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losers club shitty british secondary school hcs

oh boy here we go

- the losers club on a duke of edinburgh expedition. that is all
- the uniforms. dear god the uniforms. richie and bev are constantly in detention for breaking the dress code and it’s how they became best friends. bev customised hers with badges and embroidery and rolls her skirt up way past the knees to defy sexist uniform codes. she’s always stopped in the hall by the pedantic deputy head who seems to be employed for the sole purpose of telling girls off for having short skirts. richie wears his tie way too short and always has his shirt untucked and his top two buttons undone. his blazer is also mysteriously at home 24/7
- stan and ben have this really intense, passive-aggressive war to become head boy. stan eventually gets the role and ben has to deal with being deputy
- whenever someone does something stupid in lessons the whole classroom erupts with ‘waaaaayyyy!’ this is usually led by richie.
- the school is in a really crappy part of town and at lunchtime the losers go to tesco to get food and sit in the park affectionately known as ‘druggy park’
- in year 8 they tried to fit eddie into a locker and that’s how he broke his arm
-they all refer to each other as their surnames, and the teachers as their first names
-richie once drew a dick on the board in his form room with permanent marker by accident so mike turned it into a tree
-eddie’s always in the nurse’s office, to the point where they’re so close she sometimes gives him lifts to and from school
- mike’s a really talented photographer and wins all the local competitions. his pieces are on display boards all over the school
- in terms of clubs, richie runs the school radio and is into drama, bev runs textiles support sessions for the younger years with a few of her classmates and is also on the debate team with stan and ben, eddie is a peer mentor for students struggling with mental health issues and is also involved with art club, bill is on the rugby team as well as writing articles and short stories for the school newsletter, stan is friends with the headteacher bc he attends chess club which the headteacher runs and he also helps the younger years with maths, ben is a student library assistant and mike goes to gardening club. he’s really proud of the carrots they’re growing behind the science block.
-stan and bill get the same bus. there was nowhere else for stan to sit on the first day of year 7 and that’s how he and bill became best friends
- the school has wild parties in the name of charity. at one, richie got so drunk and gave eddie so many hickeys he had to be taken to the er by his mum as she thought he had a skin disease. it didn’t help that he was super hungover either so he looked like death warmed up. needless to say it’s ‘the story’ of the night and the talk of the whole school (including teachers- they join in with the students’ conversations about the parties in class) for like a month
- they have a sleepover at mike’s and he unashamedly owns ‘angus, thongs and perfect snogging’. they all agree it’s a british classic
-eddie went through a sherlock phase in year 10 that threatened to become a superwholock phase. it was a dark time for everyone. 
-the whole squad get a cheeky nando’s
-richie and eddie make out in the common room and stan’s head boy office during frees. richie’s given eddie hickeys in there too. stan is disgusted when he finds out. there’s also a hidden path next to the train tracks that they go to if either of those places are occupied
-bill is hailed as a god by the younger students. they say ‘yes then big bill’ and high five him when they walk past him
- richie is known as the archbishop of banterbury throughout the school. what an icon
- on the last day of sixth form they all hit the local ‘spoons and make the most of the 2 for £12 pitchers by buying like 10
-mike’s dark secret is that he was on an episode of ‘dick and dom in da bungalow’ once. he’s vowed to take it to the grave. richie broadcasts this to the whole school via the radio as soon as he finds out.

bonus round for things that actually happened during my experience in secondary school:

- there’s a weed scandal in like year 9. somehow a wildly untrue rumour about stan hiding weed in his locker is being spread round the school
- beverly hides the clocks in her form room in the ceiling. her tutor buys a new clock. it goes in the ceiling. her tutor buys another clock. into the ceiling it goes. you get the idea. soon staplers and whiteboard pens start making their way up there
- richie and eddie make a meme gallery. it’s taken down in time for open day but some of the teachers genuinely think it brightens up theirs and the students’ days
- the losers are in the same teaching group in year 7. their pe class has to do chair dancing to hey big spender (it’s best not to ask) and it becomes a recurring joke for them throughout the years
-richie had a house party where stan got drunk for the first time and ended up chundering in his sink the next morning

add more if you like!

  • me: dino will always be the baby
  • dino: wearing a white button up top that's nearly transparent with his sweat
  • me: (voice cracks) dino will always be the baby
  • dino: dyes hair violet
  • me: (hyperventilating) dinO wIl l Alw Ays b3 ThE bAby
  • dino: wears sexy choker
  • me: (curled up on the floor, a single tear trails down my cheek) d i n o w i l l a l w a y s b e t h e b a b y
help i’m feeling feminine and have to wear pants/a suit: some cobbled-together tips for closeted genderqueer amab people

-(first off i am not an expert at this since i am not amab but i shall do my best and if i screw up pls correct me)

-lip balm/chapstick sometimes comes in pink or red

-you can find some pretty sick pink or floral ties out there

-sports bras! (just not black if you’re wearing a white shirt, trust me on this)

-alternatively, training bras or tank tops with skinny straps (they feel like bra straps)

-girly socks if your pants will cover them

-light colors (especially pastels! light blue suits are a thing)

-look up some pictures of girls wearing suits cause if they can look feminine af in a tie so can you

-clear nail polish

-nylons are pretty light and comfy and won’t show under your pants/socks

-small jewelry, like a bracelet or a fancy watch or a ring

-you can even wear a small necklace under your shirt and nobody will notice because dress shirts come up to your neck anyway

-if it’s an option, you can always undo the top button of your shirt to feel less masculine

-if anyone else has tips, please feel free to add on! as stated earlier i am not the world’s leading expert on this so i would appreciate help of any kind

anonymous asked:

Oh My Gosh! just read your mad sweeney fanfic, I'm obsessed. <3 Can I request as well? Possessive/jealous mad sweeney with reader at the bar, waitress!reader is getting bothered by a customer at the bar. Sweeney sees across the bar, takes matters into his own hands. Can be a little smutty?

Oh Anon I fuckin love the idea of possessive Mad Sweeney, so so much. I know this might not be what you were after, but I like the idea of sweet possessive Sweeney just the tiniest bit more than Sweeney who fucks like he fights. Didn’t end up being all that smutty but I couldn’t write anymore, my brain just went blank, and I like making pretty much every smut scene I write different.

It’s a normal night at the bar, you start your shift at 5.30, grinning from ear to ear as you hear a familiar Irish drawl in your ear. You turn around as you tie a knot in your apron, titling your head up to meet Sweeney’s gaze. He grins down at you with a twinkle in his eye, holding a coin out with his tongue. You get up on tip toes, grabbing it gently before you thank him. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your forehead before he disappears into the crowd.

You grin to yourself as you make your way behind the bar, smiling at customers, greeting the regulars. The bar gets really busy as the night goes on, Sweeney drops past the bar for a drink every hour or so, checking up on you like the worrisome boy you know he is. You go on serving, taking drinks over to tables when another girl starts the later half the shift, taking over bar duty.

You balance the tray on your forearm, navigating through the crowd, twisting through gaps and muttering polite excuse me’s and sorry’s as you squeeze between people. You stop by a table of four or five men, setting the tray down so you could place the new ones on the table, collecting up the old glasses.

One of them slurs a pick up line at you, clearly getting tipsy. You force a polite smile, lifting the tray full of empty shot and pint glasses, heading back to the bar ignoring the catcalling coming from behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get piss drunk while they were out, although catcallers and assholes were far and few in between shifts. But since it was a Friday night, it seemed like all of them were makin’ an appearance.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any ideas on modern outfits for the main spring awakening character?

I went a bit crazy and thought of headcanons for everyone, hope this helps! (this is btw just how I see the characters and other headcanons are super cool too and I really wanna hear them tbh!)

-tennis skirts
-lots of flower patterns 
-loves harajuku fashion but isn’t allowed to wear it
-matching girlfriend necklace with Ilse
-only wears super old vans that’re already falling apart
-heart shaped sunglasses

-ripped jeans
-leather jackets
-wears earrings 
-always doodles on his shoes
-doesn’t own a sweater that actually fits him
-has lots of buttons and doodles on his backpack 

-button ups paired with sweaters are his brand tbh
-king of skinny jeans seriously get that boy some normal pants his legs must be numb by now

-also ripped jeans
-embroidered jackets 
-fishnet tights 
-dr. martens 
-eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man 

-mostly pastel especially lavender 
-cardigans + dresses

-many frills and lace
-only wears skirts and dresses
-loves lolita fashion but is too shy to wear it 
-flat ballet shoes 
-hair clips 

-definitely has a tongue piercing
-dr. martens 
-bomber jackets 
-doesn’t own a backpack, Ernst always has to carry all his stuff
-crop tops 

-button ups with cute animals and plants 
-wears fake glasses bcus he looks cute with them
-doesn’t own a piece of clothing without doodles on it 
-let’s Moritz draw on his clothes 

-super old converse
-eyeliner game is always on point 
-curly hair 
-septum piercing

-queen of bralettes 
-always has the prettiest nail polish 
-somehow always has flowers in her dr. martens (Martha puts them there)
-tends to steal everyones jackets 

-has an undercut 
-thin framed glasses
-actually buys normal jeans but they and up being ripped anyway 
-jeans jackets 
-always starts the vans/converse discourse 
-double helix piercing 

-only owns band shirts 
-has really cool socks and no one knows where he buys them
-rainbow bracelet 
-never wears jackets. not even when it’s december.

Not That Biased

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project, which is very distracting since you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though - if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

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Lend Me Your Jacket

A/N: I know a bunch of people have already written about what Betty and Jughead’s conversation would be after he ran out of the Homecoming dance, but here’s my take on it 

Summary: It’s the morning after the Homecoming dance and Jughead is still upset with Betty after everything that happened, but even through his anger and their fighting, he still remains to be a gentleman

Betty rubbed her bloodshot eyes as she leaned against the outside of the Jones’ trailer, smoothing down her dirt-stained dress with her shaky hands while she watched the sun begin to nudge its way over the tips of the trees, giving way to early signs of morning. Her head snapped up when she heard the door unlock from inside the trailer, watching with hopeful eyes as Jughead stepped out into the chilly morning air, still in his formal attire from the night before just as she was. Jughead barely glanced in her direction before trudging down the path away from the trailer park, and away from the girl who he believed had betrayed him. 

“Jug, please talk to me,” Betty begged, shuffling her feet along the snow-covered dirt road in an effort to keep up with his quick pace. “Let me explain to you why-”

“Go home, Betty,” Jughead shot back, his eyes locked on the path in front of him as he continued forward, completely determined to get as far away from her as possible. “I didn’t want to talk to you last night, and believe it or not that hasn’t changed in the mere eight hours since I last saw you.” 

“That’s not fair, Jughead, you know I would never do anything to hurt you,” Betty reminded him. “So why won’t you let me at least explain my side of the story?”

“You want to talk about fair?” Jughead spat, spinning around to face her for the first time since their fight in the school hallway the night before. “Okay, let’s talk about how my father, who was finally starting to get his life together, got arrested for murder last night even though it’s virtually impossible for me to believe that he could do something like that. That’s not fair. And in case you haven’t figured it out by now, life has been particularly less fair for those of us with the name Forsythe Pendleton Jones so we have that going for us too.” 

“I know it wasn’t your dad,” Betty told him, her eyes pleading with him to believe her as she took a step in his direction. “I know he didn’t do it. I believed you when you told me that in front of your trailer, and I believe you now. I would never lie to you. I would never break your trust like that.”

“But you did lie,” Jughead pointed out, his brows drawing together and contorting his face into a look of hard disappointment. “You didn’t tell me the truth about the Jones/Cooper dinner from hell that I should have known was doomed from the start. That counts as lying in my book.”

“I’m sorry,” Betty breathed, her shoulders dropping forward in defeat and her eyes beginning to prickle with unwanted tears. “I’m so sorry, Jug, I don’t know what else you want me to say. The way I feel about you - it’s making me want to protect you from getting hurt and I sometimes forget that there’s a right and a wrong way to go about things.” 

Betty took a step forward to close the gap between them completely, her hands instinctively flying up to caress his cheeks and to her relief, he didn’t pull away. 

“I was wrong, and I’m sorry,” Betty whispered, her thumb moving gently across his cheek before her hands dropped to her sides and she slowly backed away from him. 

Jughead’s face softened ever-so-slightly when he saw Betty’s hands reach up to rub her own bare arms as a shiver overtook her body in the chilly morning air. 

“You’re cold,” Jughead noticed, his eyes dropping to take in the sleeveless dress that she had worn to the dance and her jacket-less shoulders.

“No, no, I’m fine,” she assured him, but the chattering of her teeth gave her away and Jughead narrowed a pair of skeptical eyes at her. 

“Bets, you think I don’t know you well enough to be able to tell when you’re freezing,” Jughead reminded her, already beginning to shrug his suit jacket off his shoulders and handing it out for her to take. “Here.”

“Jug, you really don’t have to-”

Before she could protest, Jughead was stepping around her to drape the jacket over her delicate frame, his breath tickling the back of her neck as he leaned forward to adjust the fabric around her shoulders. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, pushing her arms through the sleeves and pulling it tightly around her body. 

“It looks better on you anyway,” Jughead admitted, pulling on the collar of his white button-down shirt and undoing the top two buttons. 

“Always the gentleman,” Betty mumbled under her breath, smiling sheepishly up at him as the sun shone all around them, creating a brilliant glow along the perimeter of the trailer park. “Just like your Dad said.” 

“Yeah,” Jughead muttered, his gaze dropping down to the road as he kicked at a pile of snow with his smudged dress shoe. 

“We’re going to clear his name, Juggie,” Betty promised, reaching forward to place a reassuring hand on his elbow. “We’re going to figure out who framed your Dad and how they were the ones who really killed Jason. I promise.”

“Making promises you can’t keep is a dangerous game, Bets,” Jughead told her, not unkindly. “We’ve learned from literature and history books and various reruns of daytime soap operas, that traveling down that path leads you off a cliff of which you can’t return.” 

“I believe in you, just like I told you before everything got all messy and complicated,” Betty assured him, her eyes shining hopefully up at him as he tilted his chin to meet her gaze. “And I believe that together we can do anything. Do you?”

There was moment of silence that lingered between them in which everything they had gone through over the past few weeks flashed across his mind. And after every memory, good or bad, made its way down the assembly line, his thoughts always came back to one lingering notion that he could never seem to shake - it had always been, and always will be, Betty Cooper who he could count on to be there for him. No matter what. 

“Yeah, I do,” he whispered, his breath coming out in cloudy spurts in the cold air as his eyes tentatively flicked down to meet her knowing gaze. 

“Alright, then let’s go solve this murder,” Betty declared, gesturing for Jughead to lead the way as she started to pull his jacket off her body by one of the sleeves so she could return it to him. 

“Keep it,” Jughead insisted, grabbing her arm before she could shrug the jacket off completely and adjusting it upright on her shoulders. “It’s a long way back to your house and I know how sensitive you are to the cold so in case we get stuck out in the snow like those people in that movie about the ski lift, I’m not taking any chances.” 

Betty gave him a grateful nod, biting her bottom lip to hide her relieved smile as they began walking side by side back to the Cooper house. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that a jacket alone was meant to symbolize that he had forgiven her for keeping the truth hidden from him, but it was that jacket she would cling to for warmth and hope and any inkling that he might feel the same way about her that she did him, until they were in each other’s arms again. And for now, that was enough for her. 

Being Schoolmates w/ Suga
  • you walk into class on the first day and choose a random seat
  • Yoongi walks in and sits right next to you
  • and you’re like “there are literally 12 other seats ????”
  • but he misses school one day and you find yourself missing him
  • like, you’ve never even talked to him but you really want him to be there
  • he falls asleep in class
  • like all the time 
  • whenever someone is class says something stupid you find yourself looking at him like “we are surrounded by idiots”
  • and he gives you the same look back 
  • there’s a partner project assigned and you don’t really know anyone in the class but suddenly Yoongi hands you his phone
  • you’re super surprised because the most you guys have done is share looks with each other and now he wants to do a project with you
  • Yoongi being a sassy little shit about it just saying “well how else are we supposed to communicate outside of class? Carrier pigeon?”
  • his uniform is always messy
  • the top button is always undone not that you’re complaining
  • his tie is always stuffed in his backpack
  • like why he even bothers to bring his tie, you literally don’t know
  • he always walks you home from school, he likes you that much
  • his excuse is that you live really close to his favorite restaurant and you’re like “the only ‘restaurant’ I am even remotely close to is McDonalds…”
  • but you always look forward to walking home with him
  • also, you guys never ended up doing that project you two were always too busy making out on his bed so when you had to present Yoongi was like “fuck it I regret nothing” and so the two of you were bullshitting your way through the entire thing
Unintentional Discovery

Can also be found on AO3 and, also under the cut…

Authors Note: This is my sixth prompt for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by @thebookjumper This is my one-shot version. Now a few words, as with these versions they are SMUTTY, they are NSFW!!! This one I oddly had a lot of fun with :P so I hope you enjoy it too! 

Summary: Oliver Queen, CEO realises how much he needs his EA, Felicity Smoak in his life after one crazy moment. 

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Truth or Lie (Part Twenty-Six)

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A/N: Thanks for continuing to read :) you guys really are the best!

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, fluff (like too much), injuries 

Word Count: 5131

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With a breath, one that sedated the butterflies a bit, you headed out of your room, only to stop when you saw a trail of different kinds of flowers leading to Rob’s room. What in the world was he up to? You stepped forward, only to have your foot brush against something. A small wicker basket. You grabbed the handle and lifted it, spotting a simple folded white card inside. You felt your heartbeat amplify to loud pounding, the card shuddering from your slight excited shaking as you slowly opened it, Rob’s familiar handwriting popping out in black ink.

What I see in you

What I feel for you

Was that a riddle? You directed your attention to the first flower a few feet ahead, figuring you were supposed to put all of these flowers in the basket as you went along. You moved forward to pick up the first flower, petals of a deep purple color creating a round bloom. A white tag was attached to the stem beneath a few green leaves, a single word coming into your view.


You felt a small smile tug at the corner of your lips, admiring how beautiful the flower was before placing it in the basket. The next flower was a few steps ahead, five white petals with magenta centers glowing bright against the dark carpeted floor. This one had no stem; the small blossom rested on top of a tag, your fingers gently nudging it aside to read the word.


You were starting to understand the game. The flowers were symbolic of something, the words on the tags, and those words were what he saw in you or felt for you. Now, you were very curious. You moved along the trail, picking up flower after flower, smile increasing as you read the words, took in the meanings.

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Drabble Prompt #18 (Reader x  young Sirius Black)

Drabble prompts -  songs , request more here

Request: Number 18 with young Sirius?❤

Prompt: Breaking the girl- red hot chili peppers

Warnings: mentions of the sex but no details ;) 

Sirius knew he shouldn’t have done it this way, he wanted her in all the wrong ways and was willing to tell her everything she wanted to hear just to get her for one night.

He knew she would get attached, she wasn’t like the other girls he would usually hook up with, she was so sweet and nice to him even though he wasn’t very nice to her at the beginning.

When he had a class without the other marauders he was pretty upset, and for it to be potions was worse. He had no idea who his lab partner would be but when you sat next to him and you smelled of strawberries and had a nervous smile on your face he wanted more than nothing to be nice to you but he was still mad about you not being Remus or James or Peter so he was cold to you at first.

He barely talked to you until he noticed other things about you, the way your top button on your shirt would always come loose giving him a very nice view or the way your skirt hugged your hips.

You were so pure and so sweet he didn’t want to think of you this way. He knew you had at least a little crush on him because once he started flirting with you, you became flustered so fast and your cheeks constantly a light shade of pink.

When he talked to Remus about it Remus told him he shouldn’t, he thought you deserved so much better, you deserved someone who would actually love you for a long time not just one night.

James on the other hand told him to go for it but wait until the term was over since you were lab partners in potions.

Sirius hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help himself he was selfish.

When Sirius had asked you to meet him in the astronomy tower later that night your heart was filled with joy as you lost your words and nodded trying to hide the smile on your face.

It was 9 at night when Remus noticed Sirius leaving their room and Remus knew exactly what he was going to do so he spoke from behind his book

“Sirius you better not be going to see Y/N, you’re going to break the poor girl”

Sirius laughed and cheekily responded 

“Remus I’m not that big ”

Remus stood up now visibly angry at Sirius

“Padfoot you know she wants more than one night with you, and I know you’re going to lie to her and tell her everything she wants to hear to get in her pants and then never speak to her again , you’re going to break her heart and she would never do you any harm!”

Sirius just ignored Remus as he walked out the door, the only thing on his mind was you and he wouldn’t do anything without your consent anyways.

When he got the astronomy tower he listened to you talk about the constellations enjoying the way your out of uniform tight fitting dress looked on you, before either of you knew it you were making out against the tower wall, Remus was right Sirius wanted you so badly he was whispering in your ear everything you wanted to hear him say he couldn’t stop himself.

In the end Sirius got what he wanted, the two of you ended up back in your dorm after a silencing spell was cast Sirius had you in all the ways he wanted.

When you woke up the next morning you stretched your arms out for Sirius but he was gone and your heart sunk in your stomach.

Why would he leave, you thought he wanted you? You suppressed the tears and got dressed and went to potions class hoping Sirius had left to do the same.

When you got the Potions Sirius ignored you the whole class and acted as though nothing happened. When he read the instructions to the potion you looked into his eyes and asked him

“Where did you go?”

You could tell by the way his expression dropped he felt bad, how stupid of you to think you wouldn’t have been another one of his one night flings. You felt a tear betray you and escape your eye. You quickly wiped it away and whispered back at him 

"You lied to me, you said you wanted me, you just wanted my body.”

Sirius didn’t even have any words to defend his actions and you marched out of the room. You didn’t go to positions for the rest of the final week, only showing up to your final exam and avoiding Sirius.

Without you to help him Sirius was lost in potions, he turned to his friends for help with the class but Remus was furious with him 

“She was such a strong girl and you ruined her, for one night of pleasure, you let her feel loved for one day and then you took it away and you broke her just as I said you would”

Remus paused 

“You thought you were so clever to get her to sleep with you, well you’re not getting any help from me this is your own problem, you left her alone now you get to feel a sliver of what she feels now.”

And Sirius knew he was right so he didn’t even argue back, he accepted the fact that he did this and he would have to pay for it.

Sex with Percival Graves


- he’s dominant as all hell

- he loves to pull your hair and whisper sexual things in your ears

- when your at work he’ll call you into his office to bend you over his desk

- he gets extremely jealous and when that happens, oh dear lord the sex is great

- when your working on something he’ll come up behind you and rest his hand on one of your hips before he starts to whisper sexual things into your ear

- if he’s to busy to pay attention to you at work then you’ll sit in your office and call for him as you start to touch your self

- the sexual frustration he’s been building up finally gets to him

- he always has to cast a silencing spell on the office so no one can hear you two

- he’ll eat you out when you sit on his desk with your legs wide open for him

- you always refer to him as “sir” during sex and that only makes him go harder, cause dear Merlin does it sound incredibly sexy when you manage to moan that out

- your always have the top two buttons of your blouse popped open so he always sees your cleavage

- him growling in lust when he sees you

- “why must you always tease me”

- when you bend down to pick something up and he just so happens to be walking by he’ll slap your ass

- his high authority position always turning you on

- “who do you belong to?”

- “you”

-“I’m sorry what was that?”

- “YOU SIR!”

- “that’s a good girl, now let it all out”

- how your orgasms always end ^

KiriKami HeadCannons!

These have been sitting in my notes for future use in writing… but I just kind of want to share them. I really enjoy them !


• Quirk use if flustered. Zappy kisses from Denki or Eijirou freezing up in a harden at a peck on the lips!

• Eijirou brushing Denki’s bangs behind his ear to kiss him.

• Denki short circuits after sex. So he’s just really silly and in dire need to cuddle… It gets ridiculous after a while; Eijirou just wants a shower!

• Eijirou falls asleep without showering sometimes… and well, he does use hair gel. Messy and crusted hair upon waking up. Denki always gets grossed out but playfully teases.

• Sleeping Denki has issues with drooling perhaps? While Eijirou mumbles in his sleep. They both steal blankets or sprawl out to take up room. It’s kind of a battle ground when they sleep in the same bed.

• Eijiro needing help with his hair. Either to spike up the back evenly or brush it at night. Don’t get me started on shampoo in the shower.

• Fashionista Denki! “Which shirt matches this jacket?” Is a frequent question. Always gets “The manly one,” or “That’s manly” as a reply. And Eijiro always tries to unbutton the top button if Denki wears a button up.

• Nicknames ?? Eijirou - Ei-Kun or Kiki. | Denki - Kami or Sparky.

• Eijirou stop tugging on Denki’s choker during missions omg.

• Due to revealing hero outfit, Denki can’t really mark Eijirou up with teeth or nails… Denki’s collarbones/chest on the other hand….

• Denki like to pull on the back of Eijirou’s hair to catch his attention. It hurts but that’s why it works!!!

• Video games together + Denki always chewing on charger cables. Eijirou gets frustrated buying a new one every month. He’s worse than a child!!

• Denki chews on batteries constantly too. Long train ride? I bet he’ll be chewing on a Double A battery in the first 10 minutes.

• Eijirou always seems to discourage himself after a failed/low exam. Cheeky and rash Denki comments can lighten the mood!!

• Small purple marks on Eijirou’s body from electricity during sex. Denki has to be careful and make them light or people will question. (thx for the idea Mona)

• Eijirou bites. Not just during something steamy, just anytime. He will literally pick up Denki’s hand and gnaw on it when they are watching a movie.

• Holding back each other’s hair every time they do succ. It just helps a lot.

• Violent cuddling sessions. Occasional when they’re too lazy to make out. Most Denki laying directly on top of Eijirou and using his chest as a pillow. Or Denki’s butt being a great headrest. Either way, they’ll lay in extremely odd positions but be 100% comfortable.

• You know when blankets get all staticky?? Well, that’s pretty much every single morning with Denki. Prepared to have your hair standing in weird angles.

Royalty AU: Primarch's Formal Fashion

.::Well here you guys go I guess. The unused Royalty AU fashion for all eighteen canon Primarchs that me and @watcherofthelibrarium came up with several months back. And now to…Shameless tag all the Primarch blogs I know and a few others *cries*

@asklionjonson @fulgrim-the-phoenician @ask-perturabo @ask-jaghatai-khan @asklemanruss40k @askrogaldorn40k @askkonradcurze @asksanguinius40k @askferrusmanus40k @ask-angron-40k @askangron40k @askrobouteguilliman40k @ask-mortarion-the-death-lord @askthecrimsonking @ask-horus-lupercal @ask-lorgar-aurelian @asktheravenlord @ask-alpharius @immanueldid @ask-ezekyleabaddon @tygettlannister

I’m a little sad not knowing if there’s any active Vulkan blogs, but…If there is one, Primarchs do get this around to him? Also it’s all under the cut because it’s extremely long.

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Cole has this affinity with the feminine energy surrounded by plants, like bushes and grasses. 

He’s playing with female sexuality. The girls are always extremely modest with no cleavage and their tops buttoned to their necks, but they are standing in mother nature it’s a juxtaposition, in a way. Also, the top two are men. Dagsen and Aus are male models who play with androgyny, sexuality, and gender in their shoots which brings even another layer into this. 

There is something really captivating about all these photos. He’s created a signature. 

It’s kind of messy and always questionable if the person is the subject or the accent. 

They aren’t natural poses, but it still feels natural and untouched. 

It’s really cool to see how he’s created his photography voice in a fairly dramatic way.

He has a defined style, and that’s so inspiring to see. A defined style that seems to be all his own. 

steffid101  asked:

How can I post a gif on Tumblr? I made one with GifCam, saved it to my pc, posted it as a photo, but it didn't play, it just showed the first frame... What am I doing wrong? Am I just dumb? :(

You’re not dumb!! If the gif doesn’t play, it means that it’s too big. When you gif something in GifCam, always click on the “preview” button because in the top left corner it tells you how big the gif actually is. Tumblr’s gif limit is 3MB so the gif must not go over this figure! I hope this helps!!

Fanfic Friday: Bold Girl (Sometimes), Chapter 3

For an Anon Tumblr user, who requested Shelagh gets bold in South-Africa (I mean, something must have happened, otherwise we wouldn’t have baby Teddy…)


Patrick was a good man.

Shelagh suspected that there was a part of her that had always known this, even when she was still a nun and called him Doctor Turner. She could never have loved him if he was not so compassionate, so determined, so kind, for without those things, he would not have been Patrick.

There were moments in which she thought: “This is it. I can’t love him more than I do now,” but then one of his comments, a touch of his hand, or a sigh escaping from his lungs showed another layer of empathy that was yet unknown to her, and she fell a little bit more in love with him.

Now, as he sat on the edge of the bed, scribbling away in that unreadable handwriting of his in the slim book he used to make notes, she felt her heart swell. Surely she could not love him more than in this moment, in which he doggedly tried to work out the problems of Hope Clinic?

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anon requested: Bondage with Taehyung and a shit ton of foreplay.

please like, comment/dm/reblog your opinions and feedback for this story! it would mean so much to me :))

» Part Two

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

pairing: taehyungxreader
word count: 3k
warnings: smut;

Seven more fucking minutes was what she told me. I’ve waited in this damned lobby for more than three hours only because the receptionist ‘forgot’ to book in my reservation. Already two hours late for the corporate event, I pounded my nimble fingers against the scratched screen of my phone as I sent the hundredth text message to my superior.

TAE: I’d never imagine the VP to miss such an important event.

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