and i like this one enough to post and tag

anonymous asked:

Ok.. so I have seen the hand snapchat of Camila a number of times and I am 100% delulu that it is Lauren. At first I was like the fandom is going crazy for nothing.. but then, I saw Tumblr and the way the fingers were using the laptop and my delusions were triggered. And why she did not show the person is Big mystery. Coz it was Lern Jergi and it was literally the hand 🤚 of god for us CS. 😂

Lmao…idk. I’m still on the fence about this one. I just haven’t seen enough to convince me its Lauren. The hand position thing is common for a lot of people. And like I said earlier I doubt they would so reckless as to actually post one another on any social media platform. Lauren dman near has a stroke when she’s tagged in something camren related…why would she let Mila post a video with her in it? With that being said. I do find it strange that Mila deleted the snap…or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I’m not certain of that either. I’m curious as to why she deleted it if there was nothing to hide….ugh!😩 Like I said…I’m on the fence.

so I’m kind of a sucker for Redemption Equals Death because it’s sad and I’m a sucker for sad. but I also…idk, sometimes I wish it weren’t such an overwhelming trend, not only because All My Faves Wind Up Dead but also because…I want to see more villains actually going through the hard, messy work of redemption, that it can’t just be done and over with, that it’s not as simple as One Good Heroic Act and everything is better. 

I want the awkward and painful and difficult aftermath.

like, what I really want is the villain seeking redemption who is genre savvy enough to go for a redemptive death, figuring that’s their best way out - and who survives, and has to live up to what they meant to be their last act. 

rather than death as the end of a redemptive arc, near-death as the beginning of one.

i love fe4 no matter how much it hurts me and i love eldigan and his mullet so much. his security blanket/shawl thing is dumb but i lov it anyways

@thebbros Whenever I try to submit my drawings it never works so hopefully just tagging you might be enough? ;w;

I think you might have seen her before but idk, but this is Sweetums, a Batim (or in this case a Babtqftim) version of one of my OC’s, Sweetie :3

She works as a paint dancer, which is kind of like those people you see in cartoon bars who dance and sing for audiences I suppose? Onlyyy she uses a magical paintbrush to create really cool and pretty shapes and designs out of ink as she sings and dances ^^

She’s really nice, and she’s always happy to put on a show. She’s very energetic in her performances and tries to be as inclusive as she can, even if it’s just by dancing or singing around audience members.

She’s overall very kind and friendly, and will try her best to help out anyone in need. Making a living solely based on her short performances is kinda tricky, but she makes the most out of it. ^^ 

(Sorry for the long info thingy and hopefully this isn’t too late to show for the whole background character thing ;w;)

Hey so April’s coming up so I thought it’d be good to have some activities to do! I’ve seen other people do these (most notably for me @uniqueaspergirl​ had one that I did a few of last year!) and thought I’d set one up!

Under the cut is a list of the days (also listed in the picture) and descriptions of what each one is because a few words aren’t always the easiest to understand even when you wrote them.

I would like to say first though that - despite me keeping the descriptions of each day mostly positive, negative submissions and additions are absolutely accepted. Everything isn’t sunshine and daisies. Most of the things are general enough that they’ll apply to anyone, but if one doesn’t work for you feel free to treat it as a freebie!

Submit by submitting to the blog directly, tagging us ( in the @ kind of a way) or by tagging it #walkinredinstead (which I checked, it’s empty) and I’ll post and reblog as many as I can!

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What people think witchcraft is like: 

  • Neat leather bound book of shadows 
  • Cute dresses and boots
  • Room is full of dozens of herbs, crystals, spell books all organized 
  • Expensive, pretty, beautifully drawn tarot cards
  • Crystal Pendulums worth a lot of money. 
  • Just enough candles in every color, always there for a spell
  • Lots of spells all the time
  • Beautifully put together alters

What witchcraft is actually like

  • Tons of posts tagged ‘bos’,  composition books/spiral notebook for your Book of Shadows 
  • “Where is my mugwooooorrrt?”
  • “What kind of crystal is this?”
  • “That’s not the right one.”
  • Printed or cheap tarot decks
  • Necklace pendulums/DIY pendulums 
  • “How did I run out of red candles THAT FAST??”
  • “WHY is my Goddess candle shorter than my God candle WHY?”
  • Sleeping lots after any kind of spells
  • “Does this look right? I literally found this pine cone outside??” 
  • pdf files of books
  • Randomly thrown together alters

One of the things I adore about the banquet reveal was how well everything came together at once, and you get this epiphany moment I hadn’t experienced since reading Fight Club for the first time. It pulled together not only the most obvious pieces of the story (e.g., poor Victor’s desperation to get laid in the first 3 episodes), but also the tiniest lines, and the latter is what I wanna talk about. 

The attention to detail on this show makes me lose my mind. There’s so much work that has to be done to get foreshadowing to work properly; I think your audience should be smacking themselves with the realization that “we were told, but we didn’t listen!” and YOI  managed to do that with at least a couple short lines that came quickly and unassumingly and left just as quick. The first line I noticed was in the first episode, and it’s something Yuuko says after Yuuri performs Stammi Vicino for her: 

“A perfect copy of Victor.” You have no idea how much that line bothered me, because, based on all the evidence we had in the first couple episodes, there was no reason Yuuri should be a perfect copy of Victor! Stammi is a song about longing for another/something and not being able to reach them/it. We knew early on what this song means to Yuuri; we knew already that Victor was Yuuri’s idol and Yuuri’s version of the skate could easily be (and probably is/was) about him. Yuuri was where he perceived to be at the rock bottom of his life, so it makes sense for him to feel that sort of longing. Therefore, the comparison to Victor, a playboy at the top of the world who can have anything/one he wants at any moment, seemingly made no sense. 

(Funnily enough, I remember tagging a gifset of Victor skating Stammi with something along the lines of “i’d like to see his skating post-yuuri, i’m interested in how different it would be,” oh past me, you had a big storm comin!)

The other one occurred in episode 5 at the Japanese regionals. During Yuuri’s Eros, he says this:

And I remember being like “?????what????why????” well-crafted shows never bring attention to something we already know about unless it’s incredibly important to the story. 

We all know the original Eros story: playboy comes into town, seduces most beautiful woman, leaves her heartbroken in the end. The moment Yuuri identified himself with the woman in the story in episode 3, the woman becomes a stand-in for Yuuri. Any time the woman is mentioned after this point, it’s specifically about Yuuri. 

Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, Yuuri changes the story around. The woman, Yuuri himself, leaves at the end of the story and breaks the heart of playboy instead. I think at this point in the series, it’s valid to identify Victor with the playboy since, you know, that’s who Yuuri’s trying to seduce outside of the story. 

(lol also they have a shot of Victor when he says “love-crazed couple,” like……subtle guys…….)

Now, there’s a difference between lines for the audience and lines for the characters. I think this one falls under both categories. 

Pre-banquet reveal, this can only be interpreted as character development for Yuuri. He’s gaining confidence and can create the idea that he could have the power over another person to break their heart. This is a huge step for Yuuri and his self worth. 

That’s the line in-canon, or the line for the characters as I said above. Here’s the line as for the audience. 

Post-banquet reveal, we can now interpret that line as a massive hint to us about the true Eros story! The sentence is not only Yuuri’s progression through his arc, but also foreshadowing for the audience to pick up on later! 

I love this show!!

(moral of story: if something you’re watching or reading has a line, or a look, or an event that’s repeated or specifically brought attention to, even in the most casual way, it’s probably something you should look for later. it’s gonna be important.)

Some of the paladins being like really testy about being stuck in the one outfit they left in, because “these are like, my least favorite socks!” (Lance) but some of them being fine with it, like Pidge (“I always wear this shirt anyway. It’s my ‘sneaking’ shirt.”)

As we enter the sadly final and sadly few episodes of Black Sails, I would like the to remind the fandom:

The Black Sails creators, writers and actors and actresses, every single person who has worked on that show, have provided us with four years of a truly amazing, engaging, beautiful show.

Additionally, the social media correspondence with the fanbase has been amazing. The creators and actors have always politely, curteously, hell, even  cordially corresponded with fans. They’ve been happy to discuss their characters and theories and appreciated fanworks, have replied to fans tweets and  i believe, even followed one or two fans on twitter, if I read the squee correctly. This kind of engagement with the fans is certainly not a given, it is not usual and it is not to be taken for granted. In short, the people involved in Black Sails are an amazing, adorable fun bunch of people and they seem to think their fans are, too. And we have been truly lucky to have this epic show in our lives.

This is why, I urge you, no matter what happens or does not happen in the remaining episodes, do not ruin this. Do not ruin this trust. It is impossible to make every single person happy, but no show exists to appeal to only one narrow group of people and this show certainly is not aiming to actively offend any group of people.

I’m sad I feel this post is necessary, but I’ve seen several fandoms turn on the cast and crew of shows on twitter and other social media in truly nasty ways. I certainly hope our fandom is above this kind of behaviour, but I can’t lie that there have been enough posts in the tag  this past week that have made me nervous.

To summarise in simple words: Be upset and hate all you like, but keep it the hell a MILLION lightyears away from the social media of the cast and creators of Black Sails, ok?

Tarot/Oracle Reading Giveaway

What you’ll receive
- A 3 card general tarot reading (worth $9)
- A 3 card general oracle reading (worth $3)

- You must be following me. I will check so if you’re following from a side blog, you have to send me an ask (not a message) letting me know what blog you follow me on .
- Only reblogs count, but do not spam your followers. Likes do not count, but you can like it to keep track of it.
- You can only reblog this giveaway to one blog. It’s not that hard for me to figure out if you break this rule either.
- Do not tag this post as giveaway!
- This giveaway is open to everyone that follows me regardless of age (as long as you’re old enough to actually be on this site according to tumblr’s policies) & location.
- Giveaway ends on June 1st 2017 at 2pm CST

Rules are subject to change. Please feel free to let me know if you have any questions or concerns. May the odds be ever in your favor. 🌿


#everything about this makes me smile #the fact that a marvel femslash ship was brought up #at a popular kick ass female panel #the fact that the panelist #did some research up on the show #and cartinelli must have prominently come up #and drawn enough attention # for it to spark interest # as well as hayley’s lovely reaction with her cute smile #and then gal gadot (aka fucking wonder woman) also smiling #a m a z i n g


agent washington throughout the seasons
everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. 
it’s what unites us. the trick is not to let it destroy your 
trust in others when that happens. don’t let them take that from you.


Request: can i have an archie imagine where Chuck slut shames you but archie stands up for you? Your writing is really good btw!
A/N: feels real good to be back in the swing of writing things!  this is a short and sweet one.  hope you all enjoy.

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Word count: 636 words

Warnings: brief fight mention, general slut shaming, unwanted advances

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

You had known after one date with Chuck Clayton that it was a mistake.  He had tried to make our with you in public after being with you for less than two hours.  Not even like you two got along great or anything… “We just clicked, I thought,” he had tried to say, but he was obviously embarrassed at your decline.  

This had been the first week of your sophomore, but luckily he was embarrassed enough to lay off.  But when you started dating your best friend Archie, it all changed.  

It started with the whispering in the halls.

“Y/N just hooked up with Chuck just last week…”

“Hard to keep your legs closed for too long, huh?”

And the comments only got more vulgar over time.  Apparently Archie had heard it through the steam in the locker room, bringing it up to you once.  You told him you could handle it, and he believed you.

But now we were going on week four of constant harassment, and it had spread beyond just gossip.  

“Y/N?” Blinking wildly to try to hide tears, you turned to look at Archie.  However, his eyes were on the little pieces of paper scattered all over the floor.  

Most likely to win the most likely to sleep with everyone in the school come June.

Got a thing for football players?  Or just the balls…

Hope Archie’s been tested already.

“Spent two hours with him… two hours.” You growled, grasping all the stupid papers off the floor and cramming them into the garbage.

“Y/N…” You turned to meet his eyes now.  “This has gone too far.”

“Just means he really wants me that bad is all… I’m over it.” By this time your tears were long gone, finally having had collected yourself.  “Willing to turn the whole school against me because I turned him down.  A real tragedy for his diary, truly.”

Archie gave you a sympathetic smile, placing his hands on your forearms.  He looked into your deep eyes, searching for something below the surface.  His eyebrows creased, nose twitching in anger.


“No,” he stopped you.  “I gave you time to handle this, but it’s ridiculous now.  If you’re not going to defend yourself looks like I’m going to have to.”

“What do you mean?” You looked back up to him, finding him storming off in the opposite direction.  “Archie!” He disappeared behind the door of the locker room and you brought your trembling hands to your teeth, biting down on your nails in anxiety that he would do something stupid.  

After a few moments of rocking on your heels, you eventually heard loud grunts from inside the locker room.  And then, after a minute or so more, Archie stumbled out, holding his cheek in his hand.

“Y/N…” He trailed off, looking up to meet your saddened eyes.

You gasped, fingers gingerly tracing the darkening ring around his left eye.  “Archie what did you do?”

He seemed to lack confidence for a moment before meeting your eyes once again.  “The right thing.”


“No.  He has no right to say these things about you… to do these things to you.  He needs to get over you.  And now he will.” Archie hmph’ed and you reached forward.  He was surprised when your hands circled around his waist, face pressing against his chest.  “You’re not mad?”

“I’m kinda pissed,” you murmured into the soft material of his baseball tee, him laughing into your hair.  “But you were doing it to defend me.  And though I asked you not to, because I can handle myself, Archie Andrews.  Don’t ever mix that up.  You did it anyway… to do what you could to help me out.”

You could feel him smile as he moved down to kiss your forehead.  “Always.”

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I drew the lineart for this a week ago.


mermaid swamp spam     “I want you to live..”

kdramawomensweek | kdrama women’s week

alternatively: a week and one day to talk about and make things for women you appreciate in celebration of International Women’s Day (8th March) 

Day One: Least Typecast Fave

An actress you appreciate who manages to not get boxed into industry stereotypes (re: roles), someone who constantly surprises you.

Day Two: Rent’s Due  

A character whose journey through adulthood you identify with, from job searches to daily upkeep, to bills etc. Someone who you feel reflects to some degree the struggle of either blazing through life or falling and getting back up again.

Day Three: 40 + up, women in stories you adored

This is self explanatory, no? Female characters in dramas over the age of 40 that blew you away.

Day Four: Work X3

A character with a job or a relationship with work that you found either interesting/was merged well with the show/was unexpected etc.

Day Five: Femininity + Her

A character who dealt with being a woman in a way that interested you. Either in the way she behaved, or the way she dealt with the way she was percieved or the way she dealt with her existence ‘as a woman’. Am I being clear enough? Forgive me if I’m not.

Day Six: Strong Foundations

Wax lyrical about a character who was supported either her friends or/and her family. Female characters supported in life throughout, called out when they should and loved for who they are.

Day Seven: So Goodbye

Female characters with the best disappearances (no death, never death unless it’s fake death) and gap years, off to better themselves, or leaving for whatever heroic dramatic reasons. I’ll be incredibly impressed if you can do one on a character that never comes back.

Day Eight: Age of Youth Love-fest/Happy International Women’s Day

News about Season Two dropped and even though the tag is still active, it could be a little bit more active. Tell me about your favourite girl (it can be all of them), favourite scene, favourite prop, favourite line, draw parallels between Park Yun Sun’s previous work and Age of Youth! Do it all.

As always should you not like the categories, there are always  2015 + 2016 prompts, although it would please me if you could stick to these ones. Please tag your posts #kdramawomensweek and/or @ us so they are easier to find, admire and reblog.

Voltron on Instagram headcanons

Because my friend and I sat down and made a bunch of them so here we go

• Allura is on stuco and she’s always posting pictures of the decorations for the next school dance
• she maintains a study account for everyone in her grade to use as reference
• she’s always doing super cool shit like waterskiing or skydiving on the weekends so her posts about them make everyone jealous
• she’s the one who has followers from every school in the district
• probably runs a photography account too
• her bio has something about the sports she does, her school, just basic information
• fashion queen, she runs an outfit of the day account

• coran is a mess of memes and selfies
• shirtless pictures and flexing pictures because he loves himself so much
• much ranting about his parents and the world in general conspiring against him
• he tries to learn to skateboard and fails the first time around, the video gets posted and gets thousands of likes

• shiro posts study pictures too
• he also pulls all these crazy do-not-try-this-at-home-kids stunts like making flame throwers out of aerosol cans and posts videos of them
• he’s the one who tries to teach coran to skateboard, has like two skateboarding pictures on Instagram
• he swims and posts pictures with his entire team
• also on stuco
• has “#shallura” in his bio (im sorry but I’m trash)
• he’s in band and he always live blogs their band concerts and field trips on his story
• everyone mainly just follows him for the pictures of his pet cat, she’s fluffy and gorgeous and she’s named sky and she’s dark stormy grey
• altogether doesn’t post too often

• Hunk definitely posts food recipes. I know we’re all fed up with hunk being characterized with just food but he definitely posts food recipes.
• he’s a complete computer science genius and posts homework help for his classmates too
• majority of his photos are of Lance hacking his account and spamming selfies
• has a shitty science pun as his bio
• he reviews Netflix shows with Lance

• Pidge is part of Instagram royalty; they’re queer, they hack, and they game
• they’ve got thousands of followers for their video game cheats and tips videos
• they meme with Lance a lot too, so Lance gets popularity on Instagram through them
• they post one picture of this giant stash of soda and chips captioned “gamer fuel”
• they post another one right after it of this exquisite gourmet salad captioned “hunk took my gamer fuel away and replaced it with a meal :(”
• they put playthroughs up on their story every day
• they talk shit about every single person in their school by using pseudonyms for them, and everyone guesses who they’re talking about in the comments. No one ever gets to find out if they’re right or not.

• Lance just flat out memes, he runs a spam account and a main account.
• he runs both a dc and a marvel fan account, even though he does like D.C. Better
• he writes movie reviews
• on his main account there’s a lot of selfies of him with girls, him with his friends, him with his family… he just loves people and everyone is always tagged
• has the most followers after Pidge. Like allura, he’s the one who people from all across the district follow.
• he swims with Shiro on the swim team, and bitches about practice every day
• attends every social event ever
• plays the piano because I personally love this headcanon, he posts a video of him attempting to play the death waltz and it goes practically viral
• he learned to skateboard from shiro and now he can’t get enough of it
• he posts pictures of Keith glaring at and/or flipping off the camera a LOT
• complains about homework all the time
• his bio is something about space, but he never really posts about it because it’s more of a private fascination that just makes him happy
• he loses his mind over fish and spams pictures of them whenever he has a chance to

• keith is following only Lance on Instagram because Lance made his account
• he has exactly one (1) picture on his Instagram. It’s of his feet up on the desk in front of him, crossed at the ankles, black and white filter, captioned “rebel”
• the first two comments are Lance, one says “first” and the second says “why are you like this”
• his bio reads “Lance is the best” but he deleted the app after Lance made him download it so now it’s just up there permanently and everyone thinks Lance and him are a thing
• it also has something about him running track and what school he goes to
• his profile pic is Lance with Keith’s face in the background, smiling, but it’s the only smiling picture of him on the internet because whenever Lance tries to take one he immediately glares at the camera

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Request: Can you make an imagine kind of like the jughead comforting reader when they’re having a panic attack but with Archie instead?

A/N: this is basically drabble its pathetically short

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Word count: 374 words

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Silence.  It was around you, all around you, but even the deafening silence wasn’t enough to quiet the racket in your head.  Not voices, no, just one voice.  It was your own.  Your own voice in your own head kept you up all night and was the only sound you heard when you found yourself struggling to pay attention to reality, breaths escaping in thick pants.  

The only sound, of course, until Archie found you.  “Y/N.” His voice broke through your stupor, brown eyes overtaking your own fixed gaze.  You felt his soft hands on your shoulders, smooth skin brushing up and down your trembling biceps.  “Y/N.”  His words were quiet, even the faint breaths from his mouth a jarring shift in the atmosphere for you.  

You tried blinking a few times to focus on his face, and he noticed, placing a hand on the side of your face.  He rubbed his thumb in circles across your cheek.  “I’m here.  I’m here, Y/N.  You’re gonna be okay.”  This affirmation was enough to break through your own echoes through your mind.  You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his neck.  His hand came around to brace the back of your head, nimble fingers weaving through your soft hair.  

“I’m sorry,” you spoke finally, words brushing past his ear.  

You could practically feel the crease in his brow.  “What do you mean?  Why are you apologizing?”

“You shouldn’t have to drop everything to help me breathe,” you muttered quietly.  He scoffed, at a loss for words.

He pulled away from you, arms around your back slipping down next to yours.  His hands gripped at your wrists as his eyes met yours.

“I don’t have to,” he said.  “I want to.”

Scoffing now, you replied.  “How could you eve-”

“Because I love you,” he said, as though it was obvious.  “I’m gonna take care of you.”

“I want to take care of you, too, though,” you mumbled.  “You’re always here for me, and I just wish there were more opportunities for me to watch out for you.”

“I’ll break my arm at the next game, huh?” You cracked a smile, Archie beaming at the sight of you happy.

You shrugged.  “I guess that’ll do.”

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Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.

WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)


“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.