and good luck tonight :)

okay so i really enjoyed doing my feb botm but i did soon realise that i’d got my months all confused and was doing everything the wrong way round. so this time, i’ve decided to correct myself and do it right (lmao) (ignore the header tho ~ i was running out of time oops)

rules ~

  • must be following this awesome loser
  • reblog this post
  • entries close march 31st & winners to be announced sometime soon after
  • all types of blog accepted
  • if reblogging on a sideblog, please include in the tags what blog you follow me from
  • there will be one winner & two runners up

prizes ~

  • a follow from me
  • a spot on my updates tab for a month
  • winners ~ unlimited promos in april + two edits whenever (need to request)
  • runners up ~ one promo in april + one edit whenever (need to request)
Kinktober Day 6: Size Difference

All things considered, the difference in height between them was essentially negligible: a couple of inches, really. Kylo’s helm and hood added a little extra but Hux knew better. In fact, Hux knew better than better, he knew best. He knew every foot, every centimetre, every acre of Kylo’s broad body. He probably knew it better than he knew his own body (he had never seen the back of his own knees; he imagined they were as bland and pale as the rest of him). He knew him by sight, by touch, by scent, perhaps even taste if he really concentrated (so many poets across the stars have waxed lyrical about their lover’s unique taste, but if Hux was being very honest, sweat was sweat, cum was cum, and from a purely gustatory point of view, one warm body was as good as another).

While their heights were similar – and oh how Hux had measured and double measured, over, under, and laid out alongside Kylo – that was not to say they lacked size difference, only that the size difference was as much a shape difference as anything else. A silhouette difference. A difference in volume, presence, how they occupied the space they were in. It even extended to their clothes; Hux in his tailored uniform, pushed out at the shoulders, the thighs, all structure and beautiful clean lines; Ren in his ratty robes, the formless shape and the cinched waist, and the secret slutty half-slip of mesh he wore underneath, a whisper of something that could hardly be called fabric worn for no practical reason.

Hux wasn’t a small man – he really wasn’t, not since he was a young teen and had stretched like cheap elastic over a matter of months. He had always been on the lean side, but he had passed his combat training with relative ease, and kept up to date with his physical training. He preferred to think himself as neat, rather than slim. Tidy. Elegant. Well turned out, if not somewhat unremarkable.

Kylo, however – Kylo’s body was reckless. He was an avalanche on legs, broad from shoulder to hip, somehow long in torso and leg. He moved like the seas would part for him, all power, no control. Arms like knotted ropes, chest like a mountainside. Hux wouldn’t have been at all surprised if he ever found out the man was not full-blooded human; the idea of it had a certain appeal to it. Kylo had a certain appeal to him.

It was an appeal that was never more keenly felt than when he was spread out under Hux like a felled bear, a hunting trophy, eyes soft, mouth slack. His chest heaved, every breath a landslide, every restless shift a devastating earthquake. He was so pliant then, with fingers around his neck or in his mouth, on him or in him, pinched and pulled apart. He could have killed Hux with his hands, or a thought; he could have diced him into a dozen little pieces with that ridiculous sword, but he didn’t. All that power, and he folded under Hux like a slip of paper.

Hux never felt bigger than when he held Kylo Ren in the palm of his hand.



OH BOY. My chill today- gone. Can you believe it’s been THREE WHOLE MONTHS SINCE WE MET. I mean come on that’s crazy.

Think about it: three months since I:

- Met all of my internet friends

-Danced/sang/screamed/cried my eyes out at Philly night 2

- Met KEVIN!! (i am kevin af)

-Met the lady who has a bigger heart than anyone I’ve ever met in my entire life, (my fav) Mama Swift

- Screamed in your moms ear as I went to hug her

- Soaked your moms shirt as I cried in her arms

- Got made fun of by your mom for not being able to count because I couldn’t form words

- Met Rachel Platten and bonded over the fact that our make up was messed up because we both had cried during the show

-Met you.

Not only did I meet you, but you met me. A girl who has danced to your songs in her fourth grade talent show and is still listening to those same songs as a junior in high school. I will never be able to express how thankful I am for your mom to have chosen me and my very best friends out of 50,000 people to meet her daughter! I love thinking about that because I just feel so honored and special to be someone she wanted you to meet. Next time you get the chance, please give her a HUGE hug and tell her I say hi. I wanted to thank you for that night. That night I met my role model. I met the girl hanging on posters all over my room. The girl whose music has gotten me through drama, boys, and over all dark times. The girl who followed ME on tumblr and likes my posts once in a while. The girl who inspires me to be a better person every single day. And the girl who has taught me to never give up. Taylor, even though these past couple of weeks have been rough (I wrote to you in another post about this) I remember you are right there by my side, as I am always for you. Thank you for these memories. I love you way more than you’ll ever know and I hope one day I’ll be able to hug you again. taylorswift


Suzumura Kenichi at ANISONG World Tour Lantis Festival in Taipei (part 2 -> part 1 here)

he is eating a traditional dessert called “豆花" (made from tofu, but has the texture of pudding)~ his comment on this dish: “タロイモ最高〜!” Taro is the best~! ((see second picture