Lets analyze this photo shall we.

J-Hope: Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Me

V: too scared to reach for the fun spot. Pussy.

Kookie: place the hand down gently and nobody gets hurt.

Rap Mon: You can do it Namjoon, you can do it, stick the landing, stick the- fuck, too hard Namjoon, you stuck it too hard.

Jimin: time to give these peeps a heart attack. Penis grab engaged. Shit. Penis grab missed. Fuck it. Belt grab engaged.

Suga: how about instead of grabbing it, I just thrust it, really hard.

Jin: it’s okay jin, we all know you’re not the dancer. Your hubby had enough crotch grab for the both of you.

woahtherebuddyfriend  asked:

This question is v serious... what cartoons do you think each of the losers likes best? Like the morning after a sleep over which cartoons are each of them looking forward to watching?

I LOVE THIS! So I feel like 1950s/1980s cartoons were kinda limited so I’m going to extend this to 90s cartoons as well if that’s cool.

Bill Denbrough: Scooby-Doo because Bill likes solving a good murder mystery ya feel? Get it? His brother? I’ll see myself out sorry. No but really, Bill likes the idea of a person being behind the mask, it’s a lot less horrifying than the reality he is facing in Derry. Still sad? Oops.

Ben Hanscom: So Ben really likes to watch Hey Arnold! He loves Hulga and Arnold’s character dynamic and honestly used to feel like the Hulga to Beverely’s Arnold if you catch my drift? That all changed when Beverly finally figured out that he was her secret admirer with the amazing poem. He still loves watching it on Saturday mornings with the other Losers. Hey Arnold is usually the first cartoon the group chooses for their morning binge.

Stan Uris: My boy Stan the Man really likes Courage the Cowardly Dog because he is literally Courage. He’s terrified of everything and people keep dragging him into spooky shit unwillingly so he can kinda relate to the poor dog. He loves everything about the show with the only exception is the “Return the Slab” episode because fuck that episode that shit is horrifying for everyone.

Beverly Marsh: So she really likes Eliza Thornberry because fun fact she really loves animals and the idea of traveling the world. The fact that Eliza can talk to animals is so cool to her and she day dreams about helping animals around the world and seeing everything there is to see out there (because fuck Derry). 

Mike Hanlon: Mike loves watching Recess with the other Losers because it reminds him of the Losers Club (without the scary monsters and shit). The show highlights school life and it’s super interesting to him since he’s been home schooled for years. The Losers like to remind him that school isn’t as cool/insane as Recess makes it out to be though.

Richie Tozier: So Richie loves all cartoons but he can’t help but absolutely love watching South Park. Unfortunately, it’s rarely on TV Saturday mornings because it’s inappropriate as fuck so he usually watches it by himself or with Eddie (he loves watching Eddie’s eyes get wide during some of the raunchier episodes). When it’s his turn to pick a cartoon with the Loser’s, Richie normally sides with Eddie’s opinion because he knows that Eddie isn’t able to watch much TV at home because of his mom.

Eddie Kaspbrak: Okay so Eddie is tough because his mom barely ever lets him watch TV because “The radiation from the TV could give you cancer, Edward!” so he’s pretty sheltered when it comes to TV shows. The one cartoon he does like watching is Tom and Jerry. Richie introduced it to him once at a sleepover and they laughed so hard they were crying so it easily makes the list as his number one choice with the Loser’s club.

Sometime in the future...

…when Dex realizes he’s not poor anymore.

“can we get a headboard, too?”

Dex hated that voice. It was a voice he hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in a long time, since before him and Nursey got married, before they graduated, before he started seeing a therapist. It was a voice that said, ’a no would break me’ underneath the real words of his question.

It was how he used to ask for hugs, and how he asked, three months into their fuck-buddy relationship, for Nusey to please stay the night, just once, nobody ever stays.

Nursey gave him a long, appraising look, but Dex knew he wouldn’t ask why, all of a sudden, Dex sounded so unsure of himself. Just like Dex knew, eventually, he’d tell Nursey why something so silly as a headboard was so important to him.

He gave a small smile instead, kissed Dex’s cheek, and said, “That’s chill.”

They got out of their truck, a purchase that Nursey made without Dex because he knew his husband could never justify the price to himself, even though they could afford it a hundred times over. Between Dex’s NHL salary and Nursey and Lardo’s line of children’s books, there wasn’t really anything they couldn’t afford.

Which is why Dex hated how small and broken his voice sounded when he asked if they could buy a headboard.

With the new contract Dex signed, finally featuring a no trade clause, they decided to buy a house. Nursey went all out; he spent weeks touring places, picking out furniture, and giving Dex the silent treatment (apparently ‘whatever you want’ isn’t the right answer). The only thing left was a new mattress.

They saved it specifically for a week when Dex didn’t have any scheduling conflicts. He tried to tell Nursey that it was fine, he could go ahead and buy one without Dex there, but he refused, insisting that a mattress was an individual experience, both of them had to agree.

They both knew that, in the end, Dex wouldn’t have an opinion. A bed was a bed to him, and any bed was better than no bed. It felt nice to have a full day with his husband, though.

They stood in front of a huge mattress store, and for some reason, Dex felt uncertain. There was something about this, buying a bed, that made everything real to him. He was an adult. He was well off financially. And he was about to walk into a store hand in hand with his husband. And he was happy.

He wasn’t the angry kid from Maine, anymore.

A saleswoman nearly a foot shorter than the couple (call me Cici!) dragged them all over the store, practically pushing them down on mattresses and asking about their firmness. She asked about hteir opinon on memory foam versus tempurpedic, about fabrics and springs and coils and all sorts of questions Nursey has answers for that Dex can’t make heads or tails of.

He zones out a bit, but jumps back into the conversation when the topic of temperature comes up (so, are you two warm blooded or do you use a lot of blankets at night?). He had no idea that they made some mattresses cooler than others, but yes they wanted to try those out, because his husband is a furnace and the three stupid cats Nursey snuck home were like little fuzzy ovens.

So, they go to the other side of the store and try out hybrids (of what, Dex really couldn’t say). Without even trying it out, Nursey pointed at one of the set-ups and declared, “it’s going to be this one.” Dex had to admit that it was pretty comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was sinking into the mattress, which was nice.

Nursey clamored on top, cuddling into Dex’s side with a smug grin. “Told you it was this one.”

Still grinning, Nursey asked Cici, “Can you show us some headboard options?”

There was an entire room of them. Bed frames and headboards and footboards. Big quilted ones that Dex thought would go great in his baby sister’s princess room, studded leather ones, wrought iron frames that looked a little too bondage for Dex’s comfort.

Dex wasn’t sure what his face was doing, but  Cici told them quietly that she would give them a few minutes to look around, even though she had been attached at to their side for the hour they had been in the store.

They wandered around, looking at all the choices. Dex knew he held Nursey’s hand a little too hard, but Nursey didn’t say anything. He let Dex take the lead, inputting his opinion but never tryng to influence Dex, never pushing him to talk about it.

They made two circuits of the room before stopping (for the second time) in front of a simple padded headboard. It wasn’t anything fancy, just smooth, cream colored fabric. Dex ran a finger over the display. It was softer than it looked.

“I don’t understand headboards. Or footboards. They’re totally pointless.”

In the past, that may have been an invitation for Nursey to chirp Dex, to ask what the hell they were doing buying one if Dex thought it was pointless. But after so many years together, Nursey knew Dex needed to talk it out, not have a conversation.

“Did you know that before I went to Samwell, I never slept in a real bed?”

“I didn’t, babe.”

Dex never took his eyes off the headboard. “For a while I had a matress thrown on the floor in me and Adam’s room, but then I gave it to Hannah and I started sleeping on some sleeping bags on the floor. I told myself it was like camping. Even when I imagined my house, I never imagined a having a real bed. What’s the piont of buying something that’s totally pointless? It’s just a waste of money.”

Nursey ran a warm hand up and down Dex’s back. Dex rarely talked about his childhood. It was one of the only things they still faught about sometimes: Nursey taking their money for granted and Dex not being able to accept that he can spend money when he wants to.

“But we can buy this. We can buy something that’s totally pointless, just because I want it.”

It wouldn’t match the room, even a little bit. The whole house was stark greys and bright whites, accents of bright colors. The cream fabric would stick out like a sore thumb. It was meant for a softer house. There was something about it that Dex like, though. He couldn’t put his finger on what, exactly, but he loved it.

“What do you think?”

Nursey didn’t bother to look away from Dex when he answered. “I think it’s great, babe. It’ll look good in the bedroom.”

Dex gave him a hard look. “really.”

“Okay, no. but if you like it, then I couldn’t care less.”

And just like that,they bought it. And later that night, in their brand new bed, in their house (their house, not a house they were renting), Dex slept better than he could ever remember sleeping.


hi. i️ know a lot of you went to go see the new be more chill cast:).

and i️ heard a LOt about the audience.

and you guys were rude.

i️ know you guys probably don’t know that because you were just supporting a show by being an i️nteractive crowd.


  1. singing along isn’t typically the most appropriate thing to do. it’s not a concert. it’s a performance that the cast and crew rehearsed really hard for. it’s okay to lip sync. it’s even okay to maybe dance a little in your seat. but do NOT sing along loudly. it disrupts the performance.

2. screaming when michael came on????? also not appropriate. also disrupts the performance and distracts the people who came there to enjoy a show. you’re literally taking something away from people that are actually acting appropriately.

but guys. for the love of god.


it’s OKAY to be interactive.

it’s okay to support a show you love.


but please just be quiet, and quietly enjoy the show and then freak out AFTER. (or during intermission).


Steamy Showers / Clay Jensen smut imagine

Steamy Showers

Clay Jensen x reader

Request: clay jensen smut where you’ve been teasing him all day at school w little touches and whispers that when you two are home later he can’t take it anymore.

A/N: First smut I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good! Decided to change locations a little bit, but it’s still the same idea J. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Oops, this got longer than expected… oh well.)

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word count: 1410

It was a few weeks after you and Clay had your first time together. It went pretty well but it had hurt a little for you. Clay felt so bad about hurting you that you hadn’t had sex again. But you were determined to change that. You had longed for Clay to have sex with you again, but you were too afraid to initiate it or ask for it.

Today was your weekly jog session together and you picked out a sexy sports outfit; short pink shorts, a pink sports bra and a see-through white top. You had it hanging in your closet for some time and you were too shy to actually wear it. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

You heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Clay. You quickly put your hair into a messy bun and ran downstairs to open the door.

“Hey, babe, ready to go?” Clay asked as he was checking his watch. He lifted his head to look at you and his mouth fell open a bit.

“I’m ready,” you smiled happily and closed the door behind you. “Shall we?”

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anonymous asked:

Romanced companions react to artist Inquisitor asking to paint them naked.

Yusuke, is that you?

Cassandra: A firm no. She’s terrified of the idea of someone finding the painting of her.

Blackwall: Stammers awkwardly and eventually gives in. He’s red as a beet the whole time.

Iron Bull: He’s utterly flattered. It only takes a few minutes for him to strip and then he lays casually as they paint.

Sera: She loses her shit and laughs really hard before giving the okay, but warns them to hurry up, because she’ll get bored sitting still like that. Also, she wants to have sex after.

Dorian: Laughs, then realizes they’re serious. He thinks about it for a long time, then says okay. He has a hard time not laughing the whole time.

Solas: “Hm… an interesting proposition. I will allow it… but only if I get to do the same to you.” Naked pictures of both result.

Josephine: She says no. Like Cassandra, she doesn’t want anyone to see it.

Cullen: Another no. He’s just too uncomfortable to do it.

((AH thank you!! I try really hard to do well!

okay this is kind of a mix of these two?? Some situations result in serious injury to dadsona and some don’t but they’re all a mix of saving the kiddos ))

Damien hears about it moments after it happened. Lucien had been stupid, he had been out with some bad friends and they had gotten into a fight. You happened to be on the street, and when a knife gets pulled out you’re immediately in front of Lucien, protecting him from the blow and managing to get stabbed in the stomach. Great, you think, cool, this is what my old person guts needed. Lucien’s losing his mind, telling you he’ll call his dad, and his GOOD friends are calling 911, and Lucien’s crying. Damien’s crying, too, when he sees you. He’s crying because he’s realized you care about his son as much as he does. That you’re perfect and that he has needed your support for so long. He kisses you knuckles and tells you how happy he is that you’re okay and how incredibly grateful he is for what you’ve done for Lucien.

Robert didn’t even know you and Val were out to lunch together. You’d been planning a surprise party for his birthday, apparently, an overnight stay in a haunted hotel. As you crossed the street from the restaurant a car had turned in the lane and you quickly pushed Val out of the way, but your leg was run over. Robert didn’t even know what to say. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done something so selfless for Val, and she deserved better. He kissed your temple and told you how much he looked up to you, how you were an example of a good father for him and how Val appreciated having you around.

Joseph was there when it happened. One second Christian and Christie were in front of you two on the playground, the next they were gone. And you were terrified. They usually wandered off, yeah, but you had just told them you were leaving soon. And then you heard a scream and in a second, practically before Joseph could even move, you were punching some tool in the fucking face as he dropped the twins and they went sprinting back to Joseph. You really wailed into the guy, too. Your fists didn’t stop going until the guy passed out. Joseph was hugging his kids and crying, but staring at you in a way he had never looked at you before. There was…awe…on his face? Joseph only ever wore this expression when he was staring at a cross. For the next few days Joseph was extra sweet to you, extra loving. You really were his damn hero.

Craig had been too far across the field to do anything about it. Some little girl had gotten mad at Hazel for a snotty comment she made and lifted the bat to crack in into Hazel’s stomach. You were subbing as the first-base coach that day, though, and you caught the bat in your hand and pulled it away before it even came within inches of her. You chided the stupid kid and pushed her to an apologetic parent. After the game, Craig jogged up to you. “That was amazing.” “Yeah, I know,” you laughed, “The girls played pretty well today.” “No, I mean you, with the bat and Hazel. That couldn’t been a nasty injury. You caught that. I love you.” He kissed you then, and you blushed at all the attention but were grateful nonetheless.

Hugo had seen this coming. Ernest was a troublemaker at the best of times, and straight-up delinquent at the worst. So, no, he wasn’t surprised to hear that Ernest had gotten mixed up with some bad kids that wanted to give him a beating for a snotty remark he made. He was surprised to hear, however, that you had been the one to take that beating, and voluntarily, no less. Ernest called his dad from the hospital, telling him he was so sorry, that he didn’t mean for this to happen and that he was scared to be there alone. Hugo had rushed to the hospital. He would have rushed there even if Ernest had told him to stay away. He didn’t say much to his son other than “we’ll talk about this later,” but he did run his hand lovingly over your cheek and kiss your forehead. “That’s a nasty shiner there, baby,” he mumbled, smiling a relieved smile at you. “Thanks for looking out for our boy.”

Mat was working while Carmensita and Amanda were hanging out at your house. When the fire broke out, you had been in the living room, and quickly pulled both of the girls out of the flames. But Carmensita had left her bracelet in there—the one that Rosa had made for her before she passed away—because she had taken it off to wash her hands. And you went back inside. It was stupid, probably, of you to do, but this mattered to Carmensita, and she mattered to you. So you got it, but not without breathing in enough smoke to burn your lungs and get you sent to the hospital. Mat cried when he got there. He cried from relief that his baby was okay, he cried upon the realization that you had gone in for his baby girl’s sake, he cried because he loved you so, so much.

Brian and Daisy were both out at the park with you. Daisy had been on her bike, riding lazy circles in the skate park, and some boys had come up to her and started taunting her. One thing led to another and one of them was riding off on her bike after having yanked it out of her hands. Brian had never seen you move so fast but you were up and there before the kid even got ten feet away, pulling him off the bike and tossing him to the ground like he weighed a single pound. You grabbed the bike in one hand and called the cops with the other, holding the kid down under your foot. Brian was s h o o k. He comforted Daisy, yeah, but he was looking at you, his eyes wide and stunned. He waited until he got home and the two of you were alone to tell you just how much he appreciated your bravery.

When Bae speaks ft. Rest of EXO v/s Park Baekhyun.

Edit: (I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself from adding this cause just look at their hilarious faces omg I tried really hard not to okay)

Do Kyungsoo : UFO spotted

Kai : Are they feeding my dog on time? Is he sleeping well? Does he miss me like I do?

Suho : I’m done raising them so whateves

Chen : It’s called The Mannequin Challenge bitches

Minseok : WOAH THE SKY IS…….. BLUE?

Baekhyun : I’m listening honey. I love you.

Sehun : Just…….. why…….. Life?