder.  

Do I love them?  Am I happy to have them?  Yes, but sometimes they fucking suck, man.  

On that note, however, the feeling of taking off a bra is heavenly, and I do occasionally like putting my hands on them for no particular reason.  

If you want to emphasize that your character is physically beautiful, and she’s wearing revealing clothing, here are a few body parts that I wish authors would pay more attention to: 

“The lean, well-defined muscles of her back rippled like liquid.”  

“The slit up the side of her evening gown showed off a smooth expanse of thigh.”  

“Her hair was braided to one side, calling attention to her slender neck and sharp jawline and showing off her toned shoulders.”     

This might be the queer gal in me talking, but I’d say that’s a definite improvement.

4.  Allow her to have physical flaws.

“Her lovely sloping waist gave way to voluptuous hips, perfectly mirroring the ample roundness of her bosoms.  Luscious locks of silky blond hair framed her heart-shaped face and high cheekbones, accentuating lush lips and a petite button nose, large eyes framed with lush lashes.”  

This is a condensed version of the descriptions I’ve read.  Authors, particularly male authors, will take up entire pages describing flawlessly beautiful female characters that probably couldn’t exist outside of a magazine.  

Don’t do this.  Even if your character is stunningly gorgeous, it’s her physical idiosyncrasies that will make her memorable.  Give her a honking laugh, a birthmark, a scar, one crooked tooth that stands out in an otherwise perfect smile.

Moreover, as a general rule of thumb, stay away from cutesy descriptors “petite button noses,” “doe eyes,” “lush, long lashes,” “doll-like,” “porcelain skin,” and basically anything else that sounds as though you’re describing a children’s toy.  One or two characters can have these features, but when every female character sounds like a porcelain doll, it gets tiresome. 

Confession time:  I like to endow my male characters with these traits just to throw people.  A lot of my male main characters will be described as having large, doe-like eyes with long lashes, lush pink lips, delicate features, and/or basically everything else cute and “feminine” with which female characters are frequently endowed. 

I feel like it’s quietly subversive, because there’s a lot of pressure for male characters to constantly be masculine (if not, it’s usually presented as comedy relief), just as it’s customary for female characters to consistently be effortlessly cute, delicate, and feminine.  

Your female characters will not always be cute, delicate, and feminine.  Even the most gorgeous people in the world will occasionally wake up with static-y, bird’s nest hair and dark raccoon circles under their eyes.  They get body odor, they go to the bathroom, they get bad breath, they get unsightly rashes, have allergic reactions, get bug bites.  

Granted, you probably won’t need to describe that in gratuitous detail, but you need to realize that women aren’t goddesses.  If your character has perfect makeup, she’s put a lot of time and energy into learning how to do perfect makeup, applying it every morning, et cetera.  If she has a perfect body, she probably works out a lot, eats a steadily healthy diet, and/or has some pretty perfect genes.  Traditional femininity is hard work;  it isn’t simply a natural state of being for women and girls.

Basically, it all goes back to point one:  treat your female characters as people.   

5.  Be open to criticism.

This applies for writing all marginalized groups to which you don’t belong.  I can and do write characters of color, for example, but I need to be open to criticism from actual people of color for when I’m doing it wrong.  

If you’re straight (which I am not), you can and should write queer characters, but you need to be open to the critiques of actual queer people when they tell you how to improve.  

And you (and again, I’m only assuming you’re male here, as it isn’t specified) can and should write female characters, but you need to keep an open ear to real women if they say you aren’t doing it right.  

This isn’t personal, and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person;  what a lot of people need to understand on this website (and the internet in general) is that we will never reach a state of total ideological purity, just as we will never understand the experience of groups to which we do not belong.

Accept it, commit to the journey of bettering yourself as a person and as a creator, and realize that criticism is not a personal insult to you;  it’s a means by which you can grow.


I really hope this helps!!

lyrics bios (requested

Lana :

go play a video game

it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you everything i do

heaven is a place on earth with you

i heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?

you’re no good for me but baby i want you

being a bad bitch on the side it might not appeal to fools like you

can you make it feel like home

don’t make me sad don’t make me cry

sometimes love is not enough

‘cause you and i we were born to die

Halsey :

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign sick and full of pride

i’m bigger than my body i’m colder than this home

i’m meaner than my demons i’m bigger than these bones

goddamn right, you should be scared of me

i couldn’t stand the person inside me i turned all the mirrors around

i’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head

you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece

i’m a wanderess i’m a one night stand

don’t belong to no city don’t belong to no man

i’m the violence in the pouring rain i’m a hurricane

they think i’m insane, they think my lover is strange

that’s the beauty of a secret you know you’re supposed to keep it

THE NBHD

i think i talk too much i  need to listen

i think i try too hard how i look, what i do, what i’m sayin

i spend too much time explainin myself

Troye Sivan :

never knew loving could hurt this good

you make my heart shake bend and break

in the crowd alone and every second passing reminds me im not home

blazed eyes empty hearts buying happy from shopping cards

my happy little pill take me away

only fools fall for you

“She’s too good for you” - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You finally meet your boyfriend’s family. 

Just a short little thing I wanted to write about the eldest of the batkids…Hope you’ll like it :s.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened. 

A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.

-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…

You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.

-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right. 

-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…

You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy. 

-You. I’m talking about you (Y/N). 

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time and time again people talk about how unaffected harry seems by his fame. he’s managed to remain pretty much himself, they say. he’s very humble, very gracious etc etc. so i feel like it’s my duty then to let his fame affect ME, to absorb all that hype, and let it get to MY head. harry is probably not going to look at this moment where he’s signing his am/dunkirk posters and be like ‘DAMN I’VE REALLY MADE IT’ he’s too humble for that, right? so i have to do it for him. it’s a tough burden to bear, but someone has to. now……DID YOU SEE HARRY SIGNING HIS AM/DUNKIRK POSTERS? GODDAMN HE’S REALLY MADE IT!!! TALK ABOUT A FUCKING GLOW UP!!! 

Beautiful Disaster (Negan x Reader) Smut

Request by @ellayf-of-ravenclaw: Kink #15 for Negan pleaseeeee :D Preferably both break up and make up wink wink.

Summary: Tired of feeling used, you break up with Negan. But he isn’t so willing to let you go.

Warnings: SMUT, Oral, Rough Sex, Sweet and Fluffy Sex, Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Loving and Caring Negan.

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SPOILERS AHEAD

You know I love everything about new BatB and there are a few special moments which are missed in the original picture of 1991. 

I just can’t stop thinking about Days in the Sun scene (which is more touching and sad than Human Again no doubt) it’s not just because of Beast remembering his mother and how his cruel father didn’t even let him say goodbye to her upon her deathbed (IT’S A REFERENCE TO WHEN BELLE ASKED BEAST TO LET HER SAY GOODBYE TO HER FATHER FOR THE LAST TIME do u understand?!) 

It’s more because of these lines of Belle: 

How in the midst of all this sorrow
Can so much hope and love endure
 

Belle was quite confused how everyone in the castle is so loyal to Beast FOR GODDAMNed 10 years and they even accepted that they are guilty for the curse somehow. BUT then Belle realized all those feelings LOVE AND KINDNESS AND DEVOTION they had for each other and for their master AND HOW STRONG THEY ALL MIGHT BE and that’s how she started to think that Beast is not that bad and there must be a reason he’s so cold and everything…

THE MOVIE IS PURE I’M GONNA PROTECT IT TILL THE END OF MY DAYS

Hurt Me, Cure Me

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a toxic relationship but they can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Pinch of Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @paigeinastory‘s “Country Song/Sentence Prompt Challenge”. I got the song “Playing with Fire” by Thomas Rhett ft Jordin Sparks. I also got the quote “The pain burns yet we always come back for more.” I hope you guys like this one!!! *hides face* also, special thanks to my boo @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for making the aesthetic for my fic!!



Hurt Me, Cure Me

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anonymous asked:

so uh...you doing prompts? #6 the handcuffed in a cabin one or forced proximity? yeah, yeah, all that. I am not a trash possum...lol

So this is nothing at all like the prompt but I asked the trash possum that did not send me this if it was ok they said yes lol.


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The infuriating scent of one particular omega was following Nigel around.

He smelled it every damn morning in the gas station where he bought his cigarettes, even sometimes late at night when no one in their right fucking mind should be coming out especially an unmated omega.

Also in the park where he watched the stars nearly every evening after getting off from the bar, forcing himself not to wander the entire park for the fourth time trying to find the source.

The worst of it was that he was almost certain the smell was coming from someone who lived in his building, but he’d never smelled this omega before and when he asked got cagey looks from most of the other tenants.

“Fuck, it’s not like I’m going to maul him. Just please tell me who…”

Mrs. Gronch poked him in the chest for the fourth time that week, stepping up into his space, “You leave him alone! He’s a good boy!”

So Nigel was resigned to smelling his elusive omega and jerking off to memories of the scent more often than he even went out to fuck a real omega. His hormones were in a fucking frenzy, he once found the scent particularly strong at the supermarket aisle near the macaroni and cheese, grabbing boxes and sniffing them like an animal till the manager told him to leave.

He ate macaroni for a fucking week straight till his senses were right again.

This went on for nearly fourteen weeks before the omega made his appearance, but before that he stopped being anywhere at all.

Nigel went through a withdrawal the likes of which he’d never known, scouring a fourteen block radius and going to the omega’s favorite places ripping apart bushes in the park after he found an old bottle that still smelled fairly of his omega and taking it home to sleep beside.

Oh he was fairly certain now that the omega was his.

The research he’d done about this proved that, natural scent and true mates. Nigel was the proud half of a true mated pair, which was cause for celebration according to Darko who ignored the gaunt look of his cheeks and the shaking.

He went a week without his omega’s scent until one morning he woke to a shirt hanging off the back of his doorknob.

Nigel whimpered and held the shirt to his face all damn day, tearing up at the scent and moaning as he clutched.

He didn’t realize there was something in the shirt pocket until it fell on the floor a little after midnight, a piece of a paper with a phone number.

Nigel grabbed his cell off the bedside table quickly, his hands shaking as he dialed and waited for an answer.

“It’s very late.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes before letting out a breath. “Darling, I don’t give a fuck what time it is.”

A pause.

“Mrs. Gronch says you’re upsetting to look at and she thinks you’re a bad alpha.”

Nigel sneers, “That fucking…”

“You swear a lot.”

He bites his tongue, the idea that some goddamn old woman would even be able to ruin this for him making him tense.

“My father doesn’t want me to meet you, but I told him that we’re true mates so he’s kind of impressed that you’ve held out for so long.”

Nigel relaxes, chuckling. “Is he? Your alpha.”

“My father isn’t an alpha, he’s a beta. I work from home, so I’ve never met many alphas who weren’t strangers, but I’ve seen you.”

Nigel can feel his body relaxing at the sound of his omega’s voice, the approval mixed in with a natural soothing tone making him sleepy. “Darling, I’m fading.”

The omega pauses. “Soothing?”

“Yes.”

Another pause. “I’d like to see that. What does it feel like?”

Nigel can barely keep his eyes open as he mumbles, “Falling into a warm bath, listening to my favorite song in all the goddamn world.”

“My name is Adam,” the omega sighs, “Adam Raki.”

“Nigel,” he can barely get out before he falls.

When Nigel wakes up he feels better than he has in weeks, hurrying to the door and down the stairs to stare at the names beside the buzzers.

Raki is written in neat block letters for 312, and he rushes up two extra flights from his own place to knock on his omega’s door. The minute it’s opened and he sees Adam Raki for the first time, smells him close, and hears, “Nigel,” he does the strangest damn thing.

He faints, falls right over into a heap, and minutes later he’s woken by Adam scenting his neck. They’re in a bed, Adam’s bed, and he can feel his cock full and rock hard as Adam writhes against him.

“Darling…”

Adam lifts his head, his pupils blown, mouth wet, and Nigel groans when he smells slick in the air.

“Alpha.”

Old man Raki comes home three hours later to his son pink cheeked and fully sated, Nigel grinding against his bare ass to spill and forcing himself not to give the mating bite to someone he’s only just met.

He’s barely able to stop himself from biting before he comes, howling as Adam pulls him into a kiss and the door closes with a slam just as Nigel shakes as he spills against Adam’s hole.

For almost a year Michael Raki won’t even let him back into their apartment, but who the fuck cares?

Adam prefers his place before long anyway.

anonymous asked:

What do you think makes the caryl relationship NON platonic?

Non platonic? Okay *cracks knuckles*. Here we go.

Okay so I suppose I’ll add something first. Daryl is not a touchy feely person. So for him any sort of physical contact is something to be noted. Carol is the only one he has given a massage to, Carol is the only one to have kissed him (twice might I add) and they’ve shared numerous hugs.

Unfortunately the show being written the way it’s written it leaves very little time for our two love birds to actually blossom. One of them is always either gone or is going through a state of emotional hurting (making it very hard for anything other than comfort and non platonic shows of affection appropriate). Also any scenes we do get where there is a chance for progression is more than often rudely interrupted (you’ll see what I mean as I go though).

We’ll start with the biggest contender in the mix, (and one of my favourite Caryl scenes may I add) the season three bus scene.

Originally posted by blondsecrets

The idea of a platonic relationship does not involve making jokes about ‘screwing around’ nor does it about ‘going down first’ either. That moment in the gif above where Carol glances back at Daryl and his eyes flicker up from what he’s doing to meet hers and his movements stop, well, (and take this as you will) I feel like Daryl stopped because he realised how sexually under toned what he was doing was. Both of them obviously feeling the same hence Carol’s sexual jokes.

Moving swiftly on.

This scene below. A whole massive, shit load of feels for this whole episode, but this moment in particular. Had this scene been allowed to play out, not only do I think there would have been more room for Carol to actually vent her emotions, but I think something else could have progressed. I was rather content to watch them on a bed together for however long they would have chose to stay there. The fact that Daryl is even comfortable laying on a bed next to Carol is a notable point, he breaks so many of his no contact, no affection rules with her and honest to god I feel like they just need time to initiate that (season 8 I’m looking at you).

Originally posted by gracefull-mess

Okay just imagine, they were allowed just 30 more seconds of lying there, heads gradually turn towards each other, Daryl’s hooded eyes glancing between her eyes and her mouth, Carol knowing what he was asking without him having to say a word and BAM…but of course, interruptions are key and happiness is not allowed for my babies.

Originally posted by vskultetyova11

So this moment above is my all time Caryl fav and if Rick the Prick hadn’t been lurking to cockblock I honestly believe that this moment would have progressed to a kiss. I mean he goddamn fucking nuzzles her! Her hands cradle his face, all she had to do was pull him forward. I spent the whole of this scene anticipating a kiss, I feel like this was a moment just waiting to happen. But of course it was ruined.

Originally posted by alwaysthequietones

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. I feel like the first hug was more full of hurt, relief and unresolved tension. But this one? Do not tell me this was not full of pure romance, I wish he hadn’t had to leave. Again this was left with so much potential to open up that physical side of their relationship that is yet to be uncovered but is so clearly there. This goes past just platonic for me, for me I feel like there is something more that they want to establish, just never the right time or situation.

Bonus content - Eye fucks for daysss (no one looks at someone like that and does not want to bed them, end of):

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Thank you for your ask.

xox

Underestimation & Overcompensation

so this is less of a one shot and more of an imagine - am I using the terminology correctly? it’s informal and while there’s dialogue and shiz I also added in other thoughts that I normally wouldn’t.

important part is that it’s Reid x reader smut ft. Spence with an overstimulation kink. enjoy. also, enjoy this beautiful photo of mgg’s hands that I cry about on the daily


Okay so imagine being Spencer’s girlfriend and he fuckin loves sex with you. You’re always at each other’s houses and even though he definitely loves you for who you are, he’s also fucking horny and always thinking about your body, which he’s always telling you is smoking.

One day he gets back from a case particularly early, so when he texts you to say he’s coming straight to your place, you expect him to be in a good mood after catching a killer so quickly. But when he shows up, he storms in and is all pissy, throwing his coat and shoes off by the door. So you get up to hug him and try to calm him down, but when you get in his space he fucking gROANS and pushes you up against the nearest wall. Your head is spinning and he’s suddenly sucking on and kissing your neck like his life depends on it.

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