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I’ve spent the past few months attempting to figure out a framework for Ghost Physics in the Danny Phantom universe? Enjoy my crazed scribblings.

Cliff notes version: The Ghost Zone is our dimension’s 4D “atmosphere,” absorbing harmful trans-dimensional radiation. Ghosts are made of the Ghost Zone’s version of matter, called ectoplasm, a substance capable of 4D motion (video explanation of that), “toggling” how physical forces (esp. electromagnetism and gravity) interact with it, and storing huge amounts of energy. A ghost’s unique nervous system and encoded body plan (the ecto-signature) remains in the upper energy levels of the Ghost Zone at all times, remotely controlling their body. Danny can chemically change his body between ectoplasm and regular matter, and has both a normal physical brain and an ecto-signature.

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Karasuno, Revival!

After his curtain call message, Takato says there’s something he definitely wants to do with everyone!

Takato: It’s not the nukunaru!  Nee Kuro… can we do the chant?
Shouri: Guess we have to!  All right, everyone!
Bishin: Everyone, all together!  Repeat after Kuroo and say it together with us!  Everyone in the live-viewing theaters too!

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Break-Up Novella.

PART ONE: I WON’T GIVE UP.

Here we have the very first part to a very anticipated, very emotional, very long-winded, very angsty-filled break-up story where we see the missus and Harry split and cope in ways that only bring them back to one another, closer than before and deeper in love than ever before. A little novella(?) that I’ve been working my hardest on and spending my free time perfecting just for you guys. 

I cannot thank you enough for being patient with and understanding that it’s been something I want to be 100% happy with. It’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. It’s been hard to find motivation because I’ve not written very many sad stories whilst being on here; I’ve read them! But, not written many, so, I hope this is the start of something new (cue High School Musical reference).

I’m still very iffy over the argument scene. So, bear with uit, haha. It’s the first piece of angst that I’ve written…

But, I’m finally SO happy to be sharing it with you! For the next 5 days, you’re going to be taken on a journey of emotions between the two of them. Enjoy! x

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“Monsters in movies are us, always us, one way or the other. They’re us with hats on. The zombies in George A. Romero’s movies are us. They’re hungry. Monsters are us, the dangerous parts of us. The part that wants to destroy. The part of us with the reptile brain. The part of us that’s vicious and cruel. We express these in our stories as these monsters out there.” John Carpenter

All His - Part 1 (A Kyungsoo Series)

“Hey did you hear? We have a new assignment. Some big group of foreigners coming in for a musical tour.” Your co worker Anna whispered into your ear as you took off your bag and set down your coffee at the big conference table. The phone call you received from your supervisor this morning advising you of the new client and requesting your presence was nothing out of the ordinary, but you were surprised to find several other translators from the firm gathered around the table as well.

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Astrology & The Body
  • Aries: Rules the Head, Eyes & Face
  • Taurus: Rules the Neck, Ears, Throat & Tonsils
  • Gemini: Rules the Arms, Shoulders, Lungs & Hands
  • Cancer: Rules the Stomach, Cheeks, Middle Back, Uterus, The Womb, Breasts, Digestive System & Upper part of the Liver
  • Leo: Rules the Heart, Upper Back, Spine & Vertebrae.
  • Virgo: Nervous Sytem, Nails, Brain, Intestines & Lower part of the Liver
  • Libra: Rules the Kidneys, Lower Back, Loins, Appendix, Buttocks & Skin
  • Scorpio: Rules the Bladder, Prostate, Anus, Rectum, Colon and Organs of Reproduction.
  • Sagittarius: Rules the Hips & Thighs
  • Capricorn: Rules the Knees, Skin, Teeth, Joints & Hair
  • Aquarius: Rules the Circulatory System, Eyesight, Calves & Ankles
  • Pisces: Rules the Feet & Toes
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  • Sun: Rules the Heart
  • Moon: Rules the Digestive System, The Womb, Pancreas, Uterus, Ovaries & Breasts
  • Mercury: Rules the Brain, Tongue, Nerves, & Respiratory System
  • Venus: Rules the Lips, Kidneys & Reproductive System
  • Mars: Rules the Muscles, Arteries & Reproductive System
  • Jupiter: Rules the Pancreas, Liver & Blood
  • Saturn: Rules the Veins, Skin, Bones & Skeleton
  • Uranus: Rules the Brain, Spinal Cord, Nerves & Endocrine System
  • Neptune: Rules the Endocrine System, Brain & Mental Health
  • Pluto: Rules the Testes
I love you.

“I just thought… I love you Jughead. And I know.. I just…. I love you”
She whispered , shaking hands and watery eyes. It felt like she was drowning, her chest was aching and her head was pounding. She was pushing it all back, please no. Please not now, not here.

Jughead stared at the stricken girl in front of him. Love him? How could she love him? He couldn’t love anyone, he wasn’t capable of it. It was such a normal human emotion, so common in his generation but yet so distant in his eyes. Why was she doing this to him? Why now?

“Betty” he started, taking a step back from her, watching as her fingernails dug into her palms. He needed to get out of here, part of him wanted to run to her, keep her panic attack at bay, he saw the sure signs that it was coming, but he couldn’t, not after she had said that. Not after she had ruined everything.

“I have to go.” He mumbled, grabbing his backpack from the ground and slowly backing up, his feet still felt like lead, his body wanted to stay, his heart wanted to stay, but that loud piercing voice in his brain, the part that screamed how unlovable he was, it was telling him to run. He needed to leave, now.

“Juggie. Please.” The heartbroken blonde whimpered, tripping over her feet trying to reach for him.

This was it, this was his chance. Take the love that she was offering him, take the one thing he so desperately wanted, the one thing he needed. All he had to do was walk into her arms, tell her how much she meant to him, they could be together, be happy. It was so simple, right in front of him.

So he ran.

He ran from her backyard, his heart clenching as he listened to the muffled sobs carrying over the fence. He ran so fast he didn’t register where he was heading until he stood awkwardly in front his fathers trailer, uncharacteristic tears falling from his eyes and his lungs burning. F.P opened the door, his eyes going wide as he saw his son, crying helplessly on his front porch. Natural instincts took hold of him as he wrapped his arms around his son, squeezing him tight and whispering into the familiar mess of dark waves.

About twenty minutes later he found himself, head hanging low, pressed against his dads side as he squeezed his shoulder, neither of the jones men said a word as they sat in comfortable silence. Eventually Jughead broke the silence

“Why did she leave? Why didn’t she stay? Did she ever love me?” He whispered, his eyes staring at nothing.

F.p slumped further into the couch, he knew who his son was referring to, he often found himself staring at the bottom of a bottle repeating those same words.

“Your mother loves you. She always has, that never changed. She had to leave, none of it was your fault. It’s on me Jughead. But never doubt that she loves you.” He turned his body to look Jughead directly in the eyes. “She loves you, I love you, your sister loves you, and Betty Cooper loves you.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he stared at his father “how did you..” he started

F.P laughed, raising a brow
“You think I don’t talk to your girlfriend? How do you think this trailer got so clean, she’s here pretty much every week, brings me damn pies boy. The best pies I’ve ever eaten.” He smirked at his shocked sons expression before he continued “she loves you Jughead, and you love her. You may not know it yet, but you do. You wouldn’t be here, talking to me, trying to figure this out if you didn’t.” He challenged.

Jughead felt his body finally fall limp against the couch. He was so tired. Tired of fighting it, tired of hiding how he felt about her, he never knew what he was missing, what was holding him back. He knew now, guilt, heart break. He couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t hold all that pain on his shoulders. It was too damn heavy.

“You gotta talk to her.” F.P broke his train of thought as he tapped his son on the shoulder

“I can’t.” Jughead stated “I hurt her dad, you should’ve seen her. I ran away, just like mom.” His voice was hoarse and tired.

F.P sighed and pulled out his own phone, quickly tapping a few buttons and putting his phone on speaker, Jughead popped his head up staring at his father confused

“Dad? What are you…?”

Suddenly the familiar, sugary sweet voice of his girlfriend filled the tiny trailer.

“Mr.Jones? Is everything okay?” Her voice was scratchy and low, resigned. he had heard that tone so many times. It made him sick to think he was the one causing it.

“Betty, I need you to come over to my place.” F.P ordered, leaving no room for argument. After a few seconds of silence, Betty answered.

“Okay. I’m on my way.” With that the line went dead and his father turned to his son,
“Apologize, tell her how you feel. Tell her what she means to you, she’s something good son. She’s one of the best. Don’t lose that.” With that F.P walked out of the house.

After ten anxiety ridden minutes, the gentle knock on the door, shook him out of his nerves as he ripped open the door coming face to face with his beautiful girlfriend.

Her eyes went wide and she crossed her arms
“I’m here to see your father, he called me” she poked her head around the door looking for his dad.

“Betty” he tugged her inside, closing the door beside her. “I shouldn’t have run away, I just.. I shut down. I’m scared. I’m so scared.”

Betty uncrossed her arms and moved towards him “of me? You’re scared of me?” She asked softly.

Shaking his head quickly, Jughead took her hands in his “no. I’m afraid of losing you, I’m afraid of you leaving me, rejection. I don’t know, but I’m not doing this anymore. I want to be with you. I… Betty Cooper, I love you.” He tilted her chin up, smiling shyly as tears filled her eyes.

“Really?” She whispered.

He nodded happily, pressing his forehead into hers
“Really. I love you, and I know I’ve been awful, but I’m kind of hoping you still love me?” He questioned timidly, his hands moving to draw lazy circles on her waist.

Giggling softly, she pressed a slow kiss to his lips.

“I love you.” She spoke quietly pulling away and kissing his nose.

Closing his eyes as he melted in her embrace, he thanked god for blonde haired sunshine and dads who were trying.

2AM - part 7 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8


Had you become desensitized to him now? You had been seeing his face all night. All month actually.

But seeing Minseok in person felt like a dream. Of all the places, in that stupid bar that you loved because of its dark quiet hidden corners and the proximity to your apartment and that damn smile of his.

So wide and so believable. And yours, just as wide and just as believable.

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I Don’t Remember That Part

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: 1,103

Warnings: mild language, drunken shenanigans, less than effective comebacks

A/N: This was written for Rosie & Nicki’s Impossible Prompts Challenge. Congrats to both of you on 500! My prompt was: I came to gank monsters and get drunk, and I just finished ganking monsters. I’ve never written drunk anyone before, so bear with me on this @rosie-winchester and @nickiwinchester97. And thanks to my letter checker/constant encourager @hannahindie and my PA for this project @wheresthekillswitch (she helped me word…I love you…sometimes :P)


“A Shōjō? This should be fun!”

Famous last words.

You see, when I agreed to this plan I thought that I’d seen the Winchesters drunk before. After particularly long hunts, when we all wanted to blow off some steam, both brothers tended to knock back one too many rounds. They didn’t have much of a filter with that much alcohol running through their veins, and many a colorful line would have me snorting into my beer bottle as the night progressed. I’d normally drive them home, random complaints and commentary drifting from the backseat.

But this.

Well.

This was a different ballgame altogether.


“Y/N! The banana! Give me the… that… Potassium!”

I blinked heavily, focusing on the object in my hands until it came into a slightly fuzzy focus. Yellow, slightly green on the top, just the way I liked it. But…why the hell am I holding a banana? My stomach growled, and I reached up with my other hand, fumbling as I tried to break the peel.

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Like A Diamond (Leo fluff/smut)

Originally posted by wonsiks-hamster-taek

Cutie taek *squeals*

So the reason that this took so long is because I wrote it out like 6 times and tumblr kept deleting it and I was having a mental breakdown agshkhdjoude I was so fucking m a d

This is my first smut i’m posting on this account so please let me know what you think on my asks or messages 

Written for frhhdj and lililoveskpop, enjoy! :)


Genre: Smut / fluff

Length: 3.7k

Pairing: Jung Taekwoon (Leo) + you

Summary: You’re having a bad day and Taekwoon wants to make sure you never doubt his love for you again by showing you how much you mean to him


Today just wasn’t your day. Your boss had constantly been on your back for the past week and any little bit of work you tried to provide he scoffed in your face, constantly saying you and your work weren’t ‘good enough’. He kept threatening to firing you for your incompetent work. You knew this wasn’t true because the company had less workers than it needed currently, but it was still making you feel shit.

You felt less than ‘good enough’ with your personal life as well. Taekwoon, your boyfriend of 4 months had managed to convince you to go on a public date with him. After much reluctance you agreed, just to see him happy. You hadn’t been dating long, but you still knew you’d do anything to see that beautiful smile on his face. 

You had been spotted by a fan and dozens of pictures of the two of you were taken and posted all over the internet. From the first time you saw the comments on it you could see starlights weren’t very happy about seeing their ‘precious Leo’ dating someone like you. They laughed at your appearance saying Taekwoon could do so much better than you. 

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Caffeine Challenge #12-- done!

You can read mine below or here (X)! This one is yet another WIP lol. Good job everyone who participated, I can’t wait to read yours!


I’m on a bus before I know it, my sister’s voice still ringing in my ears.

“Mom’s dead. They’re calling in a new Sheriff.”

It’s been years since I’ve been home, but I know what that means. There’ll be blood in our county before the month’s up and, with Sis pregnant with her second, that’s something Abbey’s can’t afford.

So I break the promise I made when I was sixteen and I come home. Mom’s not around to care though, so it’s hardly like there was much of a promise to break anyway.

Judging by Orisa’s face, she doesn’t agree.

“I told you not to come,” she says when I jump off the bus. She’s got a toddler by the hand and her belly is swollen with another child. For all that, she’s still got a whole belt of stakes slung over her shoulder.

“You’re expecting trouble,” I say, chin jerking to the wood. “I had to.” I drop my bag at my feet and squat down with a friendly smile. “Ara? Is that you? But, it can’t be, you’re so big!”

The little girl, hair the color of sunlight, ducks behind her mother’s legs, amber eyes distrustful.

“I saw you when you were a baby,” I say to the little girl. She’s got her mama’s freckles, only a shade darker than her brown skin. She’s beautiful. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember me.”

“The locals certainly remember you,” Orisa tells me. “What are you thinking, Mable, coming back now?”

I exhale through my nose and stand. “I’m thinking that we’re in Sheriff-less territory and you’re the late lady’s daughter, Orisa. That’s what I’m thinking.”

“They like me here,” Orisa says, white teeth flashing. “You coming back is only going to stoke the fires, Mable. You know that.”

I keep my smile pleasant, aware of Ara’s eyes on me. “The fires are already stoked, Orisa. You should know that.”

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anonymous asked:

So...Can we please have a demisexual Maggie who's never been close enough to any of her girlfriends to develop sexual feelings for them but she's actually opening up with Alex and stuff and eventually realizes that she's actually reached that point for the first time in her life which leads to her and Alex sleeping together for the first time and it's all super emotional and shit. (My grandmother told me she wants me to see a therapist so I can "get over" being demi and I kinda need validation.)

She doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

Kissing is nice.

And kissing Alex Danvers is spectacular.

So she doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

She loves when it’s just kissing.

And Alex is aggressive in the way she starts things, the way she pulls Maggie into her body – at the bar, in her living room – and puts her lips on hers, but Alex always freezes, like she doesn’t quite know what to do next, like she’s on overload.

Like maybe, she’s like Maggie. Like maybe, she doesn’t know Maggie well enough yet to want to do anything more with her.

Anything more sexually, that is. Because god, does Maggie want to do everything else with Alex.

Late night pizza and Netflix, rainy morning yoga, kissing and cuddling until they fall asleep, shooting pool until Maggie finally can win, movies and books and science and the job.

Saving the world.

Together.

Maggie wants all of it, and apparently – to her perpetual disbelief, because how could someone so powerful, so gorgeous, want her? – Alex wants all that with her, too.

And it’s gradual.

It’s gradual, the way Maggie starts wanting different kinds of intimacy. With Alex.

Gradual, the way she realizes that she’s kissing her deeper, that her hands are slipping under Alex’s shirt, that Alex’s body is arching in response to her touch and her own body catches fire at the sound of Alex’s soft moans.

That she’s breathing her own moans into Alex’s parted lips.

And that’s when Maggie panics.

Because Alex is going to leave.

Maggie’s sure of it.

Because Alex has been teasing – a lot – about how inexperienced she is, about how much experience Maggie must have, how Maggie should feel free to give her kissing tips, touching tips, ladies-loving-ladies flash cards, whenever she wants.

But Alex has slept with men. Not that she loved it, or even liked it.

But Maggie? Maggie hasn’t slept with anyone.

She’s never… wanted to. She’s never felt close enough to anyone, never known someone enough to feel for someone else what she does to herself with her own hands, alone, when she needs to cum before falling asleep.

She’s never wanted to, not with anyone else, but with Alex?

God, with Alex, she’s starting to… to want everything.

But when Alex finds out? That Maggie’s just as inexperienced as Alex is, in some ways moreso, that she’ll probably be an emotional mess – not to mention a physical one – if they keep going in this direction, if they keep taking off each other’s shirts and touching each other over bras and panting at grinding their thighs between each other’s legs?

She’ll leave for sure.

Right? Because everyone leaves. Because Maggie drives everyone away.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, you alright? Did I hurt you?” Alex is asking, jolting her out of their kiss, her thoughts, her terrors, her fears. And, apparently, her shaking.

Alex’s eyes are wide, concerned, and Maggie knows, knows, that even though Alex is amazing, she’s going to think Maggie’s broken. Going to think Maggie needs to get over it. Going to think Maggie’s weird and unworthy and too much, and she should have her coming out affair with someone who can have sex with whomever, whenever.

“I want you,” Maggie chokes out in a whisper, and it’s the first time she’s ever said it to anyone, because getting herself off at night is one thing, but sleeping with another person is completely, completely another.

They’re the scariest three words she’s ever said, and Alex? Alex just smiles, strokes her hair, kisses her forehead.

“You have me,” she tells her, her voice at once a reassurance and a question.

Reassurance because she’s there, she’s there, she’s not going anywhere; a question because yes, yes, she wants her too, but why is that making her this scared?

“I want to have sex with you,” Maggie clarifies, tears in her eyes and her body on fire and her lungs barely working, and Alex’s breath hitches.

“Yeah? Good, because I um… I’ve been thinking about it. Wanting it. A lot. And I’ve been… researching a little, and I… I want to have sex with you, too. I… if you want. I mean, I know I’ve never done this with a woman, but – ”

“I’ve never done it at all.”

There’s silence and Maggie braces herself for goodbye, braces herself for laughter, braces herself for mockery and judgment and all the things that part of her brain, her heart – the parts that have let herself fall in love with Alex Danvers, the parts that have let herself want Alex Danvers – know Alex would never do. But she’s terrified, anyway.

Alex just cocks her head and squints and freezes slightly, but she blinks and she swallows and when she speaks, her voice is soft and her lips are twitching up into the same supportive smile Maggie wore when Alex stumbled her way out of the closet.

“God, you must think I’m such a jerk.”

Maggie blinks. If she was expecting any reaction, it wasn’t that. “What?”

“I’ve been teasing you this whole time about being so experienced, and I… I’m sorry, that must have made you so uncomfortable, I didn’t… I just assumed. I shouldn’t have. Maggie, I’m so sorry. But… can I ask you something?”

Maggie nods because something in her throat might be broken.

“Do you really want me, or do you just… are you just trying to give me something you think I want? And I mean I do. Want it. Want you. But only if you do.”

“No, I… I want… I want you. Alex. I… I’ve never… I don’t get attracted to people. Sexually. If I don’t… know them, if I don’t feel a certain way for them, I…”

She stammers off, because what kind of loser tells someone they love them before sleeping with them? How pathetic can she get?

But Alex’s eyes are light, are happiness, are reciprocal, and Alex’s touch is gentle, and Alex’s lips press against her own so slightly, so carefully, it’s like they’ve never kissed before but she wants to for the rest of her life.

“So you’re saying you like me? Enough to want me.”

“Danvers – ”

“Cause that works perfectly for me. Because I like you, too, Maggie Sawyer. Enough to want you.” Her eyes drag down Maggie’s body, slow and steady and hungry, but also… reverent, somehow. Maggie’s heart contorts into fireworks. “All of you.”

Maggie forgets what breathing is, and her heart’s never raced like this before, but Alex’s hands are warm and comforting on her cheeks, and god, does she want those hands all over her body.

“So take me. All of me.”

Alex grins like it’s Christmas morning – or maybe Chanukah, Maggie’s not sure what the equivalent would be, and makes a mental note to ask her later – and then all thought exhales out of Maggie’s body because Alex is up and Alex is tugging her up, too, and Alex is carrying her to bed, all the while kissing her, kissing her, kissing her like she’s oxygen, and she is, god, she is.

“Alex,” Maggie breathes as Alex lays her down, careful to put a pillow under her head, careful to not put all her weight on top of her, and Alex stops immediately, concern back in her eyes.

“Too much? I’m sorry, we can stop, or slow down, I’m sorry, I just… I’ve been wanting to do this,” she husks, her eyes again raking down Maggie’s body, like they did after she first kissed her in the bar, and the path of her eyes ignites heat in Maggie’s core that no one’s ever made her feel before and no, no, no, it’s not too fast.

Because it’s not fast enough.

“Kiss me,” she begs, and Alex grins again, and Alex complies, and Maggie shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and Alex tosses her head back and she moans and she looks down into Maggie’s eyes like she’s the entire universe, because she is.

“You are so beautiful,” she says, and one of her hands traces up Maggie’s shirt. “I want… I want to feel your skin. On mine.”

Maggie nods and Alex slips off her, shucking off her own shirt and watching as Maggie does the same, watching as Maggie arches her hips off the bed and tugs down her jeans as Alex kneels and mirrors the action.

“Wait,” Maggie asks as Alex reaches for her own bra clasp, eyes still on Maggie’s. “May I?”

“Yeah.” Alex voice is ragged and wrecked and Maggie imagines hers sounds about the same.

She gasps softly when Alex’s bra slips down her shoulders, and Alex bites her lip.

“Don’t be nervous, you… you’re perfect, Alex. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can I?” is all Alex says in response, nodding at Maggie’s chest, and it’s Maggie’s turn to bite her own lip, because her heart is slamming so damn hard but she nods because yes, yes, yes, please.

Alex smirks when she unhooks Maggie’s bra in one try, and Maggie scowls but gives a laugh that turns into an excited gasp when Alex leans back down on top of her, both now wearing nothing but their underwear, Maggie in boxers, Alex in boyshorts.

The difference in the heat between their legs without their jeans; the difference between being shirtless and topless; the difference between being nearly naked and mostly clothed, makes both of them freeze, makes both of them stare, makes both of them shake.

“I love you,” Maggie breathes at the same moment that Alex says the same, and Alex drops her forehead to Maggie’s as they both giggle, as they both exhale in shaky relief, as tears prick both of their eyes.

“May I… I want to make love to you, Alex.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Good then.”

They have to stop every few moments, every few touches, to catch their breath. To avoid hyperventilating with excitement, with nerves, with new sensations, with overwhelming need. And each time they do, they kiss; each time they do, they stare into each other’s eyes; each time they do, they ask if the other needs to stop;  each time they do, they giggle slightly with relief, with shared nerves, shared excitement, shared exhilaration; each time they do, they press their foreheads together and breathe. Just breathe.

When their need to have skin on skin outweighs their fears, outweighs their nerves, so that they’re completely naked, Alex freezes, and Maggie freezes, and Alex holds most of her weight up on her left arm while interlacing her right hand through Maggie’s fingers.

“All good?”

“This feels perfect. You?”

“I want you so bad.”

“So do something about it instead of talking about it, Danvers.”

They both giggle at that, but Alex swallows their soft laughter in the ferocity of her next kiss, her eagerness to live up to Maggie’s teasing challenge.

Her teeth graze Maggie’s throat, her tongue traces her collarbone, her lips claim one of her nipples. Maggie screams and Alex pauses, and a tear streams down Maggie’s cheek and Alex crawls up to kiss it, to kiss her, before Maggie shakes her head and pushes her head back down.

“Please don’t get all soft on me now, Danvers,” she teases, and Alex grins wickedly instead of pointing out that Maggie’s crying – it would be a useless argument, because she’s got tears in her own eyes, too – and she occupies herself again with Maggie’s breasts, knowing that yep, yep, yep, she’s definitely gay, and she’s definitely gone completely soft on this woman.

She slips one of her thighs between Maggie’s legs tentatively, and when Maggie lets out a gasp that’s more of a scream, she freezes again, but Maggie just raises one of her own legs so Alex has pressure between hers, too. And it’s Alex’s turn to gasp, to scream, and they keep their eyes locked as Maggie arches her hips up, as Alex arches her hips down, each riding the other’s thigh slow, soft, frictionless.

Frictionless, because, “Damn Danvers, you’re so wet,” and “Never for anyone but you, Sawyer,” and “Same, Alex. Same.”

They arch their hips harder, faster, both of Alex’s hands now holding Maggie’s down against the mattress, fingers interlaced, Maggie nodding constantly to let Alex know yes, yes, yes, and when the muscles in Alex’s back tense with her orgasm, she screams Maggie’s name and her eyes squeeze shut and that image, that sound, that feeling of how wet Alex is all over Maggie’s thigh, that feeling of Alex’s body hot and sweating and firm on top of her, of Alex’s leg between hers, giving her all the pressure in all the right places, sends Maggie over her own edge, with Alex’s name on her own lips, but softly, softly, softly, sending up a perfect harmony with Alex’s louder screams.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers as they both come back down, as she untangles their fingers and lifts her body to make sure she doesn’t collapse her entire weight onto Maggie’s, resting her forehead on Maggie’s collarbone, breathing, breathing, breathing.

“Was that okay?” she asks, and it’s tears, not just sweat, on Maggie’s face.

And, she realizes with a start, on her own, too.

“More than okay, Danvers. You?”

“Yeah. Definitely yeah. Uh… was that something you’d… wanna do again?”

“With you, Alex? Definitely yeah.”

MBTI types as areas in the huaman brain

ENTJ + INFJ

Cerebrus: Sensing, thinking, learning, emotion, consciousness and voluntary movement.

ENFJ

Corpus callosum: Bridge of fibers passing information between the two information areas.

INFP + ENTP

Thalamus: Handles incoming and outgoing signals.

ISTJ

Hypothalamus: Responsible on regulating basic biological needs: hunger, thirst, temperature control…

ESTJ

Pituitary gland: “Master” gland that regulates other endocrine glands.

INTP + INTJ

Hippocampus: Part of libic system involved on laerning and memory.

ISFP 

Amigdala: Part of lymbic system involved in emotion and agression.

ESTP

Cerebellum: Structure that coordinates fine muscle movement, balance.

ISFJ

Brainstem: Controls motor functions, sensory analysis and mantaining vital body functions (breathing, heartrate…)

ESFP

Spinal cord: Responsible of transmitting information between brain and the rest of body. Handles simple reflexes.

ESFJ

Reticular formation: Group of fibers that carry stimulation related to sleep and arousal through brainstem.

ENFP

Pons: Involved in sleep and arousal.

ISTP

Medulla: Responsible of regulating largely unconscious functions such as breathing and circulation.

Hit me.”

“What?” Part of Harry’s brain - the rational part - was telling him that this was completely nuts and that he should get out of there. Something else, however, was sparking hot and bright in his mind, and he found himself licking his own lip before he could stop himself.

“You heard me well and good, Potter. I’ve been keeping my head down, and you hate it. I can see it all over your face.” He came an inch closer, and a hint of a smile curled his lip. It wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t threatening, either. “You’ve been fighting for so long that you don’t know how to not fight.”

“I’m tired of fighting, Malfoy,” he snapped, but it lacked the conviction he’d meant it to have.

“You were tired of risking your life. You were tired of dealing with You-Know-Who.”

“Voldemort.”

Malfoy cringed, then straightened up again. “Yeah, him. You were tired of all that bollocks… and I don’t blame you.” He squared his shoulders. “So was I.”

Slowly, Harry nodded. He’d known that for a while. “You hated him, too.”

Something twisted in Malfoy’s expression. “By the end of it… I would have killed him myself if I could have. Why do you think I didn’t rat you out to him?”

“I wasn’t sure,” Harry admitted.

“Simple, Potter… I might have wanted to fight you, but I didn’t want you dead. I hated him, and I needed you.”

“You needed…?” Harry’s voice trailed off with the question, but Malfoy shook his head.

“It was hell, Potter, and it was shame, and it was nothing like what I’d been promised. There was nothing safe in being a Pureblood, and I was trapped, and there was nothing I could do. And then… you were trapped, too.”

“There was no way out for either of us, so you let me out.”

Malfoy nodded. “There was no way for me to fight.”

“You needed the fight,” Harry said in understanding.

“I still do. So do you.” Malfoy took one small, measured, definitive step backwards, as if daring Harry to come after him. “So… go on… hit me.
—  Echo of a War by Mijan
One day at a time (chapter 5) Lin-Manuel x Reader

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Sorry this has been a LONG time coming. I’ve had a lot of life stuff happen in the last month and it’s meant I haven’t really felt like writing.  It also means that this chapter is possibly a bit too angst ridden. Sorry about that (not sorry)

Summary: After a random meeting on Tinder you begin a long distance relationship with Lin while he films Mary Poppins in London. It’s all fluff and sweetness and light until your ex lies and convinces Lin that you are back together, threatening your long distance relationship.

Word Count: 5,232

Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.

A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.

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Remember the time you used to date Lin-Manuel Miranda? Yeah that was weird.

What a strange sentence to tumble round your brain. The strangest part was that it was in past tense. ‘Dated’. As in you used to date him but not anymore. As in, you fell in love with him far too quickly and your life ruining ex-girlfriend decided to stomp on both your hearts. As in he’s a million miles away across the sea and he’s no longer speaking to you and  maybe you should let it go.

I’ve been standing at the edge of the water…

Oh god.

long as I can remember, never really knowing why…

Not now.

You cringed and closed your eyes as the familiar sounds of the Moana soundtrack blasted out across the tannoy in Target. It was maybe the 6th time you’d heard that song that week while trying to go about your daily life. You abandoned your cart and marched towards the nearest exit. Not today, Satan, not today.

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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success, that is way great spiritual giants are produced.
—  Swami Vivekananda
It Isn’t Love || Seungcheol || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 //

Word Count: 2860

Genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Summary: In order to solidify and further prove the alliance of two kingdoms, the Choi Kingdom had decided to arrange a marriage between their kingdom and the Lee Kingdom. It was a great plan! Now, if only the two parties personally involved were willing…


The small boy jogged to catch up to you, a large and proud grin on his face. “That was awesome, Your Highness!”

You turned and rolled your eyes, ruffling his hair. “Jihu, you have to learn to stand up for yourself one day. What will happen when I can’t be with you?”

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