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wet dream-mature justin bieber imagine

a lot of smut, kind of sub;jb [mature justin x reader]

“Here,” you pat repeatedly on your lap “lay your head here.”

Justin thinks about your request for a long second. I mean you were best friends for nearly 5 years, since you started high school together. Justin and you had been this close before, hell, you guys had held hands, played as a fake couple once even just to piss off this guy who wouldn’t stop asking you out. What was the big deal?

Justin narrows his eyes at your nearly bare legs. He coughs awkwardly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine,” you say as you grab a your jacket which was slung around the arm rest on placed it over your legs. “Is that better little boy?”

Justin doesn’t say a word. He sighs as he places his head on your lap, feeling his head fall into a comfortable state. “I’m so tired,” he yawns out.

After beauty and the beast finished you yawn out yourself, feeling a your head spin a bit. You were tired as well. You wanted to hit the sacks already.

You hear a stir below. You see justin’s lips pouted as he began to shuffle his head around a bit. You suddenly hear a faint whimper come from the boy below you.

You stiffen at the erotic sound. You feel a tingle between your legs. Why was he making you feel this way? You had thought Justin was attractive, you always have, but you never imagined justin would turn you on in any shape or form.

You watch as he begins to move around. You see his eyebrows creasing, his teeth taking his pink pouty lips.

You feel heat start to rise in your lower stomach. You wanted to know what he was dreaming about, what his sexual fantasies were, you wanted to know what turns him on or in this case, what was turning him on.

You hear his breathing increase into small pants. You watch with wide eyes as he reaches a large hand and slowly brushes across his manhood. You squeeze your thighs together, beginning to feel your core drip at the sight.

You see his bulge growing, a strong sight of his member pushing roughly around his basketball shorts, making the bulge obvious as ever. “y-y/n,” he pants out, almost in the breathlessly whiney voice, which travels straight to your dripping core.

You suddenly begin to feel the tightening feeling in your lower stomach bubble up into a stronger, more intense feeling that now, needed to be taken care of. You wished you could slip a finger between your legs, past your flimsy shorts and straight into your awaiting heat to help ease the aching between your legs.

Justin suddenly stirs in his sleep, waking up from his wet dream, eyes blown wide to reality and to what was happening right now. He took a while to figure out what was happening. He could make out what happening when he could feel the restriction feeling on his lower part of his body and the soft heavy breathing coming from you.

“I-” justin’s pupils are wide in shock as he glances to you, “I’m sorry-i didnt know-sorry if i made you uncomfortable,-”

You do nothing but hurrying slip a finger up your shorts, flinging your jacket, which was covering your legs and used as a support pillow for justin’s nap, on the ground.

Justin doesn’t move. He simply stays quiet, almost surprised that you were turned on from his actions and not creeped out or anything. “You’re so w-wet, jesus Y/N,” justin breathes out in astonishment, eyes eagerly watching at how easily you could slip a finger in your heat.

You began to pump your finger in a faster pace, wanting to quickly relieve the stress justin had made you have just from watching his rub himself. You really needed this you thought to yourself. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had orgasmed or had any sexual relief. You, at this point, didn’t care whether Justin was going to look, help you out or if he was turned off by your desperate and sloppy actions, you just wanted to get rid of the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

To your surprise, you feel you hand being harshly yanked away from your shorts, feeling your core empty and loss. “Justin” you whine out, “ what are you doing-I was so close- oh my.” Justin suddenly replaces your fingers with his ones. You could definitely feel the large and structured fingers stretch your walls much better.

You could feel Justin’s paced thrusting of his two fingers hit your soft spot which made you wail out in pleasure. You never knew simply just fingers could make you feel such intense pleasure.

“B-baby,” you pant, feeling out of breath “faster. I’m nearly there-”

Justin latches a harsh and sloppy kiss to your neck, sucking the flesh, feeling the pain turn into screams.

“That’s it baby girl-” he says as he continues to suck and abuse your neck.

You could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers, squeezing your heat around his digits.

Justin feels this action and bites down with his teeth, muffling his groan of pleasure. “You’re driving me crazy baby, I want to feel you around my cock so badly-”

Justin nearly chokes on any remaining breath as he feels your fingers grab him softly, loving the pressure of your hand around his pulsing shaft.

“You,” he says as he harshly twists his fingers in your core, “ are a fucking tease.”

You look at him with innocent eyes, “me?” You breath out, “ how am I a tease? Tell me Justin.. how am I a tease?” You say seductively as you begin to rub up and down on his covered manhood.

Justin could feel how slow your hand was moving. He grunts out as he feels your fingers, delicate as ever slip in his shorts with ease. He feels your cold hands against his warm and sensitive skin.

You smile as you feel no barrier of boxers or underwear. You could feel how hard and ready he was for you. Was this all for you?

“So..” you say as you continue to tease his member, not speeding up at all, “what was your little dream about?”

You watch as Justin began to violently bite his lower lip, seeing it almost turn white. You see how much he was struggling to keep steady as his hand was now removed from your shorts and desperate as ever, clung onto the couch, gripping the armrest.

“Tell me” you say again, urging him to spill the truth, even though you had already heard him pant you name before, you just wanted to see him suffer a bit. “Tell me and I might just let you cum.”

“I-” he says through irregular pants, “I imagined you, you, your mouth was around me”

“Was I now?” You say as you rub your thumb over his slippery slit.

“Jesus-” he croaks out, “quit teasing, I feel like I’m going to fucking die.”

He buckles his hips at your hand, desperately wanting more friction. He was squirming under your touch.. this was somehow turning you on even more.

“Please” he begs as he continues to thrust against your slow snail pace hand.

“fuck this.” He spits out as he quickly tugs his tshirt over his head, letting his upper and tattooed body come in your view.

Faster than ever, you hadn’t even blinked yet and justin had your back against the couch. “you.” He says accusingly “are the biggest tease I’ve met.”

He yanks your shorts and panties off in one go, tugging them down your legs and chucking them on the ground with force. You bite your lip as you thought about what could happen now.

“first these shorts, now the fucking slow ass rubbing?!” He grunts as he sees your glistening heat, bare and open to his lustful eyes.

He couldn’t help but run a finger across your heat. You coat his single middle finger in your arousal, causing him to smirk. “Baby girl, who made you this wet?”

He brings the finger to his eyes and grunts at the string of juices dragging along from his finger, “you smell like heaven babe.”

You watch with wide eyes as he slips his finger in mouth, slowly and keeping his finger there for a long moment before letting go with a pop sound.

“So sweet” he compliments as he quickly attaches your his lips with yours.

You could taste the saltiness as he slips his tongue in your mouth. “Justin” you say as you pull away from the passionate kiss, “I really need you.”

You eye your attention to your body’s lower half, hoping that he’ll get the memo.

“Right.” He nods  “I-I just got a little carried away-sorry.”

You smile at his nervousness but hoping to help him out a little, you yanks his basketball shorts down, just enough to reveal his member, “are you sure you want to do this?” he questions once he realises this was actually going to happen.

“Yes” you say without hesitation.

Justin watches your movements, he watches as you bring your fingers around his pulsing and rock hard shaft, aligning it to your core.

Justin and you both moan out as you rub his tip at your dripping entrance. You feel how large he was, you could see how large he was compared to the size of your awaiting heat.

Maybe Justin could sense your hesitation or maybe he was scared about this too, hurting you that was. “are you wet enough?-I don’t want this to feel bad for you. I could eat you out to help you get wetter or i-”

You push yourself around his cock. You gasp at how full he was, how amazingly he stretched you out.

“Justin” you breath out, “can you move a bit?”

“Jesus, you’re so tight, I don’t think I will last any longer” he says as he buries his head in your shoulder, bringing his lips to your neck as he blows his warm breath of pleasure on your skin.

“Just move- it’ll feel good for me. Please-I’m so close,” you encourage Justin to move even a tad, you could feel yourself letting go any moment. You were so close too.

Justin pulls out as slowly as possible, he slowly pushes back in. You feel how full he felt and how his fullness would rub against your walls, you could feel his tip touch your g spot.

You push your hips desperately to feel him touch the spot that made your head spin a hundred miles per second.

“Babe-stop. Im gonna cum if you move anymore.” He warns as he bites his teeth into your shoulder.

You wail out as you feel Justin’s shaft twitch inside of you. Justin wasn’t lying when he said he was close to spilling. This boy was seriously going to let go. “Justin” you call, “touch me” you speak as you reach above your head, tugging on his arm to help rub your clit. You loved it your clit being rubbed, you knew this would help.

“You- like your clit being touched?” Justin says as he looks down at the erotic sight of your bodies moving, how his shaft was entering your body or how your clit was so swollen and wet with your juices. He wanted nothing but to suck and tug at your bud.

“Fuck- you are making me crazy.- are you close?” He groans out. “I’m there-fu-”

You feel the warm seed of his arousal spill inside you. Justin closes his eyes shut as he rides out his orgasm. You watch as Justin doesn’t pull out, instead he starts to move his half limp shaft in your entrance. “Cmon baby, I’ve got you, I won’t leave you hanging.”

Justin feels his body go into overdrive as he forces his shaft to get hard and erect. Justin just wanted to see you let go, he wanted to make you cum.

“It’s ok.- just pull out, I can finish myself off” you speak seriously as you see the verge of tears appearing in his light glossy eyes. You did want to get off, but seeing Justin like this was kind of painfu.. You hold his lower stomach, feeling how his stomach was clenching every now and then, you couldn’t imagine how difficult it would feel.

“Fuck-” he says as he feels his shaft twitch at the oversensitive pressure. Justin continues to plunge himself in your heat. You feel him growing as he paces himself, not slowing down. Justin suddenly grips the back of thighs, forcing your legs to bend, making your knees hit the bed. Justin allows himself to push deeper, hitting the angles in a whole different level.

“you like it rough? Fuck-so hot” he grunts out as he slams into your heat, hitting the deepest spot which made you see black and white.

“Im there-”

Justin pushes into your entrance, gripping and using your legs as leverage to go deeper than ever.

You feel yourself let go, your orgasm washing over your sweaty body. Justin drills one last time before pulling out, still hard and and the tip swollen and red as ever.

Justin yanks his cock, moving his hand skillfully at a speedy pace. You wondered how often he would jack off, or maybe what he would think about when he did. The dirty thoughts made your stomach tingle with excitement.

He thrusts into his hand, hips moving at a pace that made you question if he was moving this fast while he was fucking you. You could barely tell if he was moving his hand or hips, he was so concentrated.

“Cmon baby boy, let go for me.” You say as you watch him with close eyes, not wanting to miss out on the sight.

“Fuck y/n. You- are -not -helping- me- Jesus”

You watch his thighs shake as his hand slows down and his other grips desperately onto the back of the couch.

Justin spills his load all over his hand. Justin’s breathing slowly becomes normal again. Justin opens his eyes, his eyes still with evident tears because of the overwhelming orgasms.

“I’m sorry” he says as he embarrassingly tugs his shorts over his now limp manhood.

“Let’s go on date.” You say as you lean forward to peck his flushed face, taking him by surprise.

Justin simply smiles at you.

i am so sick of seeing people not only steal gifs, but reblogging them. people have stolen my gifs before, and every time i see them gain hundreds of notes, my heart sinks. reblogging stolen gifs is just as bad at the person stealing the gifs. you are contributing to stolen work and that is not okay. so, to make sure you don’t accidentally pull the douche move of reblogging a repost, let’s go over a few signs to tell if a gifset is stolen:

  • the size doesn’t match up (small and large gifs in the same set, one 250px gif taking up the whole row, etc)
  • the coloring doesn’t match up (color and black/white or a soft pastel and a harsh red being in the same gifset) 
  • the caption of it being like “OMG look at these cute babies!” or “This scene is so good!” etc (something that’s more of a comment than a caption)
  • you’ve never seen the url before
  • you go down the person’s blog and they have multiple gifsets posted, all looking as if they were made by different people
  • you can’t find the user’s edit tag (something like *, or my edit)
  • it doesn’t use edit tags (ouatedit, the100edit, arrowedit, etc)

it’s bad enough that people will steal someone else’s work and provide it to the fandom as their own, but helping them out by spreading it to others is just as bad. if a gifset is going to be stolen, make it have 0 notes, not 500. if several of these tips applies to a gifset you’ve seen, there are a few things you can do:

  • reverse google search (right click one of the gifs, go to “search google for this image”)
  • if the style of the gif looks like it was made by someone you know, go down their edit tag or message them asking if they a) made the gifset or b) know who did (as someone who makes gifs, i also know the style of several other gifmakers, and would be able to help even if it wasn’t mine!)

  • message someone else (a friend, a popular blogger, etc) and ask them if the gif seems stolen

but most importantly, if these are applying to an edit you see and you can’t tell if a gifset is stolen or not, don’t reblog it. i don’t care how good or it is, or how much emotions you get from it. don’t take the chance of reblogging something that’s stolen. there are plenty of gifs in the sea, so to speak. you will find something similar to it.

Raspberry Lemon Friendship Muffins

I’ve been making these muffins a lot this summer, so I thought I would share them with you all! Everyone seems to really like them, and I feel like they’ve done their job of strengthening and reviving my friendships with others.

This recipe makes 12 standard size muffins. Feel free to make substitutions to the recipe as you see fit! 

Recipe:

  • 2 and ¼ cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoon baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon baking soda
  • A pinch of salt
  • 1 cup sugar
  • ½ cup oil (coconut, canola, vegetable)
  • 1 cup light sour cream (can be substituted with plain greek yogurt)
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 tablespoon lemon juice
  • Zest of 1 lemon
  • 1 and ½ cups (12 oz) fresh raspberries

Instructions:

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees fahrenheit. Grease a muffin pan or use parchment/foil muffins cups to line the pan.
  2. In a large bowl mix together the flour, baking powder/soda, and salt. Make sure all of the ingredients are evenly distributed.
  3. In a medium size bowl mix together the sugar, oil, sour cream, eggs, vanilla, lemon juice and lemon zest. Whisk until the sugar dissolves.
  4. Pour the mixture over the dry ingredients and fold until combined. Be careful not to over mix!
  5. Fold in the raspberries until evenly distributed. (A tip I use to make sure all the berries don’t sink to the bottom is that I mix them with a little bit of flour before I fold them into the mix.
  6. Use an ice cream scoop to evenly divide the mixture into you’re already greased/lined muffin pan.
  7. Bake for 18-25 minutes depending on oven type. To check to see if the muffins are done you can insert a toothpick into a few of them. If the toothpick comes out clean, then they are done!

Magic and Correspondences:

Lemon- Purification, healing, removal of any negative influences or blockages. The yellow from the zest corresponds with friendship and healing.

Raspberries- Growth, the strengthening of relationships. The red of the berries is associated with passion, desire, renewal, and joy. 

Sugar- Sweetens not only the muffins, but the magic of them too. It can sweeten the bond and energy in your relationship.

 Vanilla- Love, passion, peace, and luck.

You can also draw some friendship sigils on the parchment/foil cups if you use them. While mixing the muffins channel your intent to revive and strengthen your friendships with others. Feel free to pair this with a spoken spell, but I prefer to just focus my intent and channel it’s energy into the muffins when I’m adding the ingredients, mixing them, and while I watch them bake. 

anonymous asked:

hi!! i really love your art style (esp the ways you use color) but i can't figure out what brushes you use to achieve it :( would you be ok with posting them? (If not it's fine!!!)

thank you, I’m really glad you like it!!! :’) and yeah, I’m super ok with posting em!! here are the custom sai brushes I’ve been using most heavily (I hope my texture names aren’t too different from yours!):

the first brush is my go-to lineart brush! it gives a really interesting texure, but has hard enough edges that it never appears too fuzzy. when used at a larger brush size with heavier pressure, it makes big solid splotches that can be nice for adding some interest in your colors!

I use the second brush pretty sparingly - really only to add occasional texture to hard-lined shadows or highlights.

the third one used to be my favorite, but I’ve been using it extremely rarely these days (aside from sketching, it makes a nice sketch brush! feels a little more natural than using a harder brush). it’s pretty good at getting blended coloring without looking too unnatural or smooth.

but lately for coloring I’ve mostly been using a standard hard round brush! kind of the blandest default there is, haha…. but it can be nice!

be sure to experiment with using them at different sizes and with different amounts of pressure; you can get a lot of mileage out of the first and third ones once you get used to them! also keep in mind that I use them on large canvases, so you see them once they’ve been resized. they’ll likely look different at 100% on a small canvas!

I hope this helps!!

princessskylarsblog  asked:

Whenever I read headcanons about sharing clothes I always feel a little sad because I feel like I'm too big to fit into other people's clothes so do you have any plus sized reader hcs for xmen (girls and guys) and/or riverdale (girls and guys) btw I love your writing!!!!!!!

I’m gonna do Warren, Alex, Jean, Kurt and Jubilee for X-Men, and Reggie and Cheryl for Riverdale!

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X- MEN:

• due to the width of his wings, Warren pretty much only wears large shirts, because small sizes tend to rip apart when he tries to cut them up to make his wings slide in

• when he starts to notice that some of his shirts seem to disappear, he’s confused - until he sees them on you, with the huge gaps for his wings left unused

• it warms his heart to see you in his clothes - because it means that you’re proud of showing the world you’re his.

• you find some of his ripped shirts neatly hung in your closet not too long after that.
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• as much as he enjoyed wearing tight clothes when he was a teenager, Alex finds comfort in large clothes as he grows up (mainly because he feels protected in some way - he seeks safety everywhere he can after Vietnam)

• he loves to wear huge jackets and button ups, always taking them large enough for his hands to drown in fabric

• when you start to show interest in his clothes, he offers his favorite pieces to you right away, wanting you to feel as comfortable as he does when he’s hidden beneath his huge flannels

• he makes sure that they smell like him when he first hands them to you, knowing how much you love the smell of his cologne

• and even though he won’t admit it, he always presses the fabric against his nose once you’ve worn them, your scent making him feel at home
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• even though Jean is thin, she always wears extensible fabrics - mainly because they’re always softer and more comfortable than the others

• the first time she catches you looking at her clothes longingly, she presses a kiss to your temple, smiling at you and offering to lend you some of her tops

• due to her love for stretchy fabric, they fit, and from then on, she always makes sure to buy only that for the both of you
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• Kurt - due to his small size and background with the circus - tends to wear tighter clothes, wanting them to fit him nicely (he takes a lot of time to choose his clothes in the morning, he loves to look good)

• when he sees you holding his clothes to your body and frown, however, his adorable self can’t help but do something.

• the next few days, while you’re going through his wardrobe, you’re surprised to find large sweaters and joggings, all of them feeling soft and smelling like him.

• he never finds it in him to tell you he’s bought them for you - but he does love feeling cozy in some sweats (and looks adorable in them)
_
• Jubilee had already started to steal your clothes when you showed interest in doing the same, face falling once you realized that her clothes wouldn’t fit you

• hating to see you upset, she takes it upon herself to make her wardrobe more accessible to you, and starts to buy exceptionally stylish clothes a few sizes too big, wearing them proudly (and even starting a new trend at Xavier’s)
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RIVERDALE:

• Reggie being the huge guy he is (in all of his 6ft3 glory), most of his clothes fit you - and go down to your knees

• his favorite thing in the world is when you wear his clothes, and he always brags about it to his friends

• it always makes his heart swell with love and pride, to see you wearing his things around school
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• Unfortunately, Cheryl only owns skin tight designer clothes in her enormous wardrobe

• or well, until she notices you glancing at her clothes way too long for it to be simply admiring

• from that day on, she buys larger clothes as well - all designer - and pretends not to know what you’re talking about when you confront her ( “Cheryl, those clothes are way too big for you! Why are they here?” “Excuse you, darling, but this is the new trend!”)

‘Kids Will Climb Into Ovens To Roast Themselves Alive’: 5 Questions With Gordon Ramsay

With a culinary empire that includes dozens of top-tier restaurants and numerous hit TV shows, Gordon Ramsay is the food world’s biggest star. He was kind enough to sit down with us and share some of the secrets behind his astronomical success as a chef and entertainer.

1. You just wrapped up your fifth season of

MasterChef Junior.

How does working in a kitchen full of kid chefs differ from working in one full of adults?

It requires a lot more patience and attention. If you turn away for even a moment during a challenge, all the kids will climb into their ovens to roast themselves alive. If you don’t accompany them to the pantry, they’ll inevitably stuff a seabass full of forks and radishes and use a pressure cooker to turn it into a dirty bomb. You can’t get mad at them—kids will be kids, after all—but you’ve really got to watch them closely.

2. What is the most important factor in putting together a successful dish?

It all comes down to ingredients. Use only the best, most stunning ingredients, and source them as locally as possible. I try to only use ingredients that can be found within a 10-meter radius of my kitchen, which essentially amounts to whatever can be foraged from my laundry room and bathroom. That may sound limiting, but it’s not. Nothing dances on the taste buds quite like the L.A. Looks hair gel I find under my bathroom sink. There’s no better aromatic to brighten up a roast than the dryer sheets in find in the cupboard above my washing machine. Trust me, local is the way to go.

3. Your name is synonymous with fine dining, but do you have any culinary guilty pleasures? Perhaps some junk foods you secretly like to pig out on?

In the U.K. we have this snack called Gromfrey’s Aerated, which is basically warm cod fanny that’s been whipped into a parfait and stuffed into a tube of sheep intestine with large deposits of salt and wet wool—sort of like a British Twinkie. Anyway, the Gromfrey’s Wagon comes around every morning at sunrise, and when I’m back home I’ll invariably be the first one out to greet it, eagerly waving a fistful of quid while the schoolchildren queue up behind me, all of us chanting the famous jingle, “Lord Gromfrey, Lord Gromfrey! Bring us your hot and viscous treat! Lord Gromfrey, Lord Gromfrey! Our favorite aerated meat!” It’s all empty calories and sodium, but I can’t get enough.

4. If you could give aspiring chefs one piece of advice, what would it be?

Keep your damn cock-hole the size it is. Don’t go stretching it out to the point that it hardly functions as a cock-hole anymore. Just stick with the cock-hole size God gave you, and work with its limitations. I see so many great young chefs get ruined by thinking they need this gigantic cock-hole like Wolfgang Puck or Daniel Boulud. No. Sure, cock-hole size plays a part in being a great chef, we all know that, but it’s just one of the three factors that go into creating great cuisine. Don’t let it hold you back.

5. What is one trait you’ve noticed that great chefs have in common?

A very large cock-hole.

Circumstance (Part 2)

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son 

Here’s Part 2! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback already. Keep it coming!

Tagging a few people who have been helping me: @readinggiraffe @rhysand-and-rowan @autumn03 @destiny14444 (If you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know!)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5


Cadewyn is amazed by the beauty of Terrasen. The towering mountains, crystal clear lakes, and enormous, flourishing pine trees that surround the capital city of Orynth is completely breathtaking. As he follows the Captain of the Guard, Aedion, around the palace grounds, he is struck by how different it is from the Night Court.

In Velaris, his parents do not own a large castle, or a huge plot of land. There is Aunt Elain’s garden, but Cade is sure she would love to see the one in Terrasen thrice the size of her own. Only in the last few years has Cade been able to venture down to the Court of Nightmares, and the difference between the two capitals is practically palpable.

Terrasen is fresh, new, and clean, with smiles passed between everyone and a calm atmosphere. The palace, which Cade has learned was built only in the last couple decades, is pristine, though old fashioned, and though it is enormous, has an incredibly homey feel to it. Hewn City is dark, extravagant, and the tension that is constantly floating in the air gives him a headache whenever he visits. The architecture is old and, though it is kept very clean, feels dirty.  

Quickly, and without much effort, Cade finds himself at ease in the company of the captain as they stroll along the edge of the forest and make polite conversation. Aedion only looks a few years older than Cade, but the boy knows better. The captain may not have pointed ears or elongated teeth, but Cade can recognize the smell of fae blood in him.

They have been walking a few minutes in silence, just admiring their surroundings, when Cade finally works up the courage to ask. “So, how old are you?” He wonders, trying to be nonchalant about it so as not to seem rude.

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Finally - Daryl Dixon

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A/N: This took me five hours to write. I am tired. Please enjoy.

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS OMG 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Type: Small Amount of Angst/Fluff

Setting: Alexandria Era/Pre-Negan

Warning: Cursing, idk what else (Please message me if you spot any)

*not my gif*

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

It’s a hot, bright day in Alexandria. The sun was beating down in the small community as the people worked in the baking heat, drenched in sweat. As you trotted down the steps of your shared home with Abraham and Rosita, you see Daryl Dixon, helping load up for a run. His toned arms were glistening in the sun with sweat, his angel wing vest hanging loosely on his torso. You bite your lip as you take in his appearance. 

You had been with the group before Rick joined. Since the very beginning you had an attraction to Daryl. Something in the way he moved just made your body ache for him. But, life being its unfair self, you two ended up as friends and nothing more. You had hoped and prayed every time you saw him for him to grab your face and kiss your lips and hold you, but obviously that wasn’t happening any time soon.

“You know,” Maggie said, joining your side, “staring ain’t gonna do nothing.”

Exactly! you’re right. I’m gonna go up to him right now and profess my love to him and we can run off into the sunset together,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as Maggie laughed next to you.

“Don’t think thats the best idea. You wouldn’t make it a mile without being fronted by walkers,” she giggled.

“Well there goes my plan, guess I can’t do anything about it now,” You said shortly, walking up the steps to your house. Maggie followed you and grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Well, talking to him might be a start,” Maggie said, serious now.

“Now you see my problem. I can’t just talk to him without making a fool of myself,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“I can solve that,” Maggie smirked. You opened your mouth to protest, but Maggie was quick. 

“Daryl!” Maggie said, hopping down the steps. The man turned and started walking over to you as you crossed your arms tightly over your chest and walked down the steps. Your eyes focused on a pebble on the ground as he got nearer. 

“Hey, I’m not feeling that great, so I don’t think I can go on that run. But my good friend Y/N here has offered to go in my place,” Maggie said, a smile playing on her lips. Her hand patted your shoulder as you took in a breath and looked up, meeting eyes with the beautiful man. 

“Yeah, I can go in Maggie’s place. Only if its okay with you. I don’t want to-” You rambled on as Maggie’s grip tightened on your shoulder. You got the message and finished, “overstep.”

“Yeah, sure. We leave in a few minutes.” He said simply and nodded, walking away.

As soon as he was far enough away, you turned to Maggie, throwing her hand off your shoulder. 

“What the fuck was that!” You said, nearly yelling.

“Hey you should be thanking me!”

Thanking you? I’m going to embarrass myself!”

“I can’t help that I’m not feeling well,” She said, forcing herself to do the fakest cough you have ever seen. You playfully push her shoulder.

“You should go get ready. I don’t want to keep you from him,” Maggie smiles. You shout a profanity at her as she walks down the steps and walks away.

You walk into the house and into your bathroom. You look in the mirror and splash some water onto your face and run a hand through your tangled hair. You walk down the steps and grab a gun from the armory, then head to the car. 

Spencer is standing outside the car with Carol at his side. Daryl approaches from a building and asks what the plan is.

“Well we just need basic supplies and I was told there was a place a few miles South that will have what we need,” Rick explains. You all nod, then open the door to the backseat, and crawl in. You sit next to Carol behind the driver seat and Rick drives with Daryl in the passenger seat. You can’t help yourself when you see Daryl sitting there, messing with something on his crossbow. Carol coughs and you look at her. She’s smirking at you, but you just bashfully smile and look down, your hair hiding your flushed cheeks. 

When all of you reach the spot, you see it is a run down supermarket. You get out from the car and Rick loads his gun and speaks.

“I say we split up,” Rick says, giving Daryl a second list. “I’ll go with Y/N, Daryk go with Carol.”

You groan on the inside, but nod on the outside. Fate just wasn’t on your side. Your gun is at the ready as you enter the store. You and Rick go to one side of the rather large store as Carol and Daryl go to the other side. 

The first thing on Rick’s list was blankets, so you head to that part of the store, which just happens to be next to the clothes. You look around, making sure there are no walkers, and grab a bag.

“Since we’re already here, I’m going to grab some new clothes. Im running low because most of my clothes have been ripped. Can’t seem to remember why,” You say, and Rick laughs along with you.

You start throwing random shirts that look your size into a bag and you see a necklace on a jewelry stand. You grab your gun and walk over to it. It’s a small, thin chain with a small arrow on it. You reach to take it off the stand, but out of no where a walker had tackled you from behind. You screamed, falling onto the ground with the walker on top of you. The walker goes limp on top of you as Rick stabs it. He bends down to push it off of you as you breathe hard. Rick offers you his hand and you take it, standing up. You lock eyes with the tall man. He lets go of your hand after while and you cast your eyes back towards the necklace that is now still clutched in your hand. As Rick tries to walk away you stop him.

“Hey,” you say and he turns around. “Can you put this necklace on me real quick?” You ask, holding the necklace out. He puts his gun in the waistband of his pants and smiles.

“Sure thing,” he says, sauntering over to you. He grabs the necklace from your hand and wraps it around your neck, clasping it in the back. You turn to face him and say a ‘thanks’, before Rick chuckles.

“You’ve got a big of walker goo on your face,” he laughs, reaching for your face. He puts his hands on either side of your face as you laugh with him.

“Gross! Get it off me!” You smile, glad there is some time in this dark world where you can actually laugh.

He wipes the walker goo off your face as you hear footsteps running. You turn and turn to see Daryl and Carol appear out of an aisle and Daryl’s eyes fall onto you and Ricks compromising position. 

“Sorry, we heard a scream and didn’t know what it was…” Carol says as you jump apart from Rick.

“No it’s okay, we were just about done anyways, what about you?” Rick asks Carol. You block out their voices as you see Daryl’s eyes boring into you.

“Good, then lets head out,” Rick says. You tear your eyes from Daryl and grab your bag of clothes, slinging it over your shoulder. 

You head out of the store, trailing a bit behind, walking with Rick. A few feet in front of you, you see Daryl and Carol in a deep conversation. You see Carol smile at him and it makes your insides burn. You hated seeing him with some other girl. You wanted to be the one laughing with him. You wanted to be the one walking with him. You wanted to be the one with him, quite simply.


When you got home, you were sitting on the bed, holding the charm on your necklace between your thumb and forefinger. You sighed and stood up, walking out of the house. You decided that if fate wasn’t on your side, you were going to put it on your side. 

You walk to Carols house and walk up the steps to her front door, and before you could knock, the door opens and there stands Daryl. You two stare at each other for a moments before he takes in a breath as if to say something, but just brushes past you and down the steps. You exhale and shake your head, walking in her house and calling her name.

“Hey, Y/N what’s up?” she asks and you close the door. 

“Carol, I have a problem. And I thought I would come to you because you probably know what to say but I understand if-” You’re cut off by Carol smiling.

“You’re in love with Daryl,” She states, chuckling.

“What- Where- How did you-” You trip over words.

“Oh Y/N,” She says, placing her hands on your shoulders, “Sweet, wonderful Y/N, you do realize Daryl just came in here all in a hissy because he was worried you were in love with Rick?”

“Wait what?” You ask.

“Honey, he is hopelessly in love with you. If you haven’t noticed by now, you must be blind, deaf, and stupid,” she laughs, “And funny thing is, he obviously hasn’t picked up on how much you practically drool over him, which makes him also blind, deaf, and stupid.”

“He likes me?” You ask, your heart racing.

“More like in love. He has been since I can remember. Now if you are still not going to make the move, I will gladly,” she says.

“No way in hell I’m making the first move! What if he doesn’t like me anymore because he thinks I like Rick? What if he just isn’t into me anymore?” You ramble on.

“Fine then, stay here,” Carol says, walking out the door. She opens the door and lo and behold, Daryl is standing at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Carol. She walks down the steps, grabs him by his vest, and shoves him into the house. I stare at him as he stares at me. Both of our eyes are locked on each other. Unmoving. 

“Now, I’m going to leave. And when I do, will you two please just kiss or something? Or profess your undying love? This game you two play is so damn tiring,” she states, closing the door and leaving. It’s silent for a few moments before Daryl walks over to right in front of you. You look up at him, eyes moving slowly to his lips. You cup his face and throw your lips onto his. His lips move beautifully with yours as his hands cup your face.

“Thought you were with Rick.” He said, breaking the kiss.

“I’ve always liked you. Ever since the beginning. I thought you weren’t into me,” you breathed.

“I never thought I would get to kiss you,” he whispers.

“Well shut up and do it again,” You smile as he leans in again to meet his lips yo yours.

From in the house, you can hear Maggie shouting ‘finally’ outside as she looked inside through the open window and saw you and Daryl.

The same word was running through your mind. Finally.

A/N: please reblog this or like it or something this imagine took me like five hours to write i’m tired it’s late i have school in the morning pls just reblog this love u thanks for 100 followers thats so rad

(Gif not mine but writing is)

The New Dragon

After becoming friends during your time at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, you now traveled with Newt Scamander the magizoologist. You both shared an interest in magical creatures, caring for them in particular. It also meant that you got to travel the world in search of the creatures. You were both so passionate about this that Newt decided to plan on writing a book on how to protect and look after those fantastic beasts. 

You were tidying up the shed in the suitcase. It was not that messy but various herbs needed to be reorganised to make them more accessible for the both of you. After dusting off your dress, you excitedly walk out into the enclosures. You could not wait to see what Newt was making. 

Walking towards you was the familiar silhouette of Newt. He was wearing a mustard coloured waistcoat, white shirt and dark trousers. His green eyes were partially covered by his reddish brown hair.
“Is it finished?” you ask excitedly as you bounce up and down. 
“It’s ready.” he replies laughing at your excitement. “W-would you like to have a look?“ 
You smiled as you nod your head. "Ok” he chuckled “but close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise.” You knew that he had been working on it for a while, so he had every right to build up the suspense. As you closed your eyes he gently held onto your hand as he guided you to your destination. 

“You can open them now.” he said whilst releasing your hand from his. As you opened your eyes you almost fell backwards in awe at what was in front of you. Luckily Newt held his hands on your shoulder and back to steady you.
“It’s perfect.” you said as you gazed at the beauty in front of you. The space looked like a vast grassy but rocky field with a pool of water in the distance. Hidden was a cave lined with various rocks. You both stood in the centre of the brand new enclosure. It resembled the landscape of the higher mountain regions in Wales. 

You looked at Newt who you didn’t realise was staring at you to see your reaction. “Does this mean we can go and and get her?” you ask. 
“Yes, it is time.” he replied smiling.
You both practically ran to the shed and then up the ladder and out of the suitcase.

Newt had heard of a female Common Welsh Green dragon that resided in the mountain regions of Wales. Townsfolk had been complaining that something had been feeding on their herds of sheep. Lately it had been eating so much that soon Muggles would notice that something unexpected was the culprit. 

Steadily you both walked on the rocky terrain, which proved challenging in your boots. Newt held the suitcase in one hand and kept a firm grip on your hand with the other. He was scared of you falling over. Finally the ground leveled out as you looked at the field in front of you. Newt had received a tip off that the dragon was already out, gazing hungrily at the herd of sheep again. Everything was quiet until a roar boomed in the distance, somewhere behind the field. 

Newt could feel your hand trembling in his and he looked at you with a worried expression. You were nervous because this would be your first ever encounter with a dragon. Remembering your lessons at Hogwarts about how dangerous dragons can be, made you shake a bit more. "It’s alright. Just follow my lead.“ he said reassuringly. 

You copied Newt as he began to walk with silent, lengthy strides. As you both walked further, a large silhouette began to become visible. "Dragons can be a little unpredictable but as long as you appear confident then they won’t see you as an easy target.” he whispered. 
Both of you stood up as straight as you possibly could, to make you look bigger than what you really were. 
“But how is it going to get into the case?” you asked with a concerned look on your face. 
Newt chuckled. “Offer it something that it loves.”

You opened the suitcase and laid it on the ground. Slowly Newt pulled his wand out of its holder. “Wingardium leviosa” he said in a quiet voice. A toy of a sheep moved out of the case and around your feet. Newt was controlling the spell in such a way that the movement of the sheep decoy looked realistic. 

As soon as she caught sight of it, the dragon’s eyes were fixed on the toy. The large creature began to stalk it. You remember reading about these dragons and how competitive they can be. When they spot that another creature potentially wants the food that the dragon has its eye on, it then becomes an obsession for the dragon to get the food, no matter what it is. 
“We should begin to move forward now that she’s seen it?” you whispered. Newt nodded. You both began to dart forward a step towards the toy sheep. The dragon caught a glimpse of you both. The game was now on. 
The dragon lunged forward towards the toy and followed it. You noticed that there was something a bit odd with the way she moved. With a wave of Newt’s wand, the sheep decoy jumped into the case. The dragon froze in front of it. It knew that it was too big to fit in it. 
Newt darted towards the case. Not to be beaten, the dragon jumped forward. She stumbled into the case with a lot less grace than you thought it would have. 

Back inside the suitcase you rush over to the enclosure Newt built, to see your newest arrival. You cautiously approached the area. Even though this breed of dragon were relatively subdued, it is important to give new creatures their space so they can grow accustomed to their environment. 

Newt was holding two buckets of meat and handed one to you. Both of you emptied the meat into the cave, making sure that the dragon was watching you. It was important to show a new beast that you are there to help provide and care for them.
You looked at the dragon, amazed by her gorgeous green scales and ferocious presence. Newt stared at you with a smile on his face. He loved watching you as you studied the creature with fascination and pure joy. Newt was glad that you shared the same passion for magical creatures as he did. 
You caught a glimpse of Newt staring you, causing a light blush to fill your cheeks. He quietly chuckled at your reaction. "It’s amazing what you’ve done Newt. Building this and housing these amazing beasts.“ you say whilst looking at the puzzled expression on his face. "It really is.” your words now caused him to blush. 
“I’ll just return these buckets to shed.” he said smiling proudly whilst he took the bucket from your hand. 

The dragon began to walk around to get used to its new home. There was still something not quite right about the way it moved. It was as if it was limping slightly as it walked. Your eyes studied the body of the dragon until they focused on a drop of blood running down its side. The contrasting red line on its green scales stood out just behind the wing. 

“Newt, I think that the dragon is hurt.” you called whilst keeping your eye on the dragon. You moved further towards the back of her to try and get a better look at the wound. You could see that the dragon was following your movements with her eyes. For a moment you stared at each other and you couldn’t quite explain it but it was as if you both knew what the other was thinking. Slowly the dragon lifted her wing, revealing a large branch that was impaled under her scales. The size of it must be causing her great pain and definitely explained why she had trouble moving. 

You slowly walk towards the dragon, making sure to look at her face the entire time incase she did not want you to. The scales looked even more beautiful up close, like shards of shiny green shell. Blood continued to trickle from the base of the branch but there were patches of darker red. It must have been there for days if not weeks. Looking at her face again, it looked as if the the dragon knew what you were planning to do and was bracing itself. Part of you knew that you should wait for Newt to get back so he could help but you had come this far, the dragon was ready and looked like it wanted it taken out as soon as possible.
“Shh” you soothed, though it was more to calm your own nerves.

Slowly you grabbed the base of the branch. You could not believe that you were doing this and that you were touching a real dragon. Looking at where it was, it was going to be easy. You were so focused on the task that you did not notice the sound of footsteps in the distance. Mustering up all of your strength and courage, you pulled the branch out in one swift movement. During this action the dragon squirmed in the brief pain. That’s when suddenly. 

It all happened so quickly, that you did not have time to reach for the wand in your pocket. The dragon unconsciously raised its claw and scratched your arm. Great pain searing through it. You let out a scream as you stepped back several paces out of the enclosure. You had not seen your injury but you knew that you should not appear weak or hurt in front of a dragon. 

“(Y/N)!” you heard Newt yell as he ran towards you. Looking down you could see your blood soaked sleeve as your arm grew warm and wet. The cut must have been deep as you were losing quite a lot of blood. Feeling dizzy, your legs give out and you sit in the floor. The pain in your arm and the shock made you shake. Newt rushed to your side and knelt down beside you. “Merlin’s beard.” he exclaimed as he looked at you, worry etched on his face. 

“I’m so sorry Newt. The dragon had a branch lodged in her side and it was hurting her. I managed to get it out. This was only an accident.” you whispered, breathing heavily. He glanced up and saw the bloody branch on the ground. 
“I know.” he soothed as he gently stroked your face. Trying to keep his composure, he lifted up the soggy sleeve of your dress. He looked at your blood covered arm and you start to do the same. “(Y/N), keep your eyes on me.” he said whilst trying to smile reassuringly. Damn your arm must be worse that you thought. Obeying his wishes you focus on his face, slowly getting lost in his green eyes. He was deep in thought whilst looking at your arm, though a smile flashed across his face as he caught a glance of you staring at him. 

“There’s too much.” Newt mumbled as he lifted his waistcoat slightly. He ripped a couple of strips of fabric off of his white shirt. Using one strip he wrapped it tightly around the top of your arm to lessen the blood flow. He picked up the other piece and hesitated. “This is going to hurt a bit.” he said softly. You could see in his face that he did not want to hurt you in anyway. Slowly you lifted your other arm and took his free hand in yours. He stroked your hand using his thumb. 
Using the fabric he started to clean up the wound as gently as he could. You squirmed as your arm stung, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Newt looked away in guilt. 
Feeling tired you begin to close your eyes involuntarily. Newt squeezed your hand to force your eyes open again. You looked at Newt’s face again. 

“Sorry I hurt you. I had to do it so I could see what I’m doing.” he said, his voice cracking slightly, with red tear filled eyes. You could see how uncomfortable he was with hurting you.
“You are silly.” you giggled. He smiled in response whilst taking his wand out of its holder. Waving it above your arm he said a healing spell. You looked at your arm, all that remained of the cut now was a small scar. 

Looking back up, Newt’s eyes meet yours. 
“Thank you” you said smiling. 
“For what?” he said with a confused expression. 
“For being amazing.” you grin. 
Newt’s cheeks flushed red as he chuckled. 

Here Kitty Kitty

Requested by: @jkseagull97 idk why I can’t tag you :( 

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, light BDSM, light dom/sub

Words: 3,273


“Baby, c’mon let’s go.” Namjoon pleads with his boyfriend who has been holed up in his studio for close to 28 hours. “If you haven’t finished by now it’s not going to happen tonight.” When he doesn’t get a response he rips the headphones off the other’s head and chucks them across the room.

   “What the hell Namjoon?” Yoongi rasps and rubs at the bags that look more like bruises under his eyes. Namjoon’s heart clenches a bit at how exhausted he really looks.

   “Come home with me Yoongi,” Namjoon says reaching for the older, but Yoongi shakes his head fervently.

   “I have to finish it Joonie, I have to. There are deadlines and people counting on me to have it done. I can’t let them down.” His voice shakes and tears start to roll down his porcelain cheeks. Yoongi doesn’t cry, not unless he’s really distressed and Namjoon knows this.

   “Oh Yoongi,” Namjoon coos and reaches for the other who gladly jumps up to hug him. “Everything’s fine and you have plenty of time. Hell, you make the rest of us look like slackers. Why are you so upset?” Namjoon rubs Yoongi’s back and presses a kiss to his temple.

   “I don’t know why but I just can’t stop feeling anxious lately. I don’t know what to do.” Namjoon tightens his hold on the other and takes a deep breath.

   “We’ll figure it out, okay? I promise but we have to get you home and in bed.” Yoongi only sniffs weakly before nodding and letting his boyfriend carry him to their car.

   Namjoon tucks him in after kissing him goodnight and the older falls asleep almost instantly. The younger can’t seem to join him, not with the thought of how stressed his baby has been lately. He had to do something about it.

   “You want to what?” Yoongi deadpanned, pausing in between bites of eggs Namjoon had made earlier.

“Adopt a hybrid,” Namjoon answers with obvious excitement in his voice. Yoongi squints at him before setting his chopsticks down and sighing.

“Why would you want to do that?” Yoongi asks genuinely confused.

“Well it’s not necessarily for my benefit,” He trails off and Yoongi squints again. “Okay, you said that you’ve been stressed lately and I read that this might help. I think it’s a really good idea.” Yoongi stops squinting and is quiet for awhile. “Yoongi?”

“You really think this might work?” He asks the younger in a small voice.

“I think it’s worth a try. Anything that could help you feel better.” Namjoon smiles and Yoongi blushes before leaning over to kiss him softly.

“Thank you, Joonie.”

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So, I got an anonymous ask, wanting a tutorial on how I do my bullet journal. Here are some closer pictures of the spread. I do each week on two pages, so I can see everything in one place. One side is devoted to chores and daily habits. The other has my events, deadlines, and daily tasks. I use a moleskin extra large exercise book, because it’s got squared pages and it’s B5 size, which allows me to write lots of information. However, the pages are quite thin, and it’s not a pure white colour, which is a bit annoying.

first page

  1. First I choose what colours I want the week to be. I chose green this week; I’m not sure how much I like having the whole thing being just one colour.
  2. I start by writing a title. “Week Ten” refers to the tenth week of Spring Term, because that’s how my university structures the course.
  3. Underneath, in the first of two columns, I write my weekly goals. 
  4. Underneath that, I have a tracker of how much water I’ve drunk each day. Due to my activity and my weight, I need to drink 7 pints a day. I have an app on my phone, Plant Nanny, that also keeps track of what I drink.
  5. On the right hand column, I write out my readings for each module. I usually have three subheadings, but I’ve finished my “sexualities through history” module. I use a circle to mark out the readings, to show that they’re different from tasks. 
  6. Below that, I have weekly chores that I need to do at some point. These often don’t get done…
  7. Below that, I have a record of how much sleep I get. I often get way too much, because I’m lazy.Too much sleep makes me feel really groggy so I try and get between 7-9 hours a night. 

second page

  1. Then, I separate the second page into four columns. The first column has the day and date, and is smaller than the other three. The second column has my Events/Appointments in, and the remaining two have my daily tasks.
  2. I write out my events at the start of the week, things like seminars, meetings with professors, and seeing my friends. Sometimes I put going to the gym there, as it motivates me to pack my gym stuff before going to campus. Each event is denoted with a triangle, to differentiate them from tasks.
  3. The next two columns have my tasks. I write these out at the start of the day, apart from teeth and omeprazole (my heartburn medicine). 
  4. I like to put stickers and other cute things in the blank spaces if I haven’t had enough tasks to fill both columns. 

There you have it! Let me know if you want any more details.

The Signs as Self Love Tips

Aries: make a list of things you dislike about yourself.  don’t be hard or cruel to yourself, but keep it simple.  write down as many things as you can think of.  decorate this list with whatever you wish, using colors and objects that maybe you don’t like so much or that bring negative thoughts to your head.  now, in a very safe manner, make a fire and toss in the list.  watch it burn away all of the negative thoughts and energies.  after it is only ashes, create and decorate a similar list, but of things you love about yourself, and keep this one.

Taurus: make sure you feel comfortable in your space.  an important part of self-love is having an environment that makes you feel serene, happy, and healthy.  decorate your room (or whatever your safe space is) with colors and objects that make you feel good.  get rid of anything that holds bad memories or that you associate with your points of insecurities.  don’t be afraid to move things around and try a new feel for your space every once in a while.  arrange and rearrange until you feel completely wonderful in your space.

Gemini: write about yourself.  try doing so in third person, perhaps with a different name and identity as you.  however, give this person similar traits as you.  write about them, in any setting, going through a journey of self-discovery.  elaborate on their (your) good traits, and make sure they live up to your full potential.  take their (your) not-so-great traits (or points of insecurity) and write about how they overcome these, use them to their advantage, or learn to accept and love them.  try using what you wrote in your life.

Cancer: don’t be afraid to cry.  the idea that crying is a weakness is a social standard in today’s society, and there is actually much benefit that comes from crying.  read your favorite book, watch your favorite movie, hug your favorite stuffed animal.  gather all of the harmful thoughts you have about yourself and cry.  let all of those thoughts channel out through your tears, and visualize them leaving your body with every drop.  when you’re done, treat yourself to something you love and write down a few positive things about yourself.

Leo: every morning when you wake up, or every night before you go to sleep, look in the mirror.  stare at yourself, at all of your wonderfully human features and beautiful imperfections.  say “i am beautiful” (with variations such as handsome, pretty, gorgeous, good-looking, etc) three times, or write it down three times.  say it even if you don’t believe it.  you deserve to love yourself, and putting this self love into words, as well as associating it with your face/body, will help you come to realize what an amazing person you are!

Virgo: keep a self-love journal.  make sure to keep up with it, and once a day write a single thing you love about yourself.  make sure to include things about your appearance as well as personality.  after you have written your daily entry, say the words you wrote out loud to yourself.  say it as many times as you wish, as many times as it takes for the positive words to bring a smile to your face.  decorate this journal with colors, drawings, stickers, or other decor that makes you feel happy.  go back through the journal when needed.

Libra: do whatever you can to make yourself…you.  maybe you don’t feel comfortable wearing the kind of clothes, makeup, or accessories you like in public yet, so do it at home.  walk around with those new shoes or dye your hair temporarily.  look at yourself in the mirror and appreciate how you truly look like YOU.  perhaps try building up to presenting yourself this way in public, if you feel comfortable.  if you take a step toward feeling more confident and like yourself, whether in public or not, treat yourself to something you love.

Scorpio: do something nice for yourself.  try to think of something that you love doing, or experiencing.  think outside of the box, and make an attempt to do that.  if you can, try sharing it with someone else.  for example, take a friend to that art gallery you’ve been wanting to visit.  have fun, and get excited for this outing.  when you get back, find a piece of paper and write down all the things you did and how much fun you had.  afterwards, take a nap or do something to help you relax, and remember to breathe.  have fun.

Sagittarius: create a self-love jar.  cut up little pieces of paper, and on each piece, write something that you really love about yourself.  take a large mason jar (or whichever size you would like, really) and decorate it with ribbons, paint, stickers, or whatever you like.  choose your favorite colors and things that soothe you to decorate the jar.  place the pieces of paper in the jar, and put it somewhere that you can see it.  every time you’re feeling down or your self-esteem is low, pick out a piece of paper and read it out loud to yourslf.

Capricorn: take a bath.  fill up the tub with water, epson salt, bubble bath, a bath bomb, or whatever you like.  make sure the temperature is how you like it, and then relax.  you may be inclined to think about your worries and insecurities, but instead try to focus on listing off ten or more things that you love about yourself.  try to get as many as you can.  say them out loud if you wish, so that you can hear them, as well.  make sure to wash all of the negative thoughts off of your body during your peaceful bath.

Aquarius: meditate in your free time.  attempt to clear your mind of all thoughts, especially negative ones about yourself.  let those thoughts go, because they do nothing but weigh you down and make you feel heavy.  if you need, focus on your positive traits during your time.  use this medium of relaxation to learn to see yourself in a more serene, peaceful way.  potentially increase your acceptance of yourself and/or your body.  meditation also has many other positive effects, aside from self love, and can work wonders.

Pisces: practice art in place of self-hate, or practice art to celebrate self-love.  when you are feeling particularly bad about yourself, create a piece of art (whether it be a song, a poem, a sculpture, a painting, a drawing, etc) to release those negative feelings.  destroy it after you have made it, if you wish.  when you are feeling good about yourself, celebrate your happiness with a more loving, special piece of art.  with this type of art, you should either keep it to remind yourself how amazing you are or gift it to someone you love.

remember that all of these can be applied to anyone!  just because i classified a certain exercise under a certain sign does not mean it will only work for that sign.  i encourage you to try all of these!  remember to love yourself :)

Oh no...I REALLY should watch what I say around young children.

I started my first full time job after college only a few months ago, but I have noticed a disturbing trend in an office full of mid-career adults, many of whom have children. There is a large room in the center of the floor I work on dedicated to social events and breaks. It comes equipped with 2 vending machines, a water/ice dispenser, industrial size coffee machines, a fridge, a sink, and cabinets filled with coffee, tea, and…eating utensils.

You can probably see where I’m going. I noticed a huge pile building up of cups, forks, spoons, and other assorted silverware once before and gave people the benefit of the doubt. I cleaned everything. People passed by asked if it was “my turn” to do dishes. I made sure to explain that it wasn’t. I was doing it to have a clean break space, but people should be doing their own dishes. It is not my job, and it is not the cleaning crew’s job (I asked). They thanked me, and I hoped this would clue in people to clean up after themselves. How naive am I?

We were on day 23 since the pile started to reappear. There hadn’t been any clean utensils in the cupboards for almost a week. There is no end in sight. I refuse to clean it again, and I mentioned to my teammates how much it bothers me. Partially because these are adults who are making the mess and partially because…that’s gross. One teammate just looked at me unsympathetically and said “Well, if the mess bothers you so much, why don’t you just clean it up?” The rage I felt just came back as I typed that out. I just did not respond and turned back to my computer.

My opportunity to retaliate came a few days later. In comes his wife, she is toting their 3 elementary-age children behind her. They some times come in to get him, so they can all have lunch together. The wife was saying that the children weren’t cleaning up after themselves, and how they couldn’t go to the pool until it was done. They pouted and said that they didn’t want to do it. My coworker said that they need to be responsible and clean up after themselves because they made the mess. That it was “just a part of growing up”. I swiveled around, smiled, and said “Well, if the mess bothers you so much, why don’t you just clean it up?”

My coworker’s face fell, and after a moment of silence, the kids started to echo me. Though my coworker attempted to rebuttal, it was too late. The damage was done. As my coworker shot me a dirty look, I decided to go out to lunch. Seemed fitting not to have to do dishes that day.

anonymous asked:

There's a drinking competition at Overwatch. Who comes in the last few places, and who comes in the top few, and why? P.S. I love you're work.

A/N: In order to avoid putting like 50 tags and explanations about every single cast members drinking habits, I’ll do a Top and Bottom 5. Omnics (Bastion, Zenyatta, and Orisa) along with Winston are excluded. I’m pretty sure Omnics don’t eat or drink, and I honestly have no idea if gorillas are even capable of getting drunk.

Overwatch’s Champions:

  1. Reinhardt: This one is fairly self explanatory. He’s an incredibly large man, so if we’re going just off of body mass he’s going to be able to handle a large amount of alcohol. I can’t see a knight not being able to hold his drink, especially one as loud and boisterous as Reinhardt. Plus, he’s German, I’m pretty sure alcohol tolerance is genetic for him.
  2. Roadhog: Look at him, he’s gigantic! Even if we disregard literally every other factor about Roadhog; his rough upbringing, his tough as nails attitude, his stylish mask, he’s still the largest member of Overwatch by far! The only reason he even comes in second is because of Reinhardt’s proud German heritage, otherwise, Roadhog would be king.
  3. Torbjorn: What this dwarf lacks in size he makes up for in tolerance. Being the excessively stout man that he is, Torbjorn can handle just as much alcohol as Reinhardt, seeing as how the two are constantly getting into drinking contests during their down time. You don’t get that grumpy unless you’ve had a few early mornings after a night of drinking.
  4. Reaper: This one’s a little trickier to nail down. I imagine that Reaper himself can’t really get drunk, which almost made me disqualify him, but he was Gabriel Reyes for the bulk of his life. The Blackwatch commander can hold his drink with the best of them, and he spent plenty of evenings drinking McCree under the table.
  5. McCree: The guy’s a walking stereotype, of course the lone cowboy bounty hunter is going to have a penchant for alcohol. I mean even in the Christmas comic, McCree is passed out drunk at a bar. He may not have the endurance of those above him on the list, but he’s certainly not a lightweight.

Overwatch’s Lightweights:

  1. D.va: She’s a 19 year old gamer who’s roughly the same size as Tracer, but is a few years younger. I doubt she’s had all that much experience drinking heavily, if she’s even tried alcohol at all. Poor little Hana will be the first one to hit the floor when the party kicks into full gear, despite her spitfire personality. Quite the juxtaposition between her two states.
  2. Tracer: So you’ve got a Brit who’s the size of D.va, is only a few years older than her, and lives in a country that serves warm beer. I can’t imagine Lena hits the bars all that often, that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy the lively company, just that she can’t hold her weight in liquor. She tried rewinding the alcohol away once, didn’t work out too well.
  3. Lucio: Poor little frog-boy is even shorter than D.va and Tracer, though he has a little bit of body mass on the two of them. He’s lean and green, but that doesn’t exactly help when you’re shotgunning vodka with the gang. He enjoys drinking, having everyone loosen up makes for a great time, and he can somehow DJ well even when he’s drunk.
  4. Mercy: I can’t really see Angela drinking hard alcohol, at least, not very often. She’s definitely a fan of wine, and I could see her enjoying some nice champagne, but it’s difficult to picture her and tequila. Getting her to agree to some binge-drinking isn’t easy, and she’s going to be out sooner than most. Her Valkyrie suit doesn’t help with hangovers.
  5. Genji: The only organic components left in our favorite cyborg ninja is the upper-left portion of his torso, that arm, and his head. Everything else is a prosthetic given to him by Overwatch. I have no doubt he could out-drink most others in his youth, but he’s not an infamous playboy anymore. It probably isn’t the best idea to get alcohol in those circuits.
Ankle Biter

Another Negan fanfic!

Your dog ran away from Alexandria and when you went to find her you found someone else had already found your Golden Retriever.

Ships: Negan x Reader

Words: 1,514

Warnings: Sexual references, Minor curses

You had been playing with your golden retriever, Ankle Biter (Anny for short), when Rick and Michonne had come back from a supply run. The dogs ears flicked upwards and he turned towards the sound, a fluorescent green tennis ball still in his mouth.

“ Anny…” You said in a low voice. “Don’t you even think about it.” You said in an almost growl. The dog looked between you and the gate, sizing up the risk.

You began to slowly walk towards the retriever when the dog bolted in a blur of gold.

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You know I was thinking today and like–if your Warden wasn’t an elf, then Zevran is important in a way that I hadn’t thought about at all before.  Think about it.  Think about that confident, unapologetic, dangerous elf fighting in the square for the people of Redcliffe, through the streets of Denerim, where everyone can see.  Think about being human, cowering behind a stack of crates while an elf faces off against hurlocks twice his size, and never flinches, and brings them down.  Think about being an alienage elf and seeing this elf who lives outside of anything you’ve ever experienced, who carries himself with flair and even a little brag, who treats his human friends as equals.  Sure, the truth is that Zevran is as much a victim as anyone, but he never shows it; he works hard to project suave fearlessness.  Think about the impressions that must have left behind, the deep-seated and largely unchallenged assumptions he must have wrecked.

We need to talk about that...

Not Today - Dance Practice Video for the BTS FESTA 2017

  1. Namjoon’s dance skills and flow… Told y’all he was NOT bad at dancing.
  2. Did y’all see the slow motion roll of Jungkook? DID YOU??! Because DAMN that was LIT AF!
  3. Jimin in large clothes is back! Giving us the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ vibe I love! Also, did you see him crawl on the floor…? wow
  4. Yoongi is wearing yellow. FUCKING YELLOW! Either he wanted to make sure to NOT be ignored, or he’s going soft. Or both… (Or it’s gonna be the new meme ‘Let’s all wear a white shirt and not tell Yoongi’…)
  5. Did you noticed Taehyung’s vibe during the ‘freestyle’ parts? I don’t even have words for his awesomeness at this point…
  6. Let’s all stop a minute at how SWAG Seokjin looks with that big sized hoodie, please. Because it gives him that flow, and DAMN I was not ready…
  7. I’m also very, very, jealous of how good looking Hoseok is in shorts. Like, if I wear short, I look like a kinder garden potato, but Hobi? No, that man can wear anything and still look hella hot! Life is so not fare…
  8. And last, but not least, let’s all take a minute (or twenty) to get a closer look to all the dancers in the back. They’re all so talented, I think we should get them an award too, honestly.

what a weird candle

I did my first day at the new job and I’m not really sure I like it. I’m gonna let it play out and see what happens, but I’m already stressing out about it even though it seems like super easy work. I haven’t done the two jobs thing in a long time because it stressed me out so much the first time around, plus I have reservations about the job itself.

Perpetual Motion 1/1

I planned on writing this anyway but decided to kill two birds with one stone. Written for a fanfic challenge on Facebook for @wildwingsuz and her group in response to a photo prompt (A swing by a pond/lake) but also included is conversation prompt #19 for the anon who said the prompt “I’m okay”……..”You don’t look okay”……..”Well stop fucking looking then” sounds ‘totally Scully-esque’.

I agree wholeheartedly and this is the result.  

Set during Revival and also recounts events pre IWTB


PERPETUAL MOTION

We had first discovered this place when we had already been living in the farmhouse for several months, happening upon it one fine Spring day when we finally began to properly explore the land that surrounded us on all four sides; the warmth of the weak sunshine tempting us to walk farther than we had during the frigid winter months where really,  we had been far too preoccupied in trying to find a way to heal the wounds we had inflicted upon each other  amid the confusion and uncertainty of our time on the run, than in venturing outside to map out our domain.

We knew there was a lake somewhere on the property – the real estate deeds had spoken of just such a thing – rather grandly called ‘Pioneer’s lake’- I’m guessing it was a man made relic of times gone by.

I’m not sure I would have called it a lake though because although large enough to house a small wooden dock which creaked ominously even under Scully’s slight weight, to me it was nothing more than an over-sized pond complete with a family of fat brown ducks who squawked an indignant warning amidst much ruffling of feathers at the pair of interlopers who had disturbed their quiet sanctuary.  And sanctuary, as it turned out, was a pretty good description for this cool green oasis because from the minute she set eyes on it, Scully fell instantly in love.

To see her truly happy for the first time in months twisted and pulled at something deeply primitive that lay slumbering inside me and which I had thought had been quieted forever; namely my need to protect her, to give her whatever it might take to quiet the demons which plagued her so mercilessly and which had forced me to make the decision to finally stop running before I lost her forever.

We had found ourselves in a small town in Nevada in those final few weeks;  sparsely populated, it had enough amenities to make life a little easier.  No longer moving constantly as we had right at the very beginning we had, for the previous year or so, settled – if you could call it that – in similar non-descript places for just long enough to find some paid employment to boost our rapidly declining finances; a few weeks at a time where we found something cheap to rent and stopped to catch our breath.

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“Steve, I need you.”

(Steve Rogers X Reader) - NSFW

Summary:  One Shot -  The reader and Steve had been friends for a long time. Steve burning hot and cold towards the reader has her on edge. He returns home to find her in the bath, where the discuss what they are really doing….
(I’m awful at writing summaries - smut, thats the sum of it. Sappy feelings followed up with shower sex.)

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Smut, (potentially awful smut as this was my first attempt at it)

Story can also be read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9393887

A/N:  I apologize in advance if this is awful, I’ve never attempted smut before and this just sort of got out of hand and ended up there. If you like it - feel free to share it. Thank you for reading! <3

Originally posted by natashasromanoff

The clock read 08:00pm. Steve, Bucky, and Nat had been on a mission since yesterday. The mission had taken a turn for the worst which delayed their return. They were supposed to be back hours ago, FRIDAY was keeping you up to date on their delayed arrival.  Growing irritated from Steve’s delay you decided to take a bubble bath. It was the one thing that could relax you without fail.

Making your way into the bathroom you ran a hot bath pouring in your favorite scent. After lighting some candles, you placed them around the tub, when you were satisfied with the amount of light you stripped your clothes off and turned out the lights. The water was hot as you sunk in; your skin pricked as the water settled around you. You slid down, laying back and resting your head against the back of the tub.

You closed your eyes and traced over the events of the past few weeks. You and Steve had been best friends since you moved into the tower. Steve was notorious for flirting with you, but you always dished it right back at him. But lately, things between you two have been strange. Recently he has been playing the push and pull game with your heart. He will flirt with you one moment and then next he is avoiding you like the plague.

Steve promised he’d explain what was going on with him when he got back from this mission, but low and behold – he was late. You continued to dwell on the anxiety as you laid in the tub. You couldn’t handle much more of the push and pull game; you had fallen in love with Steve long ago but never wanted to risk your friendship. Each time he pushed you away, it hurt more than you could explain.

You had lost track of time as you laid there; the water was beginning to cool and the bubbles had dissipated. You found yourself fighting sleep from how relaxed you were. As you lay there contemplating if you should get out of the bath you heard footsteps softly approaching.

“Steve?” You questioned.

“Hey Doll, sorry I’m late.” He said coming closer.

“I forgive you.” You replied sinking below the bubbles that remained trying to cover yourself.

Steve came to sit on the step beside the tub.

“I’m glad you made it back safe.”

He smirked at you. “Couldn’t leave you waiting for too long, Doll.”

You smiled at him.

Steve used his hand to stir the water. “Um, Doll how long have you been in here? The water is cold”

You laughed, “Probably too long.”

“I can think of a few ways to warm it up.” He said looking up at you through dark hooded lashes.

You sighed deeply as his flesh hand came to rest on your knee. “Steve, what are we doing?” You questioned. “One minute our conversations are filled with sexual innuendos and the next we are fighting like cats and dogs if you aren’t avoiding me.”

Steve looked at you, “You’re my best friend and I don’t want to do anything that could ruin that.”

“Nothing could ruin our friendship.” You encouraged.

“I’d never forgive myself if I broke your heart.” He muttered.

“Then don’t break it.” You whispered leaning closer to the side of the tub.

“(Y/N)” He whispered leaning in to you.

“Steve,” You breathed, “I need you.”

With another breath, his lips found yours. The kiss was filled with passion and need; your desires took over and pushed any modesty you had left aside, you broke the kiss long enough to remove Steve’s shirt. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your hands found their way into his hair bringing him back to kiss you.

Something primal took over in you as you let Steve deepen the kiss. This was something you had been waiting for, craving even – yet your fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to the passion that this man could pour into a kiss. Without breaking the kiss Steve climbed on top of you in the bath tub.

You broke the kiss to laugh as water spilled over the edges of the tub.

“What’s so funny?” Steve questioned peppering your neck with kisses.

“What a very Clark Kent move of you.” You stated gesturing to him climbing in the tub clothed.

“I don’t get it?” He questioned.

“Movie reference. Batman versus Superman.” You chuckled. “We will watch it.” You said pulling him back to kiss you again.

Hands, tongues, and lips were all fighting for dominance as Steve straddled you. He pulled away taking a deep breath, his mouth moving to the crook of your neck.

“I’m supposed to be debriefing with Bucky and Nat soon.”

“I think you’re going to be missing that meeting.” You breathed.

He trailed kissing further down your chest through the valley between your breasts.

“I thought you weren’t ready to get out of your bath.” He murmured between kisses.

“Minds change.” You said leaning his chin up to look at you.

Steve smirked at you before returning his lips your shoulder, when his lips found the sensitive spot you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips.

“Steve.” You breathed.

“Doll?” He questioned with his lips on your jaw.

“Shower, now,” you pleaded.

He laughed making his way to stand. His arms wrapped around you to help you stand. The cold air of the bathroom nipped as your skin causing you to shudder. Steve was out of the tub first before lifting you over the edge. Your hands settled on his shoulders as he lifted you; a smile spread across your face as your naked body slid down his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve whispered as he set you down.

A soft blush spread through your face, your lips met him in a chaste kiss before you bee lined for the shower. Quickly turning on the warm you stood under it, Steve stripped out of his remaining clothed before joining you. Closing the shower door behind him.

“It’s a good thing Tony believes in over-sized everything,” You smirked.

Steve’s hands wound around your waist and came to settle on your upper thighs, silently pleading for you to jump as his lips crashed against yours again. Obliging him, you jumped, locking your legs behind him, his hands kneading at your flesh. You would surely have bruises from this. Wrapping your arms around his neck you played with his hair at the base of his neck. Desire and want pooled in your core, Steve broke the kiss once again pulling back to look at you. His deep blue eyes were dark with lust.

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

You nodded, biting your lower lip not trusting your voice.

“Doll, I need you to use your words.”

“Yes, Steve. Please, I need you,” You begged in a breathy voice.

That was all the permission he needed. One of his hands released your thigh as he pushed you harder into the shower wall, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly slid inside you. It stung as he stretched you to his large super soldier size. You gasped at the feeling, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or regret. You smiled back at him letting him see you were happy. Your hands pulled his face back to your lips, kissing him as he began to move.

His thrusts were deep, sliding out leaving just the tip in before slamming back into you. With each thrust hitting your sweet spot you knew it wasn’t going to take long. The desire in your core began to coil tightly causing you to moan against his lips. His free hand roamed up your side, barely rubbing over your hardened nipple. The sensation of his rough skin caused your hips to buck as your walls began tightening around him.

He broke the kiss unable to maintain his control any longer; his thrusts quickened in pace and lost their rhythm. Your walls fluttered around him as you felt him pulsate inside you, moans escape both of you as you felt you nearing your edge.

“Steve, I’m gonna…”

“I’m right behind you, Doll,” he breathed into the crook of your neck.

As if all you need was permission, your walls tightened as you convulsed your released around him. With one more thrust, Steve was right behind you, letting his seed fill you. His lips found yours once again letting your ride out or orgasmic bliss. He held you tight as your you both waited for your breathing to return to normal. Sliding out of you, he slowly lowered your legs to the ground, making sure you were steady before letting go.

Your arms still wrapped around his neck, he brought his mouth down to yours in a more tender, romantic kiss.

“I love you, (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N),” He said softly pulling back to look you in the eye.

“I love you, Steven Grant Rogers.”


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