bring it on spurs

Just Pretend    *NSFW*

Summary: Reader wakes up from a dream about her ex; all hot and bothered.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: NSFW; Smut; Masturbation (male and female); Unprotected sex (just use a condom); some angst.

A/N: Okay, so I originally posted this on a side blog that I created (@bbuckmebarnes) but I decided that I will not be running it anymore as I don’t want to end up neglecting one and I focus more on this one anyways. SO. I’m moving the one piece that wasn’t so terrible here! Again, feedback would be great!

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anonymous asked:

Uhm I think some post concert sex would ensue, Harry's hot and sweaty and he just looks so hot. Ugh, the missus say "your such a rockstar baby" as she undoes his belt & he's literally gone lol

Anonymous said: Harry whisking her away backstage the second he’s done performing kiwi, all sweaty & he’s barely had a chance to catch his breath and he’s kissing you up and down and she’s telling how good he did and it’s just melting him and they’re just cuddling and he’s so proud of himself for having a good performance but also for making his girl feel so good

Anonymous said: Harry and the missus having a little fun in the dressing room backstage at one of his shows ❤️❤️❤️

I’m going to combine these three. A little bit sexy, a little bit sweet.

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Liam Kosta headcanons
  • Gets upset if Ryder falls asleep in the middle of the movie and wakes her up with “You’re missing the best part!” “Uhgn Liam everything’s the best part in your opinion, we gotta stop doing these movie marathons.”
  • Actually had a proposal all thought out but decided in the spur of the moment to bring up getting married after Ryder and the rest of the crew were gathered, and Ryder’s twin saved
  • Likes to tinker with tech whenever he gets the chance, Jaal is pleased that Liam adopted his ‘taking things apart to see how they work’ method
  • Jaal’s Liam’s best man in case of marriage, no doubt about it. And vice versa.
  • A somewhat decent cook, surprisingly. It was a family thing.
  • Gives Ryder advice on which guns etc. fit her style in the battlefield the most and teaches her how to use them.
  • Trains alongside Ryder, ends up with another kind of ‘training’ alltogether. 
  • Just wait until he finds out about the fertility project Jill has set up, he’s gonna sign up as soon as Ryder even mentions being remotely interested.
  • Really, really tries to be present in his child’s life, plays with them, teaches them things, …  a welcome change from the kind of father Ryder was used to herself.
Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

When another male protagonist kisses the female character who is basically written to exist as the love interest: wow what a surprise, he finally got the girl. im in such suspense. he must feel so accomplished that he finally got the girl. look at how desirable the female character is yet again, in order to catch his attention. she still has to work so hard and be more than she already is to deserve his interest in her

I rather watch a slice of cheese slowly mold on a warm pavement than see another mediocre male lead get the girl 

When Jughead brings the courage to kiss Betty in a spur of a quiet moment: TO JUGHEAD THERE WERE ONLY 3 PEOPLE IN THAT BOOTH. A BLOND GIRL, A RAVEN-HAIRED GIRL, AND THE LUCKIEST RED-HEADED BOY IN THE UNIVERSE. Jughead was not that lucky red-headed boy. He was just Jughead. He was perfectly fine with being an outsider who stood on the sidelines to watch the world pass by. Probably even write about it on his laptop. BUT HERE HE IS KISSING BETTY LIKE HE IS FIRST TIME JUST DISCOVERING THE FEELING OF SUNLIGHT. LIKE HE HAS NEVER HAD ANYTHING NICE BEFORE

Jughead just relieved Betty’s tension by saying “We’re all crazy” and “We’re not our parents, Betty” but he’s exhaling after their moment like she holds all the power over him in his universe

Goddamit Lance why are you so pretty  (ง'̀-‘́)ง

So I’ve gotten back into digital drawing again and of course the first thing I did was Altean!Lance BC i’m in love with the idea (And in love with him, stupid nerd)

I might write something to accompany this in the spare time between writing the other Voltron fic i’m planning ;P

I put some (A frick ton, i’m so sorry xD) of the idea’s I had for this below the cut if anyone’s interested, and if anyone writes/draw’s anything for it pls tell me, that would be so cool 

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To Reveal a Traitor by Misfortune

Find dandelion root, burdock spurs, elm bark, hawthorn thorns, and yarrow flower. Obtain the tongue of a cow as well. 

Cut the dandelion root into slices, shred the elm bark, and crush the dried yarrow flowers. Leave the spurs whole. 
Bring a pot of water to a boil (one that you don’t use for cooking). 
Add those things to the water.
“Root of Air-like virtue true, 
 Flower of ill that protects from the like, 
 Bark of the tree that will tell me who,
 Spur of Burdock to deliver the strike.” 
Let it boil until the ingredients become well shriveled, discolored, or fall apart. 

Take the tongue. Pierce it with the hawthorn thorns. 
“Let this traitor be transfixed.
 Let them suffer the white thorn bite. 
 Let them feel the cursed pricks
 and no rest be found day or night.” 

Place the thorn pierced tongue in a jar. Pour the hot concoction over it, cap it, and set it in a sunny place. 
Watch closely for someone in your life to suffer a lot of misfortune. When they do, you’ll know who the traitor is. 

Emily Ellsworth, whose jobs have included answering phones in the district offices of two Republican representatives from Utah — Jason Chaffetz, from 2009 to 2012; and Chris Stewart from 2013 to 2014 — said the way your points reach a lawmaker depends on how many calls the office is getting at the time and how you present your story.

In some cases, it’s a simple process. When a caller offered an opinion, staff members would write the comments down in a spreadsheet, compile them each month and present reports to top officials, she said. If the lawmaker had already put out a statement on the issue, the staff member would read it to the caller, she said.

But a large volume of calls on an issue could bring an office to a halt, sometimes spurring the legislator to put out a statement on his or her position, Ms. Ellsworth said. She recommended the tactic in a series of tweets shared thousands of times.

“It brings a legislative issue right to the top of the mind of a member,” she said. “It makes it impossible to ignore for the whole staff. You don’t get a whole lot else done.”

—  Here’s Why You Should Call, Not Email, Your Legislators by Daniel Victor
Kissing Regina Mills - misscanteloupe - Once Upon a Time (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan
Characters: Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Prince Charming | David Nolan
Additional Tags: Fluff, Also kind of cracky?, Post Season 5, Beard Free!

“The name is just for show. It’s supposed to bring out some of your deeper desires. Spurs you to act on them,” Regina explains, even though Emma stopped paying attention several words ago.

Their eyes lock, and Emma feels that same prickling sensation on the back of her neck.

“Is there… anything you want to do?” Regina asks finally.

It’s like a flick of a switch.

(It’s a late night in the vault and Emma accidentally kisses Regina Mills)

anonymous asked:

"why nearly half the nation thought Donald Trump’s vision of America was a compelling one" What's so surprising about a positive vision of creating jobs by eliminating competition from Mexican immigrants and Chinese workers appealing to non-coastal-elite white-working-class men?

Honestly, I mostly agree with you that this is the explanation. There’s kind of a pattern where liberal thinkpiece writers will either try to explain the Trump phenomenon in terms of one or a few components of these things, or else think of it as a result of a bunch of independent factors that add up to produce it. In reality, Trump voters seem to believe in the entire narrative, and it seems like a mistake to address it as though it’s merely the sum of its parts. “Illegal immigrants come to America, take our jobs, dilute our culture, bring crime and drugs, spur social atomization, and collude with the left to keep us down, all while shipping what few jobs are left overseas and imposing stupid and/or malicious regulations on us to benefit the bureaucrats over the little guy” is an entire worldview that, despite how silly it might seem to us liberals (except for maybe the part about cronyism), a large fraction of the country Actually Believes. Economics lesson about the Iowa Car Crop don’t seem to be helping much, and I’m not sure how much we can get Trump voters to trust us when we tell them that the narrative is faulty when there’s a genuine value difference in how much we care about preserving Red Tribe culture and helping the ingroup versus trying to help everyone by being globalist/universalist.

Capitalism is the sorcerer’s apprentice: it has summoned up powers which have spun wildly out of control and now threaten to destroy us. The task of socialism is not to spur on those powers but to bring them under rational human control.
—  Terry Eagleton

I have so many questions now about Chris and those peaches. Did he truly grow them? How did he pack them so they didn’t get smashed? Had he planned on bringing peaches or was it a spur of the moment idea? Did he share peaches with other people or did he just bring them for the one show? I wanna know man.

A little difference

Summary: Due to a special reason, Sam invited Dean and you out for dinner. While Dean was already unhappy with not being allowed to eat a burger, you made sure he would have a even worse time with teasing him. When the two of you finally ended up in the bedroom, you decided to do things a little different than usual.

Words: 1840

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex (giving and receiving)

A/N: So this is my entry for @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s SPN-Sutra Challenge and my position was 69, so enjoy reading! Also there is plot to it, cause just the position would’ve been too little content :) (thanks to @itsemmyb for helping me out)

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You, Me and One Spotlight: Kota
  • Featuring: Kota Igarashi from Scandal In The Spotlight
  • Rating: Angsty fluff content.
  • Author’s Note: Part three! Check out the others. ;) 
  • Spotlight: Kyohei (X) | Iori (X)


Kyohei’s voice sounded over the video game, and Kota looked up. He would typically be disinterested in what Kyohei had to say when he was gaming, but there was a tone in his voice, one that Kota seldom heard. It wasn’t about work; they had just planned everything out half an hour ago. It certainly wasn’t going to be about leisure. They were friends, but they spent over a decade working together. He’d much rather spend his off days with his girlfriend or playing games. A small smile came to his face as he thought about you, even as he glanced at Kyohei. His next words caused Kota to jump up. No amount of health packs, medics or points would be able to revive him if his heart stopped beating.

“She got into a car accident.”

Why was the hospital so far away? Why was the traffic in LA this heavy when it wasn’t peak hours? Why did the red lights seem all that slower before they turned green again? The other members of Revance were with him in the car, but Kota wasn’t listening to the comforting words they were saying. They hadn’t gotten any details, just that you got involved in a car accident. His mind didn’t wish to go to the worst possible scenario. No, he wasn’t going to go there. He couldn’t. How could he?

Kota thought back to the last time he saw you. This morning, after you spent the night. He got you to wake up by tickling you, but not before running his fingers over your smooth skin. Not before he watched you sleep. Admittedly, that was creepy, but he adored the way you mumbled his name when you were asleep. He always wondered what you were fantasizing about. He’d ask, just to see the blood rush to your face, to see how flustered you got. Kota gripped onto the leather seat, thinking about how you wanted a goodbye kiss. But the guys were in the living room, so he let you go off without one. It was a good thing you forgot your script. Nagi suggested that you left it on purpose so that he’d chase after you. He might not kiss those lips again.


You were going to be okay. He was overthinking things. Your anniversary was coming up in a few weeks’ time. He was going to bring you out. Do something romantic. Nagito wanted your affections once, and that spurred him on to be more open about his feelings. Kota was never going to be like Nagi, but if you wanted someone like him, you’d have been with him from the start. You snuck into his heart and before he knew it, he wasn’t able to live his life without you in it.

Kota was out of the car even before it skidded to a stop. He needed to see you. Make sure you were safe. He ran into the emergency room blindly, his eyes darting around. He stopped when he found you, the front of your blouse soaked with blood. He recognised that blouse. He’d taken it off you more times than he could remember. Shit, why was that thought in his head now? He rushed over to you, heart pounding, and grabbed you by your shoulders, before realising that you could be hurt and let go again.

“Kota!” You exclaimed.

“Are you okay?” Kota asked, an anxious look on his face. You stared back at him and for a brief moment, he wondered if you had forgotten about him.

“I’m fine. This isn’t my blood.” You replied, a faint smile on your face. “Well, the doctor says I might have a slight concussion, so he wants me to stay overnight for observation. They’re arranging a room for me now, but it’ll take a while.”

You weren’t talking with your usual zest, which Kota supposed was to be expected. He let out a loud sigh of relief when he finally realised that you were alive and well, though shaken up. You were picking at the hem of your shirt. You had a few cuts on your hands, and a rather painful looking red patch on your calf. Without thinking too much about it, he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tighter despite your protests about getting his clothes dirty. Who cared about that? He almost lost you.

“I had a fantasy that you swooped in like that great doctor character you played a while back and saved me while I was bleeding to death.” You whispered.

Kota couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips. “Typical. Forever off in your fantasies…” He took your hands, which were trembling. “I’m here now. You might not be bleeding to death, but I’m here. You’re safe.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips before he heard a snicker that came from Iori.

“Looks like you wasted your time being worried,” Iori smirked.

“I-I wasn’t!” Kota huffed, even as everyone else began to chime in with their comments.

“He ignored us the whole ride over.”
“Ko was really worried about you!”
“He looked like he was about to cry.”
“This makes for a great idea for a song…”

“Leader!” Kota snapped at him, glaring at everyone else with a blush on his face. But in the next instant, he felt you squeeze his hand. He always told you his actions spoke louder than his words. But you liked hearing words. He gave your hand a squeeze back, turning away from his bandmates. “I was very worried,” He mumbled. “I’m glad I kissed you goodbye this morning.”

Your lips curled up, the smile he loved to see appearing. “It’s a good thing I left my script behind then.”

When The Darkness Comes - Chapter 13

Fandom: The 100

Relationship: Clexa


Summary: Clexa AU. Clarke; free-spirited daughter of a humble doctor and engineer gets paired up with Alexandra; robotic daughter of an uptight Catholic housewife and CEO for a chemistry project. Or Lexa’s mother is super strict and Clarke helps her discover who she really is.

Word Count: 5,230

Author’s Note:  This chapter is 5,000 words of pure smut.  I’m not sorry at all ;)

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Sinful Attraction

Taehyung Imagine/Scenario

Genre: Bro idek. An au I guess??? royalty/supernatural!au

Blurb: A girl finds her way into an ostentatious ball at a kingdom she lives in. Despite dancing with a handsome bachelor named Jimin, she finds herself strangely attracted to an alluring, dark stranger across the ballroom floor. But would he be anything mundane like she’d imagine him to be? (I’m shit at abstracts. I hope you still wanna read it haha.)

Word Count: 4,596


A/N: This was a project given to me by my literary genres teacher. We were supposed to write a gothic story… And this is what resulted from it. I’m such fanfic trash I swear. I apologize sincerely in advance. If you happen to find any mistakes, please point them out to me (:

A handsome young man by the name of Taehyung, who also happened to be a royal heir, lived in the kingdom of Shevibourne. Whispers about the young prince being the most elegant and alluring dancer in the land floated from ear to ear in dimly lit taverns, to elaborate dress shops, to rowdy eateries and so forth. Smooth and sophisticated was his dancing style as he would twirl young girls across the ballroom floor in an intricate path that left behind wisps of the young couple’s perfumed scents. Using his charms and honeyed words, the royal dancer is able to create the perfect facade of being a gentlemanly prince who is fit for the future action of taking over his father’s position as king. He depicts himself as a flawless youth, which is expected of during the dark Victorian times, that caters to everyone’s needs as he is the royal prince. Though everyone sees him as a well groomed, polite, and attractive royal, Taehyung has a dark secret. His dances that seemingly seem to seduce young naive girls into his arms hold a dark undisclosed reality: his ability to imbue his partners with a sense of morbid damnation which in turn, spurs on their want to bring down those alongside them into their own dark view of life.

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