also what is he even wearing on his head

time for my messy unwanted unpopular opinion (again..!)

  • im sorry to say this but the reason half of you are so angry and disappointed all the time is that you take things so…personally. you think you are louis and what you believe his team is doing to him is actually happening to you? like, yall act like louis’ team is purposefully doing “bad” things just to spite YOU personally. i read shit like “i wanna stop supporting/promoting because whats the point his team doesnt want it blah blah blah”. all im gonna say is no need to be so dramatic no one is forcing you to stream in the first place but also stop being obsessed with his team…? you claim to love louis but then wanna ‘punish him’ because of his team lmao…makes no sense.
  • ppl complaining the promo is bad have literally not been there for niall’s promo but im not surprised because yall only pretend to like him anyway but if you paid attention you would realize louis had better promo than him and the reason why niall is so high now is because most songs take time to build up in the charts. SH debuted at #52 in the US. now its #19.
  • you have literally no consideration for what louis wants. you automatically assume that if what is happening is not what YOU want, then louis also doesn’t want it. you think he wastes his time in small radio stations? well maybe louis just likes meeting his fans from all over the country instead of always staying in london and seeing the same goddamn stalkers. newsflash: you are not louis. you dont get to decide whats good for him and what isnt, you also can’t get in his head to figure out what he wants.
  • you constantly project your stereotypes and bias on louis to shit on his own style. getting mad at his haircut - do you even hear yourself? being mad that what he wears looks “cheap” or “chavy” when all of his clothes are totally unaffordable (at least for me) and he fucking likes it. hes also being paid for promoting these designers so i really dont think hes crying at home. 
  • some of you dont wanna admit it but you hate it because you dont think he looks “stereotypically gay” the way harry does with his bright clothes. you think his clothes makes him look too “straight” and “masculine” and for you its incompatible with your belief that hes gay because gay people cant be masculine apparently. there’s also the fact that not liking a style personally (it’s ok we all have tastes) doesn’t make it objectively bad. you not liking it doesnt mean no one can like it.
  • another portion of you are just deadass angry because he’s (still) closeted and it appears some of you have inherent disgust for that and im not gonna elaborate on how that’s fucked up and none of your business.
  • i hate when he mentions his gf and his kid as much as everyone else but to act like its bad promo is just wrong. everyone else loves it and it makes him relatable even if its lies 80% of the time. just look at liam. so stop projecting, again, your own feelings into the state of his promo. 
  • again its just the FIRST WEEK of promo its not a disaster if he hasnt been on any TV appearance or done any performance. on the contrary, when all appearances are in the same week, the song DROPS after that because there is no more promo. that’s what all of 1d’s songs ever were: best charts the first week (first 2 days, really) then significant drop.

tl;dr relax a bit, and remind yourself at the end of the day this isnt your life its not happening to YOU and the world isnt ending. bye.

Pentagon Reaction to you usually being cute but having a sexy performance on stage

A/N: I'm sorry if this is not good I hope you like and the request are still open srry for the delay also                                                                                  **************************************************************************************

Hui: Tbh he was busy judging your singing to notice your performance       Backstage after your performance: *lecturing you about your singing*

Hui: Hey y/n you did a great job out but during your solo you were a little off key, so I am going to coach from now on.

You: *thinking back to the last time he tried to coach you and the huge fight you got into and stop talking to each other for like a month*                  “you know I think it would be best if I do this myself it could help me grow as a singer” 

You make up some random excuse so you guys don't have to go through that again.

Originally posted by jniho

Jinho: Hein be would be giggling and laughing because he felt awkward, he had never seen this side of you before.

Kino: You’re really enjoying the performance, huh? *weird look*

Jinho: No this is just weird; do you think it’s weird? 

Originally posted by definitelythis

Hongseok: He would just be really confused

“She was doing agyeo like 2 minutes ago,. Does she have a split personality?” 

Originally posted by madtwn

Shinwon: He is actually enjoying the performance and he is happy to see a different side of you. He’s is also happy that you are comfortable with the concept and you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Originally posted by won-an

Yanan: *gif* he is just so cute ahhhhhhhhh!

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One: He would just be questioning everything and he doesn't get how he never saw how sexy you are.

*in his head* “What is happening? What is she wearing? has she always been this sexy and I've never noticed? Am I not a good boyfriend? What is life even?”

Originally posted by neweraidols

Yuto: Honestly he did realize it was you up there until tour solo came on and he recognized your voice.

Originally posted by jjaebs

E’Dawn: Like Hongseok he would be really confused.

E’Dawn: *babbling to himself* “Why is she like this? She was just making me look at cat videos with her. Now I feel like I am watching one of Hyuna subnae’s performances.”

Originally posted by 94dawn

Wooseok: Y/N are you gonna dress like that all the time now. Well, I already intimidate a lot of guys with my height so you could if you want to but I want the old y/n back.

to say the least you would have to spend the next hour explain that this was just a concept and you were really changing.

Originally posted by woozeok

Kino: Dancing along to your performance and actually really enjoying it.

“That's my girl!”

Originally posted by j-1-n-h-0

Need some help? ♡ Grayson (smut)

Summary: You catch Grayson playing with himself in the bedroom and as the nice girlfriend you are, you decide to offer some help…

Word count: 1.590

A/N: Okay, so at first I didn’t really know how to write this because it’s not something I would normally write, but I just sat down and started and this is how it turned out. Fair warning that this is hardcore smut ;) I hope you enjoy and if you did, please leave some feedback or a request! Xx


You open your eyes and blink them a few times to let your eyes adjust. For a brief moment you wonder where you are. You lift your head up to look around, but still feel a bit disorientated. When you look out of the windows there was nothing but darkness and you knew it had to be late at night.

It takes a second before you realize you found yourself in the living room and you had fallen asleep on the couch, a few hours after you had sit down with a bag of crips.

It was completely dark in the room, except for the tv screen; a stupid toothpaste commercial was on and the bright light of the screen was spreading a spooky light through the room.

You go sit straight up, placing the bag of crips - which was almost empty - beside you. ‘Gray?’ You call for your boyfriend, your voice sleepy. No answer. ‘Grayson?’ Nope, he wasn’t here. The only sound you were hearing was your own breathing and the annoying happy voices coming from the tv.

Your boyfriend wasn’t laying beside you, either. Maybe he had gone upstairs, or maybe he was in the bathroom, both could be possible. After a quick glance on the clock you decide it really was time to go to bed. Grayson was probably there as well.

With a deep yawn you turn the television off and drag yourself off the couch. With laboured and slow steps you find your way to the stairs.

As you are walking up the stairs you hear quiet noises coming from the first floor. You hold your step and listen closely, trying to hear what was happening upstairs.

At first you can’t understand what you hear, but after a few seconds you realize the noises you were observing came from Grayson. He was in your bedroom, panting.

As the innocent girl that you are, you thought nothing of it. He was probably just working out. ‘Late night workout sesh’; wasn’t that one of his most used snapchat captions?

Almost unable to keep your eyes open you continue your way to the bedroom. As you come closer to the bedroom, Grayson’s moans get louder and louder.

Just when you decide you were going to say he could finish his workout tommorow, you hear Grayson say something. Your hand, which was about to open the door, freezes and you leave it hanging in the air.

‘Ah, Y/N… Yes…

Your heart skips a beat and suddenly you are unable to move. Oh my God. Was he… jerking off? The moment you realize what he was doing you don’t know what to do with yourself. You just stand there in complete darkness, processing the fact your boyfriend was pleasing himself on the other side of the door.

Should you go back and wait until he… was finished? Or should you go inside? You were completely wide awake now. A feeling of nervousness overwhelms you as Grayson continues his deed, still calling your name softly.

Apart from the fact you were starting to get a bit nervous, you can’t ignore another feeling that was developing in your stomach; you were starting to get turned on. Of course, catching a boy jerking off at the thought of his girlfriend was maybe a bit weird, but it was also incredibly hot.

He was pleasing himself at the thought of you… Come on, something about it was just exciting. You don’t even know when you had decided what you were going to do next, maybe it was unconsciously, but suddenly you had a plan. And before you could change your mind, you open the door.

You peek your head around the corner and a quiet giggle escapes your mouth. 'Having fun without me?’ The first thing you see is Grayson on the bed, one hand around his hardness and his other one holding his phone. His hair was messy and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

His eyes grow wide when he notices you. 'Fuck,’ he says under his breath and quickly tries to hide his phone, but he wasn’t quick enough; you could see he was getting off to a picture of you in a bikini.

It was one he had taken when you visited waterfalls in Hawaii on your vacation together. You could remember that moment as if it was yesterday, and also the way he was praising you and telling you how extremely beautiful you looked on that sunny day.

'Y/N! I-I was just,’ he stutters, pulling up his pants and running a hand through his hair. 'It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry.’ You smile sweetly and walk up to the bed. The christmas lights on the wall were on, which caused that the room had a very cosy and romantic atmosphere.

Grayson’s flushed face softens and he exhales deeply. You go sit on the left side of the bed, your head turned to look at Grayson’s face. His cheeks were red and he still looked a little uncomfortable. 'You need some help?’ You ask innocently, your voice not more than a whisper.

Grayson blinks his eyes like he hadn’t heard it right. 'What? Are you being serious?’ You nod, licking your lips seductively. 'Yes, baby. You’re always the one that pleases me and I think it’s your turn now. I… I want to make you feel good.’

And it was true. Grayson was always the one who got down on you, completely ignoring his own needs. And it wasn’t because he thought you couldn’t do it for him, definitely not. He was just an amazing boyfriend and wanted to make you feel good as much as he could. And he also knew you weren’t very good at doing it yourself.

One night, after you had reached your climax and Grayson went laying down beside you, he even admitted he sometimes got off at the sight of you coming undone.

Grayson’s eyes get darker and he nods slowly. 'Okay…’ you respond and climb onto his lap. He licked his lips as he watched you taking off your shirt. The look in his eyes made clear he was aroused again already.

You lean in for a quick kiss before you got to work. You couldn’t actually believe you were doing this; you had no experience whatsoever, so just did what you thought would feel nice. He gasped when you pulled down his shorts, not taking your eyes off your petite hands.

You look deep into his eyes as you run your fingers up and down his cock, teasing him like he always teased you. 'Y/N…’ he warns you, but you only smile in amusement. 'Patience, baby boy. Patience.’

You close your fingers around his member and Grayson frowns his eyebrows. 'Ah…’ You could tell by the look on his face he was having trouble keeping his face straight. You couldn’t help but giggle quietly.

What an amazing feeling it was to have so much control over him. You could do everything you want with Grayson now, including him begging for you. A flue of self-confidence hit you all of a sudden and by the way he was looking at you you could tell he knew you were the one in charge now.

You continue your movements and run your hand faster and faster up and down his cock, softly massaging it at the same time. When you squeeze his package softly, Grayson grunts approvingly and close his eyes. ’D-Don’t stop. Please,’ he cried out.

You bend down and kiss his tip, causing him to moan loudly. You close your lips around the head and let your tongue do the work. 'Fuck… Yes.’ He was struggling to look at you, his head throwed back every now and then.

You suck his tip gently while looking him in his eyes, because you knew he would found that sexy. Grayson tangles his hands into your hair and starts to thrust against your mouth. You moan hard against his cock and Grayson’s thighs tremble. He could feel your moan all the way through his body.

You grin and get up to kiss his lips, your hand going back to his hard member again. He tried to deepen the kiss by parting your lips with his tongue, but you pull back. You had to focus on what you were doing; you were determined to make him come. Hard.

He was biting his lower lip now, his hands desperately gripping the bed sheets. 'I-I’m close,’ he whimpers. You kiss his lips again but he isn’t able to kiss you back like the amazing way he always did, too busy comprehending what was happening down there.

As Grayson got closer to his release you pump faster and faster, receiving encouraging groans from your boyfriend from time to time. You stroke your thumb over his head when he starts spilling all over your fingers, his hard member twitching in your firm grasp.

'Oh… Shit, Y/N.’ You don’t stop until he completely had come down while you watch him with an triumphant smile. You couldn’t ignore the satisfied feeling you had. Never in the two years you were dating Grayson you were the reason he got an orgasm, and it really boosted your self-confidence.

After a minute he sighs and looks at you, tucking a hair behind your ear. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. When you both are out of breath he pulls back, looking at you with a loving smile which made your heart grow bigger.

'Now let daddy take care of you.’

the talon!mccree au

*sweats* ok i know it’s been like six months but have some mchanzo

  • in this universe, talon catches mccree before overwatch does, and genji does not rebel from the shimadas. hanzo joins overwatch of his own volition, allowing genji to take over the clan. genji meets a boy who becomes his advisor, and then his lover. he and zenyatta are married four years later, at the same time the shimada clan’s activity becomes completely peaceful. the old shimadas protest, but they do not rebel, wary of hanzo’s wrath.
  • hanzo becomes one of overwatch’s top agents. he is sent to france for a mission, where he meets the socialite ballerina amelie lacroix. they become close friends, fuelled by a mutual love of sarcasm
  • when talon takes amelie, hanzo is frantic with worry. she returns, and he is the only one who sees that she is not unscathed. when gerard is murdered, he is saddened but unsurprised.
  • overwatch sends him on the hunt for her the next day, accompanied by lena ‘tracer’ oxton, the pesky brat of a speedster.
  • (they have a few conversations beyond the battlefield banter, fuelled by liquor and the darkness that lurks behind their eyes. ‘i loved her’, she admits, one midnight, and then she hides her tears in hanzo’s robe.)
  • unfortunately, talon has an interest in keeping widowmaker. they send out one of their best agents, a cowboy with a stupid belt buckle and a stupid hat and a stupidly pretty face who likes to do distracting things during fights.
  • like flirt.
  • tracer and hanzo are following a tip to a talon base when there’s a gunshot nearby. they trade glances, and then tracer darts down the edge of a building and disappears into the street below
  • hanzo pulls an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in a practiced motion, scanning the surrounding area. he waits.
  • suddenly, a rush of hot breath brushes his ear
  • ‘hey, pretty boy.’
  • hanzo flushes and spins, releasing an arrow.
  • if it’s a little skewed, it’s because of the wind. nothing to do with the red painted across hanzo’s cheeks.
  • hanzo curses and reaches for another arrow
  • abruptly, there’s a tug on his ponytail. he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, and it falls nearly to the small of his back. he whirls, and comes nose-to-nose with the cowboy.
  • he goes even redder, which is not helped by the cowboy stepping closer.
  • back to play so soon, hanzo?’
  • he winks. hanzo nearly falls off the edge of the roof.
  • ‘i-uh-’ and his breath stutters in his throat. the cowboy looks at him with that infernal grin on his face.
  • suddenly, mccree’s com buzzes. hanzo’s close enough to hear it. he’s frozen, and it’s not as if the cowboy’s doing anything to increase the distance between them (and his eyes are really quite pretty up close, and also he has freckles. which should not be cute.)
  • ‘hiya, reapy,’ mccree chirps.
  • ‘where are you?’ a pause. ‘and don’t call me that.’
  • ‘i’m, uh, doin’ something,’ mccree says eventually.
  • hanzo isn’t moving. why isn’t he moving this is someone who has tried to kill him many times in the past why isn’t he nocking an arrow right now he’s going to die because he was distracted by a pretty boy
  • there’s a derisive snort from over the line. ‘are you with that boy you keep obsessing over? the one you keep gushing over?’
  • mccree turns scarlet. ‘um-’
  • ‘what was his name? oh yeah. the shimada. hanzo, right?’
  • hanzo’s eyes go wide. ‘you-’
  • ‘sorry, reaps, i’m losing ya-’ he clicks off the com.
  • ‘you- i- gushing- wha?’
  • it’s not hanzo’s most eloquent moment, but it’s excusable.
  • ‘i, um-’ the cowboy scratches the back of his neck, steadfastly refusing to meet hanzo’s astonished gaze. ‘i mighta, kinda- well, i reckon i should say this-’
  • there’s another gunshot in the distance, and they jump apart like teenagers caught making out.
  • ‘i-uh-that’s my cue to-’ mccree starts helplessly
  • ‘yes, i’ll just-’
  • hanzo does an awkward backwards shuffle and disappears over the edge
  • and then mccree hurls himself off the roof.
  • he lands on his feet like a cat, one hand securing his hat to his head, only to see reaper gliding out of the nearest building. he’s wearing a shit-eating grin. (you can’t tell, because he’s a wraith and also he’s wearing the stupid mask, but it’s there.)
  • ‘just a little crush, my ass.’
  • mccree blows out a sigh. of course. ‘papá!’
  • ‘i told you,’ he says smugly. ‘you-’ and he jabs a finger into jesse’s chest- ‘are-’ jab- ‘weak-’ for- ‘pretty-’ jab- ‘boys.’ and he jabs mccree into a wall.
  • ‘i didn’t even- what-’
  • ‘don’t deny it! you like him.’
  • ‘papá!’
  • ‘you want to kiss him, eh?’ at mccree’s fierce blush, he snickers. ‘hopeless. such a loser.’
  • ‘says the guy who can’t even ask out a man he’s known for years.’ mccree shoots back.
  • it’s gabe’s turn to splutter. ‘you- pendejo- morrison and i are a different situation!’
  • ‘different situation. yada yada.’
  • ‘okay,’ gabe says, regaining his composure. ‘here’s the deal. you ask this shimada character out on a date and i’ll talk to morrison.’
  • ‘aww, papá! ya can’t do that!’
  • gabe smirks, folding his arms. ‘why?’
  • ‘ya know i just want y’all to be happy! why you gotta do this?’
  • ‘so you finally get some courage. go talk to the loser. ya have my blessing or whatever.’
  • mccree grins up at him. gabe wraps an arm around his shoulders and rubs his knuckles against his head.
  • ‘alright, papá!’ and he races off, holding onto his hat.
  • gabe watches after him with a fond expression. there’s a snicker from over his shoulder, and he whips around.
  • ‘shh, you.’
  • ‘so you do have feelings,’ sombra drawls, stepping out of the shadows. ‘never woulda thought it, papá.’
  • he messes up her hair with a hand. she yelps and darts away, frantically adjusting her hair.
  • ‘shut your damn mouth.’
  • mccree finds hanzo in the building where he and tracer are cooped up. he crawls through the window and finds himself face to face with the barrel of a sparking blue-orange gun.
  • ‘hey, mate,’ lena says, with a terrifying grin. ‘ya mind?’
  • ‘um, well, i really do-’
  • ‘who’s that?’ comes a call, and hanzo rounds the corner, bow at the ready. he freezes when he sees mccree.
  • ‘uh- hi.’ mccree fiddles with his hat. ‘i was wonderin’ if i could talk to you. an’ i ain’t comin’ from talon. just me. and you.’
  • hanzo stares at him for a moment, before slowly lowering his bow. tracer takes her cue, and disappears, winking at hanzo.
  • ‘so, uh, about earlier-’
  • ‘yes, we should discuss that-’
  • ‘of course.’ mccree shifts from side to side. ‘we should talk.’
  • hanzo looks at him. ‘should i-’
  • ‘yes. please. go ahead.’
  • ‘we should definitely talk,’ hanzo says. mccree steps a little closer, smiling.
  • he gets a little rush of courage at hanzo’s blush. ‘then again,’ he murmurs, ‘maybe i should just show you.’
  • and then he leans in and kisses him.
  • hanzo makes a muffled noise that sounds oddly like ‘oh my god,’ and then he drops his bow and pulls jesse in, one hand sliding to the back of his neck.
  • when they part, both of them are blushing, with matching wide grins.
  • ‘so, uh-’ jesse starts. ‘you wanna go get coffee?’
  • hanzo laughs. ‘i’d love to.’
  • and then he kisses him again.
  • jesse posts a picture of him and hanzo to the official talon instagram. hanzo’s mouth is pressed to his cheek, and both of them are holding non-fat venti chai lattes. it’s captioned ‘i guess this time we do play on the same team.’
  • gabe (@death) comments with ‘u better not hurt my boy shimada #happyforyou’. the official overwatch instagram likes it. genji comments with 24 winky face emojis. when talon tries to take it down, sombra just takes control of all their social media.
  • when talon sends mccree into the field, he just ignores his mission objective and goes to get coffee with hanzo. gabe complains about being sent to do the dirty work that mccree neglects.
  • he and jack do work it out, by the way.
  • mccree makes friends with hanzo’s dragons. one of them likes to perch on his shoulder and rest its head on his hat. sombra takes pictures and sends them to gabriel. gabriel has them all saved to his family folder. when widowmaker is released into the field, she gets them too, and she teases hanzo mercilessly.
  • ‘into a cowboy? le perdant.’
  • ‘fuck off,’ hanzo says cheerfully, texting jesse a kissy face emoji. ‘you’re into a girl that unironically says ‘the cavalry’s here’ everytime she shows up to a battlefield.’
  • ‘wha- i don’t- i don’t even have feelings.’ she huffs, and disappears off the edge of the roof.
  • mccree ambles along a few moments later, and sits down next to hanzo.
  • ‘i believe i was promised a kiss,’ he says. hanzo grins and kisses him.
  • they get married a few years later. the entirety of overwatch gathers, and widowmaker and sombra are the groomsmaids. genji and zenyatta arrive, and hanzo’s father walks him down the aisle. 
  • they recite their vows, and as gabe finishes reading off the ceremony script, jesse places his hat onto hanzo’s head and pulls him in for a long kiss. amelie releases the doves, and they break apart, laughing, at her grumpy expression. they shove cake in each others’ faces and take their first dance and kiss each other for the wedding photos
  • and in the end, it all works out just fine.

anonymous asked:

can u talk about phil's pressure to be traditionally masc + his attitude towards dan's androgyny

Before I even answer, if you haven’t seen oqua’s Phil+gender roles compilation you should probably watch that first: (link)

Phil loves his parents. He makes it a priority to visit them regularly. He quotes his mother constantly, judges things by her standards. It’s very obvious that he as a person has been shaped hugely by his love for family - and his concept of what is right or wrong, normal or not normal, allowed or not allowed, are similarly shaped by them. The compilation above is not even two minutes but it drives home a lot of things that were normalized to Phil growing up. Boys don’t do girly things; boys don’t color their hair; boys use tools and fix things; boys don’t wear girl bonnets; boys don’t have coin purses; even toddlers picking up a girl’s hat in a store is embarrassing enough to be a story that makes him cover his face and blush over twenty years later.  

If he’d had less of a loving home, and less supportive and encouraging parents, Phil not fitting into what he was obviously coached from birth to be what boys are supposed to be might have caused resentment or been more of an outwardly toxic environment. But because Phil did actually have supportive, loving parents he seems to have grown up with these things being reinforced constantly and just relating himself to being a disappointment for not living up to them, and still on some level aspiring to be those things, or subconsciously putting distance between himself and the possibility of doing some things that he might in his mind know that are the exact sorts of things his family would have mocked or disapproved of in someone else as he was growing up.

Which is why I think Phil finds it a lot easier to encourage Dan to do/express some of the things Phil might like to, but is prevented by doing from that kind of anxiety. Even outside of the family influence growing up, I think Phil’s brand of anxiety does play a part in it. This is one of those areas where I perceive them as similar but also quite different: Dan battles with things in his own head, Phil battles with the kind of impression he’s making on others. Dan can wear what he wants and as long as he’s living up to what he expects of himself, he can find confidence in that. I think Phil is quite the opposite, he toes a much safer line when it comes to people’s opinion of him and that kind of attitude inspires repression. (There’s a chance that Phil’s repression also hindered Dan a little, but Dan seems to have had the opposite upbringing as Phil in this regard - he had a grandmother who encouraged him to do sing-a-longs to Barbie Girl, a dad who seemed nothing but fondly amused at Dan announcing his name was Lara, etc. He struggles with many things, but making his own mind up about what he’s comfortable with and charging ahead no matter if it makes people talk is not one of them.)

Essentially: Phil is uncomfortable when people around him are uncomfortable. If he grew up with his parents/family being uncomfortable with overly feminized men (his grandad saying boys shouldn’t dye their hair) or even just treating them with humor (toddler Phil wearing a bonnet being the ‘most embarrassing memory’ his mother could come up with) or as something not to be taken seriously, that would have had a massive impact on his self-perception and comfort with being less than masculine. I think even as he’s coming to internal realizations about what could/should be allowed for guys to do, it’s going to be extremely difficult for him to apply that kind of ease to himself and there’s a decent chance he just never completely will. 

Tyler Seguin

Inspired by Tyler’s insta story yesterday, I got a request of “I need a tyler seguin imagine based on his insta story where he’s inured and its super cute and maybe he tries to have sex and his injury gets in the way pls and thx i love you”

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Warning: Explicit content and swearing

Word Count 2780


“Come love me!”               

  I glance up from my book, shielding my eyes from the bright sun and spy Tyler sprawled out in the grass with Marshall and Cash.  Both dogs are heavily interested in their own toys and pay their dad no attention whatsoever.

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Hey guys! This is starts out sorta smutty, and ends a bit smutty too? But the middle is sorta fluffy? Tom learns what the reader’s favorite romantic film of all time is, and he’s very intrigued. (I promise it isn’t 50 shades lmao)

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    Tom couldn’t stop looking at her. She wasn’t doing anything special. In fact, she was reading, which is something that she did quite often, but tonight, Tom couldn’t bare it. He’d been riled up since breakfast when someone had asked her what her favorite romantic film of all time was and she, without thinking, responded, “‘Secretary’.”

    There a pause around the table, clearly indicating that nobody had heard of it before, and she quickly tried to take it back, a venomous blush spreading across the length of her cheekbones. “Shoot, I meant something else! I meant to say ‘Moonrise Kingdom.’”

    Tom opened and shut his mouth, beginning to ask what her first choice was about when her friend across the table beat him to it.

    “Oh my god! Oh my god! Look at the cover art!” She flashed her phone screen to the numerous eyes of their friends, who all crowded around, ardently lurching from their chairs. Tom removed his hand from the back of her chair to grasp her friend’s phone and his mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’.

    The film’s poster was red, green and grey and depicted a woman with her arms pinned over her head by some type of contraption, and bent over a desk. A man stood behind her, seemingly prepared to either, spank her, or to take her exceedingly roughly from behind.  Either way, Tom found it painfully titillating.

    He could imagine her spread out, just like that, for him. Fuck, he could imagine her bending over right here for him. To take her, all he’d have to do is shift the short material of her skirt up over her bum and slide her panties to the side and unzip his jeans.

    Tom cursed himself for inviting their friends to breakfast. They could’ve had a go in the bathroom, but instead, Tom would need to pretend to be utterly enticed by his pancakes.

    She, on the other hand, after finally realizing what was being shown of the phone’s screen, covered her face with her hands and tried to giggle away her embarrassment. Shoving her coffee mug to her lips, she took a desperate drink and immediately tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

    “But, but, you’re so innocent? You asked me how to put on a garter belt not even two days ago? How can you be into this when you don’t even know how to put on lingerie?!?!” Her friend questioned, clearly not keen on dropping the subject anytime soon.

    Finally, he decided to step in, being the doting boyfriend he was, Tom brought up a funny story about the time he’d walked in on a couple going at it at a party. ‘Secretary’ was forgotten by their friends and Tom decided to not tease her about the film until later, when they were alone.

    He tucked her underneath his arm and kissed her temple as the conversation went back to normal, ignoring the urge to trail his kisses down her neck and his fingers up her skirt. When the clock neared 9:30, she leaned into him and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth and grabbed her schoolbag.

    “Will you pick me up at 5?” She asked him, peering up at him through her lashes.

    Tom wanted to respond, but all he could focus on was the lingering taste of her vanilla lipgloss smeared across the corner of his mouth. He thought of all the other places he’d like her glossy lips.

    “Go back to bed, you seem sleepy. I’ll see you later.” She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a proper kiss and turned around and left.

    “Love you!” Tom called after her and she waved, laughing as Tom began to blow her kisses.

    “Holy fuck,” Tom mumbled and raked a hand through his hair. A strawberry was thrown at him as his friends began to taunt him about his sex life. Shaking his head and shooting profanity their way, goodbyes were shared round the table and everyone left to carry on with their day.

    Tom’s day included laying around the house, anxiously awaiting 5 o'clock and trying to distract himself from the thought of her leaned over a desk, with her thighs open for him.

Flicking on the T.V., he decided that he may as well order ‘Secretary’ on demand, seeing as it was all he was able to coherently think about.

About two hours later, Tom was too turned on to function. The film was hot. When he thought about her watching it, he just became even more bothered. The female lead liked to be spanked, tied up and came on. When Tom thought about it, so did his girlfriend.

When Tom would playfully slap her ass and jokingly demand that she complete some random task, she’d always obediently nod her head and follow his directions. Tom also noted that she liked being told what to do in bed, and she liked it even more when he was in control. Her moans always seem louder when he pinned her hands down while he touched her.

Now, she was home, her classes of the day having finished around an hour and a half ago. She was spread across the couch, laying on her stomach, wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts and bobby socks. Tom could tell  that she’d tossed her bra the second she had gotten home.

He plopped down next to her and lifted her legs into his lap. They were smooth and soft as he ran his fingers up and down the back of her calf.

“Whatcha reading,” Tom questioned, shamelessly staring at her bum.

Not even turning her head, she replied, “it’s a play by Patrick Marber called ‘Closer.’”

“Is it any good?” Tom asked, slowly moving his hands further up her legs.

“Want me to read it to you?” She said, “I can start from the beginning.”

“No,” Tom whined, “pay attention to me, I’ve missed you all day.”

Rolling onto her side, she propped her head up on an elbow, “Have you now? Just seems like you’re horny.”

Tom snorted and pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. “How could I not be baby? Teased me all fucking day with that stupid film. Couldn’t get it out of my head all day.”

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” She whimpered, hiding her face in the crook of Tom’s neck. “I promise that I’m not a deranged weirdo, I-”

“Darling, no! How could I think that? You’ve just never told me that you wanted anything like that. I was just surprised.” Tom said, brushing her hair away from her neck to kiss it lovingly. “I adore you, always and forever. I could never think that you’re deranged, you’re much too intelligent, love.”

She stayed silent, but raised her head to give the corner of Tom’s jaw a kiss.

“You know that if you want that, you can say so. All we need to do is figure out a safe word, don’t want you getting hurt.” Tom said, looking down at her.

“Wait, do you, like, want to do,” She paused shyly, “that?”

Throwing his head back, Tom laughed so loud that she could feel his chest rumble from her position, curled into the warmth of his body. “Course I do? Are you fucking kidding? Why do you think I’ve been so needy? I love you and I wanna give you what you want, so what I’m saying is, if you want me to be rougher, than ask me.”

She cocked her head to the side, “But do you? Want to do that?” She asked, fumbling with the hem of Tom’s T-shirt.

“Yes, sweetheart, badly.” Tom assured her, shifting her position on his lap so he could look her directly in the eye. “Ask me.”

“Tom,” She started, a rosy flush consuming her normal skin tone, “could you please be more dominant in bed? I’d really, really like it.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper and she pressed her face into Tom’s shoulder once again.

Seizing her waist and throwing her back onto the couch, he moved in between her parted legs. His voice was gruff and deep when he answered her, “Course, baby, all you had to do was ask.” Tom yanked the shirt of his that she had borrowed open, “if I start to hurt you, the safe word is ‘tulip’, alright? Say it back to me so I know that you’ve heard it.”

Tom’s hands curled around the bare skin of her waist as he lightly bit down on her collarbone. “Darling, tell me the word.”

Her eyelashes fluttered against her brow bone as she tried to keep her eyes open, “Tulip.” She gasped out, “Tom, please, more.”

Smirking, Tom did just that.

brightlady-lise  asked:

Head canon thing: Boromir

Headcanon A: what I think realistically

Boromir is beloved.

Boromir is the treasured first son of Gondor, who is loved in equal, fierce measure to the love he gives all of Gondor’s people. Even as rumors spread of Denethor’s becoming strange and remote; even when the hold on Osgiliath slips; Boromir is always there—Boromir who is broad and handsome and dark, whose strength is in his arms, and whose courage is a bulwark against the rising tide of the East. (Not that Faramir is not loved, but Faramir is not Boromir; he is a Prince, not the Prince.)

Boromir carries the whole of Gondor on his back, the White City a heavy crown where it sits at his temples. He wonders, biting his tongue as Lord Elrond calls Gondor lesser, mixed, fallen, declined, if he is alone in seeing it—all that stone the Steward-Princes have inherited, it is nothing, it is only smoke and Boromir’s own delusions of grandeur.

He drinks his wine too quickly, hoping to stave off the sudden stab of baseless panic. Because it is baseless—Boromir has ridden out with armies, said prayers to Mandos over dying men. He would die to keep holding the shield before him, to keep pushing back the dark with all the force of his arm, even if it is for such a burden as he carries. 

(Boromir does die of it, more’s the pity.)

Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Everyone except Boromir finds it extraordinarily funny how many maids, cook’s assistants, healers, poets, soldiers, squires, weavers, highborn ladies, lowborn ladies, and—on one notable occasion—a prince have thrown themselves at Boromir Steward-Prince of Gondor. Faramir still tells the story of going searching for borrowed greaves, and instead finding a Dol Amroth harper in Boromir’s bed. She was not wearing even a stitch of clothing, and she had thrown pillows at Faramir’s head until he fled.

Boromir, though, is deeply embarrassed and vaguely horrified by all the carrying on—he loves his father and brother, the sword, his command, and Gondor; there endeth the list. As a consequence, he has perfected the art of a gentle refusal. (Also, sitting on his bed next to a semi-naked woman, patting her hand, and calling her a “very nice girl” even as she wipes snot all over his sheets.)

Headcanon C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Faramir had felt a sudden chill, standing beside Denethor on the parapet as they watched Boromir ride out for Rivendell. Faramir had not been able to explain it—the morning sun was already too hot, the miasma of summer laid thickly over Minas Tirith. But the sweat beneath the collar of his tunic turned to ice, and he was seized by a sudden, desperate urge to run, pell-mell after his elder brother, to pull him down from his horse and bodily drag him back to the white hall, where he would be home, where he would be safe.

Beside him, his father gave a sudden shudder, as though awakening from sleep, or perhaps feeling that same cold—

But Faramir and Denethor let the moment pass, in silence.

(Faramir does not know this, but Boromir’s last thought is a half-delirious, brother, I am sorry, brother—)

Headcanon D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Listen. It would be really sad if Boromir died a tragic but ultimately redemptive heroic death, but he never died, so we don’t have to contemplate that, do we?

One Last Time, touken/tousaki fanfic

Summary: One of the many times Haise visits Touka in :re, and his last. Based on Mutsuki’s flashbacks from chapter 114. One-shot.

Rating: K+, fluff | Words: 4,362k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: I missed writing tousaki so much *cries* I’m happy with the result even if it’s not extremely relevant. This would be what Mutsuki sees in his flashback, that everyone was wondering if he just followed Kaneki or something. This could also be the last time Haise sees Touka? I’m not sure, you can decide that for yourselves. If you liked this weird thing, feedback is always appreciated! <3 enjoy. 


She takes his breath away; just having her near him is enough to make his heart flutter.

“Hi,” she says, smiling softly, greeting him with the most beautiful presence. Her eyes look kindly surprised to see him there.

She’s wearing a pigtail at the back of her head, soft stray strands of hair falling on each side of her face, one lock touching her right eye, stroking her eyelashes. She looks prettier than the last time he saw her, and seeing her with a new hairstyle is surprisingly refreshing.

Don’t say anything about her hair, don’t be an idiot, don’t s—

“Y-Your hair looks cute,” that’s the first thing he says.

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Jimin and a painful period

Jimin smiled as he walked through the door. “Y/n! I’m home!” he yelled, setting his stuff down. You didn’t answer which, to be honest, was unusual for you. You atleast called out when you were busy so he’d know where you were. 

He walked through the house, trying to find you. You weren’t in the bedroom, study, kitchen, or outside. The only other place you could be would be the restroom. He knocked on the door slightly but heard no answer. He knocked louder but still nothing. He began getting a bad feeling and open the door anyways.

There you were, on the floor in front of the toilet, seemingly passed out. Jimin rushed to your side and gentle shook you. “Y/n. Y/n, wake up. Please.” He began to worry and decided to call the guys for advice on what to do when you shifted slightly.

“Jimin?” you called weakly, looking over to him.

“I’m here baby. What’s wrong?” He shifted you around so he was against the wall and you were leaning against him. He held you close to him,kissing you every now and again  on your shoulder and neck.

“It hurts so fucking bad. I can’t make it stop.” That’s when Jimin realized exactly what was wrong. Like the caring boyfriend he was, he helped you keep track of your mounthlys so you could both be prepared. 

“I’m sorry y/n. How about I run you a nice hot bath and then we can cuddle and watch movies. Will that help?” He asked. You nodded your head and leaned against the wall why he grabbed the necessary things.He even grabbed your favorite sleep shorts and one of his hoodies, knowing that you loved wearing them. He also grabbed some pain meds and had you take some.

He began running the water as he helped you strip. You sighed as your body was submerged under the water. Typically, Jimin wouldn’t be allowed in here when you were bathing, but right now, you didn’t care. He played with your hair and sang to you as you soaked. He even helped you wash your hair too. When you were done, he helped get you dressed and carried you into the bedroom where he had everything set up.

He set you into a pile of freshly washed blankets and brought you a heating pad to use as well. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Do we have anything chocolate?”

“No, but the guys were gonna come over soon. I can ask them to get you a shake on the way.” You nodded at the suggestion. Jimin called them up then sat down beside you. “Can we still cuddle? I don’t want to hurt you even more.” You sighed and weakly pulled him to you,which he gratefully obeyed. He laid next to you with your head on his chest and him gentle rubbing your arm. 

Jimin went ahead and put on a movie. It wasn’t even done with the opening scene before you were out, snoring lightly. Jimin just looked down at you, kissed your forehead, and stayed still, letting his princess sleep.

Originally posted by 4cyphers

*I relate too much to this situation*

That nomad suit....

I was totally getting stuff done, and then the RBB Slack chat was its usual self, and this stupid thing was written…

Bucky wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, and it turned out that staring wasn’t making the situation any clearer.  Sam noticed the blank look on Bucky’s face, and the distant gaze in his eyes, and came to stand next to him.

“You still with us, killer?”  Sam asked, pulling Bucky out of his head.

“Huh?” Bucky asked, turning his head quickly toward Sam,  “Yeah, i’m just… What is he even wearing?”  

Sam looked across the yard where Steve was painting some piece of furniture, and understood Bucky’s confusion.

As far as Sam could guess, he was in the tightest black button up shirt Sam had ever seen him in, which he had apparently only been able to close the bottom two buttons of, and seemed to be trying to hold them closed with a bright yellow belt.  That was just the beginning.   

Steve was also wearing yoga pants which hid exactly nothing, and that Sam was trying not to think about and failing at horribly.  He was also wearing bright yellow rain boots that came halfway to his knees, and the yellow rubber gloves that were normally near the kitchen sink.

“Yeah…  I can’t explain that either.”  Sam finally admitted, continuing to stare alongside Bucky.

“That ass though.”  Bucky said.

“And that chest.” Sam said.

“And the way the shirt makes a perfect window for his tits,” Bucky added.

Sam could only nod.

Sam pulled out is phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Nat.

‘How hard do you think it would be to get him into one of your old cat suits’, read the accompanying caption.

Her reply was immediate.

‘5 minutes. Just tell him it’s some new super stretchy fabric Tony designed and we’re wondering how stretchy it actually is.’

We all know yoongi likes to wear oversized hoodies or sweaters, probably feeling warm and comforted by the vastness of it. But what if it was actually Namjoon’s oversized clothes that he’s been “borrowing.” Namjoon doesn’t mind though, he loves seeing yoongi wearing his oversized clothes, thinks it makes him look even smaller and more adorable (if that’s even possible.) It also means there’s more room for another body, so when yoongi is laying down, on his phone or just watching tv.

Namjoon will wiggle his way between yoongi’s legs. Lifting up his hoodie and crawl underneath it, popping his head out the top while wrapping his arms around yoongi’s waist. Yoongi doesn’t even bat an eye at this, he just asks if he’s comfortable, getting a “yup” in response. It’s not like he’s gonna object to cuddling, namjoon is a walking, talking heater. Plus, he’s not gonna deny that he loves cuddling up to Namjoon, even if his ridiculously lanky body is crushing him.

Random Thing

(No one asked for this. It just popped into my head, and then I had to write it. So here it is!)

What would the Egos wear outside of their signature outfits?

Bim—big pastel sweaters, no glasses, and ridiculous shorts (FLAMINGO SHORTS). He’d just want to be comfortable, but he also has this quirky, adorable style. His hair, however, is always perfect.

Wilford—his pink polka dot pajamas, hands down. He just wanders around in them all day long when he’s not filming a new episode for Warfstache Tonight, and he even has a matching pair of bunny slippers.

Host—flannel and jeans like in his days of being the Author. The way an old pair of jeans fits just right and the wood smoke scent off his old flannel is very comforting. It takes him back to another time.

Dr. Iplier—actually likes to dress nice when he’s not at work in the clinic—which is pretty rare. Slacks and a nice button-up for taking walks and window-shopping just to help him relax.

Silver—cosplays as other heroes all the time. He’ll sneak out to conventions when they’re in town and get lots of compliments that he plays down but secretly really appreciates because he works so hard.

Ed—will walk around in nothing but a bathrobe and freak everyone else out.

Google—owns a lot of really comfy clothes. Ever since his upgrade allows him the ability to change outfits, he’s been obsessed with buying things that are soft and breathable instead of wearing the same stupid t-shirt every day.

Dark—secretly likes wearing just a shirt and sweatpants from time to time, though he hates for anyone else to see him that way. He has an image to uphold, of course. But it’s hard keeping up appearances all the time, especially with Wilford Warfstache causing trouble for him 24/7.

Anti—would definitely steal the flamingo shorts and prance around in them for the sole purpose of teasing Sean.

soulmate! s.coups

Originally posted by livelovelunch

  • so basically, in this soulmate! au, your soulmates first words are like tattooed on your wrist, 
  • it’s also badboy! s.coups????
  • and your soulmate tattoo were the words, ‘For some reason, I’m attracted to you,’ 
  • and all your friends and relatives were worried that your soulmate was some douchebag that’s just trying to get laid, and you just accepted that this was your fate, because your a good girl/boy that’ll learn to love and accept your douchebag soulmate, but don’t worry your soulmate is an actual sweetie 
  • it was one night when you were younger, you were out with older cousin, and she was being cat-called on, that you realised that maybe you should be safer with your soulmate words, as there are a lot of shady people out there and you shouldn’t just follow guy that you believe is your soulmate, just because he says he is
  • which made you a more aware and attentive person, you were aware of all the people that caught your bus, which days they would catch it, even hearing stories of what happened through their day, as they chatted to someone on the phone
  • but when a new guy came, he quickly became your next person to study
  • he had dark hair, and dark thick eyebrows with pretty, rounded eyes complimented with dark, long eyelashes. he wasn’t necessarily tall, but he had a strong, masculine build, with a fair amount of muscle. he wore a heavy amount of negative colours matched with leather jackets and combat boots or some sort of high tops. it was also common to see him walk onto the bus wearing ripped jeans, black or blue, and walk to an empty seat and lean his head, against the window, whilst fringe of his messy black hair covers his closed eyes
  • from what he wore and did on the bus, it wasn’t evident of what he did, but he was definitely a university/college student, from the age you assumed, and you noticed him holding a notebook a couple of times, the two of you got off the bus stop, but anytime other than the bus, you would never see him even though you most likely live in the same area
  • until you saw him on the rooftop of your apartment building, lost in his thoughts, you walked up to the stranger and before you could speak he said, ‘For some reason, I’m attracted to you,’ and you felt so indifferent, because what if he was the shady shady or what if he was your actual soulmate??? so you naturally replied, ‘are you going to hurt me???’
  • seungcheol: no,
  • you: soulmate?
  • seungcheol: yes
  • how amAzing
  • you also got to better understand him better, on the bus he seemed all edgy and stuff, but hE IS JUST NOT FOR YOU
  • so you learnt that he likes sports, and can ride a motorbike, but the reason he was taking the bus was because it needed to be repaired but the mechanic was up to some shady shit, he wasn’t sure if he would every get it back,
  • but most importantly, you learnt he wanted to be an actor, which was what he was in college for :-)
  •  and one day he wanted to practice on you some of the techniques he was learning, so he called hoshi and dino to practice a fake fight seen where he has to fist fight for your love, and it was iNsAnE
  • so the three where intensely fighting and hoshi and coups actually do taekwondo, so they were up to some serious and competitive shit, whilst dino was just there like, gO HYUNG, HyUUUUNG HE’s BEhIND YOU, NOOOOO
  • and basically when they finished s.coups put his arms around you and swayed you side to side singing about how great his acting was sprinkling kisses all over your face 
  • and 
  • dino: hyung, it wasn’t that great, and isn’t that a little gross
  • s.coups: iT’S CUTE IF IT’S Y/N AND I !!!

- admin jola 🌱🍑

Midnight Cinderella Suitor’s Fashions

@aquisces-arts wanted to see what the suitors would look like in modern clothes, so I did my best conceptualizing what each would wear and why.

Let’s start with King Byron:

Byron dresses very monochromatically– wearing different shades of black head to toe, and choosing gold accents that catch the light. 

If you look at his hair, you can see that his wisps are very controlled. Even his cowlick is styled neatly. He would probably use a light pomade. The details on the jeans give texture without distraction, like his black casual shirt in the game. 

The gold zipper on the knees also satisfies his love of gold hardware. If you notice, Byron does not wear jewelry aside from his earring, which he shares with Nico, so I think a planetary key chain would be a good choice for him, as it combines his star-gazing hobby with an outlet for an accessory.

Of course, a Rolex is a must, and I think he would always give himself a chaste spritz of cologne before stepping out of the door. This scent is unisex and has a dry-down that smells of vanilla, woods and leather.

I don’t think he would shy away from stylish shoes– he may even be a subtle trend-setter. Because Byron can hold his liquor with the best of them, and because he doesn’t tend to let himself get too casual out in the open, I thought martini glass novelty socks would be a fun twist. It would be his own little secret. While it may not be that wild of a thing for the rest of us, considering Byron’s aloof personality, he may feel that it really is daring indeed.

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Cold In My Bones

@voltronwhumpweek2017 Day 2: Hypothermia.

Also written as a gift for @rangergirl3 as a very big thank you to her for being the most wonderful beta reader for my mini bang fic. And also for just being an insanely wonderful person in general too!! :)

Note: There’s a little nod to @haleykim84‘s amazing fic In the Hands of Hatred

TG for a panic attack.

And now, as promised, Keith gets hypothermia.

When Keith started coming to, the first thing he noticed was the cold and he grimaced. He’d always hated the cold. When he was living in the desert he would spend the nights wrapped in as many blankets as he could find to keep himself warm when he slept. He missed those blankets right now.

The second thing he noticed was the smell. Clean and sterile. Like a hospital. Keith’s grimace deepened. He’d spent more than enough time in hospital emergency rooms throughout his childhood. He wasn’t eager to be back in one. But there was a strange undertone to the smell; something alien. Maybe he was in the Castle’s infirmary, he did have a splitting headache now that he thought about it. He was probably just waking up from being in one of the healing pods.

But… he didn’t remember an attack of any sort. The last thing he remembered was being at that boring party the latest planet they had freed’s royal family had thrown for them. Everything had been fine. Could he have been so badly injured that his memory had been affected too? He supposed it was possible. Then again, the last time he’d been in a healing pod he’d stepped out of it before his body had even had a chance to register the cold. Why was it taking so long to let him out? There was only one way to find out. He opened his eyes.

And blinked up at a completely unfamiliar ceiling.

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The Great Comet Act 1

II got stage seats for the great comet and here are some interesting things

- You make eye contact with one member of the audience at least once every two songs

- Natasha (Denee Benton) is an actual pure fairy ball of light and joy

- In Prologue, every time they mention a name, that person gets a spot light

- There are lightbulbs on wires that ascend and descend in different songs and glow on top of peoples heads

- When the show starts, a siren wails and a bunch of actors spread out explaining to make way for dancers and hands out a box with a pirogi in it

- During The Private and Intimate Life of the House, Natasha walked into my stage “pit” area and longingly told a man that she really wanted to marry

- Prince Bolkonsky gets pissed and is like finds his own “cheap french thing” in an isolated table area and kisses a woman on the cheek while shaking

- in Natasha and the Bolkonskys Mary and Natasha find a table and awkwardly shuffle past people’s chairs and sit to talk

- No One Else, has a dreamlike and fairylike quality, and snow falls gently from the ceiling on Natasha and Andrey shows up for like two minutes in a “flashback”

- In The Opera, Dolokhov kisses a woman’s hand and makes her kiss his hand. Also the opera scene is the creepiest freaking thing ever, they turn on and off the lights to make it seem like flashes of the opera are passing by. The person who makes those dolphin sounds is the person who plays mary and bolkonsky

- Whenever Anatole “looks” at someone, he swerves his head around dramatically. Also I think he kisses a woman on the cheek when he enters. Also his entrance is the most badass freaking thing you will ever see

- Natasha and Anatole, Anatole checks how he looks in the mirror before talking to her. Anatole kisses her neck, but its doesnt really happen its in her “imagination”

- in The Duel, its freaking crazy, I dont even know what the heck happens. Strobe lights so awesomely intense, and ensemble wears glowsticks and stuff like a rave. I remember that Anatole entered my pit with a woman and looked like he was about to hit her with this black stick thingy and she was twerking at his face lmao, I was too distracted I wasnt really looking, and I saw people furiously dancing and screaming. I saw some woman wearing police hats and sunglasses. Somebody hugged me during the song and kissed my head then laughed but I was so distracted and shocked that I didnt see who it was lol.

- in charming, Natasha spends most of her time in her underwear for some reason? Idk, anways helene looks freaking gorgeous in her fur coat and green dress and sings the song with so much power. Natasha is super happy when Helene tells her than Anatole is in love with her

- During the ball, people wear animal masks and black dresses and dance around pretty cool. Anatole tries to kiss her, she runs and Anatole is super shocked and surprised like “wth”, and eventually grabs her and kisses her. They walk through a door with epic lighting and thats Act 1

One-shot Fic: The Chase

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Skank!Kurt | College AU

Based on the prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

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Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)

I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)

Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy. He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business. He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.

And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.

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Originally posted by perfekt-psychosekrank

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Alfie often just holds you against him, running a soothing hand through your hair. While he does this Alfie whispers sweet things to you. After your heartbeat and breathing is back to normal, Alfie will take you to the bath and you two will lay in there together.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Alfie loves your hands, how soft and smooth they are. He loves when you rub his shoulders when he is hunched over his desk. Alfie also loves when your wrap your hands around his cock. His favorite body party of himself is his arms. Mostly because you always gush over how strong he is and how much you love his muscles.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Alfie loves to cum on your chest, always covering you completely. The sight of your chest covered with a layer of his cum always makes him ready for another round.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Alfie loves when you boss him around, it always drives him insane and he often times has to go and calm down because he becomes so aroused. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Alfie has quite a bit of experience, as well do you. Due to this, you both are able to show each other what you love in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Alfie loves having you on your back with your legs over his shoulders. Not only does this help with thrusting into you deep, but he can also see your reaction to his movements.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Sex with Alfie is always serious, never goofy. You can’t even remember if you two have had sex that was goofy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Alfie has quite a bit of hair down there. Now its not super crazy, but he doesn’t keep it very tamed and trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):There are nights that Alfie makes especially intimate. Those days often are birthdays, holidays or something bad happens. On those days, he is very gentle and sweet.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Alfie doesn’t like to masturbate. He prefers having you under him and fucking you more than he likes using his hand. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Choking, Sir kink, hair pulling, and spanking.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Alfie loves to have sex in his office, right on his desk. Also he loves doing you on the counter of the bakery. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Watching you tell someone off, seeing you in nothing but your underclothing, and seeing you wear glasses.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):Alfie won’t share you, at all. Hell he doesn’t like when people even look at you in a sexual manner.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Alfie loves when you give him head, watching as you bob your head up and down. He loves grabbing your hair and forcing you all the way down onto him.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): The pace is normally fast and rough, which goes with your kinks. Some nights it will be slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):Alfie loves quickies, especially if it is before a meeting and in his office. Because people will come in and they can smell the activities you two have done beforehand.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):Alfie is all about taking risks and doing whatever you would like to try. He also offers a few risks of his own that he wants to try, which you always agree.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):Alfie can last quite a while, also he can go many rounds. You often have to call quits, and even though Alfie can still go, he will agree.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Alfie often just uses ties and ropes. These toys are often used on you, rarely him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):You are more of a tease than Alfie. Alfie isn’t one to tease you, because he can’t hold himself back for long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):Alfie isn’t very loud, he mainly whispers little praises. He also gives quiet moans and grunts.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):Alfie loves when you act submissive in front of his coworkers. Doing whatever he wants and always answering with yes sir’s. Just letting them know you are his.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):Alfie’s cock is thick and has quite a few veins. He is also pretty long, making it hard for you to take him all the way in your mouth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Alfie’s sex drive isn’t very high, but if you are in the mood and he isn’t busy he will do it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Alfie doesn’t fall asleep right after, he waits for you to fall asleep. Even then he doesn’t go to sleep till hours after.

Red dress (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Request : Hi babe <3 Can I ask one elliot/reader in which they are dating and he invites her to his   apartment and she dress up very hot/sexy and elliot doesn’t know how to react or what to do, and wants to touch her and a lot of fluff and awkward elliot <3 thanks babe

“Hi babe.” The moment Elliot opened his front door, his heart stopped beating for a second. There you stood in front of him, wearing a fancy red dress that reached to your knees and outlined every curve of your body. Elliot didn’t know what to say. He was mesmerized by the way you looked. Beautiful. You looked utterly beautiful and hot.

You kissed his cheek gently, entering his apartment. “I’m sorry for being late. Had an important meeting at work.” You said, pulling off you black high heels that matched your dress perfectly. Massaging your aching feet, you sat down on his couch leaning back and relaxed.

“It’s okay.”Elliot mumbled. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. He went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and two cups. Joining you, he poured some water into your cup. His eyes trailed down your body and he had his struggles to tear his gaze away. Especially your chest area was perfectly outlined by your red dress. He knew it was very impolite but he couldn’t help it. He was a man after all.

“Here.” He said, placing the cup in front of you. Immediately, you took a sip of the cold water, feeling it soothe your dry throat.

“So how was your day, El?” You asked, making eye contact with him. Elliot refused to look at you. He kind of felt overwhelmed by the way you were sitting right next to him. He didn’t see you quite often wearing fancy things. He fiddled with his fingers, his lips trying to form words.

“It was fine.” He responded with a quiet voice. “What about you?”

“It was very stressful. I had to attend a meeting which was boring as hell and also had to do lots of paperwork.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. His body stiffened at you touching his shoulder. Even though you were his girlfriend, he still had his problems when it came to body contact.

“I’m glad I’m with you now.” You mumbled, feeling slightly tired. Elliot nodded his head in agreement. He really appreciated the time he could be with you even though it seemed quite the opposite. You knew Elliot was not the guy for showing any emotions but deep down you knew that he cared for you and loved you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t give your relationship a chance.

“Babe?” You asked. He hummed as an answer. “Can you please help me getting out of this dress?”

His pulse increased its beat immediately, his voice shaking as he agreed. “O-okay.”

You stood up, looking at him with a smile on your lips. A smile that he began to love. His eyes observed your form, taking in every single part of your body. He wanted to touch you. Not in a sexual way, but in a loving and caring way. He wanted to feel your hips against his hands, he wanted to trail his hands down your arms, your back. He wanted to give you hugs so badly. But as fucked up as he is, he couldn’t.

“Elliot? What’s the matter?” You asked, as you caught him staring at you. Your gaze fell to his trembling fingers. “Are you okay, baby?” You asked worriedly.

“Mhm.” He responded. His fingers went to the zipper of your dress and zipped it open. His heart hammered in his chest as you freed yourself from your tight dress. There you stood in front of him, half naked in your sexy underwear. He raised his hand and his finger tips traced the outline of your shoulder bladders.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his soft touch on your skin. It happened rarely that Elliot put his hands on you and if that was the case, you really appreciated it. You wanted to feel him. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” You heard his raspy voice talking.

“Thank you.”

You turned around and faced him, laying your hands on his cheeks and leaning forward to kiss his lips. You felt Elliot tensing at first, something he always used to do when you kissed him, but relaxed afterwards. You smiled as he responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet and innocent, heavenly and passionate. Elliot elicited feelings in you that nobody had done before.

You backed away slightly, resting your forehead against his. His breath tickled your face and you giggled. Elliot grinned.

“I’ll go changing and then we can cuddle and watch Netflix. Is that okay with you?” You inquired.

He nodded his head in agreement. Watching movies with you and having you in his arms was everything he could dream of.