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The Wax Sculptor

He sculpted beautiful beings out of wax. They were all of the same woman, with each figure in a different outfit and stance. She had brown long hair, pale skin, and a longing look in her green wax eyes. On the man’s desk was a bust of the woman. If it was attached to a body made with the same craftsmanship, one would think that they were looking at a real person. Pink lips, a light dusting of freckles on the bridge of the nose, and crow’s feet on the outer corner of the eyes would make anyone believe that the man had beheaded a woman. The look in her eyes was different than those surrounding her, though. The sad yearning stare was replaced with a loving twinkle etched into the green, as if she was gazing at her true love. She was positioned so that she stared at the sculptor as he worked. On a copper plate below the bust, it read “My Guardian Angel.”

Watching a super hero movie directed by a woman is like putting glasses on for the first time.

I didn’t realize how much I had to squint through the “male gaze” till suddenly, miraculously, I didn’t have to.

There were absolutely NO eye candy shots of Diana. There were Amazons with ageing skin and crows feet and not ONE of them wore armor that was a glorified corset. When Diana did the superhero landing, her thigh jiggled onscreen.

Did you hear me? HER FUCKING THIGH JIGGLED. Wonder Woman’s thigh jiggled on a 20-foot tall screen in front of everyone.

Because she wasn’t there to make men drool. She wasn’t there to be sexy and alluring and flirt her way to victory, and that means she has big, muscular thighs, and when they absorb the impact of a superhero landing, they jiggle, and.that’s.WONDERFUL.

Thank you, Patty Jenkins, for giving me a movie about a woman, told by a woman,so I can see it through my eyes, not some dude bro who’s there for boobs and butts.

  • Nick: I saw when you did Carpool Karaoke with Harry when you swapped clothes. And you're right, he REALLY pulls stuff of.
  • James: There's nothing that man can't wear. It's so annoying.
  • Nick: When he wins like style awards, fashion awards, and they're all like 'He just looks incredible!' and essentially what he's wearing is a T-shirt and jeans. What they're awarding is his bone structure.
  • James: Yeah. It's just that inner thing which is unquantifiable. Ironically, the very thing he has is the X factor.
  • Nick: I hope he gets jowls. And crows feet.
  • James: Noooo, cause if he gets crows feet he'd pull them off like Jagger, you know what I mean?

The power and importance of Wonder Woman is subtle too. I’m not saying this was the most important aspect of the movie, but I remember seeing so many older, middle aged women like Robin Wright on screen together looking beautiful and fierce. I remember seeing crow’s feet and getting excited about one day having them. I remember thinking they were beautiful and distinguishing. Like wow, this is what boys must feel like all the time. That aging is okay because you still get to be a “silver fox” etc., We got a taste of that ‘ability to age’ in this movie.

anonymous asked:

hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!

There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity. 

It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.

He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring. 

It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.

But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world. 

It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.

He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.

He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said. 

He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too. 

He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.

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  • neils got blisters so many blisters along the heels and balls of his feet and he usually has one or two toes bandaged bc they were bleeding from how much he runs and practices 
  • hes got dry ankles and banged up and bruised and cut knees almost all season 
  • he has that light ginger almost blond body hair covering his arms and legs and body thats so light that in the right light it looks like hes completely shaven 
  • his calves and thighs are probably the thinnest but most defined of the whole team even allison cant compete with the definition of neils upper thighs bc of how much and how fast this kid can run 
  • hes got freckles along his legs and up his back they arent in any sort of pattern theres probably not even that many theyre just spread randomly on him 
  • hes got this birthmark that looks like a bruise on his right outer thigh that he pokes and prods waiting for it to heal but never realizes that its permanent he just thinks he keeps bruising that particular place over and over again 
  • neils got a rather defined stomach as well perhaps not as much as say kevin or matt or even dan but he has a v clear 4 pack that could be a 6 pack if kevin had his way with neils diet 
  • hes got scars 
  • old and new that have just become a part of him as much as every freckle 
  • theres a gunshot wound from when he was 14 on his lower left flank other scars from where gunshots scraped past him 
  • other times when shrapnel pierced his skin
  • and multiple knife wounds, stabbings and deep cuts, each once had a story that not even andrew knew yet 
  • some had stories that neil would rather not remember himself 
  • he doesnt have a v broad chest but its still p defined as well 
  • hairless which hes not sure how he feels about esp when andrews not 
  • his arms are nice but more lean and less defined and muscular for the sake of muscles 
  • he has long arms that were a problem when he was younger and they got in the way while he was growing they still look a little out of place considering hes not v tall still but he has arms that rival nickys in length
  • he has a scar right by his collar bone where hed been stabbed and another along his neck that you couldnt see unless neil was looking directly up in good lighting 
  • from when he had had a man start to slice his throat when his mother hadnt dropped her gun fast enough even when her sons life had been on the line and deeper still even after she had dropped it 
  • he has small ears 
  • rather ears that dont stand out too much esp when he lets his curls grow out, he eventually gets quite a few piercings along his left ear leaving the other alone 
  • he has a very chiseled face his jawline very defined his cheekbones hidden behind a couple of bad scars 
  • his eyelashes and eyebrows a shade or two darker than the hair on his head and his eyes the color of an iceberg framed by long lashes and and crows feet that he gets from his mom 
  • Andrew has small feet…not necessarily small, but smaller than Neil’s 
  • He’s got light brown/dirty blond body hair and this boy is hai ry 
  • hairy lil baby 
  • i digress 
  • hes got calves that should scare you, not necessarily v huge and strong like Neil’s, but so ridiculously defined even the football players are jealous 
  • his knees are soft but still scratched up and scarred just like the rest of the foxes 
  • his thighs are a little chubby bc that sugars gotta go somewhere
  • that somewhere being his chubby thighs and chubby butt and slightly squishy abs that shouldnt be abs but ARE bc my son exercises 
  • this boiiii
  • i love him so much idk what to do with myself 
  •  anyway 
  • hes hairy like i mentioned so i mean im not, no, no im totally saying happy trail
  • also can we talk about these idiots and the v defined V’s they both sport 
  • like 
  • stop it you two 
  • but also never stop i support and love - i digress 
  • where tf was i 
  • oh
  • the..scars 
  • Andrew’s got scars along the tops and sides of his thighs, those were all him 
  • he’s got barbed wire scars from a stint gone right and only those scars to prove it, all along his right hip and onto his stomach and the top side of his right thigh 
  • he’s got freckles, a lot of them, along the small of his back, along the back of his thighs, and down his spine, some bunched up at the back of his neck
  • hes got small hands, but pianist fingers, long and thin and knobby 
  • he’s got scars on scars on scars on his knuckles from various fights with people and the couple times he smashed a mirror with his fists
  • he wears his armbands at all times, im just…wait. a hijab. I wear a hijab at all times except when I’m home and/or around people I can take it off with, and that has nothing to do with this, but really…parallels well with the armbands 
  • wow i derailed im sorry 
  • anyway his armbands hide the worst scars
  • the ones around both his wrists, the ones that have since scabbed over but still sometimes itch that he tries his best to ignore 
  • hes got sharp, banged up elbows and 
  • broad shoulders and chest to match 
  • he probably does one handed push ups to one up Kevin bc he knows how much it pisses him off
  • he’s got a long neck, and a sharp collarbone that Neil adores
  • a necklace of hickies as proof 
  • his hair usually stay up and out of his face most of the time, but sometimes if he brushes it down it covers his eyes and he does that head jerk thing short haired people do to get it out of the way and he has soft hair and Neil loves pulling on it and running his fingers through it 
  • anyway this got way too longjust take it

anonymous asked:

How old is Erwin?

Old enough to be sporting crows feet :)

Erwin’s age is unknown but most people seems to head canon him as being mid-to-late 30′s. The only hint we have is that canonically he’s younger than Mike. That isn’t much help since Mike’s age is also unknown. 

anonymous asked:

how would one tell the difference between a crow and a raven?

You might be surprised to learn there are a lot of different species of raven and crow! The taxonomic difference between a raven and a crow (that is, whether a species gets named of or the other) is size and lifespan rather than genetic grouping. When comparing the species most of us are most familiar with  – the American crow (C. brachyrhyncos) and common raven (C. corax), which will be the two I’m focusing on here – you can’t exactly tell the bird’s age most of the time, so if you have other animals or objects to compare the bird to, size is often the first clue. 

The common raven is is massive for a passerine. It’s the size of a red-tailed a hawk, with a wingspan over four feet. Crows, on the other hand, are typically about the size of an African grey parrot. Compare someone holding a crow vs someone holding a raven:

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And lemme tell ya, it’s one thing to READ about how big they are, but it’s another to SEE it.

If you see a corvid in flight and can’t get a bead on its proportions, the shape of the tail and flight feathers is another good identifier. A crow’s tail is triangular or fan-shaped, while a raven’s is wedge-shaped (ie the middle tail feathers are longest). Both have well-defined primaries, but a raven’s are much deeper and tend to spread wider. Ravens tend to soar a lot, too; crows are consistent flappers. 

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Finally, if you can get a good look at the head, the differences are pretty obvious. A raven has a beak that hooks at the end and is as long as its head (or in the case of a Chihuahuan raven, longer than!) while a crow’s beak is straighter, shorter, and lighter-looking in general. Both have nasal bristles, but the shape these bristles form is different due to beak size (a raven’s often looks squared off). Crows are kinda shiny and a bit fluffy; ravens are iridescent and have a very distinctive “beard” of shaggy feathers at their throats which bristles up like hackles when they call.

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Finally, their voices are a bit different – a crow’s flat, high caw vs a raven’s deep, resonating kronk – but both species have a very wide range of natural vocalisations and are accomplished mimics. [This video] has some great examples of the caw vs kronk sounds.

Hope that helps! o/

oldmanyellsatcloud replied to your photoset: Trying to figure out how to differentiate Jack’s…

Have you ever done a ‘what makes young jacks skin/face age into old jacks’ study? Besides the hair and scars and few wrinkles, very little art done of him seems to suggest just HOW he ages. Supersoldier serum or no! IDK if working ‘backwards’ from that’d help figure out what is unique about 'young’ jack.

It’s hard to get very in-depth with it because the only unmasked 76′s are either obscured by paint, facial hair, or are sfm mods, so there’s not a lot of clear material to compare, but mostly it seems like they gave him paler skin, extra crow’s feet, and a receding hairline. Otherwise, his face is pretty young looking, all things considered. I feel like 76 looks slightly gaunter, too, but that may be my imagination.

rifrafi98  asked:

I absolutely adore the way you draw Coran's eyes. Like I honestly cannot get enough.

me too dude

never get tired of em

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The Masters Student

He came from the UK originally, his distinctive accent pinning him to Wales, to be specific. This made him attractive to the Fair Folk. They said he sounded of the motherland, of home.

Having studied veterinary science at university in the UK he came over to the States to study his Master’s course in herpetology - snakes and lizards were his forte, which is helpful as the Gentry don’t often use them as envoys or forms to take.

Even he isn’t quite sure how he got the Elsewhere University, he doesn’t remember applying or accepting. Whenever asked where he DID apply to, his eyes glaze over and he mumbles an incoherent response. Nonetheless, he follows all the rituals - iron, salt, rowan. Leaving out bailey’s when the occasion calls for it. He is attractive to the Gentry, but tries to ignore them as best he can. This changed, however, when one of the Crows was injured in a storm. 

Instinct taking over, the Master’s Student approached the fallen Crow as the storm raged about. Leaving the path (a dangerous and ill-advised task at the best of times) to go to their side. As he approached, his hands reaching towards the fallen bird to put its limb back into place, the bird panicked. Realising, as the bitter storm whipped around the student and the crow, he threw off the iron rings he wore as protection, and the Lords and Ladies descended.

Amongst the rain and wind, combining with the whispering of the Fair Folk; whispers of home and familiarity mixing with the cries of the crow and the student, who is now screaming. Screaming incoherently, in English, then Welsh, then some esoteric tongue known only to the Gentry. Reaching towards the crow, desperate, allowing his lessons from years ago to come back to him, he touched the wing.

There was a snapping sound, and a second of silence.

The next sound was a flurry of feathers, as a murder began. The crow on the ground croaked once, and the others descended. Wing and beak struck out against the fair flesh of the Gentry, driving them backwards, and driving a wedge in the relationship between the Crows and the Lords and Ladies. The Fair Folk retreated from the student, muttering curses after the birds, some of which were potent enough to kill the birds dead. The student stopped screaming and crying, and shakily put one of his rings back on.

Just like that the Gentry vanished, retreating back into the rain and wind, with a warning and a promise (or was it a threat?). The Crow with the injured wing squawked its thanks, and gave a solemn vow. This student is protected, they said. Try anything with this one and we will fight anew.

The student is now rarely seen without a crow within five feet. Oftentimes he sits on the walls and talks to them, collecting rumours and gossip, discussing advancements in his field. His experience didn’t leave him untouched, however - english was wiped from his mind, so all conversation is now in welsh, but otherwise he got lucky. Very lucky indeed.


So I have this personal headcanon that a few months into her pregnancy, Sakura begins to notice crows. It’s not super often, especially at the beginning, but often enough to catch her attention. When she starts to get fatigued and asks Sasuke to stop for a short break in a small clearing or by a river or in a little café or on a bench in the town they’re passing through, there seems to always be a crow up in the branches above or on a telephone wire across the road. Sakura will chalk it up to her imagination when she thinks that it’s watching her. However, the more pregnant she gets, the more frequent these sightings seem to occur. Then, on the night before her water breaks, she has a strange dream about Itachi. Sasuke has told her Itachi’s story at this point, so the dream is serene. He’s at a distance from her, though watching her with quiet intensity. The smallest of smiles graces his face and he looks genuinely at peace, and if she squints hard enough there may be tears pooling in his dark eyes. He whispers something, and she has difficulty hearing him. She starts to move closer, asking him to repeat himself, but still he is too quiet. She desperately tries to get closer in order to hear him, but he disappears suddenly in a burst of crows. At that, she awakes abruptly in the early hours of the morning. She finds a crow only a few feet away, watching her intently. For some reason, two words ring through her mind in a voice that is not her own.

‘Thank you.’

It is then that she finds her water has broken, but she feels no panic in those first few moments. She is oddly at peace.


Concept artwork for Frankies mom: Viveka Stein by Lucy Reynolds

Happy Mothers Day! to celebrate Monster Haus will be featuring Mostly Monster Moms! (with a few EAH & Barbie moms thrown in!)

A personal note to fan artists: This is unfinished concept art of The Steins therefore technically not cannon so in the future when drawing Viveka if we could do our best not to make her look like Frankies twin and actually have her look like an adult I would personally appreciate that, Don’t be afraid to throw some crows feet or laugh lines on her- maybe move her scar so that it’s not in the exact same location as Frankies. Please and Thank You!

April 1st (Fred Weasley x Reader smut)

Request: Hello, can I make a request I’m sorry if they are closed but could it be Fred x reader smut where everyone is celebrating the twins birthday and after the party reader has a surprise for him because he says he feels ‘old’ please and thank you Have a nice day goodbye.

I’m a freakin slacker. It’s definitely not April 1st. Just pretended bc I think I’ve gotten a bit better at smut. But, keep in mind I’m still learning, it’s not the best but it was still fun bc I love Fred.

It was April 1st 2017, the Weasleys were gathered around the small dining room table in The Burrow.

Molly was holding two glorious chocolate cakes that she then set gently in front of her twin sons, who looked greedily at each other then at their beautiful cakes.

They were iced thickly with thirty nine candles and due to limited space, some softly floated above the rest.

You were sitting next to your husband, Fred, admiring his longing face.

You adored the way he still bit his lip like a teenager, awaiting the delicious chocolate cake.

Fred looked young for his age, so did his brother. He was starting to get flecks of grey in his flaming hair and had a couple laugh lines, but the childlike gleam in his eyes made him look as if he were 20.

The families sang and after cake they all sat in the sitting room, passing presents to the twins.

“Ron! This is from MY store” George groaned as he opened a box of sniveling snack boxes.

You laughed as you saw a chucking Ron earn a slap on the shoulder from Hermione.

Fred was opening a gift from his mother.

“Oh… Mum, you’re so thoughtful” He said flatly as he held up a pair of socks.

“All of yours have holes in them!” She stated, she leaned close to him and you barely caught what she said.

“They’re enchanted to make the wearer do an Irish jig” Mrs. Weasley giggled softly.

Fred suddenly stood and hugged her tightly.

George was ripping open another present. His face suddenly went white as he read the note inside, yours was identical when you realized he accidentally opened your gift to Fred.

His eyes flicked over to you, wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“That’s not for you” you whispered quietly through gritted teeth.

“Thank Merlin” He sighed, though still looking disgusted at what he’d just read. “Angelina’d kill us both”

Thankfully everyone was too distracted by the present from Bill and Fleur Fred was opening to notice your little scuffle.

“Oi, Freddie, this ones yours” George said, looking glad to get the note as far away from him as possible, and tossed it to Fred after he was done thanking Bill and Fleur for the new assortment of colorful handkerchiefs.

Fred, seeing it was from you, smiled and opened the letter.

His eyes widened much like his brother but his face became almost as red as his hair.

'I have on that lacey black thing you like, Happy Birthday, Love’

Fred gulped deeply, and quickly crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. You knew he secretly loved it when you would turn him on in public.

He locked eyes with you, a familiar mischievous grin sliding across his face.

“There’s more.” You said, giggling.

Fred looked back down at the gift and pulled apart the tissue paper. His jaw dropped, he grabbed and brought the tickets closer to his eyes to inspect them.

“Vat are those?” Asked Fleur, curiously.

“Tickets to America” Fred said breathlessly.

“You get to go on a muggle plane!?” Exclaimed Arthur, his voice full of longing.

You and Fred did okay for yourselves but we’re never able to afford trips. You’d been saving since last year to buy them.

“(Y/N)” Fred said looking up over at you, eyes full of disbelief.

“Well, now I wish I’d kept it” grumbled George.

Fred stood and walked over to you, engulfing you in a tight, loving hug.

“I love you” he murmured over and over in your hair.

“I love you too” you said back when he pulled away, arms still around your waist.

“Where In America?” Asked Hermione.

“New York City!” Your replied, excitedly.
“I’ve never been there but I’ve heard it’s amazing”

“Is it a big city?” asked Arthur, sitting, obviously very curious.

“Very, its full of sky scrapers, lights and people”

“Confounding” he murmured to himself.

“You sure at his age, Fred’ll able to handle that?” Ron chuckled, lightly pushing his older brother.

Seeing the sharp look from Fred, Hermione whispered a threatening “Ron” through gritted teeth.

Not getting the clue as usual, Ron continued.

“I really should have gotten you some hair dye for that grey, but I guess it happens when you get old-OW!” He shouted as Hermione jabbed her elbow into his ribs.

“Well, as much as I’m thankful for you all being here I’m going to have to retire to my flat” said Fred, standing.

You could tell he was upset by the way his face twisted, trying not to show his feelings.

“C'mon Freddie, its only 10” Ron said grabbing his brothers shoulder.

“I guess my age is getting to me” Fred snapped, shrugging off his hand.

“Love you all, thanks for coming” and he aparated to your flat.

The room was quiet for a moment.

“Guess that’s my cue” You said with a chuckle, trying to clear a bit of the tension.

You kissed Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur’s cheeks and hugged Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Bill.

“Goodnight, thanks for coming”

“Bye, (Y/N)”

Everyone waved as you aparated away.

You felt the pressure from aparatting fade as you appeared in your flat.

“Fred?” You spoke softly.

“(Y/N), You-you don’t have to worry about it, I’m fine.” Fred stuttered.

You saw him sitting in his large chair in the sitting room.

“You know he didn’t mean anything by it” You said as you walked over to him and took at seat comfortably across his lap, your legs over the arm of the chair.

Fred let his head rest on your chest, feeling the soft expansion and depression of your lungs and and the rhythmic beating of your heart.

“It’s true” he stated bluntly.

He heard your breath catch, you guided his chin to look up at you.

“Fred, it’s not true.” You said just as blunt back.

You looked deep into each other’s eyes for a moment then you lightly pressed your lips to his round, freckled nose.

He shuddered at the sensation.

“If anything I love your more with a bit of gray, it’s sexy” You whispered as you kissed his temple

“Oh yeah?” He asked chucking “You think an old man is sexy?”

“Love, I’m the same age as you, do you think I’m old?” You asked as you kissed his cheekbone.

“Of course not!” He said defensively.

He paused and looked at you.

“I’m kinda starting to see your point”

You laughed and and finally kissed his lips deeply.

He moaned softly, bringing his hand up and brushing your hair behind your ear and then rested it on your cheek.

You then moved your legs to straddle his lap.

He brought his hands down and rested them on you bum.

You deepened the kiss by dramatically turning your head, brushing your nose gently across his cheek.

You both parted for air.

You looked in his bright eyes, running your fingers though his hair.

“I guess if you’re such and old man, you won’t be able to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

His eyes darkened, the same boyish smirk you knew since Hogwarts appeared across his face.

He stood, still holding your bum and carried you over and sat you on the counter, then immediately dipped his head down to collide his lips with yours.

Your fingers were knotted in his locks and his fingers glided under your shirt softly caressing your hips.

You felt his erection growing in his kakis on your thigh.

You brought a hand down and rubbed him through his pants, his mouth causing his breath to hitch.

He pulled from your lips and kissed down your neck, stopping to suck and nibble on your skin.

“Fuck, Fred” You moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

He pulled away causing you to let out a cry, he grabbed both your cheeks with his large hands and looked in your eyes.

“I love you” he whispered, looking desperately at you, as if he were afraid you didn’t feel the same.

You replicated his movements and brought your smaller hands to his cheeks.

“I love you” You repeated.

Fred was satisfied with this and a huge smile grew on his face, his crows feet crinkling as he looked at you.

“Are you going to do something?” You asked raising your eyebrows, your cheeks starting to turn pink at the way he was staring at you.

He let out and chuckle.

“I just still can believe you’re mine”

Before you could answer he kissed you passionately, only parting for a a second for to pull your shirt over your head.

You worked at his magenta, paisley button up shirt that clashed magnificently with his red hair.

He pushed his tongue in your mouth as you slipped his shirt off his shoulders.

He explored fervently as he pulled your jeans down, revealing the tight, black, lacey panties that drove him wild.

He moaned at the sight and before you could, quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants.

He ran his fingers across your stomach as he pulled away, kissing down you chest then removing your bra, eagerly.

He sucked on your nipples, twirling his tongue causing you to let out a strangled moan.

You reached your hands down and pulled his rock hard erection from his boxers and started to stoke it up and down, feeling the pre cum dribble down your hand.

He groaned and pulled away, tilting his head back.

He slipped two fingers into your panties and felt your warm, wet heat.

“So wet for me” he moaned softly in your ear “Always so wet for me”

He entered his fingers, stretching you out quickly.

You stroked his cock faster causing him to bite his lip.

He pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your swollen clit, spreading your juices. You writhed, bucking your hips against his fingers.

Then without warning he pulled your panties aside, still wanting to feel them when he fucked you.

You gasped at the cold air hitting you warm core.

You let go of his penis and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Please, Fred” You begged and he rubbed his tip up and down your folds.

He entered, barely filling you, then pulled out, causing you to whine.

He loved to make you beg.

“How much to your want my cock?” He asked, his voice rough in your ear.

“I’ll do anything” you begged, trying to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Anything? I guess I can’t refuse that.” He stated and shoved into you deeply.

You both groaned loudly, the feeling of this throbbing erection buried deep inside you was like no other.

He gave you open mouth kisses on your neck as he started to thrust in and out slowly.

The pace was agonizing

“H-harder” you stuttered the command, and Fred followed orders immediately.

His pace went faster, and faster.

The sounds of skin slapping and moans of both yours and Fred’s filled the air.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing and you knew you were close. By the look on Fred’s face, he was too.

Then he hit the special place in you that gave you insane pleasure.

You screamed his name as he hit it over and over.

“I’m close, love” he said with staggering breath, his face was heavenly.

“Me too” You squealed.

You clenched around him tightly, you could feel his cock twitch and the sweet sound the left his lips as he finished inside you caused the knot to burst.

Moans fell from your lips as you leaned forward, pressing kisses to his neck and chest as you both rode out your orgasms.

When he pulled out completely, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your chest to his in a tight hug.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and nestled your nose in his neck.

“I appreciate you a lot, and I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said, muffled from his lips being on your shoulder.

“And I’m excited for that trip” He added.

“Me too” you agreed, humming softly.

“And about that 'anything’ you said you’d do…”

You giggled.

“ Yeah, what about it?”

He looked embarrassed at you, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his freckled skin.

“Could you, um.. swing by mum and dad’s and pick up the rest of that cake?”

You laughed loudly, rolling your eyes your boyish husband.

“I got so mad, I forgot to grab it and it’d be embarrassing going back to get it after I stormed out” he said looking down at you with a small smile.

You pressed a finger to his lips.

“Consider it done.”

aaaaa I just saw wonder woman it’s so good!!!!!! in no particular order:

  • its the first time DC has had fight choreography that didnt suck
  • its the first time DC hasn’t had awkward heavy handed faux biblical symbolism
  • It’s the first time DC has had a score that didn’t suck
    • for real it’s one of the best scores for a superhero film in recent history get on board and write some dang character themes everyone else
  • They hinted at the Born Sexy Yesterday trope only to immediately shut it down with the funniest line in the film
  • The Amazons are completely non-sexualized???? there’s women with wrinkles and crows feet and their fighting is all practical and GOOD.
  • there’s??? a fat woman??? who’s a major character??? and no one makes any jokes or derogatory comments about her?? AND there’s no slapstick or shots of her cramming food in her mouth??????????? AND SHE’S ACTUALLY GOOD AT HER JOB?????????????????????????
  • it’s the first blockbuster movie romance i’ve had more than negative interest in. I almost cried
    • maybe its because both partners actually have separate character arcs that are given equal importance from the narrative
  • Diana isn’t dark or edgy like at all and the movie actually explores important themes about the nature of good vs evil and humanity instead of just shouting LOOK HEROES SUCK AND DO BAD THINGS EVERYTHINGS TERRIBLE over and over again
  • the color scheme still sucks tho. there’s a few scenes where they definitely made Diana brighter, but just like. someone ban hollywood from using blue and grey in more than 20% of any given shot.

In summary this is the Woman Superhero icon we deserved and needed like 50 years ago and patty jenkins should be given full creative control over all movies from now on

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable

Request: do you think you could do 51 with peter from the newest list??

51 from the prompt list plss?thank you sm!!💓💓

Summary: You and Peter are sat in the cafeteria at school studying for a test and he catches your eye making it difficult to concentrate.

****A/N: I haven’t posted anything in a while. Things are happening at home. So I know this is short but it’s all I’ve got right now.****

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate 

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

You read over the contents of the pages in front of you and wrote down information over and over again to ensure that you’ll be able to recall it when the test comes. You had been doing this for the past half hour with Peter sitting ahead of you, studying with his own method. You both had free period before the test and you had agreed to not waste any spare time by not getting in some last minute studying. 

The cafeteria was abnormally quiet and empty allowing you to hear your own pencil on paper, and the crisp rustling of Peters notes. He was mumbling the written words as he read over them without his knowledge of it. When you first discovered that he did this when concentrated on his work, you thought it was strange and slightly annoying, but since then it’s grown on you, now you hardly ever notice it. 

A thick silence blanketed the room as Peters mumbling had evaded. He suddenly gasped and let out a not so subtle sneeze, startling both you and both. His head bobbed down and back up with his outburst, and his chocolaty eyes grew. You couldn’t help but smile and let out a soft laugh at his abrupt disorientation. Your smile was deadly contagious and it found it’s way onto Peters lips, infecting his features. 

“Bless you,” you excused him, and he gave you a nod and thanks in return.

He buried his nose back in to his work and soon enough his mumbling followed. Instead of copying his actions and going back to your notes, your irises remained on him. You watched as the corner of his eyes would crinkle depending on his interest and concentration. The slight crows feet that frame his eyes carry traces of laughter and deep grins that are burned deep into your memory. His eyebrows creased slightly with puzzlement but soon relaxed to their normal position. 

He brought his right hand up and softly pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them over it. You felt warm and happy taking him in and his actions and quirks that may go unnoticed to most people, were the whole world to you.

I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable, and I’m trying to concentrate,” you let slip, crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter tore his eyes off the many pages on the table and gave you a confused stare, “Wha-what do you mean?” he wondered innocently, “Did I do something wrong?” 

You smiled at him, “No, you’re just being you,”

He shook his head and sighed, “You’re weird,” 

“You choose to put up with me,”

“It’s well worth it, love.”