but i did anyways whoops

hi did u know michael mell is actually the personification of the ‘*rolls in on my sick heelys, drinking a slushie* “sup heteros”’ meme like there’s no argument he’s probably done it before

ok im kidding not probably it’s obviously his only mode of transport

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10 days of dodie (1/10)
↳ favorite dodie song(s)

Zen Wisteria vs. the World

How to plan the perfect XYZ dragon

so you all might know me as that one weird girl who’s obsessed with XXY dragons, but let me tell you, there is nothing more beautiful and satisfying to look at than a perfectly coordinated XYZ dragon! they’re also super fun to dress! so this is a relatively useless guide to planning your own! I thought it would be helpful for newbies who are still getting used to all the beautiful colors fr has to offer.

Step 1: Picking a Primary

I started with a blank base so I had a clear vision of what I wanted to go for. Skink is a great gene to start with, because it usually has a stark contrast between its main and accent colors. and also, that throat gradient is to die for. it looks really great with treasure primaries like runes, lace, and contour. other great primaries with accents are poison and petals! Iri also works well on certain breeds.

Step 2: Selecting a Secondary

Here is where things actually get fun. I like to choose a color based on the accent color of the primary. Here, cyan is a perfect match for the accent of lead skink. I like that cyan butterfly just has that pale yellow accent color on the tips, but is otherwise a solid bright blue. You can already see the harmony between the colors beginning to work! Other secondaries that have great accent colors are toxin, spinner, and sometimes shimmer. Keep in mind that with certain colors like orca and metals, pretty much any gene will show off a contrasting accent color because that’s just how that color works! (Those ones are my favorite.)

Step 3: Taking a Tertiary

This is the step where it all comes together. That little pale yellow accent color in cyan butterfly matches perfectly with flaxen. Contour is a great simple gene that doesn’t overwhelm other genes or make them too busy, but adds a ton to bring the secondary and primary together. In addition, choosing an eye color is important too–here I chose light eyes to match the tertiary color. I mentioned great treasure tertiaries in step 1, but glimmer, opal and stained can also make for lovely, unique XYZ dragons!

Other Examples!

These are just a few more combinations that can look stunning. With the first dragon I started with his tangerine opal and chose his other colors to be complimentary to it. The second dragon had his primary chosen first, then his tertiary, and his secondary was picked to accent his stunning throat gradient. (Super helpful note: bogsneaks look great with glimmer and underbelly because their throat color will always show through!) The last dragon’s secondary was picked first, and her other genes were chosen to match. On to the last step!

Step 4: Cry

So you want to actually make these dream dragons a reality? Go ahead and search their colors and see what pops up.

There’s a reason it’s nicknamed “the crying workshop.” Have fun with your breeding projects!

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Source: 【OVERLORD】  LOG.1 by 惡道GAZARI
Full resolution: http://imgur.com/a/IhVNg

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teen wolf plot bunny: Matylda ‘Tilly’ Stilinski

“Stiles I swear If you make one more ‘Matilda’ joke-”
“Hey at least people can pronounce your name!” 

Matylda Stilinski has grown up doing her best to pretend she isn’t associated with her weird twin brother, rising to the top of the social food chain without him. But that all changes when strange things start happening in Beacon Hills and it all seems to lead straight to Stiles and his equally irritating best friend. 

But while it’s easy to hide her secret relationship with Jackson, there seems to be a new pile of secrets building up between the Stilinski twins and it’s only so long until they both get in way over their heads.

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The Librarians Shipathon 2017 - Week 8: Flynn & Moriarty late

so I bare my skin
and I count my sins
and I close my eyes
and I take it in

and i’m bleeding out

anonymous asked:

How many tattoos Brendon have, can you show with pictures?

lets see if i remember them all,,,

1. Piano Keys

2. Hibiscus/Plumeria flowers

3. Frank Sinatra portrait

4. ‽ (tour tattoo)

5. Burning Gospel (tour tattoo)

6. Every Time I Die - New Junk Aesthetic album cover

7. Sarah Urie (wife)’s eye in a yellow rose

8. DOAB (tour tattoo)

i don’t think i missed any but if i did whoops, i can’t keep track of all his shit anyways. also he’s said he hopes to get full sleeves in the future.

anonymous asked:

50- Vax/Gilmore pre-breakup

I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)

this definitely does not fit the prompt but i tried hwjkfdnasf


As cliché as it might sound, you remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.

It was a slow day, the one or two customers in the shop browsing idly through your not-insignificant shelves for the past hour or so when they entered. The bell above your door chimed incessantly as eight of the most colorful personalities in all of Exandria stepped through. The bright red dragonborn (how curious. not many of them ever really stepped outside of Draconia, and your merchant’s eye noticed the intricate brocade trim that adorned the dragonborn’s robes with some interest) and the tall woman with antlers (antlers) made a beeline for the shelves stocked with ingredients. The two gnomes and… was that an actual goliath behind them? meandered about in idle curiosity, occasionally picking things up (and almost breaking them, in the goliath’s case) as they did. The tall, bespectacled fellow somewhat awkwardly shuffled his way towards the shelves with tomes on the more obscure histories, thumbing his way through the dusty pages with rapidly growing interest (Sherri was already making her way towards him, fiery determination in her eyes. We are not a library!)

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Bad Boy Part 2

So awhile back, when I just started to began writing on tumblr, I wrote a presmut for Jun where he tried to finger you during dinner. And I said that I was gonna make a part 2? Then I never did…whoops…ANYWAY I totally just wrote it today. It’s my first actually smut. I’ve written foreplay, and I’ve read alot of smut, but I’ve never written it. I’m v sorry if it’s bad. I’ll try harder on my next one. This was way out of my comfort zone is all. 

Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN I LOvE YOU AND YOU”rE PROBABLY NEVER GONNA SEE THIS BUT YOU”RE MY BABY BIAS AND I LOvE YOU

I will also post some Junhui fluff tomorrow for his birthday in return for procrastinating because I am a horrible person. And I also have part 2 to ‘I’m Sick of you’ That I need to write. I will definitely get more organized I just got out of school so my schedule is clear for most of my summer yay I’m also going to organize my blog so its just writing because I’m so freaking messy! anyway enjoy the smut!

p,s. I know a lot of you probably see Jun as such a freaking Dom but like I love the idea of him begging. It’s probably so hot

Part 2/2 (You can find part 1 here)

Word count: 3105

Genre: Smut (are your tired of the word yet?)

Originally posted by junhuipie

“Stay.” You ordered him, as if he was a misbehaving dog. It’s not that far off, you think, as he stares after you longingly with puppy-dog eyes. He lunges for your skirt just as you were about to step outside, but you slapped his hand away just in time. “Bad boy.” You scolded him, and closed the door. When you looked back, you could see him punch the seat of the car through the window. Kinky little shit. Too bad he was so needy because you would have really enjoyed that.

Feeling powerful, and a bit evil, you walked through the lobby and straight up to (f/n)’s apartment. She grinned at you and pulled you into a grateful hug, and you were glad you chose to help her move into her apartment.

“I’ve missed you so much.” (F/n) admitted once you two began to rearrange the cardboard boxes near the couch.

“I know! I can’t believe the last time we talked was eighth-”

The doorbell rang. “Grade…” Your heart stopped. “I-I’ll go see who it is.” You shouted while jumping athletically over cardboard boxes. Well, athletic besides falling on your face and walking carefully after that. You slowly open the door, praying it’s not who you are afraid it is. Your fears are confirmed by the dark shape that flies at you before the door’s even fully open. Jun throws himself at you with such longing that the force of the kiss knocks you over. All you can feel are his lips pressed against yours, pushing harder than your resistance to him. Every movement he makes tears down bit by bit of the wall of defiance you built between the two of you. He shifts, and suddenly you were aware of your back against the rough carpeting, his thighs warm against yours, his-

I can’t. You tell yourself. I can’t let him get his way or I’ll lose all control over him. And we’re in my friend’s apartment. You remember as a second thought.

Like he knew what you were thinking, he chooses that exact moment to take your bottom lip between his teeth and force his tongue into your mouth. Even though he only attacked you maybe three seconds ago, it seems as though time slows to a crawl every time he holds you.

(F/n) should be wondering what happened right about now. She should be heading this way to check on me any second. You use the horror of this thought to gather your strength and push him off of you. He let out an unintentional gasp of shock as you shoved him away, a gasp similar to the one a small child makes when you hand them a lollipop, then snatch it back when they’re just starting to enjoy it. And you don’t want him to enjoy this.

You want to build up his frustration by denying him over and over again, until he can’t take it. Both of you love when you act dominant, and what could be more dominant than putting it off until he can’t bear it any more? He’ll do anything for you when you have that kind of control. And the idea of making him beg is quite enjoyable. You snapped out of it. Focus, you reminded yourself. Deny him.

There was now about two inches of space between your faces, none between anything below your torsos. You stared right into Jun’s eyes as you called out to (f/n). “I’m fine, I just tripped again!”

She laughs. “Who is it?”

“Just the mail carrier.” You state deliberately, reveling in the pain in Jun’s eyes.

Jun was holding himself up with his arms, but looked ready to fall on you again. His mouth moved towards your neck.

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed. He moved quickly, and had his mouth on your skin before you had time to react, but a second later you managed to roll him over, although it took all your willpower not to succumb to his touch. You sat on top of him now, on his stomach, straddling him. His abs were tensed.

He whimpered pitifully “(y/n), I don’t wanna wait for you to come back. I can’t wait for you, I-” he shudders pleasurably.

“Get yourself the hell out of here, understand?” You whispered harshly at him. He nodded, exhaling sharply through his nose. Right once you said that, you heard (f/n) walking through the apartment toward you. Panicking, you blurt “Change of plans. You’re staying here.” You don’t have enough time to get him out the door. You pull him up and roughly shove him into a nearby closet, the only hiding place.

You barely had time to register what had happened when (f/n) walked in. “You okay?” She asked you.

“Yep.” You lied, laughing uncomfortably and adjusting your skirt.

“Where’s the mail?”

“Ummm, it was just some magazines.” You gestured vaguely at the boxes behind you.

“Okay, well I’ve got the couch away from the wall, so it’s ready to be-” your friend starts, but is interrupted by Jun abruptly falling out of the closet. It appears he was trying to open the doors from the inside, and failed miserably. Not missing a beat, Jun chooses this moment to try to be funny and announce to everyone in the room: “I’m here and I’m horny.” Well, everyone in the room heard, but he wasn’t aware that that included anyone else but you. You could tell when he realized he had company, because his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Yes, I can see that.” You friend responded, quite nonchalantly for the situation. She glanced between his crotch and you in a millisecond. “Is this what you do with your free time?” She addressed you. You were blushing furiously. “Well, this is fantastic, one more person to help move the couch!”

After the couch was correctly relocated, (f/n) dusts off her hands. “Thank you guys so much!” She grins cheekily. “Feel free to use it, if you need to.” She wandered out of the room. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. When you opened them, Jun was looking at you, in a… daring way.

“No.”

“Why not?” He whined. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?”

“I told you, you have to be punished.” You shamed. “Have you learned nothing?”

He blankly watched your face as you moved around the room, his breathing uneven. His eyes were a dangerous dark shade, glazed over with lust.

After what seems like forever, you finished organizing the boxes in the room. Just then, (f/n) walked back in. “Oh, you guys aren’t doing anything?” She sounded almost disappointed. “Nope, I think we’re done here, hope to see you later!” You responded quickly walking out of the room, dragging Jun behind you.

You got to the car after much struggling on his part. When you shoved him roughly into the car, he looked up at you hopefully, like he was expecting you to give him what he wanted. But instead you slammed the door and walked around to the trunk. When you opened the trunk, you could hear him, sounding nervous, calling your name, wanting to know what you were doing. You heard him trying to open the door, and discovering them locked. Metal gleamed as you grabbed something from underneath a blanket.

He let out what sounded like an audible gasp as he saw the pair of handcuffs you were holding. He had bought those to use on you, but oh how the tables had turned. You harshly ripped the door open, and grabbed his wrist. He squirmed under you, but you still grasped a hold of the limb as you put the handcuffs around one wrist and laced the remaining hand cuff through the handle of the ceiling of the car and then finished handcuffing him completely to above the window of the car. You then stormed over to the driver seat, and started to aggressively drive down the road.

He struggled angrily against the chains. “I need you now, Jagiya,” he moaned. When that didn’t get your attention, he started making threats. “I swear when we get home you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” You scoffed. Angry tears spilled from his eyes. You know he doesn’t like being prevented, but he should have known better, besides he’ll enjoy it later when it pays off.

But for the time being, he was frustrated. He was frustrated and in pain the whole ride home, but when you pulled into your driveway he perked up, hopeful. You sat there in silence for a minute. Not a word or even a sound came out of either of your mouths before you quickly opened the door and climbed out of the car. You walked around to the side Jun was on and opened the door. Juns lustful eyes looked up at you. You stared down at him for a bit just taking in his beauty.

“Babygirl-” Before he could finish the sentence you were sitting on top of him, straddling his waist between your legs. You pushed your lips onto him harshly, and he returned the kiss in the same manner. You couldn’t take it anymore and man neither could he. He really couldn’t wait anymore.

He pulled harshly on the metal restraints holding his hands above his head. He just wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel you. You pulled away to take them off of him, and he latched onto your neck, devouring the skin, and tracing his lips down to your collarbone.

As soon as the handcuffs were off of him, he grabbed the outside of your upper leg and ran his hands up under your skirt, your lips meeting again. You moaned into the kiss as he grasped your ass in both hands and squeezed, your hands grasping his shoulders tightly. You pulled away and he looked at you confused, as you wriggled out of his grip. You climbed out of the car and walked away from him, taunting him. You quickly unlocked the front door, and you waited. You looked over your shoulder, and Jun climbed out of the car, following you, slamming the car door behind him. You had him wrapped around your finger.

As he met you at the front porch, you grasped his tie between your fingers pulling him into the house. As he walked through the front threshold, you connected your lips with his, and he slammed the front door behind him, locking it. He pushed you backwards before slamming you into a nearby wall.

You grasped his hair between your fingers, pulling at the strands, causing a moan to escape from his mouth. He touched every inch of your torso, reaching under your shirt and feeling the delicate skin. He pressed you against the wall with enough pressure to allow you to wrap your legs around him tightly. He grabbed your bottom to support you. Then he carried you to your shared room.

He set you down on the bed, and practically pounced on you, dying of anticipation. He straddled your waist between his knees. He pulled at your shirt needingly, and you gladly accepted his invitation to pull off your shirt, and you pulled him closer by his tie. Both your lips were slowly becoming swollen from the harshness of the kisses. Jun bit your bottom lip lightly, and tugged on it. His hands practically praised your body, feeling the delicate soft skin under the fabric of your skirt. You chuckled at his desperation, and he slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring it.

He grasped your inner thigh, and squeezed the delicate skin. You pulled him down by his neck so that he was closer to you. He pulled away from the kiss only to reconnect his lips at your collarbone. You yanked at his tie, telling him that you wanted it off. He pulled his hand away from your upper leg to pull the black fabric off, and you slam him against the headboard, desperately unbuttoning his shirt revealing his dancer body.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” you moan before kissing up his stomach and chest, pulling off your shoes, and throwing them across the room, Jun mimicking you. You pull his shirt completely off, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and he removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his underwear.

He climbed back on top of you, pressing his body against your, needingly. He kissed as much as your chest as he could with your bra on. He slid his hands between your legs and ran his fingers up, dangerously close to your pooling heat.

“I need to, baby girl,” Jun pleaded, playing with the fabric of your underwear. You shook your head, grabbing his wrists.

“Tell me, do naughty boys get rewarded?” You whispered in his ear. He shivered, and swallowed heavily. “Hmm?”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking a bit. You let out a laugh, and pushed on his chest to slam him onto his back.

“Do why should I reward you?” You asked lowly.

“Because I’ll be good,” Jun whined. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“See, I don’t trust you,” You threatened, climbing off the boy. Jun watched you, anticipating what you were going to do. You walked over to the closet and went threw a few things before finding something he wasn’t expecting you to bring back: a belt.

Jun was slightly nervous, scared of how you were going to use it, but you just simply tied it around the bed frame, and pulled Jun’s wrists through the loops before tightening it. Jun let out a small yelp, and you stopped tightening it, and finished buckling the belt. You had left your handcuffs in the car.

“Naughty boys don’t get to touch.”
Jun watched you intently, waiting for what punishment you were going to give him, and you kneeled above him, a knee on either side of his tensed abs. He was unintentionally nervous, and he wandered if this is how you felt every time he did this to you.

As Jun began to recover his composure, you reached behind you, and unclipped your bra. This caused Jun’s breath to speed up rapidly. He wanted nothing more then to reach out and grab them, kneed them to get you all hot and bothered. He pulled violently at the belt, and you let out a tisk.

“Always so needy, aren’t we Jun.” He let out a loud whine, and you shook your head once again. “Not even trying to be good. Naughty, naughty.”

“Please,” he let out a whine, and you chuckled, moving down to cover over his tent, grinding lightly. He bit his lip, trying his hardest not to let a sound slip out. You noticed, smirking.

“Smart boy, you’re learning.” You lowered you hips back down onto his boner, and watched his struggle to keep quite. As your grind, Jun bit his lip so hard that he thought blood might be drawn.

You pushed your hand against Jun’s bare chest and leaned down, while continuing to grind. You kissed him, and he released his lip from his teeth to accept your lips. You absorbed the moans that escaped his mouth, and moved your lips down to his neck, and kissed the soft skin, biting a bit, but not enough to leave a mark. You didn’t want the press getting any pictures of that.

As your continued to kiss, Jun let a frustrated grunt. You pulled away from his neck, only to see him trying his hardest to keep quiet. You faintly smiled, and went back to his neck before ghosting over his ear.

“See. You can be such a good boy when you try. Such a good little slut for me.” You whispered in his ear. It sent shivers down his spine.

You pulled away, and climbed off the bed, removing your panties completely. You pulled off Jun’s boxers slowly, and you saw his face overwhelmed with excitement. A frustrated tear fell from his eye.

As you pulled them off, you released his rock hard cock, already leaking with precum. Smirking, you climb back on top of him, one knee on either side. You notice how anxious Jun is and you sink down onto him, slowly. You reach down, and capture his lips into your own, swallowing his moans.

As you pick up your pace, Jun bucks his hips up, begging for more, but you deny it from him. Sitting up, you slow down, and hold his hips against the bed, letting out a low growl. He stops his movement, and you release your grip, and you began to sink down on him again, and let out a loud moan, making him want to buck his hips once again. To your surprise, he controls himself. You feel him about to release and you bend over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t even think about coming before me, you brat!” You threatened. “My little cumslut.” Jun couldn’t help but pull at the belt as you began to speed up. He desperately wanted to cling to the bed sheets. He desperately wanted to lace his hands through you hair and pull at the strands. As you came, you let out a loud moan, and kept sinking down on Jun riding your orgasm out.

“Please,” Jun begged. “I’ll do anything.”

“Come for me my little slut,” You groaned in his ear, and with your permission, he came with a loud scream. You fell off of him, laying beside him, catching your breath. As soon as your breathing was steady, you pushed yourself up, and undid the belt, letting Jun’s wrists fall on the pillow underneath him. You carefully grasped his wrist and kissed the red marks the belt left on his sun kissed skin.

You threw the belt across the room, and both you and Jun climbed under the covers of the bed. You placed your hand on his beautiful face, and pressed your lips softly against his own.

“I love you,” you whispered to him. “You’re my everything, and I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he spoke back, wrapped his arms protectively around your waist.

“It wasn’t too much was it, Jagi?” You asked him, burying your head into his neck.

“No Jagiya. Of course not, you know I would tell you otherwise. And we have a safe word.” Jun reassured. He let out a low chuckle. “Besides… I deserved it.”

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I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Droughtlander is actually, really really, over…

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