because i tag it with just pants

BTS as Things My Friends Said/Did
  • Namjoon: *breaks something I had to fix a few minutes ago* *goes to get my superglue that is there solely because they break so much stuff*
  • Seokjin: *eats my entire kitchen* "Can we go out to dinner now?"
  • Yoongi: *sleeps vigorously*
  • Hoseok: "You know your friendship is good when there are rumors that you're gay."
  • Jimin: "Make sure you get the trophies in the background so they know I'm accomplished."
  • Taehyung: "I don't think dinosaurs would have dress codes, see the fingertip rule doesn't apply to them because they have short arms right? I can't wear a skirt but dinosaurs could just wear no pants at all."
  • Jungkook: *memes so hard they fall down*

anonymous asked:

can you give me a scientific explanation as to why ripped jeans look so awesome on all SHINee members? cuz i've seen ripped jeans in real life and so NOT appealing. But put them on any one of ot5 and i'm literally exploding inside from how good they look.....even the ridiculously excessive rips where their legs are almost completely exposed anyway (which i find so ridiculous irl) what is this phenomenon????

a question i’ve struggled with for years, my friend. why is it that the shines can work such styles? what is it, exactly, that makes them look so damn good? i’ve worked strenuously for months and i’ve yet to find a scientific explanation for this. i have, however, developed a hypothesis:

  • undeniable fact #1: shinee’s got good leggies. the best leggies. best leg.
  • undeniable fact #2: denim is a superior material
  • when u have beautiful legs, the more u can show em off, the better.
  • additionally, jeans hug the curves of good legs in beautiful ways.
  • therefore, with the multitude of rips, holes,and tears that come with ripped jeans, and with the curve hugging denim material, we get the most of those shine leggies as we can get.
  • and therefore, in your words, ripped jeans look so awesome on all SHINee members

to test this hypothesis out, let’s check it with kibummie.

so if we start with a regular pair of pants:

we have an undeniably beautiful boy just glowing but the pants just are Not doing him any favors (and before some1 gives me garbage for this just know i have a specific tag for these pants because i love them so much but that’s not the POINT)

so we give him some jeans:

look at those leggies!!!!!! so much more defined!!! so good….but these still do not give him the love he deserves, and he knows it too…..

so just…cut the knee holes:

LOOK AT THAT!!!!! HOW DOES IT MANAGE TO GET BETTER?? WE KNOW HOW. THE HYPOTHESIS.

but we still know….we can do better.

and there it is…….the end all be all for good leg fashion. the alpha and the omega for all good looks of all time forever. the earth spins on its axis and revolves around the sun all for this look. the sun shines just so that this look may be seen by the world. this is it!!!! ripped jeans!!!!!! the best look!!!!!!!!

✓ hypothesis proven

this can be supported with evidence from all shinee members

first impressions | jughead jones (riverdale)

Originally posted by bugheadfangirl7

prompt: 63- “i really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town” “i really would’ve liked it if you put pants on before coming into the kitchen”

you were bouncing around in your kitchen dancing to old 90’s songs as you cooked breakfast from your boyfriend after you spent the night out drinking with one of your best girl pals veronica.

♫ i know who i want to take me home, i know who i want to take me home, take me hooomee♫

you spin around in jugheads oversized t-shirt, jughead always loved waking up to you cooking in nothing but his shirts it always left a smug smile on his face.

you spin around singing along continuing to cook when you heard the front door open followed by footsteps at the barks of your dog

“in the kitchen” you call out not bothering to turn around when you heard footsteps enter the kitchen “oh (y/n) um?”

you turn around slightly confused plate of eggs in hands “holy fu*k” you exclaim dropping the plate, smashing at your feet as you glance at jughead standing before you with his mother, father and little sister

“oh my god im so sorry- shit” you cuss cursing at yourself A’s jugheads mother covers the younger girls ears FP laughing at your dazzled state

jughead rushes forward helping you out without stepping in any fragments of broken plate. “you okay babe?” you nod tugging your shirt over your visible ass.

“(y/n) this is my mum, you already know my dad and this is jelly bean” you smile awkwardly at the family.

“ive heard such much about you guys it’s so lovely to meet you” the small girl giggling at you “jug tells me that you miss jb are pretty damn cool”

she acts all flustered cuddling into her mum “well please take a seat ill put the kettle on” jughead offers for them to occupy the couch before he whisks you upstairs red in the face.

he starts laughing and you smack his chest “what the hell jug!” you exclaim rushing to your dresser to pull some shorts on.

“your whole family just saw me in my freaking underwear!!” you complain narrowing your eyes as your boyfriend continues to laugh.

“i really would’ve liked it if you told me your whole freaking family were coming to town!” you hiss

“i really would’ve liked it if you put pants on before coming into the kitchen” he teases kissing your hands

“you suck you know that right?” he reaches over wrapping you up into a hug “your such a dork” he replies squeezing me.

“so do you wanna take your shirt off so we can go back down just so they’re familiar with your whole bod-” you smack his chest shaking your head.

“i hate you” you whisper shout as you walk back down the stairs to properly introduce yourself to the jones family, because first impressions are everything, aren’t they?

TAG LIST✨👱🏻‍♀️: @hauntedcherryblossombanana-blog @sadbreakfastclb @jugandbettsdetectiveagency @kindfloweroflove

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binder positivity by joey

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Cheesy PickUp Line Challenge

4,001 of you wonderful souls follow me now 

and I swore to myself I wouldn’t do a challenge with every milestone, but… I’m gonna do one for this.

Below the cut is a list of the cheesiest and somewhat dirty pick-up lines that will serve as prompts for this little celebration.

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Spreadsheet test: approved! Look at them weights. 

I realized that I could just…do weights on days I don’t run. And I’m more likely to get out and do them actually because I don’t have to dress quite as specifically (slip-on shoes, shorts instead of running pants, etc). 

I also did half a mile on the treadmill walking, because I mean…I was there. :D 

Tracking: Since October 2nd, I have run 119.2 miles.

Datestamp 4.18.2017

anonymous asked:

hey I'm just wondering if there is a download for the wonder boy top seen in your florale pants download and the skull top seen in your anya jeans download (I think they are the same top but I am not 100% sure

they are indeed the same top!! (also the same as the “black is my happy color” top i sometimes use). you can find it here!

@tvshows-addict tagged me to do the Fic authors/Fan artist self rec! The rule is to post your 5 favorite works that you’ve created, then pass this on to at least five other writers and/or artists.  

So….this really isn’t easy for me to do because an artist it’s often hard for me to look back at my old work and love it as much as I did when I first created it! However, here’s what I came up with. Thank you, Addy for tagging me!

Rockstar Harry from the fic Walk On The Ocean. I collaborate with @a-writerwrites a lot and it’s always such fun. This fic gave me a great chance to draw stage hoe Harry, which I hadn’t done before. And I couldn’t resist the idea of trying to capture him in purple and gold glitter platform boots and leather pants! Frankly, I think the other two drawings I did for that fic are among the best drawings I’ve done. 

Valentine’s Day Kiss  - This was one of the first drawings I tried using Copic markers and a photo background. There was a big learning curve for me as far as blending and placement, so it was a bit scary to post it, but I was happy with how it turned out. Apparently I really like Harry in sparkly shoes (thank god I did these with pen and left the actual glitter in the box this time)!

Touch Me - This was one of a bunch of drawings I did for the wonderful fic Where Your Heart Is. I was really thrilled to work with @anhcor and @tvshows-addict on this project. This drawing was the first time I felt really good about my pen and ink rendering and crosshatch shading. Plus I just liked the perspective on the hand gripping the sheet and how much the whole things turned out looking kind of like a drawing in a graphic novel. 

Meow I drew this after Harry’s SOTT promo interview with Nick Grimshaw. Nick was teasing Harry and said that if Harry was a superhero he’d be Catwoman. I seriously need a Catwoman!Harry fic in my life. Someone? Anyone? I was happy with how the facial expressions and the light on Harry’s costume and Louis’ hair came out. Plus I got hilarious reaction comments from @larryhuanaig and @prettytruthsandlies when I posted this that truly made my day. 💗

Rainbow In My Pants - This drawing just makes me laugh. For me it’s sums up cheeky Harry so well: penis jokes and rainbows. Bonus points for the tiny yellow shorts. It was also the first drawing I attempted with a photo background (thank go for Silvia @melmanpur who helped me with that)! 

Trying to choose 5 was harder than I expected. But thank you for the challenge, Addy! I think I may do a second version of my 5 favorite NSFW drawings as well. 😈

As for tagging…I’d like to tag a couple of artists: @prettytruthsandlies (because you always inspire me) and @nasalouis (because your drawings are brilliant). A manip maker: @melmanpur (because your manips give me life on a daily basis). And two authors who hopefully haven’t been tagged yet: @xabjectlessonsx (because literally everything you write is genius) and @alienproof (because you’ve written some of my favorite fics ever). No pressure on any of you to do it though!

I work in a clothing store. The other day, I was working the register when a customer tried to return a pair of pants that had so obviously been washed. They reeked of detergent and the pocket inside was still damp even! So I told the customer I couldn’t accept the return because of that. She started to argue with me about how it wasn’t washed and how I had no choice but to accept the return because she had her receipt and the price tag (it wasn’t even on the pants lol.) So I called my manager to come deal with the lady. So he comes to the cash and tells her the same thing I said. And she yelled “WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THEM?” and my manager responded so calmly like “well what do you want ME to do with this? I can’t resell it.” And she was like getting all red in the face and was like “yes you can do something about it” and my manager just walked away lmao. So she was just staring at me and I was like “well, like my manager said, I can’t do anything for you” and I gave her back the pants. And she said “who’s the manager???” all aggressively. And I was like “…..it’s the guys you just spoke to.” So she asked to speak to him again. So he came back and she repeated the same things over again and he responded in the same way. So finally, she realized she wasn’t going to win so she yelled at us “you’ll see what’s gonna happen to your store” and flipped everyone off. And she was like waving her finger around as she walked out of the store. But omg at one point I had to step back from her and my manager because I just wanted to laugh. This woman was crazy!

anonymous asked:

Seriously though when are we going to discuss pajamas. I have very strong feelings about this. Is it onesies? Footies? Silly socks? A nightcap? what is it

Canonically the only time his sleepwear was described it’s implied it’s just lazy-ing around or work clothes he accidentally slept in and wore the next day (the Hawaiian shirt, leather pants, beehive hat deal). So yeah, this one is open to interpretation. 

Some possible options: 

A Shark Kigurumi (because I love playing up the Jaws fanboy thing)

Source: https://kigurumi-shop.com/shark-kigurumi.aspx

This hooded pizza legging smock deal 

Any of the above. 

https://www.foreverlazy.com/


Oh hey this one has a night cap and is a onsie. I’m having flashbacks to that weird rubber duck blog I got tagged in like a year ago. 

Then there’s the “sleeps in boxers” option

(I labeled these as shorts on my laptop to hide my shame)

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/178455203962129387/

Fanboy Au with Taehyung and Yoongi’s relationship getting tested by distance.

Up until recently their relationship has been pretty easy. Sure coming out to Bighit’s staff and the other members was a bit nerve wrecking but it was nothing compared to the loneliness Taehyung starts to feel once Yoongi leaves with the rest of the members for tour. 

“I don’t understand why i can’t just come with you and the boys.”  Taehyung huffs as he watches Yoongi packing his bags. The younger’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it cracking with every shirt Yoongi tosses in his bag, yet he tries to hide it behind annoyance. 

He doesn’t see the way Yoongi himself is getting slightly annoyed with Taehyung’s whining. 

“Because we’re trying to avoid getting caught. It’s going to look suspicious if a random new staff just tags along.” Yoongi sighs as he folds up his pants and packs them as well. “Plus we both know we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves in a place like the States.”  It’s true but it doesn’t make their goodbye hurt any less.  

Especially when they can’t even say goodbye at the airport and have to keep their parting words between themselves in Yoongi’s bedroom the night before his flight is scheduled to leave. 


The first two weeks apart are probably the hardest. Taehyung’s so used to somehow always having Yoongi close, be it down the hall in his studio or right next to him, there are too many moments where he gets excited about something and turns to look for his boyfriend only to remember that he’s thousands of miles away. 

“Right….. he’s busy.” 

Yoongi has it a bit easier with worrying about concerts and making sure the other members stay out of trouble. He has his own moments of missing Taehyung, though. Like when he’s at a pizza shop in Chicago he knows for sure Taehyung would love or when he’s seeing the sunset paint the beach he’s on a beautiful orange pink hue. 


Phone and video calls only make things harder. Taehyung listens to Yoongi talk about something that happened on tour while he sits on the couch in Yoongi’s studio and he has to bite his lip to hold back a sob because he just misses Yoongi’s voice in person. Likewise Yoongi shakes with uncertainty and insecurities when Taehyung begins talking about a new boy group Bighit wants him to work with and how nice and sweet each member are to him.  

Eventually the calls stop all together and are switched to barely there texts. Just random little messages that say “Yeah i’m okay, miss you.” and “Working right now but i’ll message you when i can, love you.”  Both of them fear a breakup but neither of them wants to actually talk about it to the other so they push it aside and work their way around it. 


And then Yoongi calls. 

Taehyung is in the middle of doing the hair of one of the boys in the new group he’d mentioned before and he knows he shouldn’t take calls while he’s working but it’s Yoongi, Yoongi who hasn’t called in weeks, and Taehyung just can’t say no. 

“Yoonie i can’t talk righ-” 

“I miss you.” 

Yoongi’s voice is shaking and it sounds like the elder is crying and  Taehyung stops talking right then while his heart breaks and mends all at the same time. 

“The fans they did this… this project with their light sticks.” Yoongi inhales a shaky breath and Taehyung wants nothing more than to reach through the phone to hold his boyfriend.  “T-They made the stadium look like a rainbow, it was so beautiful all i could think about was how much i wish you could have seen it and i just… i miss you.” 

Finally Taehyung smiles. 

“I miss you too. You’ll be home soon and i’ll be right here waiting for you with open arms and kisses.” 

The sentence is enough for Yoongi to chuckle through the phone and the elder sighs lovingly as he tries to imagine Taehyung standing at the front door of the dorm with his arms outstretched for Yoongi to run into.  It’s enough for Yoongi to make it through the rest of the tour.

“I love you, Taehyung.” 

“I love you too Yoonie.” 

An offering to the god of rarepair

I was perusing tags on ao3 and I really should have better things to do with my life

Kakashi sucks at being a responsible adult

Kakashi is an adorable nutcase

kakashi stop moping

Kakashi stops being a douche sooner

Kakashi loves that cutie of a plant

Kakashi gets caught not wearing pants

kakashi throws a fit because sasuke is a piece of shit and he’s so done with this crap

kakashi is really bad at this social interaction thing

Kakashi is just tired of this melodramatic teenage bullshit

kakashi is stupid and needs to learn to take care of himself

Kakashi is so shocked he drops the porn

Kakashi has feelings (that he likes to strangle ruthlessly)

&

feelings don’t like kakashi either

anonymous asked:

i know you only tag cockles things if they're speculation or whatever, but could you maybe tag when jensen/misha do shippy things irl? because it kind of makes me uncomfortable (as they are both married) and, I dunno, just, could you? (e.g. this thing about jensen unzipping his pants & showing misha)

Wait… 

So I dutifully tag literally /everything/ that is romantic Jensen/Misha by fan speculation or manips/art/fanfiction (the rare occasions that I reblog that kind of content at all) because I respect people who are not into rpf, but essentially what you’re asking now is for me to censor everything that they’re doing in real life for real when it’s too ‘shippy’ and they’re acting too gay???

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first time posting a haul!!! i call dis my blush/rose pink haul 🎀🌙

$276 hollla

stores i hit: rue 21, old navy, pacsun, claires, cotton on
i call dis my blush / rose pink haul

r 21:
6 pairs of undies - $24

old navy:
purse - $35 guys i literally walked out wearing it on my right shoulder, w my purse i came in with on my left. I was gonna play dumb if she asked about it but she didnt)
mermaid tshirt - $15 (bought it in xxl so issa dress!)
black pants - $20
yoga leggings - $12 (kids hehe)
tank top - $15

pacific sunshine:
Pink n white top - $25
Pink top - $25
Pink velvyyyy melvy shorts! ;) - $18
Kendall n kylie white top - $24
Black top is a wrap/tie shirt - $26

Claire for shits n giggles lol:
Earrrrings - $13

Cotton on:
Pink top - $20
Brown top - $13

i beeped leaving old navy, i made a purchase because i was trying things on for an hour and didnt wanna be sus, i bought clearance pants ($11) and a really cute kids girls jacket that fits BOMB (its dusty pink lmao, like $18 maybe i forget) but anyways the fucking jacket had a tag on it, i just kept walking but like holy balls

anonymous asked:

Is Rolly's gender accepted by her parents? The last chapter just made me wonder because she's at home yet she's wearing pants and I only call seeing her wear pants when she was part of the Rollers. Sorry if this is long and kind of rambly!

She’s not out at home, but I have been seeing a lot of Panic in the tags that something is about to go wrong, and I want to just assure people that won’t happen <3  

“I’m Trying to Avoid Talking...”

A/N: I have a lot of requests and, rather than writing a bunch of short imagines/oneshots, I may be combining two prompts and making a much longer fit. :) 

(½) Anon Request: Can you do a one shot/fic angst with sebastian with that quote “I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come”? (2/2) Anon Request: can you please write a very angsty one shot for me? Reader sees Sebastian doing something horrible (or whatever) and reader runs away but Sebastian chases after her and it’s raining outside. Sebastian is finally able to hold onto her and they’re both panting underneath the rain, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Warnings: 2 uses of f***, infidelity

Tags: @bubblyanarocks3, @broken-pieces, @yessy2012, @panic-to-thepilots, @ellisaday


Relationships of any kind had never been considered (Y/N)’s forte, nevertheless she persisted. She wasn’t the type of person to get along with easily but once someone took the time to get to know her, they understood why. She would never chalk her problems up to abandonment issues, but everyone who knew her would. It’s not that she had ever really been abandoned by someone she cared about–sure her parents divorced but she had a normal relationship with each. When it came to men she was very particular on who was worth her time and who was not, which is why when she started dating Sebastian Stan, she had dropped the guard that had protected her for her entire life.

Sitting at work, she couldn’t help but notice the TV playing a commercial promoting ‘Logan Lucky.’ With a sigh, she spun in her chair and leaned over her desk in hopes of putting some kind of barrier between her and the portion of the commercial featuring Sebastian’s character.

“Everything okay in Hollywood?” one of her coworkers asked. (Y/N) looked up, knowing it was one of the closer friends she had made: a forty-six year old woman with two teenagers and a tell-it-like-it-is attitude.

“Ups and downs,” (Y/N) said softly. There weren’t many people who knew about (Y/N)’s relationship with Sebastian, and unless she planned on calling her grandmother, the woman before her was the best option she had at getting a second opinion.

“I’m guessing today is a down,” she stated while rolling her chair toward (Y/N)’s desk.

“This week has been a down and somehow it keeps getting lower,” (Y/N) admitted. As (Y/N) lifted her head from the desk, her coworker turned toward her with a small tin can of peanuts in her hand–an office wide acknowledgement that she was now invested in helping whatever poor troubled soul sat in front of her. “I think I may have seen something I wasn’t supposed to.” Collecting her thoughts, (Y/N) tried to explain the events that took place Monday night–the sneaking around, making excuses–but instead blurted out her fears. “I think Sebastian is cheating on me.” Without missing a beat, the woman took (Y/N)’s shaking hand into her palm. 

(Y/N) had arrived at her small apartment on Monday night to see a note taped to her door. The print on the letter closely resembled Sebastian’s hurried scrawl and even asked her be at his apartment for dinner around 6 pm. Unsuspecting, (Y/N) hurried to catch the next cab as she stared at her phone screen reading 5:45. She arrived at her boyfriend’s apartment around 6:04 pm and paid the cab driver before she made her way toward Sebastian’s individual apartment door. To her misfortune, as soon as she arrived at his door, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of grunting and a woman’s light, airy moan. Grief-stricken, (Y/N) hurried from the door and away from the building, losing herself in the streets of New York as she held back the tears she knew were coming.

“What did he have to say about it?” Hesitantly (Y/N) tapped her pen against the desk.

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what that will lead to, and I don’t want that to come,” she said sheepishly. She was ashamed to have allowed herself to become so open and, by default, so broken over one man.

“So you’re just going to stay in a relationship with someone who may not even care for you? Or you’re going to continue being upset about something that may not have even happened?”

“I can’t face him. I let myself feel comfortable and safe around him and now all of that is going to be thrown back into my face. This is why I don’t trust people. This is why I can’t convince myself to open up to more than one or two people at a time. Every time you make room for one more person, you’re subjecting yourself to an even greater potential for heartache and pain.”

“You not being able to face him may be a problem considering today is the 20th,” she stated. “Isn’t that when you two had planned to have dinner at his place–you’re one year mark, right?” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she pulled her phone from her desk drawer and glanced at the screen.


                                  1 New Message; 1 Reminder

Reminder: dinner with Seb @ 6:30 ~*pray he doesn’t attempt meatloaf again*~

S.Stan: 6:30, don’t forget!


Knowing there was no way out of her situation, (Y/N) dropped her head onto her desk and willed the next ten minutes of work to be longer. Surely her long day at the office could be extended so that she didn’t have to leave until around 11 pm, right?

(Y/N) operated as slowly as possible for the remaining minutes of her work day and even slower when it came to packing her bag, walking away from her office, getting into her car, and even driving away. She even sat in her car in the parking lot of her work for a good ten minutes before even starting to drive towards Sebastian’s apartment. Even the usually heavy traffic seemed entirely too light to (Y/N) as she crawled along to her dreaded doom.

With all of her attempts to make time more more slowly, (Y/N) failed to arrive at Sebastian’s any later than 6:24 pm. Her heart felt strained as it continued to pound relentlessly in her chest and the pain only intensified as she got closer and closer to his door. Slowly, her hand raised and her knuckles hovered above the solid wood door. Clearing her head of all predisposed ideas of what was occurring on Monday night, (Y/N) took a deep breath before she tried to lay her knuckles into the door and knock, only to have the door open before her fingers could collide with it. A panicked look lay strewn across the face of a short woman with tight curly hair, only to be replaced with a confident and cocky grin.

“You fuck him when he was mine; I fucked him when he was yours. Sucks, huh?” she spat while prancing past (Y/N) and down the hall. Shocked and exhausted from fighting the feeling within her, (Y/N) turned from the open doorway and quickly brushed her arm across her face, hoping Sebastian wouldn’t have caught a glimpse of her in the doorway while his ex left. Not wanting to take an elevator with the woman who just walked past her, (Y/N) hurried toward the stairs and carefully listened to her bounding feet as she escaped her worst nightmare.

As she hurried through building and burst into the buzz and liveliness of New York City, the thunder helped to tune out the ringing of her heartbeat in her ears. Rain had begun to fall in a drizzle when she entered the building, but like the storm of her emotions, the weather had only progressed into the torrential downpour she was currently rushing through. Through the noise, her confusion, and the splashing of puddles, though she could swear she heard her name, she kept running. She wanted nothing to do with the man she had run from and hoped she would never hear from him again. She wanted to become the storm–to be angry and open, to show the world the true depths of her emotion and how badly she felt while flooding everyone with her problems–but she was forced to be human: to be cold from the rain, tired of running, and glad for the water drops masking the tears along her face. Just as she stopped running and leaned into an alley to catch her breath, a hand touched her shoulder. Spinning around, prepared to slap whoever was screwing with her, (Y/N)’s heart sank further into the pit of despair that had become her soul.

Looking down at her were a pair of crystal blue eyes: pure and loving, yet cold and distant. The eyes she was looking into weren’t the same as the ones of concern she had seen when she tripped walking up the stairs, nor the ones of laughter she had experienced on so many countless occasions. They weren’t the same compassionate eyes that stared down at her when she was sick, nor were they the kind ones that smiled upon her on a daily basis. She didn’t see the love or admiration that had once sparked a chord in her lonely heart and she never expected to see them again. The eyes she was looking into were ones of empathy for her pain and acknowledgement of his actions, with only a hint of remorse dashed in with the overwhelming ingredient of pity. Slowly, Sebastian extended his arms and took her into his chest. He stood against her, pinning her body to his as his arms rested along her shoulders.

As tears continued to slide down her face, she realized that she didn’t need to avoid talking for things to play out exactly as she had feared. She let him hold her and her arms gently raised to his sides. She didn’t fight his touch, and neither of them said a word; they didn’t need to. Instead, they tried to enjoy the last moment they would have with one another, knowing that as soon as they let go, an empty void would take the place of their hearts and the connection between the pair would never be the same.

I Want You (Improvisation)
John Lennon & Yoko Ono

Late-End 1968: John and Yoko sing to each other, bluesy and sensual.

JOHN: I want to see you standing / I want you on your back / I want you on the floor / And I want you on the rack / I wouldn’t like to hurt you / But I’d love to see you there / Just like in the dirty movies / With your long black hair.

I know we got some clothes so beautiful and leather in Paris France / Yoko you better lose some weight and get into that old pants / Because I want you / Want you in the morning with your pants on so tight / And your body so warm / … If it’s alright.

I saw this on facebook and wanted to post it here!

In honor of Valentine’s Day, all married, engaged or dating couples: Make this your status and answer honestly.❤

Who’s oldest? Him

Who was interested first? I think it was mutual

Married? Yes 💞

Same high school? No

Most sensitive? Me lol 😢

Worst temper? Him, though I admit I have my moments

More social? Depends on the situation 

Hardest working? Both

Most stubborn? Him, though he would disagree lol 😡 

More sarcastic? Depends on the situation 

Who makes the most mess? Probably equal

Wakes up first? Me 

Bigger Family? Him

What are your middle names? I’m Joseph, he’s Thomas

Whose siblings do you see the most? We’re both only children (unless yuo count Diana, who is a big sis to us both equally 😊)

Do you have any children together? Not biologically, but all our kids are ours, not just his or mine

Who cooks the most? Me

Where do you eat out most as a couple? The Italian place near my job (and if you count fast food, McDonald’s lol) but most often if we’re going to get food, it’s either pizza or Chinese delivery

Who has the craziest exes? LMAO I’m not touching that  😂 

Who cries more? Me…shut up lol  

Better singer? Him

Hogs the remote? We fight over it lol

Who hogs the bed? HIM.  Big time.  But I cuddle up to him, so it works out.

Where was your first date?  Will you guys judge me if I admit I asked him over to netflix and chill? 😉

Better driver? We fight over that too lmao

Better cook? Me

Spends the most? Him, but not just on himself 💗

Smarter? He sure thinks he is…  😂 

Most common sense? Probably about equal, but in different areas

Do you get flowers often? Nope… he could work on that, j/s

Who does laundry? Alfred

Who’s better with the computers? Him, I guess… but I’m better with social media 😜

Who drives when you are together? We take turns

Who picks where you go to dinner? Me usually

Who wears the pants in the relationship? Preferably neither! 😉 

Who eats more sweets? Me!

How long have you been together? 7 years, married for (almost) 5!