and have 20 small ones i think

Venting

Sometimes I just don’t know why I try with my family. Maybe because I have so little family left. None of them even care. They all suck. Excuse after excuse. If I drop off the face of the planet they would probably only think of it as a small speed bump. I’m no one’s priority except me. Well Fuck em.

Oh and I hate holidays.

That is all. I’ll feel better in like 20 minutes. Right now I’m just really smarting over it all.

Things Harry Styles Does In Bed (smut/ish)
  1. “Wakes you up with neck kisses while he murmurs “Wake up baby, c’mon baby, there you go” as his hands travel straight to your breasts and squeezes gently till you’re more awake
  2. Drags his fingers gently over your whole body until you’re completely covered in goose bumps 
  3. Absolutely loves how shy you get when his mouth gets filthy when you’re least expecting it. “Put the book down love, I wanna eat that sweet pussy for breakfast”. You’d go red. And he’d love it. 
  4. Will lie on his side next to you while you’re on your stomach watching Netflix, and his hands will randomly start massaging your thighs. “Harry” you’d warn. “Mmm” is all he’d mumble with a small smile. “I need to get through one episode of FRIENDS with out us having sex before the episode’s up, it’s 20 minutes” you would tell him. “That’s too long darling” he’d whine. “Think of how many times I could make you scream with 20 minutes” 
  5. “With me you always come twice, at least twice” 
  6. Was so gentle and loving the first time you slept together. Constantly asked if you were okay. Refused to fuck you until you came. 
  7. Was so completely on board with your praise kink. “Baby, you’re always so good for me. My good girl” 
  8. Spanks you whenever you do something he doesn’t like. Like the one time you smiled and laughed at that idiot’s joke at your office party, because the idiot was your boss. “Count them for me baby, 6 more left” he’d say soothing the sting before his hand would come down again.
  9. Would demand that you open your legs for him after he’s teased you all day long, knowing how wet you’d be for him. 
  10. “This? It belongs to me” he’d growl, stroking up and down your heat before plunging his fingers into you. 
  11. So. Much. Over-stimulation.
  12. Speaking of over stimulation, would just drag you back to your place when you’d move away, far too sensitive. You’d be whimpering and begging him to stop, but he’d keep on going. 
  13. “Now baby, since you were naughty and didn’t ask permission to come, you get two options. Shall I edge you till you beg me to let you come or make you come until you’re begging me to stop?”
  14. Pins your hands over your head when you’ve misbehaved, but he doesn’t have it in him to spank you or to deny you an orgasm. He knows how much you love to touch him during sex. 
  15.  “Don’t you dare hide your face, I wanna see you when you come” 
  16. Wouldn’t let you out of bed post sex. “Oh no, you’re staying right here baby” he’d growl playfully. “Harry” you’d giggle “I need to do things today”. “Yes. you need to do me, over and over again” 
  17. Cuddles because he was rough with you the night before. 
  18. He’s big on aftercare, let’s be serious, he’s a sweetheart. 
  19. Would kiss every inch of your body while you came down from however many orgasms he’d fucked into you that night. 
  20. “God, you ride me so good. So good f’me” he’d groan whenever you were on top
  21. Made you come 6 times in one night. The 6th was the best. He’d whipped out a curvy toy, astounding you, pushed the toy into your overly sensitive core and sucked on your clit until you were screaming. And that, was how you experienced your first ever squirt. 
  22. Worshiped you on the occasions where you surprised him in lingerie. “Get over here, your boyfriend’s got some work to do” 
  23. Would always be trying new positions with you. 
  24. The one time you faked an orgasm because you were both tipsy and you knew it wasn’t gonna happen, he got so upset until you told him he was the best you’d ever had. He made up for it. All. Damn. Night. 
  25. “Did I ever tell you I really, really like having sex with you?” 
Palmistry 101: #2 Configuration and Meanings (Very Long Post!)

Okay, so in ‘Palmistry 101: #1′ we covered the basic stuff on lines and mounts, right? Well, now we’re going to cover what a mount or line means if it appears a certain way; basically, we’re going to talk about how to read a palm.

You should sit your cute butt down and grab some snacks because this is going to be one heck of a long post!

Where Do I Start?
You start, by asking whomever you are reading, to turn their hands so that their palms are skyward, naturally.
But, Roe, which hand do I read!?” I hear you cry, and I say in reply: ideally, both. It is said that the left hand displays the potential of the person and the right displays what that person has done with this potential in this life. 

You may hear some say that left-handed people should have their right palm read, and vice versa. This is, as a chiromancer, your choice of course, though I tend to stick to both hands.

Now, this may sound a little ridiculous but trust me, all things factor into it when you’re palm reading. Even the shape of the hand that you’re working on. You heard me correctly: the shape of the hand. 

Hands:

In short, there are four main types of hands. I will say that not everyone fits perfectly into one category, but most do. The types of hands are based on the elements and, don’t be surprised or upset if your hand type does not align with your sun zodiac (your main astrological sign). 

Earth Hands: typically, earthen hands have wide and square-ish palms and fingers to match, and the length of their palm is equal to that of their fingers (my hands fit into this part. The skin may be thick or rough and overall, earthen hands have quite a… flushed or ruddy appearance to them. My hands are earthen hands, for example (minus the rough skin… I have ridiculously soft skin).

People with Earth hands tend to be of a practical and level-headed nature; they are grounded but don’t mistake that for dullness. As a general rule, they like to experience things and prefer being able to get out into the world and learn by doing. 
Often, they come across as conservative/adverse to change or quiet and have an intense preference for the outdoors and nature (kind of comes with being connected to the element earth, really). 

Air Hands: firstly, this sounds like a very strange super-power. Cool.. 
Air hands usually have a square or rectangular shaped palm and long, slim fingers. They often have projected knuckles, dry skin or low-set thumbs (low-set thumbs means that the thumb is positioned lower and nearer the wrist). Normally, the length of the palm and hands is equal.

Those with air hands are highly intellectual or academic, are curious and constantly full of and developing new ideas. They carry a restless energy about them and are prone to worry and/or stress. Generally, they are superb at communicating with others, but they are also known to withhold emotions and feelings, meaning that forming and maintaining meaningful and intimate relationships is often difficult.

Water Hands: (Hi my name is Rowan, and like every responsible almost-20-year old, every time I read this I think of Avatar!) It is said that those with water hands have long, flexible fingers and small oval or circular palms. The palm is usually quite stout; the width is greater than the height. 

People with this type of hand(s) are usually hyper-emotional. They are motivated by feelings, more often than not and are constantly looking for peace or a peaceful life; they do not handle stress or worry well. They are typically creative and artistic.

Fire Hands: those with fire hands (now this one sounds like a painful skin condition) typically have smaller hands overall: a square or rectangular palm, shorter fingers and their skin may have a pinkish complexion. 

Like fire itself, those with fire hands are absolutely bursting with energy and are always ready to go. They get bored easily without variety and can, unfortunately, be a little impatient and/or dogmatic and intolerant. Typically, they make fantastic leaders in almost all situations and are vehement in their individuality.

So! Hand shapes covered, let’s quickly cover the possible meanings of your hand’s temperature. Yes, even that may mean something!

Cold hands: you may be kind and generous, but you’re reserved and may come off as what some would describe as a hermit.
Clammy/sweaty hands: you may be lazy and unstable, but in all you do you have good intentions.
Warm/hot hands: you may be considered as wild or fierce and successful, but you may come off as insincere to others.

The Lines

Alrighty, so we covered which lines were which and what they signify in this post’s predecessor (the link to it is at the top, but if you don’t feel like scrolling back up click here) but now it’s time to go into a lot more detail, whoopie!

Quirks to Look Out For:
Branches: (lines that branch out from the main line) emphasizes strengths.
Breaks: (a break in the line; if the line is segmented) emphasizes weakness(es).
Chains: (lots of small circles that run along a line) obscurity in goals or deviations from them.
Crosses: (one of these ‘x’ on a line) upheaval, violence and struggles.
Islands: (islands are small circular shapes that are within the line, not running through or over it) delays and issues, injuries or hereditary problems.
Stars: (one of these ‘*’ on a line) emphasizes luck.

The Heart Line, concerns everything that ties in with love. May it be romantic, platonic or any other kind. 
If this line begins under your index finger, it means that you have a love life that you are happy with; a satisfying one, if you will. If it begins beneath your middle finger, it suggests that you are selfish in love. It’s all about you, you, you. 
If it begins between these two fingers, like mine, it means you are quick to fall in love, and it happens easily. 

If the line is short, it means that you have little interest in romantic love or romance in general, - you would rather be focusing on other things! If your heart line touches your life line, you suffer heartbreak very easily and the smallest betrayal hits you hard. A long and curving heart line suggests that you are practiced at expressing your feelings and emotions, and you do it well whereas a straight line means that you are practical in love. This is reinforced if your heart line runs parallel to your life line. 
It is said that if you have a wavy heart line, you have or will have a string of temporary lovers in place of a serious relationship.

Small lines or breaks in this line may indicate that you have suffered or may suffer some form of emotional trauma, whilst a small circle on the line may signify sadness or depression.

The Head Line, is indicative of your wisdom and your intellectual power. Generally, a curved line tells us that you are a person of creativity and spontaneity, whereas a straight line says you are a fan of structure and things being done in a practical manner.

A short head line means that you have a preference for physical achievements opposed to intellectual or academic accomplishments. In short, you’d rather finish a race than a book. 
A curvy or wavy line that is not deep-set in your palm indicates that your attention span is short, a deep, long line means that you are a focused and profound thinker. If you have a straight head line, it means you are someone who thinks realistically; that does not mean you’re a pessimist, but you tend not to fantasize or day dream about things that are not realistically relevant to you.

If your head and life lines are separate it means that you are adventurous and have an insatiable appetite for adventure and a never ending lust for life.

If there is a circle or a cross in your head line, it means that there is some kind of emotional crisis in your life. If there are multiple crosses or a chain present, it means that in your lifetime you will have to make many decisions and a lot of them will be difficult.

The Life Line, also known as the line of destiny, is indicative of your character and of any important or big events that will take place during your life. Contrary to popular (and scary) belief, your life line does not denote how long you will live! 

The closer your life line is to your thumb, the less energy you are bound to have and you may be a person who is chronically tired or exhausted. If your life line is the opposite of this, (wide and curvaceous) you are the opposite of this. You will have a plethora of energy! 
If it is a large, swooping semi-circle, you are a strong person who is bubbling with enthusiasm, but a straight line that does not stray far from the edge of your palm says that you are someone who is very cautious in all relationships. 

A deep and long life line denotes an inner strength and vitality to be proud of, but a short and shallow line means that you are someone who may find themselves easily manipulated by others. 

A circle on/in your life line means injury or hospitalization, and a break in the line signifies drastic changes in lifestyle.

The Fate/Fortune Line, may be read in tandem with the life line when looking at the future (this is one of those lines that not everyone has, so don’t worry if you can’t find yours). 

If you happen to have a deep-set fate/fortune line, it means that destiny has a pretty strong hand in what happens during your lifetime (if you subscribe to the idea that fate is a thing, of course). Numerous breaks in this line mean that outside forces will influence and cause changes in your life many, many times.

A fate/fortune line that is joined to the life line means that you are self-made; you have aspirations and goals and you do all you can to achieve them. You make your own fate.
A line that starts at the bottom of your palm indicates that you will be in the public eye quite often, though this doesn’t always mean on a large scale.

The Mounts

Okay! This is the last part I promise! You’ve been so good, reading this whole she-bang, and I’m so proud of you (and also so grateful because let me tell you, this has taken way longer than I planned it to).

Again, these were covered in the previous post so you can defer back to that if you need to because it’s here,…again!

The little flesh mountains we all have on our hands, these are the mounts. To ‘read’ them, cup your hand ever so slightly and look at it side-on. You should be able to see which mounts are high, low or flat.

The Venus Mount, (the one under your thumb) when high can signify that the person is over indulgent in their love life and is promiscuous as a result; they may be someone who demands instant appeasement and satisfaction in such matters.
A normal mount suggests a passionate person who holds influence over those around them, and has a love for the finer things and the arts. 
A flat Venus mount is indicative of someone who is quick to criticise and has little to no interest in family or family life.

The Jupiter Mount, (under your index finger) when high means that you are self-concerned/centred and can often be aggressive and dominating.
A mount of normal elevation suggests a natural leader; someone intelligent and with ambition whereas a flat mount is suggestive of low confidence and self-belief/esteem.

The Saturn Mount, (under your middle finger) when high means that you are obstinate and prefer to be alone/your own company. It means you are shy, withdrawn, a cynic and can signify depression. 
A normal sized mount says that you are responsible and you work hard. You are trusting and friendly.
A flat or low mount means that you are incredibly disorganised and concerned only with the superficial aspect of things.

The Apollo/Sun Mount, (beneath your ring finger) when high suggests that you have an elevated sense of pride; you are extravagant and like to praise and compliment/flatter those around you, but you are also quick to anger and have a temper. 
A normal Apollo/Sun mount means that you are an outgoing and confident individual who is well suited to adapt to changing situations and circumstances.
A low or flat mount indicates that you have little imaginative capability and making decisions is often a difficult task.

The Mercury Mount, (beneath your little finger) when high, may mean that you speak too much too often and often speak lies/have a tendency to be untruthful and greedy. 
A mount of normal elevation means that you are a thoughtful and versatile individual with a wide variety of interests and/or hobbies. Those with this sort of mount flourish in a business environment and are able to read others deftly.
A low or flat Mercury mount signifies shyness and the inability to communicate well; it also signifies a lack of money or the lacking ability to make money.

The Luna/Moon Mount, (along the outside of your palm - starts beneath the little finger) when high, indicates that the person lives so much within the realm of their imagination, that it clouds their sense of reality. It suggests a very, very high level of creativity and someone who has a deep-seated love and passion for the arts.
A low or flat mount suggests that the person lives very much inside their own imagination and mind, but does not share it with those around them. They may be shy and suffer from depression. They will likely be a pessimist.

A-Z NSFW: Baekhyun

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A = Aftercare 
While he’s kind of a spastic mess, he’s a very tender lover. He doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you or cause you discomfort, and he knows how much his style of sex affects you, so he’s very keen on aftercare. He’s got a thing about smells, so I can see after being rubbed down with a warm rag or after a shower, he’ll give you a little massage with some sweet smelling lotion just to make sure you’re really soft and clean and happy.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For him, his favorite body part is his hands(see to Kink for more). On you, he loves your legs. he loves how the warm skin wraps around his hips, how soft they feel beneath his fingers, not to mention when they’re surrounding his head…

C = Cum 
For the most part, he comes in you. But every once in a while he likes having you on your knees, and he gets to paint your chest. Of course, being the oh so loving man he is, he makes sure to clean you off too, it’s only fair since he made the mess anyways.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
It’s not technically a secret, but what he really does with it is a secret. Of course, being with Baekhyun means he’s away on tours a lot, and after a long discussion of making sure no fucking one would see them besides him, you let him take a few pictures of yourself…for him to take with him on tour. But he didn’t tell you that he kind of uses them daily, when you’re not around and he’s locked in the bathroom…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
This little bitch….anyways, EXO laugh at too many dick jokes for me to ever believe he’s an innocent baby, I don’t know if he’s put it to good use, but that boy knows too much already. If anything, EXO are pro porn watchers, fight me. Baekhyun’s hips and mouth and fingers…….he’s got the tools, and he knows how to work them.

F = Favorite position
Baekhyun’s a guy that I feel really likes just chilling, laying back, and letting you ride the fuck out of him. He likes that he can have somewhat control, holding your hips, guiding your speed or just holding you still so he can thrust up into you. Or his personal favorite, is you topping, laying your torso against his and letting him hold you, while you grind away.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Do you know who we’re talking about here? Baekhyun can’t hold a serious face if it meant saving his life. He’s nothing but a ball of breathless giggles in the bedroom, there’s not a serious moment in there.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Baek’s so soft and mushy I love it…we’ve seen his tummy fucking hell the abs pics I just looked at for this part fml and his tummy is pretty clean, no trail. So I think he trims pretty well, I don’t think he’s bare, just keeps it nice and neat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Baekhyun isn’t that romantic in the bedroom, beside telling you his love and adoration for you, most of his romance is reserved for the non-sexual part of your romance, where he tries to go above and beyond with roses and fancy dinners. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
You’re not able to be around as much as he gets horny, so Baek jerks off more than he’d like to admit. He’s pretty sneaky about it, and can do it in record speed too. Anyone would think he just went to the bathroom, but nah, he’s just in there jerkin’ it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
It’s kind of weird, but he has a kink for his own fingers. They’re so long and slender and so so pretty when they’re trailing across your skin, making your body so hypersensitive to his touch especially when he’s thrusting them in and out of your core.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Baek, while a hyper brat, is pretty lazy when he’s got time off. He’s just lounging around the living room most of the time, watching tv and eating, so naturally that’s where you are too. Aaaand that means he’s not going to give a damn about moving into the bedroom when he’s horny. Honestly at this point, when EXO has time off, and you’re at the dorm, it’s pretty much an unspoken rule that the boys stay out of the dorm, or at least give a hour heads up before returning.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s such a little shit all the time, the thing that turns him on the most is when you’re the one being a little shit. Giving him those intense looks that he knows the meaning to, brushing his thigh teasingly, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. He’s basically pushing you to the bedroom after that.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s more goofy and is on the same level with you in most things, dominance isn’t his thing at all. You or him,  he’d rather you be equal in the bedroom.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
The amazing vocalist he is, his tongue was designed by the gods for greatness, and greatness meaning going down on you. He’s a god, you don’t know if he’s trying to please you or kill you, honestly the outcome is the same. He’s going to kill you with his tongue. Your grave will say ‘died with byun baekhyun between my thighs’. Bless you. On the flip side, he’s a horny little toad and it would never cross his mind to reject a bj, he practically gets on his knees to beg you to get on yours.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Baekhyun’s what I like to call a jackrabbit fucker. He’s got such a fast and hard(not so much rough) pace it’s almost unbearable…almost. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s not the biggest fan of quickies, he normally isn’t very satisfied with one round, let alone a quick one, and he doesn’t like that, or knowing you’re not really satisfied yet either. In the rare occasions they happen, it always ends with a promise that he’ll make it up to you later, when he can really get his hands on you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
While he is kind of freaky dinky, I don’t think he’s that outrageous with sex. A few picks out of a kamasutra  book, a few new toys, one time you snuck into one of the other members’ room, but nothing leaves the house. No public sex or anything, he’s a mess when he’s home. I mean what’s the worst that’ll happen? The boys see Baekhyun naked? Yeah, like that’s anything new… 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He does the very most…all the time. Baekhyun is such an excited puppy, he never tires out, how does he do it, what coffee does he drink, I need to know. His stamina is insanely high, he can go for probably 20 minutes(actual sex), and can last at least three rounds on the minimum. If you get in bed with Baekhyun, expect a long night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I think Baekhyun would have a few toys, just some basic ones. He has some handcuffs hidden away, and a few small vibratos so he can have at his mercy and he can play with you all night long. The idiot definitely has stupid condoms, like glow in the dark and star wars themed ones…dork…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
We all know Baekhyun is a little shit, he starts with Xiumin, eggs on Soo(cmon yall know he does it on purpose), mocks the fuck out of Tao, he’s a full blown toddler. And he’s just the same in the bedroom, you’ll probably have to threaten to kick him in the neck to get him to get on with it, he can and will tease you until you’re pretty much in tears. Little shit…

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Listen….the boy’s a vocalist….have y’all heard him sing? Do I have to explain the high notes? Do I really? Well anyways, y’all might as well just record your sessions, SM might be able to weave some of them high notes into a new hit song for EXO. Baekhyun is so vocal and loud in the bedroom, I almost want to recommend you ear plugs, he might bust your ear drum while he busts a nut.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Bacon is a joke, I know it’s not funny to make fun of foreign names, but my Nana can’t seem to understand how to fit the Hyun into that, tbh she only has like three teeth so maybe she just can’t….anyways, it was a joke, that you got ‘Baekhyun’ Lube, and of course he was like ‘tf you talking about did SM do some weird fucking shit and put out a BDSM line of exo shiz or????’ ‘nah babe it’s bacon flavor. get it? bacon? baekhyun? lol’
side note, don’t even try bacon lube, it tastes like ass

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Baekhun does one of the best tuck jobs in EXO and it makes me mad, Suho out there jumping in front of a stadium of fans with his dick slappin his leg, and this little bastard can’t give us more than just a few bulge pics? Smh. Anyways, Nana’s word is law when it comes to talking dicks, and in the wise words of my 60 year old grandma, “he ain’t big, shorty, but he’s like…a humper…like a bunny just goin’ at it. it ain’t big, but he sure fucks you wild.” I don’t know what that means, but I’m going with it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He’s like an excited puppy, he’s always trying to hump your leg…metaphorically, that is. He’s always itching to get his hands on you, it’s a wonder he manages to remember to eat and shower when all he can think about is how to get you back in the bedroom with him and out of your clothes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Baekhyun’s a very clingy and lovey baby, we all know this. You can’t get him out your hair in most aspects of your relationship, and post sex isn’t any different. He wants to curl up with you, naked as ever, and sleep with his love, he’s not even going to attempt to move from that bed for a good few hours, have a nice nap y’all, congrats on gettin that good dicc.

Silent Treatment

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language
A/N: So I know not all readers are short, I will be making one specifically for tall readers in the near future so don’t worry if this doesn’t apply to you!!!

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“I just don’t get it, Y/N, how did you even see above the wheel to pass the test?” Peter asked, a grin on his lips when you frowned, glaring at him.

You had only been in the car with him for a minute and he was already making a crack on your height. It wasn’t typical, but lately he’d seem to notice how much it pissed you off, and if there was anything Peter loved, it was getting a rise out of you.

Right now you were giving him a ride home from a study session, this being the first time you drove him since you got your license (not that you didn’t do it before, but May and your parents didn’t need to know that).

“I moved the chair up, dumbass,” you snapped back, “At least I can drive now, you’re still stuck with a permit.”

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Introducing: the Bowl Booster hide!
This useful tool will lift up your waterbowl and provide a snug hiding space underneath. It’s a great space saver, allowing for more room to furnish and provide other enrichment items for your reptile!
They feature: a recessed slot to place the waterbowl so it doesnt move, a smooth interior for easy clean up, and a non-slip bottom edge for perfect placement in your habitat! The small ones are 4-5 inches tall, with an 8-9 inch diameter. The large ones are 6-7 inches tall with an 11-12 inch diamater (they are handmade so they vary slightly).

I’m currently trying to develop them so they are lasting, marketable, and economic for myself as well as the purchaser.
It takes 7 hours to make just one. The plastic bowls run at $1 for the hideous small ones and approximately 5-10 dollars for the large bowls. Im having trouble finding nicer small bowls that are uniform and subtle in color. im also having trouble finding affordable larger bowls that look nice. So if anyone has suggestions that would be great.

As of right now I can’t see myself selling them lower than $20 for a small and $30 for a large- that will include the plastic bowls to ensure they fit the hide. It depends on if i can get my hands on cheaper bowls.

What do you think?

anonymous asked:

How can i improve khushoo in salah?

There are many ways to improve one’s kushoo and this is partly attained throughout a long process. Here are some points I myself have found to be very effective and the more you get into the routine of this the easier it will be.

1. Prepare yourself before salaah meaning do your wudhu with caution, clean the prayer room, wear beautiful prayer clothes since this is something the prophet salallahu alayhi wassalaam prescribed. Bring that kind of awareness back to you that you re going to stand before Allah as if it is your last prayers. Many people fail to internalise sometimes that salaat is like a very important meeting with Allah.

2. Preparing one’s self for prayer can also mean motivating one’s self before or calming down. Like, take as much as you want before the prayer to maybe reflect on the Qur'an. Sit onto your prayer mat and go through the meaning of the surahs you want to recite. Or simply sit there to collect yourself.

3. Salaah becomes more important the more you revolve your day around Islam and its ibadah. I know, this is not always possible because some of us are not always home but at school and work. But it can mean simple things. Reciting a few pages of the Quran in the morning and evening, doing your adhkar when you wake up or before you go to sleep. Listening to Quran when you go somewhere. All these things can help you to bring back that ‘islamic’ feelings back to you.

4. Other than that you can change something about the way you used pray. What I mean with this is that one must maybe start to to lengthen their prayers and instead of just praying 4 fardh rakaat without dhikr afterwards, add the recommended sunnah prayers to it.

The prophet salallahu alayhi wassalaam said:

Allah will build a house in Heaven for whoever is diligent in observing 12 Sunnah Rak'aat (as follows): 4 Rak'aat before and 2 after the Dhuhr (Midday) Prayer, 2 after the Maghrib (Sunset Prayer), 2 after the ‘Ishaa’ (Evening) Prayer and 2 before the Fajr (Dawn) Prayer.“ Hadith sahih narrated by at-Tirmidhi No. 379 and by others. Hadith No. 6183 in Sahih al-Jaami’.

I think this is very effective for those among us who have the tendency to rush through salaah. It will cause you to have more discipline, and increase your concentration.

4. Learn new surahs with meaning by heart. It can be either a surah that you really like and that makes you feel very emotional, or you can memorize the recommend 30 juzz, the last 20? pages of the Qur'an and strengthen your memory by constantly reciting in in salaah.
I personally think that the longer one’s are very helpful because again you don’t have the option to rush through your prayer.

5. A small thing I also wanted to mention is music. Music is so toxic for salaah, there were so many times I would hear some random music before and it would exactly play inside my head when I would start salaah.

That’s all that I had found to be effective in a way. For the ones who know more, can add their tips to it. Maybe you should also look into the book 'inner dimensions of prayer’.

@kabukigirl1977 asked: 

I love your Spidey comics! Is Silk going to show up at some point? She’s my favorite superhero and I’d love to see her in your style

@kakuseiofficial asked:

If you’ve heard of her, ah, what would cindy moon look like here?

@avenger09 asked:

Any plans to include the rest of the Web-Warriors. Iron-Spider,(Who could be Flash in a suit the simulates spidermans ability) Scarlet-Spider Kid Arachnid, Slik, Spiderwoman, Spider-Girl (Gwen). And the evil spiders like Kaine (Who could be the Wolf-Spider) Tarantula. Wow there’s a lot of them.

Here’s Cindy Moon as Silk! 

I say more under the ol’ cut here

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A customer came into our gardeners shop to look for an assemble to put on graves (I have no idea how to call it in english, but I’m german and we call it “Allerheiligen Gesteck” it’s basically a handmade thing out of pine green, dried flowers, palm tree leaves, and other dried and sometimes dyed plant parts, it’s in a wet piece of foam and put together, by hand which is purchased for the first of November, a day to think of the dead.)
We have a small amount of assembles, since we are not a big shop but we offer to customize things if people wish to do so, no big deal but it takes a bit of time.

She looks at all the lovingly handmade pieces and asks “What does this one cost?” I reply “It’s 20€” and all of the sudden she puffs up like “What, no! Those are all ugly, anyway!!!!”


…Well thank you very much. Bitch.

I asked if I could make anything she would like better but “I don’t know what I want!”
So I describe options but she interrupts me rudely and leaves, complaining that we’re “too expensive” (again, everything is handmade!) and “everything is ugly”.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up buying an ugly ass cheaply machine manufactured thing from the nearest grocery store like other people before just to save some money…
Like, I totally get that a lot of people are on a budget (so am I!) But why be so rude?

I love my job but sometimes people do suck.

anonymous asked:

How come mister doesn't have a little ? 😮 He's da perfect dadda!!

MISTER 101

I get this question like every day…. so I will put things plain.

I am a lot to deal with.

Personal issues

I have agoraphobia. (look it up) combined with anxiety and paranoia disorders. this causes me to be extremely guarded, especially when it comes to most personal details about myself. It gives me great anxiety to reveal things… because I always think people are going to turn on me, come to get me, or otherwise take me from my safety.

My safety circle is a small radius that encompasses about a 3 mile ring around my house. I chose this house for specific reasons. its in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to everything I need that I can go out when appropriate to get it.

I have my groceries delivered. The guy delivers pizza and for 20 bucks he picks up my order and brings it to my house. He leaves it on the porch. No one but my brother and therapist have been in my house in several years outside of a few excruciatingly difficult events.

These problems are coupled with the fact that I am incredibly private.

most cant handle them and give up.  

(I wasnt always like this,… and I dont always expect to be. I am working hard on it every day.)

Personality

At the same time, I am also very dominant… very intimidating.. and very critical. The one who captures my heart, has to deal with a lot.  My Dom side often spills over into things… causing me to be cold, causing me to be stressful. I can be very selfish and such. I have high expectations.

I can be mean… I can be vicious even. And my irish blood doesnt take well to being crossed.

“Tumblr Famous”

most cant handle my status…. including my “internet fame”…. I get propositioned, daily. I obviously get a lot of attention from lost littles. 

jealousy is not something that can exist in the heart of the one who seeks to submit to me. But at the same time, once I am locked down.. I am very loyal. but.,.. most cant see the forest for the trees. So they make assumptions, pigeon hole me… turn me into a cliche’… and ultimately drive me away with their own self sabotage.

And thats a tremendous turn off.

I dont do jealousy. I dont do those who give me grief about things I cannot control. I cant control the actions, thoughts and emotions of other people. I am certainly not going to sit back and be blamed for them. I will run my blog as I see fit according to how it flows and moves me. At the end of the day, its still going to be there… no matter what. 

Habits

I can be reserved… quiet… and pensive a lot of the time. I am a deep thinker and meditate. People often mistake this as disinterest. I am naturally in defense mode expecting that everyone has an ulterior motive (because usually they do)… and these thoughts, coupled with my paranoia… dont do well. 

I’m not one to reveal much about my personal self, and thats something that you work for if you really care and want to know. How old are you Mister? Where do you live Mister? Whats your name Mister?

Nah.

I’m not your traditional fly by night Daddy dom. 

I have years of experience, mentor ship and education that I can credit myself to… and anyone whose been around here for more than 5 minutes is going to tell you exactly that I know what I’m talking about and I do it well. Some would consider me an ALPHA in the game, maybe even THEE ALPHA, and along with that status I expect a certain level of thought be put into how I am seen and perceived. 

Yes I am completely narcissistic. I wont try to hide it.
Yes I am selfish at times.
….. I’m a Dom. duh.

I have a lot of power that I could easily abuse…. but I also have this rare thing called standards and morals. Imagine that… hard to believe it actually still exists in our world, but it does. I’m not easy… and I dont think with my dick.

So figure that one out.

 I am also one who has been around the block his fair share, I have owned subs and littles, I have been part of my local community, I have physically taught and trained many, I have studied this lifestyle at a collegiate level, and I have painstakingly crafted a blog in order to pass that wisdom and experience on to others in hopes that they might learn and succeed themselves.

I’m not one of these guys who sits around looking up the ddlg tag, getting my idea of it from porn, and then setting out to claim and conquer every girl I can in the process of trying to get mine and leaving them in the dust.

I have a genuine passion and caring for those in my community, daddy and little, and a great desire to improve the lives of each and every one I come in contact with.,

And if one little messages me telling me that they benefited even in the slightest way from what I do, that makes it worth it for me.

and I dont need a little to do that.

yes it would be nice, and maybe some day I will…

but the one who holds that title, who gives me her great gift of submission, is going to have to be extremely patient, hold no judgments or jealousy, and really take some time to figure me out and realize exactly the kind of opportunity she has sitting in front her… because the one who does that, is the one who is going to beat out all the others.


Everyone gets a shovel….

….. its what you do with that shovel that gets you to the goal.

Its just a shame that most end up using it to dig their own graves.

Starstruck - Tom Holland au

Originally posted by chacecrawford

I’m back with another shitty au but I love to write those so DEAL WITH IT

I already named some of the characters but nothing stops you from naming them differently

again, sorry about my english. I try

let’s get starteeeeed



  • ok it starts with you living in a small town in England with your family
  • you have a sister older than you (let’s just establish that Tom’s 21, your sister is 20 and you’re 19)
  • Mags, your sis, is obsessed with this actor Tom Holland and watches E V E R Y one of his interviews
  • sometimes you think your eyes will fall from your head from rolling so much
  • Dude, can you stop drooling all over him? You don’t even know him”
    We have a connection, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand”
  • it’s not that you’re a bad person, you just know that people might be different off the cameras
  • what if this Tom is just a prick?
  • One day your parents plan a trip to London to visit your grandmother and your sister flps ‘cause Tom lives there
  • It’s not like you’re going to bump into him”
  • then Mags opens a big pink book that you’ve already seen sometimes but never wanted to know about
  • and gosh
  • each page contains things of his routine
  • where he works, lives, drinks, shops
  • she might even know where he shits for god’s sake
  • while Mags jumping around the house looking for missing piece of clothes to put on her bag you’re just thinking about how much you miss your grandma
  • your parents have been absent for most of the time and she was the one who raised you
  • then she had to move to London ‘cause of her husband’s death and you only got to see her once a year
  • so let’s just say you were very excited
  • the car trip was awful
  • it wasn’t long but your sister made it look like an eternity 
  • I can’t wait to go to the Onyx club and see Tom!”
    I hope I can meet him at the Sunset Park”
    I swear I will jump at him if I see him in Miguel’s Gym”
  • when you got there and saw your grandmother doing gardening you just flipped and hug her
  • you’ve always felt so comfortable in her arms
  • it was good until Mags started to complain that you were taking too long and she needed to follow Tom’s routine
  • your parents said that they would only let her go if you came with her
  • Fuck no”
    Mooooom”
    Y/N, language!”
  • after watching your sister almost kneeling to beg for you to come you agreed rolling your eyes while doing so
  • don’t worry, Mags, it runs like a Ferrari”
    a super ugly Ferrari, you mean”
  • it was starting to get dark and you just put on a hoodie and your sneakers to go 
  • you went to your sisters room to find her going crazy about something that you couldn’t really understand
  • I found out that Tom Holland is making an appearence at Onyx club tonight and will meet his fans! I can’t believe the Universe is compensating me”
    “Take a breath, Mags. He’s not all that”
  • she almost threw you at the window
  • she asked for your family car but your parents said that they had to use it so your grandma let her use her car
  • PS: it was a VERY pink car
  • like really pink
  • but Mags wanted to see her so called love and hopped right into the front seat
  • when you got there after almost getting deaf from Mags singing skills you told her that you would stay in the car
  • she didn’t care and jumped out, walking across the street in her very high heels
  • I need those heels to be taller than everyone, then Tom can see me in the crowd”
    Dude, what”
  • so you have been in the car alone for what it felt like hours just watching the city lights and the cars in movement and got bored
  • you tried to call her but she never answered
  • you jumped out of the car and crossed the street to see a big ass line of people trying to get into the club
  • frustrated, you turned around trying to find the back exit
  • when you found it you walked to the door 
  • and bam
  • you were knocked off
  • your head was now pounding and you couldn’t see straight for a moment
  • “ouch”
    “oh fuck, did I just hit you?”
    no, the door hit me by itself”
  • your vision was returning to normal and you started to recognize him
  • those brown curls, sharp jaw and chocolate eyes
  • oh no
  • “wait… you’re Tom…”
  • then suddenly his hand was covering your mouth
  • okay, you need to see a doctor”
  • he literally pushed you to his car
  • you started to feel dizzy the moment he helped you to get on your feet
  • the same door that hit you opened again revealing another familiar face
  • the blonde guy was Tom’s best friend as you remembered from that pink book
  • I know you… you’re Harry… Howard?”
    Harrison, gosh. Who is she, Tom?”
    I don’t know… What’s your name?”
    Y/N”
  • when you got on the passenger seat on what you supposed that was his car you started to feel worse
  • Harrison was in front of you and started to talk to Tom about something that you couldn’t focus 
  • your stomach felt funny and you just turned your face in the blonde direction and threw up
  • the last thing you remembered was you in a hospital bed and a man examinating you
  • his dark hand opened your eyelids and he just gave you a small smile
  • everything looks good”
  • then Tom opened the curtain in a hurry and gave you both a look
  • so she’s okay?”
    out, Tom, for God’s sake”
    “if I’m okay, why did I thow up?”
    “maybe it was something you ate or it was just your reaction to meet this douchebag”
    “it’s a curtain, Anthony, this means I can hear you”
  • you laughed a little and then asked if they knew each other
  • your doctor told you that he and Tom were old friends
  • when you were free to go, the actor received a call from his mother and told him that she needed him in the house right away
  • and he told you that he would drop you at your grandma’s right after
  • after rolling your eyes and arguing a lot you agreed
  • you’ve got to be kidding me. This house could have a small country living in!”
    yeah yeah, let’s go upstairs”
    why do you have so many pictures of yourself? This is so creepy”
  • he took you to his room and told you to stay 
  • bored again, you went to his balcony and watched the view
  • then you stared down and found Tom holding a paper in front of a big crowd and noticed that his hands were shaking a little bit
  • I know that you all came here to watch my new movie trailer, but I wanted to show you a piece of my poetry work… ”
  • as stubborn as you were, you had to admit that it was incredible 
  • it was hard to impress you but booooy
  • but as you watched everyone cheering him, you saw a couple that didn’t look very happy
  • what you didn’t know was that Tom loved to write poetry and always did but never showed anyone
  • it was a huge step to read it in front of a huge crowd
  • he was never scared to act ‘cause he always read what he was told to, but reading a piece that he wrote was a whole new thing
  • by the time he was finished you had already go downstairs and opened his garage door
  • why does he owns so many cars?
  • and he opened the door too, smiling genually 
  • you told me that you would take me home. When?”
    pick a car and we can go”
    “no”
    “So how do you wanna get there? Walking?”
    “yeah”
    “where do you live?”
    “Stratford”
    “ok, we can get there. On tuesday”
  • inhaling deeply you agreed with him and watched him opening the silver car’s door
  • but you were too stubborn and hoppend into the blue one
  • what’s the purpose of that?”
  • while he was driving you started to think about the whole night and felt the urge to roll your eyes
  • then he turned the radio on and a song comes playing on right at the end
  • next came an ad about a new movie and you heard the narrator saying Tom’s name
  • and he started to quote his lines and opened a big smile
  • really?”
    what? I thought you liked it”
    ok, you thought I would be dying to be in a car with Tom Holland listening to him quoting the lines of his new movie ‘cause it’s every fan dream, but guess what”
    what?”
    I’m not your fan”
  • you could see his smile dropping and his face turning into a sad expression
  • god you felt like a monster
  • “you don’t like it?”
  • trying to fix the situation you responded quickly
  • no, I like your movies. I’m just not crazy about you”
  • obviously you added sass to your phrase
  • while Tom was driving he noticed that a black car started to follow them and knew that they were paparazzis 
  • when he parked he saw they getting closer and asked you to crash in your garage
  • you helped to pull his car into the garage and looked for some covers for him to sleep
  • he even asked you if he could find something to use to hide from the paparazzis and you told him to look into the boxes
  • he put on a blue hat and turned to you asking if it was fine
  • your heart stopped for a moment when you realized what hat it was
  • your grandpa’s hat
  • you remember him using it almost every evening when he went fishing by the lake near the house
  • okay… should I take it off?”
    “no, no. You should keep it. Looks good on you”
  • he gave you a weird look and picked up the covers
  • when you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm firmly and gave you a big smile and doe eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat
  • stop doing that”
    doing what?”
    giving me this… this fucking look. I bet you do it all the time, you give the girls this look and expect them to fall for you, but it’s not working for me so get over it”
  • so you fully turned away and closed the door behind you without knowing that he was smiling again
  • the morning after you came to the table to have breakfast with your family and say Mags looking a w f u l
  • she asked for the syrup and your grandma told her that it was in the garage
  • then you panicked
  • you ran after her and started to fight for the garage entrance control
  • and your father came right in and opened it revealing the empty room
  • you were relieved
  • when you two came back to the house, your grandma told Mags that the news were talking about “that boy you like”
  • the reporter was talking about his appearence in the Onyx club for his girlfriend Ella Marie’s birthday and left early
  • with a mysterious girl
  • you were frightened for a moment
  • but then Mags decided that she was going to follow Tom’s schedule again 
  • your mother told you to go with her again and you didn’t even had the energy to argue
  • when you got to the park, Mags started to walk around trying to find her idol
  • I wonder what his eyes looks like up close”
    “brown, like chocolate.”

  • you were lucky that she completly ignored that comment
  • you found a bench with a guy sitting on
  • then you saw the blue hat and smiled, sitting next to him
  • and you thought that it would be fun to mess with him a little and started to talk about the weather and the trees and he got really uncomfortable
  • what gave it away?”
    the hat”
    “it kinda smells like fish”
    “no, I’m pretty sure that’s you”
  • he told you that he never went home because there were 10 paparazzis parked outside his house
  • so he asked for your car and then you made a trade
  • you put his car keys on your sister’s bag and you two went to your grandmas car while hiding from the cameras
  • he gave you his sunglasses to hide even more 
  • when you escaped you started laughing and talking a lot
  • you know, I’m gonna need my sunglasses back”
    I don’t know… I kinda liked them”
    you can have it later”
    for reals? ‘Cause my friends won’t believe that I, Y/N Y/L/N, have actually got Tom Hollands sunglasses from Tom Holland himself! Would you autograph it for me?”
    haha, very funny”
    so how long do we have to stay away?”
    just till the paparazzis leave the park”
  • so Tom suggests for you to do something and takes you to a tour in Londons best places ‘cause you have never went to those
  • he showed you the Big Ben, the Buckingham Palace and even bought a camera to take pictures of you and the guards
  • he wanted to take you to the London Eye but you told him you would throw up all of the toffee pudding you ate
  • then he took you to Madame Tussauds and took lots of pictures of you and his wax figure
  • you even picked at his wax figure nose
  • when you made a stop, you were sitting in Millennium Bridge and he snapped a picture of you 
  • ‘cause you looked so natural and pretty that he couldn’t resist and then he took one of you two together
  • at the end of the tour, you already knew all of his ad lines and were quoting with him earning a lot of laughs
  • you know, I really liked your poem”
    really? I-I… I don’t have much support to write them and-”
    why? That one was awesome and I know the others might be as well”
    my parents doesn’t like them at all”
  • you didn’t know what to say, then you put your hand on his shoulder and caress the spot, reassuring him that it was okay
  • until you spotted the paparazzis following you again
  • Tom drove in another direction while you gave him coordinates
  • when you disregarded them you found yourselves lost in a forest and the car wasn’t moving 
  • then you saw that you were in a big mud puddle sinking the car
  • for your lives, you two jumped into the puddle and swam to the surface and out
  • laying on the grass you inhaled deeply and started to panic ‘cause the car was gone
  • and a anger took over you making you throw everything at Tom
  • calm down Y/N, it wasn’t our fault!”
    yeah, it was mine, because I was so stupid to help you in the first place”
    what are you saying? Why don’t you like me? I thought that after today you would”
    that’s the problem! You think everybody likes you”
    it’s because they do”
    “no, Tom, they just want something from you”
  • you tried to wipe the mud off your arms and clothes and never saw the hurt look on his face
  • you know, your life is not real, Tom. You live in a house that looks like a five-star hotel, have a shitload of cars and money and a girlfriend that you don’t even like”
    “I like her”
    oh yeah? Then why you left her birthday to help a stranger?”
    I… I don’t know!”
    do you even want to be with her?”
  • After a deep exhale you saw the pain in his chocolate eyes 
  • “no. I don’t”
    “and
     can you even name two of your employees?”
    are you telling me that you think I don’t give a damn about them?”
    name them!”
    Rose, Darcy, Jude, Carl, Sierra, Marcus and Jeanine. Want more?”
  • you felt like shit after that, but didn’t let your anger go
  • and then,  while you were arguing, he fell into the tall grass and you screamed for him
  • out of nowhere, he came back and grabbed you, falling into a lake
  • the water cleaned all your anger and threw it away while you two were having fun together
  • after a while, you two came out of the water and sat in a wooden stump while admiring the sunset
  • I wish I could stay here forever”
    why?”
    “’cause here is peaceful. Without paparazzis, parents, girlfriends…”
    and why do you say that?”
    just like you said, they all want something from me”
    “I didn’t mean it like that. I was angry about the car and…”
    “no, you were right, it is like that”
    “it’s just that your life is so different from mine and I don’t understand everything being so public”
    “not everything is so public”
    “like what?”
    “like this”
  • he started to lean in and his flushed lips found yours, sealing a gentle kiss that made it seem like everything else didn’t matter
  • nor Tom’s fame nor Y/N’s ordinary life
  • and you got goosebumps all over your body while his thumb caressed your cheek 
  • when you separated you looked deep into his eyes and noticed that look again
  • you like me”
    you wish”
  • while you two walked back to the park, your fingers were interwined the whole way, never breaking the contact
  • from time to time he kissed your cheek or pecked your lips, receiving smiles from you
  • but when two guys passed you running, he turned into a whole new person, putting your grandpa’s hat to hide from them
  • you feel bad to see that he keeps doing that
  • he doesn’t want to be seen with you and it breaks your little heart
  • back to the real world, this ends here”
    what’s ‘this’?”
    this, us. You can’t tell anybody about what happened today, not even your parents”
    “why? It’s not like they would post it on Twitter or anything”
    but you have to promise me. If anyone knows about this, the media will go crazy”
    why would it go crazy?”
    “’cause I’m Tom Holland and you’re just an ordinary girl”
  • back at it again with the ordinary and celebrity thing
  • you try to go away but he stops you again, saying that he didn’t meant it like that, but you don’t listen
  • you tell him to leave you alone but he stops you again
  • can you give me that camera? I wouldn’t want the pictures to get out”
  • you throw the camera in the grass and he picks it up
  • I don’t want it to end that way”
    how about this, Tom, we both forget about what happened today and live our lifes like before?”
    you don’t understand, Y/N. If the paparazzis sees those pictures they would make up stories and turn everything beautiful into an ugly thing. They ruin everything”
    “they don’t have to, you already did”
  • you get your grandpa’s hat back and turn around, leaving him there with your heart on his hands
  • the rest of the trip you feel empty and sick, not processing any of what happened
  • your parents even took you two to London’s famous spots that happened to be the same that Tom took you and you felt uneasy
  • but you faked it really well
  • while walking you saw the cover of a magazine that reads “Tom Holland and Ella Marie breaks up” and felt a little bit of hope, but it fade away when you remembered about what happened
  • it was so hard for you to forget about the butterflies in your stomach that he gave you when you two kissed
  • when your trip came to an end, you hugged your grandma so tight, never wanting to let go
  • oh darling, I know it hurts right now, but it isn’t as bad as it seems. Life has a way to make everything better”
    you sure, grandma?”
    take a look at me, I’ve been wanting to get rid of that ugly car since your grandpa died”
  • by the time you came home, there were lots of paparazzis in your front yard and you had to pass through them
  • your sister came running to the tv room and put on some channel that was showing Tom doing an interview
  • saying that he didn’t know you
  • I don’t know who this girl is or what she’s saying about me”
  • Gosh, can’t he break your heart a little more?
  • and then he looked at the camera with his look and you felt like crying
  • so you just left the room and ran to your bed
  • for a few days the paparazzis were camping on your frontyard and you got sick of it, coming right at them
  • Y/N, tell us about your weekend with Tom, we only want the truth”
    you don’t want the truth, you want a story. You take a good normal person and turn them into your own reality show. You build them up into a celebrity so you can turn them down in public”
  • you just keep throwing all of your emotions at them and the noise stopped right away, listening and feeling sorry for themselves
  • one more question, who Tom Holland really is?”
  • you wanted to tell the truth, to tell them all your thoughts, but you just couldn’t, so you lied
  • the Tom Holland you want so bad to know about, I never met him. And I never want to”
  • when all of those impostors left your house, you spent the other days reading your books
  • one morning, when you felt like the weather was pure and clear, you grabbed a big book from your shelf and opened the front door to read it on the porch
  • but it wasn’t like the other days
  • ‘cause that day, Tom Holland was in your porch, holding a piece of paper while his fingers were trembling
  • fuck no”
  • you closed the door and heard him calling you again, opening in a fast move
  • Y/N, please, listen to me”
    “why should I?”
    “you shouldn’t, but please, give me this chance”
  • you lick your lips and refuses to look him in the eyes, feeling uncomfortable in his presence
  • I know I messed up, big time, but I’m trying to make things right. I’m trying to be more like a person, just like you told me to”
    good to know, are you done?”
    n-no, actually, I wrote you a poem, and I wanted you to hear it from me, not to read or anything like that. I wanted to read it for you. And please, just listen for it and then I’ll leave you alone, I promise”
  • Again, you inhale for a long time and the exhale, biting your bottom lip, nodding for him to go on
  • “I’m no superman
    I can’t take your hand
    And fly you anywhere
    You want to go
    I can’t read your min
    Like a billboard sign
    And tell you everything
    You want to hear, butI’ll be your hero
    ‘Cause I can be everything you need
    If you’re the one for me
    Like gravity I’ll be unstoppable
    I believe in destiny
    I may be an ordinary guy
    With heart and soul
    But if you’re the one for me
    I’ll be your hero”
  • you almost felt the blood taste in your mouth from how hard you were biting your bottom lip by now
  • you look deep into his eyes and feel that connection again, but now afraid to fall and to be more broken than before
  • Tom, it was nice, but I’m already in pain, so if you could just go…”
    I talked to your grandma, Y/N. She told me to come”
    why does it have to do with any of this?”
    she gave me this”
  • he shows you the hat in his hands and you feel a weird sensation in your stomach again
  • some tears starts to fall from your eyes and burn your cheeks but you don’t mind them
  • I think I like you, Y/N. I’m not supposed to, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you’re ordinary or not, to me, you’re special”
  • your heart skipped a beat and he takes off his sunglasses, placing them on top of your head and earning a big smile from your lips
  • hey, Tom?”
    huh?”
    you’re an asshole”
    it’s okay, you are too”
  • then, you smile at him and your lips meet again, in an embrace that you just wanted so much to feel again
  • how about you get in here and have some lunch with us?”
    that would be great”
A slow-floating boat on the river de-Nial.

    One of my best pals on earth is married to a man who was the Sherriff of a small town in Georgia for over 20 years.  His name is Roger.    I love to get together with them because you can imagine the stories Roger tells.  One of the things he talks about the most is after 20 years how he can tell pretty quickly whether a person is guilty or not and one of the more obvious tells according to Roger is something he calls aggressive denial.

         I think it was Freud who said: “Those who have nothing to hide, hide nothing”.  This dynamic plays out every day on a small level in each of our lives, but more often than not we pay the most attention to it when it happens on a larger scale.  Remember Clinton, Monica and that cigar mess (sorry for the reminder but I’m trying to make a point here) not only did he deny, deny deny, but he was arrogant about it.  How DARE anyone think he did it, blah, blah, blah…and he was guilty as sin.

        More recently we have the case of Brad Pitt, accused of child abuse by Angelina and investigated by child services.    Did Brad go all over the place to talk show after talk show spewing a cloud of denial?   Nope.   I think he made one statement and then went quiet. And you know what?  Brad was cleared of any and all wrongdoing in the investigation.

      See Brad Pitt didn’t have to stand behind a verbal barrage of denial – he was innocent whereas Clinton was guilty with the ONLY thing he had to stand behind was denial.  That’s the tell that Roger sticks with.  Innocent people usually deny only once if at all, then let the truth speak for itself.  It’s the guilty who keep up the denials.

      Now before I go any further, I do have a question. Who in the hell is Liz Warner?   I hear I’m being accused of being a lot of people and if it causes any problem I do apologize to them.  I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m just little ole me. I’ve got  20+ years in the PR business (I will admit, mostly professional sports related but with a LOT of contacts elsewhere), in fact, that little old Starz publicist job ad I posted was sent to me via Glass Door BECAUSE of the resume I have posted on my LinkedIn.  I would give you my LinkedIn profile, but after seeing the nastiness of some people, I think I want to keep my Clark Kent secret.   But back to this in a minute – I want to talk more about denials.

    I laugh every time I get a lot of “hate response” from one of my blogs.  It simply means I’ve hit a nerve with them.  The more they talk about how I am figment of someone’s imagination or stupid or idiotic or not in PR, the more I know that something I said has upset them.   If they truly found what I said to be idiotic and stupid, they’d go “meh” roll their eyes and go on with life, BECAUSE IT WOULDNT MATTER!  Seriously, its pretty much what I do every time I read something they’ve posted!

    The only reason anyone reacts angrily is that they see something that logically refutes their position.  It makes them mad not because they see it as something silly, but because they see it as something that makes their truth look silly!   Remember a few blogs ago when I talked about how most people will respond more quickly in anger than if they’re pleased with something.   This is the same thing.  And nothing makes a person angrier than getting caught or looking stupid.

     I find it funny that none of them are rebutting the CONTENT of what I said…they’re trying to refute me as a person.    So here I am putting out some truths about PR that they CAN’T refute so the only avenue left for them is to discredit me by claiming I’m a non-person or an invention by someone else?  Well, I have an idea that might help some of these people realize they’re dealing with a real gal that I would be more than happy to participate with.

      DragonCon is happening here in Atlanta in the next few weeks and a certain “Captain” is scheduled for attendance, I would assume his “handler” will be there as well.   I’ll have friends that have a booth there so I’ll be happy to show up.  If you want to know if I’m real and verify my credentials, why don’t we just meet and have a nice little chat, I’d be happy to buy lunch even.   I could bring along a couple of players – maybe a couple of the big old linebackers whose personal PR I handle from time to time – I’m sure they will have no trouble convincing you I’m a living, breathing, experienced PR exec.

 Or you could just keep on floating down your river of de-nile…    

Lucky Day - Z.H.

A/N: I feel like everyone was swerving (or at least thinking about it) into Zach’s lane after the music video dropped soooo I wrote some Zach fluff. I think we need it.
Also, I’m thinking about taking requests but idk if I should do it lol.

It was just a normal day at the Why Don’t We house. The boys finally had a free day after travelling back and forth and filming the music video for their newest song. Although you had been on set with them while they were shooting, you still hadn’t seen the final cut. So when Daniel announced that the editor finished, you rushed downstairs to watch it, excited to see how it had turned out.


You had met the boys back in December while walking through the streets of Los Angeles. You had lived there your whole life yet you never got bored of the city. You were too lost in your thoughts to watch where you were going. Only when you heard a scream followed by some mumbling did you look up. Cursing yourself for being so clumsy, you looked up, your eyes widening and cheeks turning red. You had managed to spill the coffee you were carrying on a guys’ shirt and judging from his expression he wasn’t all too happy about it. Next to him stood four older boys and you could tell they were trying their hardest not to laugh. You zoned out once again, staring at the group. How can they be so cute?

“You just spilled your coffee on my shirt. On my white shirt might I add. And now you’re just standing there gawking at me stupidly.”

That seemed to shake you out of your trance. With an eye roll you turned your heads towards the boy again and said “Who are you calling stupid? You ran into me, it’s not my fault you weren’t looking where you were going.”

You felt bad for being mean, you knew he wasn’t the one to blame but the tone of his voice just put you on edge. And you certainly wouldn’t let him get away with calling you stupid. Who did he think he was?
His friends couldn’t hold it in any longer and started laughing hysterically. A small giggle escaped your mouth as well. That just seemed to anger the boy in front of you more, resulting in him glaring at you. If looks could kill, you would have been 20 feet under the ground by now. What’s his problem anyways? It’s not like I killed his puppy or anything.

“You need to calm down, dude. It’s just a coffee stain.” the blonde one said.

The guy with the curls looked at you. “What’s your name?” How does he get his hair so curly? It can’t be natural, right?

“I’m (Y/N). Are those curls real?”

The guys all laughed at your bluntness, well expect the grumpy head who was still shooting daggers your way. Good thing he’s cute.

“I can tell we’re gonna be good friends.”


You never would have guessed that your clumsiness could work out in your favour but here you were 8 months later. You’ve been there through it all and you couldn’t be more proud to call these boys your best friends. You hung out with them every day and they even brought you on tour with them. You’re incredibly close to all of them. Except Zach. He still didn’t like you but you couldn’t blame him. You two really didn’t have the best start after all. Still, that didn’t stop you from having a crush on him. Stupid, right? But you couldn’t control your feelings.

You were sitting in the kitchen reading when all the boys walked in with a laptop, ready to show you the video. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You were crapping your pants. The huge smile didn’t leave your face for one second and when it ended you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal, jumping around like a little kid on Christmas.

“It’s amazing! The editor did such a great job and you guys just look fabulous. The fans are gonna love it! Seriously, you all look so happy and don’t even get me started on the outfits. And Corbyn, oh my god, the glasses, ughh I-“

“Would you stop being so damn cute?” Zach cut off your rambling and you froze. Did he just call you cute? No, you probably heard wrong. You turned to him trying to form a sentence that would make sense and not sound like you just lost a few brain cells.

The other guys looked at each other, deciding to leave you and Zach alone to talk about whatever happened only a few seconds prior. You just kept looking at Zach, your heart beating like crazy. Don’t get your hopes up (Y/N), don’t let him see the effect he has on you. You could tell he was growing uncomfortable so you tried to say something but the only thing that came out was a very intelligent “What?” Real smooth, (Y/N), great job.

Your blushing cheeks and discomfort made Zach smile a bit. He also didn’t miss the hopeful look in your eyes when you turned around. That gave him the confidence he needed and after taking a deep breath he said “Stop being so cute, it’s driving me crazy. It makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t do.” He took a step towards you and looked you in the eyes.

“Like what?” you whispered shakily, not trusting your voice.

“Like this.” And with that he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and closing the gap between you. The kiss was short and sweet but it still made you feel all warm, sending your heart into overdrive.

With your eyes still closed you felt Zach leaning his forehead against yours. “I really like you and I hope you like me too. If you don’t, well, then I just made this whole situation between us even more awkward then it already was.”

Chuckling lightly, you opened your eyes. “I guess it’s your lucky day then.”

He smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly and shouting at the boys that yes, you liked him back.

Tutorial/ Work process

I remembered I promised (back in January, uff) to make some kind of tutorial or work process of this artwork, after some of you asked me.



So, here you go, from the beginning to the end in more or less 25 steps with photos and three short videos and comments :D.

Everything’s under the cut, because it’s a lot.


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The 26 things I’ve learned from life:
1. Be nice. Make it a part of who you are, not something you act out only when it’s convenient. Be nice, be nice and be nice. Even to people who don’t deserve it. No, you’re not being stupid nor are you foolish. Be nice because you care more about your heart. Be nice to the point that your heart doesn’t accept anger and hatred within it. Being nice to people is an act of kindness to yourself.
2. Everyone is afraid. No one really knows what’s going on. Some people are just better at pretending. Some people have mastered the art of going through the motion. But the fear of life is always there. So don’t let them fool you. It’s okay to be scared. You just have to stand your ground, again and again. Be scared still, but don’t stop from choosing the right thing.
3. Stop using and blaming the past for who you are, for the things you can control now. Your past isn’t catching onto you. No, you’re standing still, glancing over your shoulder and you’re waiting for it to swallow you whole. Don’t blame the past for the decision you’ve made to stop walking and moving forward.
4. This number is lucky because I say so. Because I believe so. It doesn’t matter what others think. It doesn’t matter that the Japanese believe it’s a number of death. As long as my belief doesn’t harm myself and anyone else, I can believe in anything I want. And yeah, I’m talking about a lot more than just my lucky number.
5. I can eat ice cream for breakfast. I have full control of my own life. I know when to stop, I know when it’s getting too much, I know what’s best for me because I know myself better than anyone. Don’t let people tell who you should be, what you should do. Because no matter how old you are, there’s always going to be someone who tries to do that. Don’t let them. Know yourself. Have that ice cream for breakfast if you want to.
6. Daydream more. It’s not a waste of time. It’s an attempt at surviving reality. Life can be harsh sometimes so you’re not weak or silly for daydreaming about things that are surreal and perfect. Imagine things being better and then you’ll have the strength to make them better. Because you wouldn’t be able to let go of that feeling…of perfection in your head. The perfection you could have for real.
7. Stop saying ‘… should be realistic’ and make it sound so negative. Chances are you’re going to achieve your dream if you work on it hard enough, if you believe in yourself enough, if you let go of things enough. Why do people use reality as an excuse to give up on things? Yes, let’s be realistic. Realistically, you can be happy, you can be successful, that person can love you back, and you can go through the hard times. Realistically, you can.
8. Read. You’re reading this long and boring list? Good. That’s a start. Now continue. Read every book you can find. Learn. Seek for more. Don’t ever get satisfied with what you know, no matter how smart you think you are, you don’t know enough. There’s so much of this world that you can’t possibly know in a lifetime. Don’t risk on missing out on anything.
9. Be sad. We’re not supposed to be happy all the time. Allow yourself the time to acknowledge how tired you are, allow yourself room to be real. Stop pretending that you’re fine when you’re not. Be sad, take the time you need. Hole up in your room and cry or listen to soothing music and sleep in all day. It’s okay. Afterwards you’ll be ready to be happy again.
10. It’s the thought that counts. I grew up with that rather religious value. When you already intend on doing something good, even when you haven’t said it out loud or acted out on it, God would already take into account your good intention. But it works the same way with bad intentions. So, just because you don’t say those bad things out loud or act on them, you’re still a bad person for thinking it. Slow down on the judgment and prejudice.
11. Stop comparing yourself with pretty much everyone else that you believe to be much luckier. They are who they are because they’re meant for it. You’re meant for something too but you wouldn’t be able to see that if you keep wishing to do what other people do or be someone else. You’re meant to be for you.
12. Don’t stop believing in fairy tales. What a sad life one must have if all they can see is the world as how it is and not as something more. One of these days, you’ll run out of things to live for if you keep counting only on the things you can touch or see, you can count and gain. There’s so much more to life that only requires you to have just a bit of faith.
13. Stop talking too much. Words can easily be misunderstood. Words can be twisted and used against you. Words can be so deadly when they’re said the wrong way. Talk when it’s necessary, when it’s true and when it’s out of kindness. Other than that, just shut your mouth and listen.
14. If you’re lucky enough to have been raised by decent parents, don’t ever stop cherishing them. You would always have your differences, your ups and downs. You may live your own life now but you wouldn’t be here without them so make sure you let them know how much you appreciate and love them. Don’t wait.
15. Don’t be too afraid to ask for help. You can be the most independent person in the world and you’d still need a helping hand here and there. Ask for it. Having too much pride in yourself wouldn’t do you any good in the end. There’s no shame in this. You still got everything under control.
16. Be so comfortable with yourself that you’re unafraid to do things alone. Go see that movie alone, treat yourself to a nice lunch, and go to bookstores. Why are some people so afraid of being alone? You can’t truly appreciate others’ existence when you can’t even stand being alone with the voices in your head.
17. Seventeen was the age when I thought I was supposed to be a certain way. That I was supposed to be this and that. And then I realized that that’s not the case. Just because society dictates us to follow this unspoken timeline and norms doesn’t mean we should succumb to it. It’s your life, make it your own.
18. Why are you in such a rush? Take time to slow down and just…be. You just achieved that one goal you had on your list. Revel in that small glory, enjoy it, you deserve it. Why should you move on so quickly to what’s next? Be grateful now, for any and every single thing you have, no matter how small. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Just focus on today.
19. When I was 19, I found out that fireflies are real. I know, I know. How oblivious I was. I used to think they’re just magical creatures out of books and stories. But then I got to see them and I was assured once again, magical things don’t just exist in books. Cherish the mundane things you’re so familiar with as if it’s magical. Because they are.
20. Forgive. Yeah, it’s one of the things that are easier said than done. But what good is it, holding on to anger and resentment? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you just want to let it go? Forgive the people who have wronged you. Forgive yourself for all your past mistakes. Forgive and let your heart be light.
21. Don’t expect things from anyone. At least not too much. Because yeah, we’re humans, we can’t stop ourselves from expecting. But nothing can disappoint you more than your own expectations. There are some things that are meant to be given without being asked. So if you don’t get them, move on.
22. Don’t wait on New Year’s to make up a list of resolutions. Don’t make up a bucket list as an ultimate goal you want to achieve because of death. Use life as the reason. You’re alive now. Act like it. Do those things you want to do now. Don’t wait for the perfect moment. Make new friends. Travel. Learn that new language. Ride a motorcycle. Anything. Do it now.
23. You don’t need that many friends. Just keep the ones that are worthy. Popularity feels good, I’m sure. But it doesn’t make you feel understood. All we ever need is to be cared for and treated right. You can only have that when you open yourself just enough to let people in and of course, you don’t let just about anyone come inside your fort.
24. Eat. Foods are like the easiest access to happiness. No one with full and satisfied tummy ever really complain about anything. Try different things. Be adventurous. Don’t limit yourself too much. You can always work out a sweat later on. And of course, stay hydrated too. Your skin would appreciate it.
25. Smile and laugh more. It doesn’t need that many muscles on your face to pull off a genuine smile. Just let it all out. Be merry and joyful not only during the holidays. Try to have it every day. If you just look, there’s always a reason to smile. Just look and give it a chance. It’ll come to you so easily. As easy as do-re-mi…okay, I’ll stop before I decide to sing the whole song.
26. Love. Just love. Love yourself. Love others. Love the world around you and the sky above you. The most important thing that you should know by now is that any emotion is a choice and if love is one of the strongest emotions humans can have then you’re making the bravest choice ever in your life. Choose to love.
—  December 4th 2016, Happy birthday to me…
Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Being a 20 year old virgin can lead to the worst but also to the best.

Hey ya’ll so once upon a time, a adorable, sweet talented writer buy the name of Kurbey asked me to collaborate and add a few pieces to her wonderful fic and I happily accepted! So i wrote the smut of course because I’m the crazy horny one and she wrote the beautiful rest! So pretty please check out her blog imaginethatdan because it is absolutely amazing. Ciao and if you liked please follow, like, reblog, or message me! Thanks for reading!

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You look into the mirror for the last time checking your make up. You still weren’t sure if this date was a good idea. You had finally giving into Steve, a guy who you had classes with. He had asked you out multiple times and every time you had come up with some sort of excuse to say no because he wasn’t the guy you wanted to go out with. But the guy that you did wanted to go out with happened to be your best friend, Dan. Which meant that that was a dream that could never come true. So to get your mind off of Dan you had finally said yes to Steve.

A car honks outside. No turning back now, you think as you grab your bag and head outside. Steve takes you to a nice restaurant where you eat the most delicious food. It never gets quiet as he always has something to talk about and you can’t say that you’re having a bad time but you’re just not into it. All the topics that Steve talks about just don’t interest you that much. Which causes your mind to wonder off to the one person you were trying to not think about.

After having had your favorite dessert you are back in Steve’s car. Some cheesy r&b is playing and you are desperately trying to block it out. Because of this and the absence of a conversation, you are not paying attention to the road and only noticed that you are not at your place when the car stops. The car’s parked on the empty parking lot of the local shopping center. As you turn around to ask Steve what the hell is going on, his lips crash onto yours. You go into some sort of shock, causing you to freeze up and blank out. But 3 seconds later you snap back and push him off of you.

“What the fuck?” You scream as you whip your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Come on, babe.” He has a smug grin on his face and before you know it, he dives in again. He kisses you forcefully and pushes you back against the car door. One hand is high on your tight and the other hand is low on your neck. A million alarm bells go off in your head. This could not be happening. This simply could not be happening! His hands seems to move really fast as all of the sudden one hand is under your dress and the other is on your breast.

“No, no! Get off!” You push at him with all your power which effectively gets him off of you. You try to open the door but find it locked.

“What is your problem?” He asks with an irritated look on his face.

“My problem?! Keep your fucking hands off me, you ass!”

“Oh god, really? You gonna be like that? What are you, a virgin or something?”

You pull your dress down and look anywhere but at him. Yes you are a virgin and yes you are 20 but it isn’t like this is your choice. You believe in love but haven’t found it yet so yes you still have your v-card.

“You are, huh? Well I can change that for you.” His hand travels up your leg again. You slap it away and try to get further away from.

“Fuck off.” You can hear the fear in your voice and mentally slap yourself for it.

“Of course! I should have know you were a stuck up bitch. A pathetic prude really. Why the hell did you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Because I liked you? Oh baby,” He grabs your chin in his hand forcing you to look into his face, “I just wanted to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.” You snatch your face lose. Never in your life have you felt this embarrassed and hurt.

“Well, seems likes I ain’t going to be fucking you tonight so get out.”

You hear the locks opening. You grab your bag and nearly fall out of the car in your haste to get out. You hear the door being closed and you have to jump aside to not get run over by an angry Steve who speeds away with a roaring motor.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you look around. You are standing alone in the parking lot, not knowing how to get back to your dorm and cold because you didn’t have a jacket. You rumble in your bag looking for your phone. As you lift it to your ear, you feel just how hard you’re trembling. After 3 rings the phone on the other side gets picked up.

“Hello?”

“Dan?” Seems your voice is shaking just as hard as your hands.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Can you maybe come and get me?” A tears slides down your cheek. Great, now you weren’t going to be able to stop.

“Get you? Weren’t you on a date? What happened?” You hear how the worry gets overpowered by anger in his voice and how he seems to be moving around.

“Can you just come and get me? I’m at the parking lot at the shopping center.”

“I’m on my way.” You hear how he gets out of his flat and into his car before the line dies. As you put your phone away, more tears make their way down your cheeks. You know that Dan will be there within 5 minutes as he lives close by but he comes to a screeching stop way faster than that. He leaves his car running as he gets out and with a couple of powerful strikes he’s standing before you pulling you into his arms. Every emotion just hits you at once. How scared you had been that Steve wouldn’t stop, how you had feared that you wouldn’t be able to get out of his car. How embarrassed and hurt you were by what he had said. And how happy and relieved you are that Dan is here. You can’t suppress the sob that escapes you throat. Your whole body starts shaking as you cling to Dan who holds you even tighter. One hand holds your head against his chest, his other arm holds you tight against him and his chin rests on top of your head.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m here.”

His soothing soft words and calming heartbeat make the tears slowly stop but you’re still shaking. His hand runs through your hair as he asks if you’re okay. You lift your head as you nod. Before you get the chance to do it yourself, Dan cups your face in his hands and wipes the remaining tears away with his thumbs. His gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before he takes you under his arm and leads you to the car where he opens the door to let you in. During the ride to his flat you try to compose yourself as your emotions and thoughts still run wild.

Once you both are inside, Dan sits you down and  asks again what happened. You start telling about how Steve asked you out multiple times and how the date went. You tell how you didn’t realize where you were until it was too late. How Steve tried to force himself on you and what his intensions were. And all the things he said to you.

Dan jumps up and starts pacing.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to beat him up until he’s fucking dead!”

“Dan, please. Just punching him in the face a couple of times will do.” You give him a small smile as he comes to sit next to you. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes.

“Promise me that you won’t believe one word of what he said? He’s a dick for not respecting you and there’s nothing wrong with not having done it.”

“Is it?” You ask as you pull your hands back.

I think there is something wrong with it. I think there is something wrong with me. I’m 20 years old, that’s not normal! I’m missing out on the basic thing that humans do. I want to know what the fuss is about. I want to know why it’s such a big deal and it bothers me that I don’t know and that’s all because I’m waiting for love.”

Now it was you who was pacing. Dan is looking at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place but you are too worked up to think about it.

“I’m done waiting. God knows how long it’s going to take before I find what I’m looking for. I just want someone who respects me and just get-get it over with.”

Your frustration has taken off and you are a bit out of breath after your little rant. Also, you are getting a bit nervous by the intense stare that Dan’s giving you.

“I respect you.” Dan says in a rather low voice.

“I would hope so with you being my best friend and stuff.” You mumble. Why did you start to feel so awkward? And why are Dan’s cheeks so red?

“No, you said you wanted someone who respects you. I do. And I know you and I wouldn’t hurt you and. And. Well, yeah, I totally would understand if you don’t want this but I guess, I guess I’m offering…”

That was unexpected. Your mind starts working on top speed. Is this a good idea? He is your best friend, would this ruin your friendship? And you already have a crush on him so there’s that problem too. But you have meant what you said. And he was offering. And now he’s getting up. And looking disappointed. And maybe even hurt. And fuck it all…

“Okay.”

Dan’s head snaps up to look at you.

“Okay, I guess.” You say again as you bite your lower lip. You are both staring at each other and you see how Dan’s eyes start sparkling again. He slowly walks towards you and then reaches out a hand to you. You look at his hand and then let your eyes look up at his face. When you see his calm look and the hidden smile in the corner of his mouth, you reach out and let your hand slip into his. He slowly leads you to his room where he turns on his amber lamp, casting an orange glow in the room.

This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You have no clue what to do. You feel so awkward and nervous and your heart is beating so fast that you fear you may get a heart attack. You’re staring at your feet when you feel a tentative hand brushing your long hair behind your ear. You lift your head and look up into Dan’s warm brown eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and a shiver runs over your spine. He cautiously cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours as if he’s just as nervous as you. You seem to drown in his eyes as you always do  and when you let your eyes flicker to his lips, it seems that that is all the permission he needs as he bents down to capture your lips with his. His hand slips into your hair as his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you close. A warmth from your core spreads through your entire body. You put your arms around his neck as your lips move with his. Even though his lips are always chapped, they feel soft and warm against yours. How many times you have dreamed of this, how much have you wished to feel his lips on yours. You start to forget that he’s just doing you a favor, that he’s just helping you with something you asked. Instead you start to think that maybe he wants you. As Dan pulls you even closer you feel a deferent kind of warmth spreading in you. When Dan’s lips leave you and he rests his forehead against you, you notice that you have forgotten to breath. You’re glad he’s still holding you close as you’re shaking and you’re afraid your knees might just give in. His hand slips out of your hair and onto your neck where his thumb softly rubs your skin. You lift your head a bit so you can look at him. His pupils are dilated and his eyes seem darker and you can hear that he’s breathing deeper.

“Dan…” You whisper but then his lips crash back onto yours. He’s no longer tentative as he kisses you passionately and begs for entrance. Your hands slip into his hair as his grip on you tightens so much he almost lifts you off the ground. Soon his lips leave yours to travel down your face to your neck and his hands start exploring your back. Not really sure what to do as you’re feeling to many things at once, you follow his example and let your hands explore his back. You have always had a love for his back and arms and you can’t contain yourself as your mind is too far gone. You slip your hand under his shirt and oh what a wonderful thought that was! It’s just as smooth and warm as you imagined. Dan gently starts sucking on your neck causing your eyes to fall shut. You feel his breath on your neck and a noise escapes your mouth. Soon his lips find yours again and you slightly stumble backwards as he walks you towards his bed. He gently puts you down and reaches behind his neck to pull off his shirt. As he lowers himself over you, all your doubts are gone.

~~~~

He hovers over you for a few seconds, just staring, wondering, and you suddenly feel your cheeks heat up. Why is he staring at me like that? You think. Oh god I hope I don’t have something in my teeth, did I even brush my teeth? Ew what if I have lipstick on them?

“Y/N?” He whispers and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah?” You say softly.

He hesitates for a second, like he’s mentally debating whether to say whatever it is he’s thinking. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” His lips twitch at the edges as he shows that sexy sideways smirk that makes you weak at the knees every time. But of course, the only response you can give at the moment is to look down and blush, way too bashful at the moment, but Dan’s your best friend. He’s knows you just suck at taking compliments, and hate to blush, even though he loves it, and he knows that his compliments, no matter how little they are, mean the world to you.

He smiles a bit wider and dips his head down to leave sweet kisses up and down your neck, to let you get it together again. You bring your hand down and run it across his naked chest, feeling each muscle move with his breathing. You circle your hand back up to his shoulder blades then down towards his back and eventually to the front of his pants. You blush a little as you feel the little hairs near his pelvis. He grunts a little as and he tries to muffle it in your neck, but you definitely heard it and smirk to yourself. However, when his head swiftly lifts back up to look at you, you let it instantly fall, not wanting him to see how foolishly happy this is making you. Happy but nervous.

“Um, is it o-okay if I…” You ask shyly, hinting towards his jeans. You blush at the thought of seeing him in his boxers then eventually naked.

“You want to take them off?” He smirks. Goddammit he knows you want to but too shy to admit it. But there is something arousing about undressing him with your hands and watching as each layer sheds, bringing you closer to each other with each removal. You nod while biting your lip and blushing, hoping he doesn’t tease too much. “Alright baby girl, you can.” Hmm, baby girl, why is that so fucking hot? And where did these little names come from? Maybe it means he’s turned on, which is a good sign but maybe you’ll discover another sign as soon as you get those tight damn jeans off.

You lead your hands down to the zipper and your eyes follow as you feel his eyes burning and staring at you. You got to the belt first, then follow with the zipper and eventually button, going slowly because teasing is a good thing right? And also being somewhere between so excited you could have ripped his jeans open and so nervous you could have frozen at the spot, so this was a good pace for you.

As soon as they are loose he brings one hand down to take them off awkwardly as he tries to hold himself up with the other hand. But as he trying to take his jeans off and you’re helping him, his head swings around and hits you right in your cheek somewhat hard and you let out a squeak.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” He says with worry in his eyes, but because of the clumsy situation and the silence that you are used to when you’re with Dan, you giggle and it soon turns into a laugh as he joins you.

“Clumsy as always Howell.” You joke. Then suddenly, everything is normal again. I mean you’re still excited and horny and incredible turned on, but it didn’t feel like you were about to have sex for the first time with a person you’ve never even flirted with until this night, but like you’ve known him forever and whatever you do, it won’t be awkward or embarrassing because 1. You were already like that 2. So was he and 3. Because he’s your best friend and he understood. For once, someone understood what it was like to be as awkward and protected and just scared. But in a way, it made you feel the exact opposite; confident and free and happy. So incredibly happy you can feel it bursting from your heart and eyes and mouth as you smile up at your idiot of a best friend and he smiles right back. You look down and see him in his boxers, black Calvin Klein pair, and blush again.

“And awkward as always Y/L/N.” He laughs when he sees the tint on your cheeks. “As much as I want to make fun of you more…” He starts when his laughter dies down, “I am very close to naked and you are not and we should fix that. Come on, get up.” He says gently as he stands up off the bed and reaches his hands out for you to take. Once you are both up he leans down to kiss you and you both smile into it. Then you feel his large hands grip into the zipper by your neck and you shiver a bit at the touch. He detaches from your lips to read your expression as he slips the metal object down to your bum where it ends and he slips the sleeves off, kissing each shoulder as he does so. Then all at once that fabric falls to your feet, still wearing the heels you put on for your terrible, traumatizing date earlier. Weird, you completely forgot about that asshole.

His eyes explore the newly exposed skin, but not in a predatory disrespectful way, but curious and almost anxious look. You follow his gaze and look down and eternally roll your eyes at your totally mixed-matched underwear and bra. But you secretly thank God for remembering to shave. “Wow.” He whispers almost to himself and that’s when you scan your eyes over his entire body for the first time and notice the bulge in his boxers, and then his cute little love handles, his faint happy trail, then his ratty, messy hair, and enormous feet and everything in between. “Baby, come here.” He whispers breathlessly and you notice his fists clench and you wonder why. Nevertheless, you step forward so your chest is touching his and he brings his hand up to sweep some hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. His other hand is twitching forward to touch you then retracting back as he mentally decides whether to touch you or not.

“Dan…”

“I just want to touch you. Damn I do, but you need to tell me if I can. I don’t want to be like that fucking twat who couldn’t keep his hands out of your shirt. I need you to know I want you but only if you want me too.” He rushes out and flickers his eyes around the room, avoiding your stare. You’re left speechless honestly, but out of pure happiness and affection.  You bring your hand up to cup his jaw and slowly bring his face to face yours. As his eyes meet yours, you smile, letting him know you are serene and comfortable with everything at the moment. You look down and hold the back of his hand in yours and bring it up to your breast, letting him hold you as you hold him.

“Touch me Dan.” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “I want you to.” You smile. His eyes light up and you bring your hand off his as he squeezes and fondles you and snakes his other hand around your waist, holding your bum in his hand. You reach up and place your lips on his in a passionate kiss.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and in return making a daring move and bit his, pulling at it a bit with a smirk on your face. He leads you back over to the bed and sets you down to sit on it at the end of the bed and reach up to capture his lips in yours but he pulls back with a smirk, making you pout. “What’s wrong princess?” Usually, he uses that name to tease you, but this was now in a different manner, one you much preferred.

“I just like kissing you is all.” You blush and pout and he smirks at your honesty.

“How much do you think you’ll like it when I kiss between your thighs?” He whispers into your ear and you feel your breath sharpen at his words. “With my tongue on you…” He continuous as his hand runs down your curves. “And you moaning my name.” He smiles.

“Please.” You can’t help the whimper that emits from your lips, but begging seemed appropriate because as much as you hate to admit, you were desperate for him at this point. Without another word he kneels down between your thighs and slips the shoe of your right foot off and kisses your ankle before doing the same with the other side. His kisses move up your shaven soft legs one inch at a time and by the time he makes it to your thighs, you’re already panting. Then they get closer and closer to your heat and the anticipation is killing you softly. Finally, he presses a gentle kiss on the fabric covering you and you let an embarrassing noise of misery.

Then, he has the nerve to look up at you between his lashes with his sideways smirk and asks, “Can I?” as he tugs at the hem of your underwear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say under your breath and he just chuckles. “Yes, please Dan.” You sigh out. He smiles and slips the fabric off and you gasp as the cold air hits your wet core.

“Are you okay?” He asks seriously and you look down and run your hand through his hair. You nod before he says, “lay back baby.” You do as he says and you stare up at the ceiling until you feel his tongue take a bold long lick up your folds and you gasp out and grab a hold of his hair as the shock of inner electricity flows through you. “Is…that okay?” You hear him ask in a small voice.

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Can y-you…do it again Dan?” You ask in such a small voice you wonder if he even hears it. But you know he does when his grip on your thighs tightens slightly and he lets out a deep breath, like he was holding his breath since he asked you.

“Okay.” He answers and you feel the warmth of his mouth cover over your heath as he sucks and licks your clit and you let out a strangled moan. It was so foreign and new and just felt so damn good that it was hard not to scream. He continues and alternates between kissing, sucking, and licking but you are so lost into it, you don’t know in what order and you don’t care. Moans are escaping your lips more and more frequently and after the first few, your face grows hot with embarrassment and you bring one hand up that was gripping the sheets, up to your mouth and covering it to suppress the embarrassing noises. Before the knot in your stomach can even intensify, his mouth leaves from between your thighs to the back of your hands covering your face as he gently moves them.

“Don’t’ do that Y/N, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He says softly, kissing your nose after.

You just groan and cover your face again, making him chuckle before bring your hands above your head, him holding them both in his one hand. “Why are you so embarrassed dude?”

Dude. Even naked and about to take your virginity, he says dude. But, you preferred it anyway.

“I don’t know… I’m just… I don’t know.” You chuckle a bit. “I was just a little too into it I guess.” You say shyly.

“Well…” He says as he runs his hands softly against your curves, tracing patterns into your soft skin, leaving a tingling anywhere he touched. “I kinda want you to feel good, I mean it’s sort of the point.” He giggles, making you blush again as you roll your eyes playfully.

“Whatever.” You giggle.

“Well, did it?” He asks bluntly.

“Wait what?”

“Did it feel good?” He says quietly and with a slight groan to his voice, almost like morning voice.

“Well, I mean…”

“Y/N, tell me how good I make you feel.” And suddenly his lips are on your neck and the fabric from his boxers are rubbing against your thighs and you realize he is rocking gently over you. “Beg for it, tell me you want it.”

Now usually, you would not intentionally beg, especially to a man who literally had you cornered and defenseless, vulnerable and needy beyond belief. But, it wasn’t the hormones or the passion making you give up your morals, it was that realization of it wasn’t begging, because you did want it and there’s nothing wrong with wanting something. And unbelievably he wanted it to, which considering since you are a virgin, never happened too often. And feeling good and making someone as amazing, sexy, beautiful, and kind as Dan feel good also, well what the hell’s wrong with that?

“I want it Dan. Please, I want you to make me feel good. ”

“Yeah?” he smiles and he looks up to you, nodding his head in encouragement.

“Yeah.” You smile.

He smiles back and kisses your nose. “Okay, so this is going to hurt but I promise I’ll take care of you. You trust me right?”

You softly kiss his lips and nod with a slight smile on your face. He’s your best friend, of course you trust him. However, you guess best friends aren’t really in your position, so nothing should be implied at this point.

“Yeah dude, I trust you.” You whisper with a smile. He smiles back and shifts his body, looking down at where your bodies now meet. Slowly, you feel his tip enter and then some until he’s only halfway. And oh shit, it does hurt. Now you’re really not one for crying, except for when you were sexual harassed, which to be fair, is understandable, but your eyes watered undesirably from the stinging down below. You could feel the intense stretch and your walls squeeze and contract trying to push the foreign body out. How do women give birth what the hell? Oh god, does it hurt him too? How much do I bleed? It’s so quiet in here, can we put on music? Please tell me he isn’t staring at me. Do I look hurt? I don’t want to offend him. Fuck, I wish we were watching Netflix right now. I think Mean Girls is now on. I really like that movie, haha it’s so “fetch”. Wait why the fuck am I thinking right now? Dan’s penis is literally in me and all I can think about is Mean Girls. To be honest, it’s better than thinking about the pain. Ow oh yeah the pain, fuck that hurts. Oh no eyes, don’t do it…

“Oh my god, Y/N are you crying?”

“N-no.” You breathe out pathetically.

“Do you want me to pull out, because I can…” He says as his length starts to move out, only adding to more pain.

“WAIT! Wait, wait stop Dan please.” You beg. You don’t mean to make him feel bad, but he needed to know. “Ow fuck.” You say under your breath closing your eyes briefly, but instantly regret it.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean-”

“- I know Dan, it’s okay.” You try smiling behind your tears, making you chuckle out. He smiles sadly at you, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Dan, I want you to move.” You whisper out kindly, subconsciously saying you are still completely okay and happy with the situation at hand.

“Yeah?” He smiles, but this time it’s not sad or fake, its genuine, your favorite one of his smiles.

You giggle, the pain subsiding now. “Yeah.”

“Alright.” He whispers, still looking right into your eyes, smiling. A few moments pass by before you speak up, “…Dan?”

“Oh right.” He mumbles before snapping out of his daydream, making you giggle. He cautiously draws his hips back then forward, making more of him sink into you and you hiss out. He gives you a worried and apologetic look but you quickly speak up.

“No, no I’m okay. Again.” You pant, closing your eyes. He does so and your back arches as the pleasure starts to flow through your veins, replacing the pain.

“Good?” He asks gently.

“Fucking amazing.” You moan out making him chuckle. His hips draw back then forward than back again, until you both are in perfect rhythm with each other movements. Even the sound of moans completes the piece creating the perfect orchestra, well, more like cheap mix tape. Nevertheless, the moment was hot and heavy but just right. Your mind starts to wonder, is this just a favor or confession? Is Dan just doing this because you wanted to lose your virginity and he was in the right place and right time or did he actually want to be with you. You know it sounds absurd, he’s your best friend for god’s sake, but all this, just felt too real. Every touch, and sound, compliment, baby, and look just seemed so real, almost like a dream you want to wake up to. You shake the thoughts out of your head, not letting stupid emotions ruin this moment for you. All you know is you’re with Dan and that alone could make you the happiest girl on earth. A few minutes of slow fucking pass by and you realize you still have your eyes closed shut, but not really intend on doing anything about it.

“Look at me.” A harsh whisper wakes you and you flutter your eyes open. He cradles your face in his hand and kisses your cheek. “That’s right baby, just look at me.” He groans.  You stare into his hard stare that on the outside seems tough but you can find the small glint of playfulness behind them, the one you always see when you’re with him. He rocks his hips faster, making you moan out loudly, immediately blushing. But of course Dan smirks, enjoying your bashfulness.

The staring contest doesn’t continue for long as his head dips down to your neck and ear, kissing his own path. He nibbles on your ear and his moans are becoming more frequently, sending chills down your spine. If it wasn’t considered creepy or socially unacceptable, you secretly wish you could record them because it’s the best sound you think you’ll ever hear in your life.

“I’ll never let another bastard man touch you again.” He moans into your ear. “Just me.” He says more to himself than you. “I’m the only one.”

You are a bit confused by what he says; you and Dan aren’t together? You never discussed what would happen after this, but the prediction is a very awkward morning. Okay, you really should stop thinking about this before it hurts.

“Fuck I’m close.” He moans and you know you aren’t but that wasn’t really a shock. You’ve heard you never do your first time, then again, everyone says your first time is terrible but this couldn’t be more stunning.

His hands start roaming your entire body, from the curve of your hips to the hills of your breasts and up to your soft hair. You claw down his back, feeling so good all around. You’re a moaning mess as well, even if you’re sure you aren’t going to orgasm tonight.

You muster up some courage and decide to help him out a bit. “Come for me Dan. Please, I want you to.” You moan. “Come on baby, please.”

“Oh fuck! Y/N!” He grunts as his head lifts form your neck so he can hover over you. His eyes shut tight and he lets out shaking groans, emptying into the condom. You stroke his hair and scalp, pushing back his fringe so you can fully study his face. Damn, he looks so beautiful all sweaty and dark and panting. You could remember this forever.

When he completely finishes, his thrusts stop and he collapses onto your chest. You expect him to roll over and peacefully drift to sleep, but when a growl leaves his throat and he swiftly pulls out of you and kneels down to the edge of the bed, pulling your legs with him, you are taken aback.

“Dan…?” You say with a confused tone.

“Shhh, I’m going to give you your first orgasm.” He says seductively yet nonchalantly. Before you can say anything, his face dives in between your thighs, leaving you gasping as his warm tongue returns to your core. He licks and wraps his lips completely around you, going down on you like an animal. Your first reflex is to grab his hair and moan, so overwhelmed with the suspenseful feeling filling your body. You glance down for a second and stare at him, shaking his head, licking, and kissing, desperate to get you off. Then, you’re toes start to curl and screams are ripping from your throat, but this time you have no thought of stopping them. You legs shake and want to squeeze shut, but his firm grip on them makes that impossible. Your squirming and arch your back, all thoughts escaping you.

“Dan! I’m… oh god… please I think-”

“-I know, let go Y/N.  Come on let go.” He mumbles against your pussy and it only takes a few more licks before you’re orgasming for the first time and now you understand what the big deal is. You’ve never felt so physically and emotional blissful at the same time before. You’re not exactly sure what really happened but it’s like all your muscles turned to water and exploded at the same time, releasing something you didn’t even know you were holding. “Dan…Dan.”  You pant as you ease down and relax, letting your body go completely limp. His mouth detaches from your skin and he makes his way up next to you, lying himself next to you on his side.

You’re still panting and your muscles are twitching like you were just shocked when you turn to him.

“How was it?” He asks with a smirk and a chuckle.

You cuddle into his side, placing a kiss on the skin of his shoulder where your head lays naturally. He instantly wraps his arms around you, letting you stay next to him. His other hand comes over to your waist, rubbing circles into your side.

“Way better than Netflix.”

Dan throws his head back as he laughs and you try to hold in your giggles by biting your lip. When he looks at you again, a smile is still pasted on his face and you smile back but you feel your eyes getting heavy.

“You can go to sleep princess.” Dan tells you softly. You nod with your eyes already closed and snuggle a bit closer to him. You feel him press a kiss to your forehead and cradle you tighter in his arms before you fall asleep.

~~~~

When you open your eyes it’s still dark. Your body hurts but in a good way. As you remember every millisecond of last night a smile slides onto your face. It had been mind blowing and Dan had been more than you could have ever hoped for. You have never dared hope that your first time would be good let alone this perfect. It was everything you had dreamed off and so much more. But you also knew that you were now irrevocably in love with him. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Dan holding you close and safe in his arms but now you’re lying alone. Maybe that was why you had woken up. You turn around and sit up, pulling the blankets with you to cover your naked body. Dan is sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. You run a hand through your tangled hair and blink your eyes a couple of times.

“Dan?”

His head snaps around at the sound of your voice. He looks troubled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He nods absentmindedly which doesn’t convince you one bit.

“Do you-do you regret it?” When he doesn’t immediately answers you and his eyes look down you feel your heart sink.

“I-I shouldn’t have let you do this. I’m sorry.” You eyes start burning but when you turn around you feel his hand grabbing yours. When you look back at him he’s sitting next to you, looking at you with a mixer of emotions.

No. I don’t regret it. I-I enjoyed it way too much. When I woke up and saw you sleeping in my arms, felt your breath against my chest, I just… I don’t ever want to let you go. I‘ve wanted this for too long and I can’t let you go now. I want you to be mine and to just tell you that I-that I love you.”

For a second your mind goes blank. Your mouth is open a bit as you try to progress what he just said. He couldn’t have said what you just head right? You search out his eyes but all you see is sincerity and honesty. And love. So much love and adoration that you feel your eyes slightly watering up again. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and you can’t help but start smiling.

“And I love you.”

His entire face lights up and a smile also appears on his face, causing his dimples to show.

“Really?”

“Really.” You can’t help the happy laugh that escapes your throat as Dan launches at you, trapping you in his arms and rolling over so you are lying on his chest. He pulls your head down so he can kiss you softly but soon you are kissing passionately. You pull back so you can look at him and you brush his slightly curly fringe from his forehead.

“Will you be mine?” Dan asks you softly.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dan brings your lips back to his and rolls you over back into his soft pillows.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the rfa(+V and saeran(unknown))s reaction to mc being 17(but will turn 18 before the party)

thanks for the ask! sorry that v’s and saeran’s are so short. also keep sending the requests in pls! i have too much time on my hands haha.

Yoosung:

  • he is probably the one least fazed by it
  • he is also a small bean (i’m not sure how old he is but i think he’s 21 by Korean standards, 20 by the rest of the world’s standards?)
  • honestly this boy is screaming on the inside because he thought you were so much older and yet ?? you’re only 17 ??
  • prepare for him to hang all over you even more than he already does
  • believe it or not, he actually pesters you about school
  • “did you do your homework today? try not to fall behind!”
  • he really just doesn’t want you becoming the type of person he is so he gives you a ton of tips about college
  • most aren’t that useful but you smile and nod anyway


Zen:

  • S C R E A M I N G
  • ”WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU”RE ONLY 17 WHAT THE SKDAJLF”
  • ”but… i’ll be 18 by the party”
  • ”NOT ACCEPTABLE”
  • he’s also been very protective of you, trying to “preserve” your innocence when the chat turns weird
  • but OOOH boy, does it get worse
  • Seven:  “Fuck”
  • Zen: :00000000 !!!!!!!

Originally posted by delusionandfaith

  • *runs to cover your ears*
  • he’s probably the most insufferable one tbh



Jaehee:

  • ”Oh”
  • she’s not sure what to think
  • she knew you said you were a student but she assumed you were in university like yoosung
  • similar to zen, she becomes protective of you but more in a motherly way than a brotherly way
  • “MC, please don’t speak that way.”
  • “MC, are you using… protection?”
  • cue embarrassment from everyone in the room, minus jumin
  • ”what on earth would she need protection for? MC, are you alright? should i send bodyguards?”
  • insert jaehee sighing and wondering why the hell seven didn’t let them know how old she was before they allowed her to join


Jumin:

  • he really couldn’t care less
  • definitely the least shocked out of everyone, besides seven of course
  • the whole chatroom basically looks like that comic of the dog sitting in a house on a fire and is like “this is fine”
  • of course this man is the most damn calm about this
  • he’s not even that worried about putting the whole party’s responsibility on you
  • just look at the way he was raised
  • the only thing he’s worried about is the way zen flirted with you
  • (and the way he flirted with you but he glosses right over that smh)


Seven:

  • cue that one gif of the guy with the pizza box
  • y’all know the one
  • seven is the one with the pizza box
  • *slowly backs out of room and runs*
  • everyone is hounding him, asking why the hell he didn’t reveal that information
  • he just kinda shrugs and like 5 bodies are on him
  • it’s violent
  • when he first found out your age he was like “oh .. shrug emoji”
  • seven this is real life you can’t just say shrug emoji
  • literally also doesn’t care about your age lmao


V:

  • internally screaming
  • “mc… i’m so sorry.  pretend like I never flirted with you k thx”
  • minus the k thx
  • he’s honestly the most mortified out of all of them
  • to him it still feels kinda wrong to start the relationship when you’re 18?
  • this dude is like 9 years older than you
  • but you’re legally an adult so if you really want it you gotta take it slow bc he still feels weird for a while

Saeran/Unknown:

  • oh cool
  • also doesn’t really care
  • he finds it a little weird that everyone, including him, have made suggestive comments towards you
  • however he’s the one besides yoosung that jumps into the relationship fastest
  • this boy really isn’t that patient, he’s READY for your love

anonymous asked:

Not to chat about a topic from ages ago, but your eight birds idea is really good but with one small thing - when they get to cycle 99 and all of them forget and everything, when they RE-meet Angus he'll be in his 20s and that's weeeird.

*Smooth Jazz Angus Voice* Hello sirs 

also no worries about bringing up old stuff i’m absolutely willing to talk about this topic some more. i have thought about that though because adult Angus is weird, and differing lifespans make me sad and 

wait

shit okay here me out here people. so there’s the whole ‘angus is a silver dragon’ theory right? 

aasimar angus. angus is a literal fucking angel okay and maybe he doesn’t even know it but aasimar are born from human parents but age much slower than humans, only reaching maturity around age sixty. and ya know, angus cast zone of truth once, which is not a wizard spell but a cleric and paladin spell so him having some divine in there makes sense 

also assimar are beautiful and he is The Fanciest Boy 

feelinbonely  asked:

15, 20, 21, and 24 for kustard?

15. Which one screams about the spider and which one bring the spider outside?

Red probably does the screaming. Not necessarily about a spider, but he’s generally more cautious about things and has a hard time seeing that things in Undertale wont kill him.

But also the thought of Red being scared of spiders brings me joy so now thats one of my headcanons :x Sans walking outside with the small house spider shaking his head and mumbling about his big scary husband really being a little baby “you have razer sharp teeth Red. You have 5 lv. This might be the smallest spider recorded in human history, get the fuck off the table omfg”

20. Which one types with perfect grammar? Which one types using numbers as letters?

Sans types with perfect grammar. Red, while he strtd doin it to annoy evry1, he rly enjoys it nw

21. Who gets attacked by the bully and who protects them?

Both I think, they both lack self preservation, so someone could be talking all kinds of mean things to them and they wont care, but the moment you mention the people they love you gon fucked up. But I think Sans takes the role of protector a lot more, and feels offended on Red’s behalf a lot easier. Sans knows what Red’s life was like back in underfell, so he’s really protective of Red when people (mostly stretch) try to poke fun at his past and will absolutely end a bitch (mostly stretch) if they upset him.

Which one gives the other a piggy back ride when they’re tired?

Red loves carrying Sans. Like all the time. If Sans couldnt walk, Red would be carrying him everywhere because HE’S SO SMOL?? How can a Sans be this smol? He loves him okay?

anonymous asked:

Asking because I like your thoughts on these things. You're right, fujobaits like Free! sell well. But Free! didn't hit 60k like Y!oI did. So I don't think it makes sense to dismiss it as just another fujobait that will fade like all the others when it clearly isn't?

I think it makes sense YOI turned out to be a greater fujobait hit than Free! because it whores for fujobuck harder than free!,. secondly it reaches a demographic Free! could not.

The first reason is self explanatory. The fanservice and baits in free are restrained and subtle compared with YOI. The most ridiculous fanservice you’d get from free! is the episode they’re trying out swimsuits and speedos in the fitting rooms. Victor is a flasher in every episode. The furthest Free has gone with baits is a almost CPR kiss. In YOI, they wrote a did-not-happen-kiss, a marriage proposal, rings, all of them are played for laughs. If you target fujoshi, I think it’s logical the more bones you throw at them, the more it sells.

Secondly, the thing is Free!, while it has some fujobaits, it’s still very much a typical kyoani highschool club activities melodrama. It has no appeal to these mid 20s women YOI are clearly targeting, who feel they’re underachieving both in career and in love life, and just want some man to show up and fix everything for them. 

Free! spends many episodes to clean the pool, to find new members to make the swimming club happen. The characters talk about dreams, friendship, go to career counselling, these things are only relatable to people who’re in still school and university. YOI’s main appeal is much wider, who doesn’t want to snag a rich and famous dude, and feel sexually attractive? Katsuki’s issues are relatable to women and girls from 15-40, he’s considered fat and he lacks confidence.

Free! characters’s personal issues and dynamics are typical shonen angst: childhood friends being an ass, conflicts in relationship, rivalry, frustration at failures etc. The conflicts and angst are shippy to the fujoshi crowd who ship mlm in shonen, who think boys being frienemy and having fights are cute. But they don’t appeal to women who respond more to typical shojo tropes, who don’t normally consume sport anime or shonen. This is where YOI win big, it has the shojo audience, Free! only has the usual crowd who ship boys in shonen.

What people like about YOI is the MC has no character development, he just sits on his ass and waits for the prince charming he’s been obsessed for years to discover his “charm point” and he gets what he wants. Free has nothing to offer to people who like this shojo trope. They’re all kids from some small fishing village and most of the ships have conflicts that need to be resolved with character development from some characters. No one gets to hook up with someone famous, or transform into someone sexy, they just figured out the power of friendship and dreams….this kinda fujobait is unsatisfying for audience who wants the MC get the romance they want.

In short, YOI converted some 20s-30s women and shojo readers to fujoshi. Will it last? God knows, but I don’t think MAPPA knows how to sustain and milk a fujobait franchise, they’ve never done this before.