am i seductive

yeah tolkien probably didn’t anticipate how bad he messed up by leaving the seduction of mairon so vague…….like if he’d just explained……..did melkor have good campaign ads? did he show mairon a 300 slide powerpoint presentation on why Evil is the Way of the Future? I’m sorry mr tolkein but bc you never specified im free to assume that mairon had a big embarrassing eternal crush on melkor and they held hands a lot and also probably the powerpoint happened at some point. you can’t stop me.

Hey, you come here often?
*seductively eats your friend*

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I’m like, really interested in how this seduction went down

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Blue - Troye Sivan// Oh Sehun One Shot

For @sehuns-bubble-txe

Thank you for your request lovely! Sorry it ended up a bit long!

Angst/Smut! -T


Send Text Message: Sehun. I’m coming over and we are gonna talk about this like fucking adults.
Receive Text Message: Red light.
Receive Text Message: I don’t want to see you. Don’t come over.
Send Text Message: Did you seriously just tell me, “Red light?”
Receive Text Message: That used to work. It used to get you to stop and leave me alone for a break during fights.
Send Text Message: This is bigger than that. Is Junmyeon home?
Receive Text Message: No? What does he have to do with this
Send Text Message: If he was home, I didn’t wanna fight in front of him. Since he’s not there, I’m coming over.
Receive Text Message: God dammit.

My sweater and purse in hand, I flew out of the front door, slamming it behind me. I was almost to my car when I cursed under my breath because I realized I had to turn around.

I sprinted back into my house and grabbed the tabloid that had been the cause of our entire fight. I shoved it in my purse and was out of the front door again.

I continued to hit stop light after stop light. I was attempting to use each one to regulate my breathing and contain my temper. I wanted to arrive with a level head. I did not want to show up and have one tiny tick set me off like a time bomb.

I pulled up to Sehun’s house and was relieved to see Junmyeon’s car still gone. I was afraid that Sehun was going to call him back. I was also afraid his car would be gone as well, but, instead, he was seated on his front porch.

I counted my breaths. Inhale for 5 seconds. Hold for 4. Exhale for 5. It was almost a hypnosis that I had learned to use on myself. If I focused on breathing, I controlled my heart rate.

I sat next to him. We both stared at the sky. The aquamarine tone of it was a beautiful shade. There was a thickness in the air around us.

“The color of the sky is my favorite color of blue,” he said, unexpectedly.

I turned and looked at him. His sharp features were so appealing. His pointed chin that ran into a jawline that could cut glass was very handsome. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth. His eyes were intense with thought and his brow furrowed deeply.

I could not help but spit out the bitter words, “is that why you cheated on me with her? Because she was fucking wearing blue that day?”

I reached in my bag and pulled out the magazine I had brought with me. I knew he would deny everything, so I needed photographic evidence.

I threw it on the ground, open to the page that had a picture of him and Irene, snuggled in a booth together at a restaurant. His arm was draped around her. Her head was leaned against his shoulder and she was staring at him longingly. He was smiling his genuinely happy smile at her. The one that I saw the day that I had agreed to go out with him. The one that I saw the days he came from tour and saw me for the first time in months. That smile was aimed at her.

She had a pretty, baby blue tank top on.

“I will make myself as blue as I need to if it means you never do this again,” tears were welling up in my eyes and my lungs hurt. I had wanted to stay strong. I had failed. I lost it and had a sob break through the dam of my facade.

He shook his head and stood to his feet.

“Can we do this inside, please? Not in front of my neighbors?” He stormed inside, not waiting for me to even stand.

When I got into the house, I found him pacing through the living room. He kept running his hands through his hair.

“Please, just,” I was attempting to choke out words and failing, “just… tell me what I’m seeing isn’t real.”

He stopped and looked at me.

His hesitation and lack of defending himself shattered me.

“It’s… shit. It’s not as clear cut as that. The world isn’t black and white and sometimes grey areas come up and…”

I cut him off fiercely, “AND WHAT, SEHUN? My world was so dull before you. I was completely colorless. You brought vibrance to my world. I’m fucking color blind without you. But, but I’m not enough?!” I was screaming.

He fell to the couch and covered his face in his hands. His slender fingers draped over his eyes to cover the fact that they were filling with tears. Despite all of it, I wanted to run over and lace my fingers through his. I wanted to make his hurt stop, despite the fact he was causing mine to radiate.

“I… I know that it doesn’t justify it, jagiya,” I felt sick to my stomach as his confession finally flowed out, “but it was just closeness at dinner. I was lonely. I missed your touch. I missed being around you. So I wanted to just, I don’t know, fucking fill it with someone else for the day, I guess?

“We were on tour. I didn’t think anyone would snap any type of shot of it. SM made Red Velvet come out to support the show and she and I just went for food. I just, I was desperate to fill where you were missing.”

My heart sank.

“I’m that easy to replace.” It wasn’t a question.

“No, baby, please,” he immediately ran over to me and put his hands on either shoulder, “no. It isn’t like that. I couldn’t take it any farther because she WASN’T you. I didn’t WANT it to go farther because she WASN’T you. We left almost immediately and both admitted it was wrong. She felt horrible for flirting with me at all.”

“So why try to avoid me today, Sehun? I was willing to do anything to get you to stay, and you didn’t want to talk about it.” My voice was growing smaller each word.

“Because I’m ashamed. I’m fucking ashamed for hurting you. I told you I never wanted to do that. And I did.”

His arms fell to his side, defeated.

My chest rose and sank heavily.

“I should go…” my words trailed off. I grabbed my bag and shuffled toward the door.

“Babe,” he said from behind me as I reached for the knob.

I turned to face him, and was shocked to see that he was closer than I anticipated.

He looked down at me for a moment, and then cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine.

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anonymous asked:

For the phanzine, what are some of the things it includes? Articles (if so about what)? Drawings? Other things?

32 pages filled with phanart from me and @incaseyouart
I could say 50% of them have never been seen/posted before
So you guys will be getting some juicey art that we’ve worked on for 9 months
Also the sweet FREEBIES you can only get if you preorder :P

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anonymous asked:

Mels, why do our Loammy Jean look so depressed in all his last pics? :(

I think there’s a fine line in trying to be a seductive selfie taking hoe where you can instead be interpreted as making a Steel Magnolias face. Loammy is a beautiful dude, and  I think maybe Loammy was going for more of a “Oh yes hello thank you for joining me I’m just casually sexual in my Donald Duck hoodie” face in this one?

And this other one strikes me as more of a “I am pouting seductively in the distance in my pink cotton Easter hoodie”

This one though, this one does look sad, like Liam just spent the afternoon watching “Beaches” on Lifetime (”Wind Beneath My Wings” gets him every time). Not even Loammy’s understated Daytime Chain’s loving 26 pound embrace could help :

I hope Loammy got very many hugs by the man behind him playing Candy Crush after this photo was taken, and I am also glad that Loammy is practicing good vehicular safety and put his seatbelt on. 

Daddy Issues  Bucky x Reader Part One

Originally posted by maryjosez

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Characters: Avengers

Contains: Fight Scenes and LOTS of swearing


A/N: Just so you guys know, this is my first post on this blog and my first written fanfiction on tumblr, so I hope you guys enjoy it and stuffs. Have fun nerding out on Marvel shit!


I don’t really have a life. If you considered what I have as a “life” then it’s a pretty shitty one. There is something different about me that many people can’t and don’t know about. While this might sound like the introduction to a teenage dystopian book where the main character has some ridiculous name and is described as plain, but breathtakingly beautiful at the same time, and is involved in a ridiculous love triangle where any pairing sounds painfully awkward, it’s true. My name is Wicker Basket. Can’t you just smell the sarcasm? But in all honesty, I am very plain. Painfully average in fact. Below average. There is nothing special about me appearance-wise. I know! SHOCKER!!! A descendant of Thor and unattractive? NOOOOOOOO!

…Yes.

While I am a descendant of the Avenger, he has no idea that I exist and I would like to keep it that way. The only thing about me that is remotely relevant to him are my stretch marks which look like I was struck by lightning over and over again. I am not a size 0, in fact I am a size 10, I am not a gorgeous viking, but a boring flaming pile of trash, and i am not seductive in any way. That all went to my brother. Because somehow, in a lineage of gods, that look absolutely breathtaking, I end up looking like the ass of an elephant. WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BAD GENES COME FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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You know that moment you when you go from ‘I’ve sorta noticed you and you’re kinda attractive but you don’t really make an impact on my life’ to ‘oh my God oh my God what are you doing to my heart I’m screwed?’ I found Carmilla’s.

Because sure, before this moment she thought Laura was cute, but her primary emotional reaction was annoyance. But how many times has Carmilla, immortal, beautiful Carmilla, been told that she deserves better? Remember, this is someone who was born in the 17th century. How many times must she have been told to smile and bare it, or to bite her lip and play on? How many people have told her your worth is more than what you have been handed? Because I don’t think very many people have, if ever. And that’s what makes Carmilla sit up and take notice. Here is this girl, still full of optimism and light, telling her you did not deserve the circumstances of your life. And that’s the moment Carmilla falls hard, for this tiny wisp of a girl who the world hasn’t managed to tear down.

But she’s going to do everything in her power to make sure that never happens.

She’s more than a little shaken and she tries to play it off with her usual bravado, pretends like nothing’s changed but it has. And there’s no going back.

And guys. Here is the start of the seduction eyes.