am i turning into one

anonymous asked:

15, 22, 32, 47 plois ;3

22. description of crush. - Cute as heck and seriously way too cool for me. I would never in a million years deserve her.

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? - Implying I have friends :V

47. turn ons - I am really into collarbones for some reason, I really love a nice firm booty - makes me all melty and at the same time I just find it so incredibly sexy to get infodumped by someone I am into. Hearing them really care about something just makes me so so so attracted to them.

tfw you’re writing and your fic is turning into something you didn’t intend it to be

tfw you’re writing and a character says something you didn’t expect them to say and it sort of opens up a new plot point you’re going to have to resolve now by the end of the fic

i feel half dead. but dont worry, its the inside half. my beautiful face is fine

“is that your way of comforting me?” “maybe”

this was supposed to be some kind of zombie apocalypse/the walking dead au requested by @sigh–onara but honestly i don’t even know anymore

fifth harmony: *performs at a pride event*

me: *draws fifth harmony in a pride parade*


Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose. This king’s ruled long enough—it’s time to tear his castle down.

All For The Game series by Nora Sakavic

WIP of thing i am CRAMMING right now to hopefully post tomorrow night <3 My last new art post of 2016, and I wanted to end it with an ACTUAL Yuuri Love post, since I’ve been proclaiming that’s my jam but have yet to actually produce a drawing that shows to what extent I love it lol

And while it’s super mild, it may also end up being my first art post on here I actually tag with nsfw oops

Azriel coming home from a long, quiet night of scouting, nothing too intense, though his muscles ache and his skin is chilled from flying through the cold, winter air.

Azriel padding inside from the balcony and seeing Morrigan curled up tightly beneath the sheets of their bed, knees tucked almost into her chest.

Azriel taking a thoughtful moment to consider her hair as it falls out across the pillow in golden waves that glimmer in the pale moonlight as she gives the faintest snore.

Azriel smiling softly to stop his chuckle as he removes his weapons, places Truth-Teller against the wall with a dull thud, and begins working on the fastenings of his leathers.

Azriel turning in tickled surprised towards the bed when his leathers disappear, replaced by his bare chest and a clean pair of casual pants to sleep in that Morrigan has deemed fitting for him as she giggles at him half drunk with sleep from the bed.

Azriel padding over to her in that bed, enjoying himself as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and watches her eyes close, his impatient little love, she is.

Azriel moving between the sheets and pulling his Morrigan into his chest, forever craving the way her body opens immediately up and lets him in.

Azriel listening to her breathe back into sleep.

Azriel letting her pull him under.

Azriel and his Morrigan.