but it looks really pretty so it's okay

“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.


Important scenes of Mon-El (aka scenes that antis ignore) 2x04 “It’s not your parents’ fault. It’s not even Krypton’s fault. Okay?, we shared a star, that’s all”.

Sick Galra Keith is just a local space Werewolf

What if Keith’s Galra transformations were like Werewolves periods ? Like, around some special purple moon off faraway in the galaxy, the shifting is more and more evident ; but this happens with different moons, because its linked to gravity of someting 

 So one day, Lance finds a really ill Keith, with a bad migraine and all in the corridor, trembling and waiting at his door in the middle of an astral night travel His cheeks have an odd color, his hearing is overwhelming because there’s too much noise, the bright blue lights of the castle blinds him 

At first, Lance is reluctant to help Keith because.. Dude its just a headache okay go to sleep its 3 ! But Keith just… Collapses on Lance’s bed. His eyes are kind of glassy and he’s… Hot. Like real fever hot. Lance bent downs toward Keith because ‘hey mullet whats wrong with you’ and Keith’s teeth look really sharp. Glinting.
So Keith, out of pure impulse, dig his nails in Lance’s nape, but it’s more claws now. They kind of hurt and Lance scrunch up his nose. His face is now really close with Keith’s and thanks Altea he turned off the lights for Keith’s eyes because elseway he would see the pretty pink of his cheeks. Not due to fever. 

‘I think something wrong with me’ is the only thing Keith manages to whisper before shutting off. And Lance gets really worried at this point cause like… Keith is not waking up ? He’s trembling at a very high temperature and his skin is covered in markings ?

+ next part

Bang Bang

Bang bang


The first time Will saw a gun, he knew that was what he would want to hold forever in his hands.

His father, just returning from war, couldn’t be prouder of his son.

“I wanna be like you! Fighting all the bad guys with my gun! Bang bang!” William said, happily, pretending to hold a gun on his little hands and making the movement of a shooting gun. His father laughed and nodded as his mother watched them from the kitchen, worry on her expression.

“That’s my boy… You will kill all the bad boys and make daddy very proud” he said and kissed Will’s head, the boy beaming and grinning with excitement.

“I will make you proud daddy! I will!”


Bang bang

“I don’t like war movies” Celine whined as she leaned against Damien. He shrugged.

“Yeah I know but William loves them for some reason” he said and Mark chuckled.

“He just likes guns, like every American I guess” he shrugged as well and hummed happily, laying on Celine’s lap. The three of them were in the back of the bed as they watched the movie, with William sitting in front of the three of them, eyes fixated in the movie. How accurate their movements were. What was their strategy.

He just loved it all so much.

“He seems… possessed” Mark mumbled and Damien frowned, slapping his friend’s head while Celine bit her bottom lip, worriedly.

“Not possessed but… I don’t like this excessive love” she mumbled and Damien rolled his eyes.

“You two worry too much. He just likes it. It’s not like he is going to the army any time soon. Don’t worry” he said and the two looked at the smartest of the group. “Probably just some extreme love for the movies, it’s alright”

It was alright.

He hoped.


Bang bang


“I am going to the army!”

Mark spit his drink. Celine’s burger fell from her hand. Damien stared at Will is shock.

“What?!” the politician choked out, making Will frown before he grinned widely.

“I was accepted as a cadet in the army! I am leaving in two months!” he said happily. “I don’t know where my first mission will be in but I am so excited! Can you im-”

“You can’t go!”

Celine flinched and Mark looked at Damien slowly. The man looked completely exasperated at his friend’s happiness, his eyes wide and cheeks red in anger.

William was just confused.

“What why?” he asked, frowning. “You were one to always say to follow our dreams. And I just did it! I am going to the army!”

“Being in the army isn’t a dream!” Damien yelled back, and Celine shook her head as Mark held his friend’s hand.

“Calm down there” he said but Damien pulled his hand away and stared at Mark, making him raise his hands and look away. “Alright…”

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” Will asked, his voice breaking a bit, and Damien looked at him, fuming in anger.

“Why?! Because I also wouldn’t be happy if you were jumping off a bridge! This is suicide at its best William!” he said, his voice high pitched and weird. William’s hurt eyes slowly shut down and he furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes.

“If I wanted to die I would shoot my head, you idiot. This is my dream. This is all I have ever wanted to do. And now I am so close, all I wanted was some support from my friends”

Damien looked at him and then let out a dry and hoarse laugh.

“Support from your friends? Well then you can call me your enemy because I am never going to support this” he said and stood up, grabbing his bag. “Have a nice day, a nice two months and a nice mission. I will visit you at your grave”

Damien walked away without looking back, clearly pissed, and Celine went right after him, calling his name as Will deflated and looked down. Then, Mark held his shoulder.

“Its okay buddy. He will come to terms with it. I think it’s pretty cool”

He smiled, a little


Bang bang


He had never thought that shooting a real human being would be so different from shooting a practice target.

He never thought the light of someone’s eyes could really disappear once they died.

But now he knew it was all true.

His first target was dying in front of him, hand on his chest, his eyes contorting and turning almost desperately.

If he wanted to say something, it died with him.

“Cadet! Take cover!”

He didn’t hear it very well, but he did as commanded.

He laid down behind their structures and closed his eyes, the man’s face returning to his brain as if he had just do it.

He had just done it.

He had just killed a man.

And the worst yet…

It felt amazing.

The power in his hands.

The desperate fear.

He felt like throwing up.

What was happening to him?


Perhaps Damien had been right.

He shouldn’t have come.

He shouldn’t have done this.

But now it was too late.

He opened his eyes again, determined, and grabbed his gun, moving away from their covers and laughing like a maniac as he shot all the enemies he saw in front of him on his way to the other cover.

One, two, three, four, five dead.

He had never felt so alive.


Bang bang

“It was an accident! I swear…”

His eyes widened as Y/N fell all the way down to the other floor. He looked back at the detective, desperate, his hand trembling as he saw the pool of blood next to him. He looked at his gun and threw it away, shaking, trembling, before rushing to the stairs.

And then he saw the cane.

He looked at the door and walked to it, taking the cane that once belonged to his dear friend, holding it tight against his chest as he slowly walked down the stairs.

He was alone.

Completely alone.

“Did I…” he mumbled, shakily, sitting on the bench next to Y/N’s body. “Did I kill them?”

Did he kill Mark?

Did he kill Damien?

Did he kill Celine?

Did he?

He killed the detective.

He killed Y/N.

He held the cane tighter as his eyes teared up, a desperate feeling in his chest.

It was all his fault, wasn’t it?

Even if he hadn’t killed them, he slept with Mark’s wife. He ruined their friendship. He destroyed everything…

It was all his fault.

All his fault.

He was the wrong one.

He was the one messed up.

He sobbed, holding the cane close to himself as he curled up.

His hat fell from his head and removed his jacket angrily, throwing it away with all his patches.

He didn’t deserve them. He had killed his friends.

And then…

Then, Y/N returned.

And he laughed.

Maybe he hadn’t killed anyone after all.


Bang bang

“Crazy psychopath sleeps with wife of an innocent man and kills the entire family, including baby, before setting the house on fire” Wilford read, humming and rolling his eyes. “They didn’t even mention my moustache. Amateurs.”

“Do you really think that is your biggest problem Will?” Dark asked, raising his eyebrow, and Wilford shrugged.

“I don’t see the big deal, to be honest. They will come back one way or another, it just lowered the family’s rate in earth for a bit of time”

He held his gun close to his face, looking at it not to miss any detail now that he was cleaning it.

It was just as beautiful as ever.

He smirked and held it the right away, looking towards the man trapped as the aiming target on the other side of the room.

Bang bang.

Hamilton Characters as things my brother has said

Hamilton: I don’t suffer, but when I do, I do.

Laurens: It’s the golden rule, right? No eye contact, no gay.

Lafayette: There wasn’t as many onion sellers as I was expecting in Paris.

Mulligan: Horses are so much bigger than I thought, like really big dogs.

Washington: Listen up, loser, I’m here to teach you stuff.

Angelica: I look pretty good in a dress, okay, my legs are amazing.

Eliza: I’m the middle child, unnoticed, unappreciated.

Peggy: I’ve had so many people forget my name I’m starting to doubt if I exist

Inktober Day 5: Sad

I’m okay

It’s okay to be slow when you’re making art.

So I kind of wanted to make a post about this.

I know some of you look around, and you see all these artists making such beautiful art in time spans of like an hour or a few hours, and then you look at your work and you get so demoralized because you’re taking so long.

I’m here to tell you that that’s perfectly okay. You’re not other artists. You are you, and your work defines you. If you need to take 10 hours, or even days to complete your art piece, it is okay, because it’s yours. You’re doing your best to make your art what you want it to be, and just because you can’t do it in a few hours like other artists do, it doesn’t make the value of your work any less. In fact, your patience and perseverance is absolutely admirable.

Take your time. You’re using your hands to create something that you love. Don’t let the people around you that you see hinder that in any way. You will definitely get faster in time, but if you give up now, thinking that you’ll always be this slow when you make art, you’ll never reach that stage. This applies not only to art, but also to other skills that you’re trying to pick up.

So look at what you yourself are doing, instead of looking around at others. Don’t worry too much, and enjoy yourself in the process of creation and learning! :)

Personal Assistant Part4

Previously: Part3

Seb slammed the door shut and screamed in anger, he punched the wall, making a hole and dropped to the floor sobbing an angry mess. He was angry with himself for not telling you any sooner and he was angry at Chris for liking you and angry at the woman he fucked.

“I gotta fix this”

Keep reading

Webisode 1: the Notebook
  • Rose: look at my new notebook!
  • Juleka and Alya: It's pretty lit
  • Marinette: and It's pink!
  • Alya: *to Mari* okay you gotta start wearing blue and I'll wear purple, we'll be a giant bi flag
  • Rose: It's so romantic!
  • Juleka: okay babe whatever
  • Chloe: your notebook is pathetic
  • Chloe: not as pathetic as me *laughs*
  • Alya: Chloe we're just concerned at this point
  • Rose: *cries*
  • Marinette: whoa chill Rose it's just a notebook
  • Chloe: what the fuck
  • Marinette: okay let's just write some stuff in it to make it more intresting
  • Juleka: *writing* dear Rose I love you
  • Chloe: *salt*
  • Alya: *writing* you're pretty dank lol
  • Chloe: *extra salt*
  • Marinette: *writing* the notebook is cute and so are you *draws a rose*
  • Chloe: *saltier than the dead sea*
  • Nino: we didn't want to be here but Jeremy said we had to
  • Adrien: that rose you drew looks really pretty
  • Adrien: just like you *finger guns*
  • Marinette: *faints*

universal-glitch  asked:

Can you write the Connor x Internet friend! Reader as a fanfic. I would love it if you did.

Message Me || Connor Murphy x Reader (PART 1 OF 5)

requested : yep
prompt: n/a
pairing : connor murphy x reader
warnings : suicide plan mention
additional notes : reader is female, based off of a Connor X Internet friend reader headcanon by @watch-the-whole-world-disappear, they meet on tumblr, connor runs an Edgy™ Aesthetic Blog, WHICH I RUN BTW, NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING ON IT YET BUT YEAH FOLLOW ME AT @connor-fvckng-mvrphy lmao it’s a Connor roleplay blog

Bored. Bored. Bored.

Bored is such a boring word. In this moment, you’ve never heard a word that describes you so much.

You scroll listlessly through your tumblr, liking random images and quotes from this one aesthetic blog that you follow. Your eyes wander, not that you’re finding anything interesting, until you come across an interesting poem.   


I have to get this
off my chest before
I straighten every crooked object
offensive clutter distraction
nervous as fuck
I’ll pull out every hair
or tear my fingers off
If I don’t figure out how to look
in your eyes
without screaming

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t remember anything before you
I can’t imagine anything without you
I want to live the rest of my life with you

But only if you think I’m cool
We should just kill ourselves

‘Interesting,‘ You think, 'Edgy, but very interesting.’

This guy (girl? other?) seems interesting. Relatable. You click on their name, intrigued.

At one click, you fall in love with the account. You follow on first sight.

According to his bio, his name is Connor and he’s seventeen. His posts consist of black-and-white photos of chipped nail-polish, of pale wrists with even paler scars zigzagged across the stick-thin appendage. Quotes by Poe, little poems like the first one you read. 

He’s tortured, you know. But you can’t bring yourself to message him, like the little stalker you are.

Hours of pouring over his account turn into days, days into weeks, until finally you have been an avid fan of his for a month. 

And then it all comes crashing down.

One day, you refresh your page, bored, and there’s a new post from him. Literally must have been posted not even a minute ago. 


this is not going to be a great week
or year or life
or anything inbetween
i thought for a millisecond
that i had found a friend
a kindred spirit
but you fucking tore it up

fuck you, E.H.
your friend too
go ahead and laugh
laugh all you want
but will you be laughing when the school shooter is dead?


You’re worried.

This poem…was not like the others.

This was angry. This was raw. This was…this was real.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flick down to the tags.

#suicide plan #goodbye

Shit. Your eyes widen and you click on your inbox, typing in a message frantically

hi I know you don’t know me but I just saw the tags on your newest poem and im freaking out
please please don’t kill yourself
I’m sorry it’s just your poems are really relatable and help me a lot and i feel like I’ve gotten to know you through them and oh my god you probably think I’m so creepy I’m so sorry

You wait, terrified, for a response.

One minute.

Two minutes.




There is no answer, and you bury your head in your pillow and try not to cry. You can’t help it, your shoulders shake with wracking sobs. You probably failed at saving this guy, you failed so bad. You suck, oh god, you suck.

After another five minutes of sobbing, you hear a loud ding from your phone, and you blearily stare at the screen through unshed tears.

im flattered
I didn’t realise that somebody actually read my poems or my tags or cared or…

You gasp in relief, fingers tap-tap-tapping out a reply. 

OH thank god I thought that you had…
Are you okay??
thats a stupid question omg I'm sorry

im fine
actually…i feel much better.
thanks for, you know.

I’m [y/n] btw


i know
thats creepy oh my god;sorry

it’s fine ig I mean it is in my bio so??? its chill


so this might sound weird but ????
you’re…pretty cool.
i just looked over your account and wanted to know
well you know
want to talk more???

wow im??? Really???

yeah i mean you helped me there,,,like a lot,,,

id love to !!!!

You talked almost every day. When you got down to it…he was a sweetheart. He was kind. He got you.

do you think, like…
well ever get to meet each other??
imean you’re a really great friend now and???
id like to meet you.

i wish
but we live like eight hours away from each other…

ill drive to you!

calm down, connor…lmao
we don’t want you burning out on the way

:( I don’t even know what you look like…

i don’t know what you look like either! XD

shit well
if I send you a picture of me
will you do the same?

sure ig

me.jpg my sister took the photo so,,,


id prefer handsome but I’ll take it
your turn, missy.

hnnghhh okay


holy shit



no no no I am definitely not wtf you need your eyes checked?

no way you’re fucking adorable
i think /I’m/ in love you cute lil motherfucker

we should swap phone numbers

and skype??

fuck yeah

oKay !!! im [skype/name] and my number is [number]

my Skype is the same as my tumblr and my phone number is XXXX XXXXXX

saved and I just texted you too :)

'hi Connor!!!!’ with a bunch of happy emojis?
dude you’re just,,,
thats really fucking cute

wh y???? do you keep calling me cute I’m???

because, as it turns out, i have a really cute best friend

best friend??
awww connor!!!

yeah yeah
you’re literally all I have, [y/n]

you’re my best friend too!!
i really wish i could meet you…

me too…hold on a sec

connor??? you okay???

my sister just walked in and was being a dick, being nosy about who I’m talking to and not believing that it was a friend. She thinks I’m talking to my dealer.
i fucking hate her sometimes

do you?

but she thinks I do. It’s easier to let her.

*internet hug*

Fuck…that’s cute.

 As time went on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Connor. His photos could always make you smile, and nothing brightened up a shitty day more than clicking on his Skype name and watching him answer a video call, smiling dopily at the camera.

And also as time went on…you slowly began to realise why.

You were in love with him. 

Fuck, you were in love with a guy eight hours away. A guy that you had never met in real life. What do you do?

…You continue pining for him over a distance, of course.

You watch yourself in the screen, waiting for Connor to pick up the Skype call. Soon enough, he does, and his grinning face fills the screen.

“Hey, [y/n].” He greets sleepily - it’s like, midnight over there - and rests his chin on his hands.

“Heya.” You wave at the camera, grinning sheepishly and a little shyly. The thrill of actually seeing him rather than just a message still gets you.

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Yep! Any special girl that you had in mind?” You ask, a hopeful smile plastered on your face.

“No, well…actually…” He furrows his brow, and your heart drops.

“Is she pretty?” You ask, concealing your jealousy. You could be there for him.

“She’s cute. Like, really fucking cute.” Connor says, watching you carefully.

Truth be told, Connor felt the same way. He was absolutely crazy about you, but he didn’t want to ruin this adorably heartwarming friendship you had.

To wake up and have no more *internet hug* messages or cute little reminders…it’d ruin his life. You were absolutely the only thing keeping him going.

You talked for ages, until it was about 2:30 on his end. Before long, he was getting tired. 

“I should go soon.” He says drowsily. 

“Mmmm.” You don’t want him to go. “Night, Con.”

“G'night.” He yawns. “Love you.”

You freeze. He freezes and hurriedly leaves the video chat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Connor slams his head on his desk, pissed off. “I fucked up. I fucked up.” He mumbles.

A small chime comes from his computer and he bites his lip, glancing reluctantly at the screen.

i love you too!!!!

Fake Chats #177
  • Taehyung: alright, I'm gonna tell you straight up. I don't like you. You're always rolling up your sleeves and scaring me. You have no considerations for anyone else's skill level. You always have to win and it's very annoying. Your smirk is the worst and I want to kick your butt.
  • Jungkook: okay.
  • Taehyung: I'm not done! You aren't good at everything. You aren't good at teaching without being smug, for example. Just because we put up with it doesn't mean we like it. You abuse your powers and you shouldn't be so free with your insults.
  • Jungkook: okay.
  • Taehyung: you look really good in black, no wait, hang on-
  • Jungkook: running out of things to say?
  • Taehyung: you're smarmy and talk back all the time and that's pretty annoying.
  • Jungkook: okay.
  • Taehyung: so, are you going to change?
  • Jungkook: no.
  • Taehyung: even though I said you look really good in black?
  • Jungkook: even though. Thanks, by the way.
  • Taehyung: you're welcome. You're really not going to change?
  • Jungkook: did you think I would?
  • Taehyung: no, I just wanted to vent.
  • Jungkook: do you feel better now?
  • Taehyung: cuddles?
  • Jungkook: don't trap my arms, I'm playing a game.
  • Taehyung: you really are annoying, though.
  • Jungkook: comfy enough? Yeah, I know.
  • Taehyung: I'm good. I don't like you.
  • Jungkook: I know.
  • Taehyung: Kookie?
  • Jungkook: love you too, hyung.

Oh look, a soma drawing that’s transparent, wooooo-

No but seriously this took me like two hours and editing the speedpaint took another hour so I’ve spent like three hours on this and-

I’m dead. But it was worth it.

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ByOBjzGQDo&feature=youtu.be

anonymous asked:

hey could i please get some headcannons where it's a modern au and stenbrough meet on instagram?? tysm i love your writing !!

okay anon are you tryna make me cry??? i love you thank you so much!!! 
(fun fact a girl i know met her husband on instagram so i kind of took some inspiration from that)

- Stan hates all forms of social media so it’s Richie who makes him an account, with the username stan-the-man obvs

- He’s mad at first but when Mike shows him how to use filters and makes his bird photographs look really pretty he starts to use it religiously

- His account is peak aesthetic

- Bill’s insta is full of pictures of his family (and silver who lets not be kidded is family too)

- He’s more of a liker than a sharer, he can scroll for hours through posts but only posts himself every few weeks at the most

- He finds Stan’s account because he see’s Bev has liked one of his posts (it’s a gorgeous shot of a blue jay mid-flight)

- He is instantly smitten when he see’s the boys bright brown eyes and neat curls and follows immediately

- Stan is equally as smitten with Bill because he always has cute captions on his posts

- Bill’s been pining for weeks so Bev takes matters into her own hands and sends the first message

“do you have a red belly? cause you're Robin my heart”

- Bill dies with embarrassment, Bev can’t stop laughing

- Bill’s in the middle of typing an apology - “that was my dumb friend please pretend this never happened” when he gets an equally embarrassing pick up line back

- (Richie told Stan what to write)

- They chat all night about their favourite hobbies, movies, food, music and love how much they have in common

- Bill is convinced Stan’s a catfish (no one in Derry is this perfect) until Stan puts up a story of him and Richie singing (it was love will tear us apart by joy division)

- Bill’s never heard a sound like it before and thinks he’ll explode if he doesn’t hear it irl

- He asks Stan on a date the next day

- Stan is super nervous but Richie keeps texting him dumb jokes to keep him relaxed (he says they’re not helping but they are)

- Bev tells Bill she is fully prepared to kick ass if things don’t go well

- They meet at the park and both can’t believe how beautiful the other is

- Bill can’t stop apologising for his stutter but Stan insists it gives him character and wouldn’t change anything about him

- Bill wants to kiss him there and then

- The go to a cute diner and spend the evening telling each other the things they felt they couldn’t online

- The walk back to their cars hand in hand

- Stan kisses Bill goodnight and they promise to go out again

- From then on their accounts are filled with cute candid’s of each other and selfies together

(i hope this is okay, I kinda got carried away!!!! Feel free to add more!!!)


Its just-I mean…..alec just keeps looking….and looking, and looking…..and looking some more, so much that he has to tilt his head in the second to last gif - while he shuts the door, just so he doesn’t lose sight of magnus’ pretty, pretty face. Crying out loud, he only stops looking because magnus turns to look at him and he looks away. Subtle, no? And lets not even mention the very, very quick down and up his eyes took in the first gif…let’s not….or do, really, I don’t think I can not mention it, okay? 

And I’m babbling, awesome.

You stood looking at yourself in the mirror in just your underwear, critiquing your every visible aspect. Your hair could be straighter, your eyes could be brighter, your muscles could be more toned, you could sure as hell be more positive about yourself. Your internal appraisal continued on, when a light cough came from behind you. Hunters instinct kicked in, you reached for your glock.

“Woah there Tomb raider, relax it’s just me” Sam smirked playfully.

“Damn it Sam, how about some warning next time?” you hastily covered yourself up with a bath robe, not letting him see more of you than he needed to.

“Sorry, I was wandering past your room and it sounded like you were saying something, colour me curious”

Shit! He’d heard you. You couldn’t think what to say. He must think you were insane!

To your surprise, he grabbed your hand, pulled you back over to the mirror and positioned himself right behind you. With his massive arms, gently wrapped around your middle, he made you look in the mirror at yourself

“So what were you saying about all this?” whispering gently into your ear and gazing at your cloth-clad body

Sam knew how make you melt like butter in his very capable hands.

“I… don’t like me” barely above a breath. He looked hurt?

“What? Really? I think you’re pretty great Y/N”

You’d heard that before, it never really reasonated with you. He could tell by your lack of response that you didn’t believe him

“Okay, lets start at the top” you cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror

“Your hair is gorgeous, its got an amazing colour to it and a mind of it’s own. Just like someone else I know” His chin plopped delicately atop your head

“Your mind is amazing, you make connections Dean and I never see, you always seem to make me laugh and if you’re down, you’re never down for long” Green, intense eyes never left yours

“Your cheeks go that lovely shade of pink whenever your embarrassed, like right now for example”  you smiled a little and looked away.

One of his arms snaked out from around your waist and came up to your shoulder covering your chest, pulling you into him

“Your eyes are such an amazing Y/E/C that I get lost in them all the time” he took that opportunity to pull down the shoulder of your dressing gown, planting a kiss into your shoulder

“May I?” he asked politely before undressing you back down to just your underwear

You just nodded and helped him take off your robe;

“Damn” he approved in a breathy tone observing your bare form in the mirror, you giggled slightly at his bewonderment.

“I can’t see anything wrong, yeah your arms not be as firm as you’d like, but you fight off monsters like a pro, so it doesn’t even matter.”

Sam’s hand slithered down to lie on your stomach; you tensed your muscles

“So what if you haven’t exactly got a six pack, do you know how much harder it is for women to get six packs than men? Plus, it’s much healthier to not be paper thin”

His arm rejoined its partner around your waist and he continued his own critique, his head lying gently into the crook of your neck

“Are you worried that your thighs are too big?”

You nodded limply

“You need strong thighs to support you, plus you’d have to be pretty strong to stand me all the time”

You couldn’t help but groan at his bad joke resulting in a throaty chuckle from him

“And your feet… well I can still sweep you off them pretty easy” and he did. He swept you clean off the floor, collapsing on to the bed with you pinned underneath him.

“I worry I’m just…not enough, y'know. I mean, look at you, you’re a legend. I’m just” you looked down toward your less than perfect body “this”

“Hey! I love ‘this’! Also, I’m not getting up until you accept that you’re beautiful. I’m just going to compliment you until you accept it” his smile beaming

You tried to protest, but his soft lips cut you off. After far too many compliments and tender kisses, you finally shoved him off

“Fine, I guess I’m not terrible” the tiniest smirk appeared on your faced, soon to be mirrored by Sam’s own

“See! I love you for you, not one specific thing, I’m in this for the whole package”

Blood rushed back into your cheeks in delight at your favourite man’s caring words

“Yeah, I love you too Sam” 

Fic request from the lovely @waywardassbutt1 (who’s blog is definitely worth a look ;) ) 
Hope you enjoy! <3 

raggel-muffin  asked:

Heyo, you seem like a pree cool cat, and I just wanna know how you deal with like... idk shoulder dysphoria, like I'm amab, and lemme tell ya' what I got a whole 24 inches of shoulders and it's very annoying sometimes, because I am just physically incapable of making myself smaller aside from shrugging all day. Which ain't too good for my back. Generally more comfortable with my bod now, though it's still a problem on occasion.

I really mostly have bottom dysphoria, but my dysphoria also concerns my chest and my body hair– I’m pretty okay with my shoulders (except for maybe when I wear a strapless dress). There’s nothing wrong with your shoulders. Afab people come in all shapes and sizes as well, so your shoulder width isn’t the ultimate determinant in how manly you may or may not look. Be proud. Same goes for trans and gender nonconforming afab people who feel like they look too feminine– amab people come in all shapes and sizes, so you don’t worry too much about feeling like you look like a girl. You’re handsome, and you are valid.