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so. lil info- im doing seven (7!!!) different designs! one per character except for cynthia and larry who will both be on one same keychain/charm.
they are all double-sided and the ones for connor, evan and zoe will feature both the main actor and the understudy (ben-colton, mike-mlb, laura-olivia)
(sorry garrett and asa im giving myself too much work im gonna die)

heres some research for the designs for the kids! the parents will be coming soon, or. well as soon as i can fjshsjs but theyll be a lot different.

Please please please let me know if youre interested!!!! id love to have some feedback on this, some opinions, to know if youd be interested in actually buying those bad boys in the future. when i get done with em. oh gods am i gonna survive this
(i have no idea how the pricing will work. they wont be mad expensive dw. i dont actively want to make profit, just have fun and maybe, hopefully, try to pay back my mom since actually ordering them is gonna cost $$ lol)
Anyway thank you for your attention!! ill keep you posted 💖💖

Dýchať (Breathe)

aParing: Pietro x reader

Characters: Pietro

TW: stress

a/n:  I am SOOOOO sorry @the-hidden-seeker this took soooo long. 

I went with Slovak as the main language in this if its wrong please let me know

You threw your paper work down in frustration and leaned back in your chair. You heard footsteps and you threw your pen behind you at the sound. 

“TONY I SWEAR TO GOD! i am not doing any more paperwork!” 

“drahá (dear) you need to stop throwing stuff at anyone who walks in the door” The sly smirk of Pietro echoed in your head and you just groaned and punched his arm. 

“Shut up” you mumbled and went back to filing this mission report Tony was making you do for him. 

“What are you doing?” He asked curiously and rested his head on yours. 

“Doing paper work for Tony” 


“becuase he asked me to” 

“But why?” 

“Becuase he asked and i said yes”

“You are too nice” 

“and you’re just too cocky mr. speedy” you chuckle and groan as you try to focus on your work. Pietro goes and lays down on your shared bed and turns the TV on. You groan in annoyance and put in your headphones. His phone pinged and he started talking to Wanda in Sovokian and as much as you loved him he was just really loud.  

“Piet can you get out?” You asked nicely starting to feel the tears bubble up from your frustration. 

“Wh-” he stopped as he saw the tears roll down your cheeks and he turned off the tv an mumbled something to Wanda as hung up and walked over to you.he wiped your tears and picked you up and brought you to the bed. 

“Dýchať (breathe) darling, you are okay. Everything will be fine” 

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With You, It's Different (John Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1417
Warnings: a lot of cursing, offensive language
Request?: No
Time Period: Modern AU
A/N: Sorry for the ask formatting again, wrote this on my tablet and didn’t feel like converting to the laptop!


There was nothing John Laurens hated more than annoying, loud, obnoxious, neighbors. And here he was. He just finished his shift at the hospital, and he was stuck listening to deafening music. He worked odd hours, so he could understand if someone had a party.

He looked at his clock.

It was six in the fucking morning. There are no parties that are still going on. At. Six. In. The. Fucking. Morning. Okay, maybe he was being slightly unreasonable. I mean, he was living in an apartment in the city. And his friend’s constantly teased him about being an old man after getting this job. But he was exhausted.

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Supernatural reference to RE
  • RE teacher: Give a quote from the Bible
  • Me: And on the seventh day, God said 'let there be Tumblr'
  • RE teacher: ...
  • ******
  • RE teacher: @destielmybae, write a prayer for our assembly on Thursday.
  • Me: Dear Castiel, please make sure the big cheese up there doesn't smite us fanboys and girls and make sure Dean and Sam don't start the Apocalypse again. I ain't in the mood for more angst on Supernatural on this holy day of Thursday. aMeN.
  • RE teacher: We need to work on that prayer.
  • ****
  • RE teacher: * long sermon * Amen.
  • Class: Amen
  • Me: Team Free Will
  • ***
  • RE teacher: And Michael is one of the greatest ange-
  • Me: I object. Michael's a dick.
  • ***
  • RE teacher: Today, continuing on from our moral discussion of cannabalism, we will research on mythical creatures steming from this. An example of this is-
  • Me: Wendigo. You kill them with fire. They live in mines. Put a salt circle around your camp site. Alternatively, call the Winchesters.
  • RE teacher: Yes... That was very... Informative.
  • ***
  • RE teacher: The greatest angel is-
  • Me: Castiel.
  • RE teacher: I am up to my neck with you. For the last time, Castiel isn't a real Ange-
  • Me: *walking threatingly towards teacher: Don't. You. Dare. Diss. CASTIEL!!! Or I swear, I will make the monster in your closet haunt you. And I will hide all of the books saying how to kill it!
  • ***
  • RE teacher: Angels are immortal, they cannot be kil-
  • Me: Angle blades. Or if they are in Purgutory or Hell, they can be killed normally.
  • RE teacher: I give up.
William Nylander - Sweet Creature #1

I took one last glance at the mirror before leaving my bedroom behind. My makeup looked pretty nice and my outfit was casual for my lunch date. No, I wasn’t going on a lunch date with a guy. I was going with my good friend from school: Madelaine. Madelaine told me that some of her friends would tag along, but it didn’t really bother me since I believe Madelaine wouldn’t be friends with people who are not necessarily nice. I took my purse which wasn’t any expensive designer purse, just some cheap Walmart stuff as probably everything I owned was. I double-checked I had my wallet and keys before leaving my tiny aparment that was located in Toronto. I’ve lived in Toronto for a year now, and I couldn’t be more satisfied with my choice. I had a mental battle between Toronto and New York when I was moving from my parent’s house, but something drew me to Toronto and I’m very happy about that. People here are nice and friendly, the city is beautiful and the school I go to is just perfect. Only thing I don’t like about this city is icehockey. Hockey everywhere. People love hockey, they talk about it and they worship the players of Toronto Maple Leafs. I have nothing against hockey itself, I just can’t stand the players. Never once I met a nice hockey player. They are arrogant, selfish and they see themselves as some greek gods, which isn’t true at all. They are nothing more than average guys who chace a little black thing on ice for living, and then make so much money that they can buy couple Ferraris and big luxury aparment with nicest views in the city. Meanwhile some people have to actually study and work their butts off to earn money for normal things like rent, bills and food. So dear Toronto, please stop being such a hockey city.

I arrived to the small restaurant me and Madelaine planned meeting at. This is literally my go-to restaurant: cheap and good food. I let my eyes wonder around in a small restaurant, soon spotting Madelaine sitting with two other girls. I made my way to them, sitting right next to Madelaine.

“Hey Alina, glad you made it in time.” Madelaine joked, laughing. I tend to be a little late usually, so it was indeed big deal if I made it somewhere in time.

“This is Steph and Annika, Annika and Steph, this is Alina.” Madelaine introduced us. Both of the girls were blonde and super beautiful. No doubt they could be models. The girls smiled widely and greeted me as I greeted them both, smiling too. I felt super average with these girls. Madelaine had long starwberry blonde hair and big blue eyes, Steph had long blonde hair and so did Annika. I had not so long dirty blonde hair and dull grey eyes.

“So you study at the same school as Mads?” Annika asked stuffing her vegetarian meal into her mouth.

“Yea that’s how we met.” I nodded, still trying to decide what to order. There wasn’t too many different meals to choose from, but I usually always ordered the same so I felt like I might want to order something a little different this time.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Or single and ready to mingle?” Steph asked wiggling her eyebrows making me laugh a little.

“I’m a bit unlucky in love so no, I don’t have a boyfriend. How about you guys?” I asked, knowing Madelaine had been dating her boyfriend Auston for two years, funny thing is that I’ve never met Auston.

“I’m dating a guy named Mitchell, but he hates his name so we call him just Mitch.” Steph told me giggling. No wonder she had a boyfriend, she’s absolutely gorgeous.

“I’ve dated Kasperi for a while now, still kinda in the honeymoon phase. Mitch and Kasperi both play at the same team as Auston, that’s how we met Mads.” Annika explained.

“Oh same team? Like lacrosse or?” I asked, not knowing what these boys play.

“No, actually they all play hockey.” Madelaine said before the girls could say anything. I almost choked in to my water. I quickly covered my shock by putting a fake smile on my face. All this time I had been cursing hockey players to deepest hell and my best friend was dating one? Lord help me out of this situation.

“Well isn’t that nice.” I said still fake smiling and turning my full attention to the restaurant menu.

“We could set you up with a guy from their team, then we all would have boyfriends from the same team!” Annika said happily clapping her hands.

“Omg yes! Maybe Jake or James?” Steph said clearly as excited as Annika.

“How old are you?” Annika asked quickly.

“Eighteen.” I replied.

“Oh, Jake and James are too old for you, sorry.” Steph said sadly.

“That’s fine, I’m not really looking for anyone right now.” I lied. Obiviously a nice guy to have around would be fun, but I’m not the one to get anyone’s attention. Not that I complain, I’m totally used to it. The reason I don’t have a boyfriend is that I’m socially awkward and average looking, so no, I’m not a candy for the eye.

“Have you decided what you’ll order?” A waitress stepped in, making our subject chance even though Annika and Steph had already ordered. I was totally done with the boy talk. I don’t wanna talk about them since my life does not include boys at all. Not ever friends who are boys. The only guy in my life is my dad and that’s probably how it’ll be forever.

“I’ll have the chicken pasta without leek.” I said to the waitress flashing a little smile and giving her the menu.

“I’ll take the same, but with leek.” Mads said also giving the menu to our waitress.

“Hey Alina, I was wondering if you would like to join us tomorrow? I’m throwing a little chilling night at my place.” Steph asked smiling. How can a person be so kind?

“Sure.” I said smiling too. I felt really welcome. I was a little scared that Mads friends wouldn’t like me for some reason, but both Steph and Annika are super nice and kind.

“Great, Mads and Auston will probably pick you up?” Steph sent questioning look at Madelaines direction, earning a wide smile and nod from her. So I guess I’ll be meeting their boyfriends tomorrow.

Embracing Your Shadow

What is the Shadow?

The Shadow is those aspects of self that are kept hidden in the dark and out of awareness.  Many of these aspects of self have great holds on your life and actually dictate your thoughts, feelings, beliefs and actions.  A metaphor would be a hidden cave in which you keep those parts of yourself that, on an unconscious level, you prefer to avoid or ignore.

The Shadow includes your deepest fears, shames, regrets, judgments, core beliefs, unconscious contracts/vows, “truths” about life, about others and yourself, as well as your greatest power, your beauty, your sacred and divine self.  In other words, the Shadow includes all these things about yourself that “you don’t know that you don’t know” or those things that sit in your subconscious.

Why is it important to get familiar with your Shadow?

With the understanding that your everyday life is a reflection of your inner state, i.e., that your actions and manifestations including relationships, career, money, etc. are a reflection of your inner state, the Shadow has a great impact on your life.  The Shadow is a major part of your inner self that is hidden from your awareness.  Ignoring or avoiding your Shadow is like driving a car that was programmed to turn right at every intersection while assuming that, because you are the one holding the stirring wheel, it should be going in the direction you dictate. Getting to know your Shadow is like cracking the code and revealing the programming that dictates your thoughts, feelings and actions and eventually your manifestations and results.

In addition to healing those parts of you that hold you back from achieving your desired results, getting familiar with, healing and embracing your Shadow can assist you in unleashing trapped life energies, your deepest power, inspiration and authenticity.  For example, many people know that they are extremely talented; however their bank account does not reflect this fact.  Their Shadow may include an unconscious vow to never have more money than their family or to never shine as it might cause others to be jealous.

Can you see how much energy is put into keeping yourself small although it does not serve you or those exact people you try to “protect?” Can you see how much of your life force is suffocated?  Honoring these old “truths,” vows and fears that served you in the past and, then, releasing their hold of you, can free much of your energy and inner power to be used to achieve both progress in your daily like and desired results.

A few ways to put Light into your Shadow

1. Examine your negative patterns and look for those deep-rooted reasons for these patterns.

Before we look into the ways to recognize rooted causes for your patterns, please consider that the things that you perceive as faults, negative patterns or things you do not like about yourself are actually your assets.  The only issue with them is that they are over-amplified.  If you turn the notch down a little, these so-called faults will reveal their asset value.  In other words, your weaknesses will become your strengths.  For example, a person who is extra careful about spending money to the point of deprivation (behavior that is most likely rooted in some deep fear or core- limiting belief about life and self) may turn down “the volume” on this behavior and actually bring it to a position of being responsible with money.  Being responsible is an asset, while deprivation is a “fault” or negative pattern.

Turning the volume down can be done through revealing the rooted cause of the pattern. Ask yourself or journal about the following: what is my earliest memory of this pattern? What does the picture look like? Who is there? What words were spoken? What was the impact of this mental picture and these words on me? How did my body react at that moment? What did I feel? What conclusion did I draw about life, about myself? What conclusion did I draw about what I should/could be, do or have? This kind of examination will assist you in revealing hidden fears, beliefs and even vows you have made that can be called on to be honored for their past service and, then, released.

2. Take advantage of challenging times and crises to identify and embrace Shadow aspects of your self.

Challenging times and crises such as unemployment, break ups and financial difficulties may bring to light more vulnerable parts of self. For example, one might become overly fearful, needy, rigid and such. Although it is natural to feel any of these feelings and exhibit more extreme behaviors during crises and major transitions, these amplified responses might shed light on what existed in the dark all along, e.g., core limiting beliefs such as “the world / life isn’t safe, “ “I am alone,” “No one is to be trusted,”… etc. Be gentle with yourself, seek help and support as needed and take the time to examine what is asking to be revealed about yourself beyond this specific situation. What is asking to be healed, released and embraced? Usually it is the “child” part of the self that needs to be heard and embraced.

3. Ask your higher self, spirit and/or spiritual guides to reveal those aspects that affect your life that you are not seeing.

Simply ask to have your inner truth revealed to you.  This can be done through meditation, automatic writing, Breathwork and such.  Be prepared to get some answers through insights, memories and new found understandings of what the factors are that affect your perceptions, beliefs and behaviors.

For automatic writing, devote about 10 minutes (or more) of uninterrupted time. Have a piece of paper and pen ready and sit in a quite space. Take a few breaths in and out, allowing you body to relax and be centered. Imagine your heart opening and light shining out of your heart.

On the top of the paper, write the following: ”Dear higher self, spirit, God” (whatever words you feel comfortable with).

On the next line write, “Please reveal to me what I am not seeing about myself… about my relationship…, my work, my ability to earn more money, (any issue you want answers or information about). Also write; “please answer me through my pen.”

On the next line, write “Dear _______________” (your name)

Take a few more breaths and start writing anything that comes through your pen. Don’t look for anything to make sense. Just let streams of thought come through your pen. When the streams of thought ends, read what you have written. You might be surprised.

Practice automatic writing often. The more you do it, the clearer the messages become. As mentioned above, you can also use mediation, Breathwork, walks in nature or any other way that makes you connect with you inner self/higher self.

4. Focus on your Shadow rather than what needs to be changed in the world or in others

Jeshua Channeling by Pamela Kribbe notes that, “It’s your life purpose to shine light on the hardened and petrified parts of you. To spread your light on earth, first and foremost reach out to the darkness within.”  In other words, one does not need to focus on what needs to be remedied in the world, but, instead, on what needs to be healed within.  Once you embrace your own journey, your light will shine out and inspire others to do the same.

In this channeling, you are asks you to imagine a stone that contains all the emotions with which you have difficulties; the fears and negative beliefs you have about yourself and life.

The stone symbolizes all that got stuck and blocked within you. The stone also points out to you your soul mission to bring light into the most dense parts within you.

You are asked to take a moment to look into the stone. Hold it with gentle care and allow your consciousness to go into it and sense the energy inside it. What do you sense? How does it feel? What is its color? Ask the stone to tell its story to you.

Now, notice what happens to the stone once you’ve held it and have given it loving and welcoming attention. Looking at your stone with acceptance and understanding transforms it.

See the color and form your stone turns into. Now, ask the stone what gifts it has for you. Listen to its message.

I am sending you my blessings for a joyous journey, embracing all parts of yourself and living a life aligned with your sacred inner truth and wisdom.

By: Smadar Efrat Yaish

anonymous asked:

What's your type???

I said it before and I’ll say it again.

My greatest dream is to know and love my wife. And in a powerful, demanding way, part of me already does. How do you love a person you don’t know? What a strange and fickle thing it is to care for a person that does not yet exist to you. But I do. I am human and so fallible and so flawed and I have so much left to do and so much to work on but I am so willing to try to be better for her.

SHE is my type.

She will be my whole world, and I can’t wait for our lives and habits and thoughts and behaviors to merge over time to be less and less like two separate entities and more like one congruous whole. What a beautiful thing love is, so powerful that we cannot fully comprehend it, so all-encompassing that we cannot escape it, and so pure in its raw form that it allows us to become more than ourselves. In love we are more than the sum of our parts. One and one, in love, makes more than two. It is our greatest human accomplishment, I have always thought, to love another human being unconditionally. I just posted about it the other day, so strongly and surely of this point do I feel. I hope, I pray to the heavens and the stars and all the far-off worlds that be that that is somehow in store for me in the future. My life is a happy one. I work hard to be happy, because good things take hard work and a lot of shifting paradigms and continuous mindfulness. I have nothing to complain about.

She is my type. I know it.

But dear god, please, let me know her. 
Let her love me, with all of her heart.
I swear that I will know no world but her, and the one that we create together. 
It will not be perfect, but I would rather disagree with her and resolve our issues in a respectful, understanding relationship than be loved by a thousand others. 
I swear that I will show her what it is to be the center of the universe.
And I swear that I shall love her, my greatest dream, my most ardent hope, a blessing more than I deserve.

What can I say, she’s just my type.

[EXO One Worded Series] Xiumin - "Maybe." [Smut]

If you want more explanation about this series, do check out the description there!

He closed the door quietly behind him, silent footsteps as he came in when he knew he was late. Damn it, he thought. Tonight was supposedly a movie night and considering he got off late from work… he had missed the chance to cuddle with you. Of course he texted you he would be late but he knew you would still wait nevertheless. Now it was slightly late into the night but there you were, lying down on the sofa. He let out a sigh, putting his things down and taking off his coat. He frowned as he advanced towards you - why were you still waiting?

However, he got distracted when he saw how you were dressed; a tank top and a pair of shorts?

Dear god, please give him some restraint.

He gulped as he kneeled down before you, attempting to wake you up as his hands shook your body but you couldn’t wake up. His mind told him to get a grip on himself but hey! It’s not wrong here… You are his girlfriend and it’s not wrong to have sexual frustrations… right?

A dark idea popped up as his hands slid up your thighs, brushing over your breasts as he held back a moan. He missed touching you… His eyes widened when he thought he had no self-control over his voice but then he realized… you were the one moaning. You shifted on the sofa, your head moving to expose your neck.

Oh… His mind whispered. A kiss… a touch… couldn’t be that bad.

Cross that. It should not be bad.

He hovered over you, his lips dipping down where he planted a kiss on your skin. Oh how he has missed this… When he heard another thing that he could make up as a moan from you, he parted his lips to start sucking on your neck. He grazed his teeth over your sensitive spot before he used his tongue to lick over the spot again. His hands gripped onto your waist a bit too tight, the space left in his pants decreasing as he was getting hard.

It was in that moment when you woke up, feeling hot all over especially at your neck. His lips were now sucking, nibbling on your skin - and it felt really good. “Min…?” You called him out groggily, causing him to smirk against your skin with a hum. “Yes… darling?”

He leaned away, looking down on you with uncertainly as he didn’t know what you were feeling. However, he felt good the moment you smiled, gaining conscious as your hands grabbed him down for a kiss.

His lips were needy against yours, nearly devouring them as his hands roamed all over your body. The quiet moans you emitted boosted his self-confidence as he shifted the positions on the sofa. He had you straddling on him with his hands planted on your waists. You felt his lips trailing down to your neck, sucking tenderly as his hands moved to grope your bottom. “Ah… Min…” Your voice filled with want as his hands worked up to your clothes. He broke contact from your neck, anxiously attempting to remove your clothes with you assisting him.

You giggled when he was so impatient - he couldn’t remove your tank top properly but he sighed when your top finally left your body. He lunged forward, unclasping your bra to pull off the offensive material before he took in one side of your nipples in his mouth eagerly. You left out another breathy moan of his name when he licked the hardened bud, teasing you for a second before he sucked hungrily. Needing to feel more of him, your hands tugged on his shirt and he got the message. He leaned back, making you smile at him when he stripped off his shirt. His lean body came to view, abdomen dying to be touched.

“You like?” He cooed gently, a hand stroking your cheek.

You nodded with a blush, hands gingerly touching his chest down to his body. Your touches were heavenly to him. “Very much…”

He smirked at you, noticing how your clothes were the barrier to your nudity, “Off, darling.”

You got off his lap after a second, taking a step back so he could yank his pants down along with his boxers first. You saw his fully erected length coming to view, making you almost shiver at the thought of what was going to happen. He kicked his pants off, falling back to the sofa with his body bare for your eyes only. Then his arms extended out, “Come here.”

You stepped towards him, standing before him with just your lacy panties. Your messy hair pushed towards one side, exposing a few love marks he left that made him growl. His eyes burned with lust as he held you possessively. He inched closer, burying his face against your stomach to kiss your skin. Your hands threaded in his hair, allowing him to do so.

He then whispered against your stomach, “I’ve missed you…” He lifted his chin up, smiling at you genuinely with you doing the same. “Me too, Min…”

His teeth bit on the waistband of your panties, dragging it down before he used his fingers to peel them off. As you stepped out of them, he yanked you down on him again - needing to feel you naked against him. He groaned in delight when he felt your skin against his.

He reconciled your lips together as your legs were folded at his sides. He was leaning back against the sofa. His head tilted up to continuously kiss you. His tongue swirled around with yours, his hands alternating from groping your breasts and bottom to make you sigh his name in content over and over again. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as you rolled your hips - grinding on his erection. The friction alone made him groan in pleasure.

“H-Harder…” He moaned - his lips still attached on yours before he moved down to abuse your neck. Your hips started moving, purposely grinding your bare entrance against his throbbing cock that wanted to be in you. He felt himself becoming harder and harder but he had yet to do one more thing.

He moved away from the love marks on your neck to lock eye contact with you. You could nearly reach your high with the way he was looking at you. He licked his lips, one of his hands inching down to slide up and down on your entrance. The slickness he felt assured him, you were wet for him.

“Mm… darling…” He hummed sensually, his fingers (forefinger, especially) rubbing harder, “I did this to you?” He teased, his fingers stroking back and forth, making the tingles shoot straight to your core. You could feel the pressure he purposely added as he brushed on your clit. “Yes… Min…” You breathed out, almost on the edge of going crazy with his teasing ways. Although he was already hard, his length jutting out to poke your inner thigh, he knew this would be worth it. Watching you like this was always a turn on.

Your hands squeezed his shoulders, “Min… please…”

He smirked, “Patience…” He cooed, two fingers already sliding in to feel the tightness you possessed. You gasped, eyes closing shut as you clung onto him. He was mesmerized to see your sexual face, the way your eyes rolled back from the pleasure - it urged him to give you more. His fingers started to pump in your body, sliding against your walls that had you moaning for him over and over again.

“Oh my god… Min!” You exclaimed with surprise and pleasure when he expertly spread his fingers, stretching you. Your eyes rolled back when he shoved in four fingers, almost making you dizzy as his fingers moved violently in you. “Ah!” You gasped again when he curled his fingers deep in you, making you almost reach your high but he pulled his fingers out on time. Your eyes peeled open to see how he sucked on his fingers, loving the taste.

“Mm…” He moaned with his fingers in his mouth. He pulled them out with a ‘pop’ to say, “You always taste so fucking good.”

One hand held onto the back of your neck to pull you down for a kiss while the other held onto his pulsing length. He aligned it with your entrance as he felt your lips kissing him back, your hands in his hair. You moaned against his lips when you felt him entering without a word. He filled you up entirely, leaving you breathless as his lips were so close to yours but you couldn’t kiss him.

Not when he was deep embedded in you.

He grunted against your lips when he initiated a kiss, loving the tightness that clenched on his cock. He savored this moment. He felt you kissing him back, your hips rolling to make him growl and bite on your lower lip.

He knew he could move… and so could you.

“Ride me.” He commanded as he broke the heated kiss to lay back, his hands assisting you as you raised up and lowered yourself down on him. He saw how you took in all of him, how you swallowed every inch of him that it was so erotic. The feeling he was feeling was incredibly amazing as well. He could see clearly how your hair were floating as you moved, your breasts bouncing as you rode him. It felt so carnal, so raw… so hot. He bit his lower lip when you slammed down on him, clenching around him as he was buried in you - it was so exquisite.

His hips bucked to meet with your vigorous thrusts as you two moved in sync. His hands slid over to your bottom, giving you a harsh squeeze that made you gasp his name. The way you uttered his name out like that sent jolts to his body. Hs groped your bottom again before he squeezed your flesh with his hands as he assisted you to ride him. The thrusts got more vigor, more needy yet all very pleasurable. You felt the orgasm reaching near and he was there to help. He lunged forward to press his lips against yours, his hips never stopped moving as he too, felt his climax coming nearer.

You licked his tongue playfully, before you explored his mouth. He moaned your name in a soft mantra when he felt how tight your walls clenched on him, how deliciously good you were making him feel felt illegal.

“Oh…!” You moaned into his lips when you felt it hitting you hard. His hard cock hitting your sweet spot each time he entered left you breathless - it felt so good. Your eyes closed shut when the orgasm hit you unexpectedly. You were lost for words, clinging onto him as you were resting against his neck. His hips kept thrusting as you aided him in moving a few more times before he could cry your name out in ecstasy. When he felt your walls giving him an abusive squeeze, he felt himself releasing his hot fluid into your body, filling you up as he rode off his high with you.

After a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled you down on him. Chest to chest, as he hugged you by your waist when all movements came to a stop. You purred in delight, feeling his hardened member soften in you as the both of you remained like this. The silence that enveloped the both of you gave you two a breather, a moment to relax.

He kissed the side of your head, making you flinch as you peeked to look at him. “Hm? Min…?”

He turned to look at you with an apologetic smile, “Sorry I came home late, darling. They had a lot of things to do and I just-”

“It’s okay…” You couldn’t help but mumble out cutely, still partly taken back by the incredible orgasm that you remained quiet. He smiled at you warmly, kissing the side of your head again before he buried his face in your hair. “I’m still sorry…” You heard the guilt in his voice as he tugged his arms around you. With a sheepish grin, you leaned away to frame his cheeks in your hands, directing him to look at you. He felt his heart warming upon seeing your beautiful face.

“It’s okay, Min… I said I understand.”

He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose, “Then…” His eyes flickered up to look at you with a silent plead, “Would it be too much if I asked to go for another round?”

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know…”

He gave you a handsome smile, leaning closer to peck your lips once, “How about now?” His voice was soft yet it assured you that if you weren’t feeling it, he would call it off. Taking a shower and snuggling in bed sounds equally as good.

“Maybe…?” Your voice had this tinge of mischief yet he knew you wanted it.

“Maybe… huh?” He smirked, leaning over to claim your lips, his arms keeping you still as he kissed you. He tilted his head, getting a better angle at kissing you for a brief moment. He licked your bottom lip one last time before moving down to kiss your neck. His lips parted to take in some flesh in his mouth to leave a love mark on various parts of your neck. It had you sighing in bliss, but a random thought came up even though you felt his member hardening in you.

He never pulled out from you, anyway…

“Min…” You breathed out, tugging on his luscious hair but he remained sucking on your neck - you were too addictive.

“Mm?” His reply was short, focusing on you but he still listened to every word you were saying.

“We’ve yet to watch a movie…”

He stopped, just to chuckle against your neck as he moved to align in face with yours. You were blushing a little, not really believing yourself for saying that but he found it adorable.

“Maybe after I’m done with you, we’ll watch that movie you’ve been dying to watch.”

You snickered, dipping down to kiss his neck, “Maybe?”

He groaned when your lips latched on his neck, sucking on his sweet spot that had his cock becoming harder in you. The urge to move was incredibly high. But, he managed to grunt out hurriedly, his hands already gripping onto your waist to start your ride on him again.


@loreli1313 asked for 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” from this prompt meme (still accepting btw, if anyone has any prompts they want).  This turned out…pretty angsty, sorry. I enjoyed writing it though (what can I say, I’m here for that pre-relationship angst).

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“Well, that’s us all done for the day, I think, Lieutenant.”

James nodded and stood, returning the smile Lord Hamilton was aiming at him, but not quite meeting his eyes.

“What do you have planned for the evening, Lieutenant?” Thomas’s tone was friendly, but there was an all-too-knowing glint in his eyes.

In truth, James had planned to see Miranda. She had as much as said that Thomas was fine with her extra-marital affairs, but that was not the same as him actually knowing that James himself was sleeping with his wife. Anyway, it wasn’t as if he could just come out and say, ‘oh yes, after this I’m planning to go and fuck your wife, sir’. James felt his cheeks redden at the very thought of it. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to lie to Lord Hamilton, in all his earnestness. He struggled with what to say, before Thomas apparently decided to put him out of his misery.

“Are you going to see my wife, by any chance?” he said. He was smiling, but there was a practiced neutrality to his tone that put James on his guard.

“I am,” he admitted. “Is that-” He swallowed, feeling excruciatingly awkward. “Is that alright with you, sir?”

Thomas blinked rapidly and James noticed, not for the first time, how long his eyelashes were.

“Of course,” he said, although his tone was somewhat strangled. He hitched a smile onto his face. “In fact, I rather encourage her. Although,” he added, almost as an afterthought, but James, who had known Thomas for nearly a month now, knew it was nothing quite so casual, “I’ve never been quite so close to any of her beaus before.”

James felt himself blushing and before he could stop himself, he said, “Wait a minute…are you– jealous?” He blushed harder as Thomas looked at him agape, but stuttered out, “because- if you are- we can stop- it’s not a problem- I mean to say-” He took a deep breath. Calm down, James, goddamnit. “Our partnership, and the work we have to do, is what’s most important to me here. I wouldn’t want to compromise it.”

Thomas, who had just been staring at him as he stammered away like an idiot, seemed to come to his sense. He shook his head. “No, I’m not jealous,” he said softly. “Not of you, at least,” he muttered under his breath, but Thomas was avoiding his gaze, and James felt sure Thomas knew he had heard.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Thomas shook his head, looking angry at himself, as if he had said too much.

“Thomas,” James said, and the use of his Christian name when James tried so hard to stick to formality snapped Thomas’s attention back to James. “You’re not jealous of me for sleeping with your wife,” James said, his words blunt but his tone puzzling. “So what? You’re jealous of your wife for sleeping with me?” Thomas drew in a sharp intake of breath. “No, forget I said that, that was stupid,” he said quickly, praying that Thomas would just pass it over. God, that was the last thing he needed, his very confusing and shameful feelings for Lord Hamilton being mulled over by the man himself – the shrewdest man he’d ever met, to boot.

“No,” said Thomas, and James hunched over, defensive. “That’s- that’s exactly what I meant, James.” He could feel Thomas’s gaze on him, even as he avoided it.

“James,” said Thomas sharply. “Look at me.”

As if magnetised, James’s eyes jumped immediately to Thomas’s, and the depths in that gaze frightened him.

“James,” said Thomas again, sounding dazed, as if the smallest breeze could knock him off his feet, and God, why did he have to keep saying his name like that, it made his blood burn and rush to inconvenient places… “Do you…I mean, could you- feel-”

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” James cut in, before Thomas could finish and damn them both. “I – ah – I have to go,” he said. You coward, James Mcgraw. You bloody, bloody coward.

Thomas bowed his head in acquiescence. “Of course.”

“And, uh, give Lady Hamilton my apologies,” he said, hating himself more with every word. “Um – please don’t tell her about this.”

Thomas looked at him then, and his eyes were like those of a drowning man who had just been denied rescue, and he realised with a jolt just why Thomas encouraged Miranda’s affairs, why she was so sure he did not mind them – she knew, and it would cost him dear not to be able to talk about this. But, “please,” James begged, and God, how was he ever going to be able to look this man in the eye again, let alone work with him, but Thomas was nodding.

“Of course I won’t,” he said in a small voice, and fuck,he sounded like he was about to cry.

“Thank you,” said James hoarsely, looking at his feet. Then, finding no reason to linger other than his own guilt, he turned tail and practically ran out of the room, leaving Thomas looking after his retreating back, distraught.

-So, Gunther, it looks like you and your brother simply will not stay your asses at home lately, and I keep finding your homework in the litterboxes. You two better keep your grades up because I have made important cat adoption plans for the minute you leave for college!

-Aw dad, pretending to be a responsible father is cute but you can relax, we’re definitely gonna study today! I mean it’s Sunday morning, what else are we gonna do? Hit the clubs?

We arrive at the Lulu Lounge! Loving that red carpet, Jojo this is the place for you.

-Ugh I know, I feel so at home.

Well you do look great, especially next to our car!

Do you guys remember Komei’s boxing thing that he has thankfully stopped doing? I think that apart from the jaw, Jojo has also inherited those faulty genetics, because all he wants to do at any given moment is play this stupid punching game. Not only is it annoying as fuck but pretty disturbing as well. I’m talking Anastasia Steele teas.

-Punch me Gunther! Punch me like you mean it!

Ugh freak. Time to hit something else.. the dancefloor!

Panic! At The Disco.


Thank god the tension is quickly overcome with some inappropriate brotherly dancing!

-Nice, now knee me in the testicles, Gunther!

JFC. Jojo really, I’m not judging, but this is a legacy not the fucking Story of O. Let’s at least find someone who is not a blood relation to beat you up? 

Like blondie here, look he’s cute and he wants to dance with you!

-UGH gross, not only is he age appropriate but I don’t even see a ring on that finger! Hard pass. OMG. IT’S HIM. HE’S HERE.

What? No, that’s impossible, there is no fucking way-


-Sunday morning, time to cut loose, am I right?


………………………………….fucking jfc I’m so done. Jojo I hate you.

-Well well well… Following me now, Stephen? Oh how the tables have turned..

-What? Do I know you?

-Haha that’s funny. So this is how you wanna play this then? Alright. Yes, I am a complete stranger..

-Oh wait, you’re that legacy freak that keeps spying on my family, aren’t you?

-That’s right I am. Does that turn you on?


-You can stop playing hard to get, you have me already..


-Well he can say what he wants but he did buy me a drink..


-I fail to see the difference. 

OF COURSE YOU DO. Let’s gtfo before you get arrested.

We go to Rodney’s Hideout to literally hide out. Gunther runs into Ruskie and things immediately escalate..

..while Jojo finally has one solitary bolt with someone and it’s Craig here, who is very cute and also..

A NERD. We have struck gold! Jojo don’t fuck this up istg.

-I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone who is not my mother but.. I don’t hate you.

-Oh my!

The very definition of different speeds. But it doesn’t matter, we’re getting there, just keep up the non disturbing conversation about hats, Jo!

-So you see, Craig, just as Napoleon thought the battle was his, he sees a sea of Prussian spiked helmets, or pickelhaubes, approaching-

-Actually, the Prussian military did not adopt the pickelhaube until 1842, it’s a common misconception aided by representations of the battle of Waterloo in modern media..

Oh dear god we’re gonna be here all night.

Even Mrs Crumplebottom doesn’t care enough to interrupt this lameness. 

-I don’t know when I’ll be able to go on a date with you, Craig, as I don’t subscribe to the arbitrary concept of ‘time’.. 

Ok you know what, NO. Get up.

There we fucking go. WAS THAT SO HARD

-You are pretty attractive even though your clothes are. ridiculous.

LMAO take a look in the mirror lately Jo? Whatever, Craig likes you for some unfathomable reason so let’s do this already.

If you’re wondering what Gunther was doing during this time, it was watching his harem smustle. He had 2 bolts with Ivy but Ruskie wouldn’t gtfo so we’re getting to Ivy later. As if we’d let her escape!

Busting a move worked like a charm on Craig, legit god knows why. Craig you’re a fucking weirdo. 

-I can’t help it, he looks so cool!

Is cool the right word for it? Is it really?


-Honestly, my dear, far be it from me to criticize my mother in any way, but I really don’t know what she was thinking marrying Komei!

Yea let us guess who you would prefer she marry instead.. Gee that’s a tough one.

Yes, there we go, we’re so close Jojo! Please don’t say anything creepy and scare him away, please ❤ Who knows how long it will be till we find someone else who likes you, probably never LETS BE REAL

-I really wasn’t expecting this to happen with someone so unmarried and so not middle-aged such as yourself.. And dressed in this delinquent manner.. I mean are you wearing an actual necklace, good lord.. Now that I think about it this may have been a mistake..


YAAAAS. I forgot to turn the special camera off like a moron but whatever! Get it Jo, fucking finally. 

AW. Fuck Jojo looking rough in this pic, can’t believe Craig went for you tbh. THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS

As soon as the first kiss is over this is what Craig hits us with:

Very promising. Jfc Jojo wtf did you do to him?

-NOTHING! I was a perfect gentleman, I even whispered in his ear that I’ll see him again when he’s married!

Oh yea, that’s what everyone wants to hear! Whatever, our work here is done, let’s go home. Gunther is so tired from being a slut he’s ready to pass out.





I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby,
snap out of it,
I get the feeling I left it too late, but baby,
snap out of it,
if that watch don’t continue to swing or the fat lady fancies having a sing,
I’ll be here waiting ever so patiently for you to
snap. out. of. it.
  ♪ 💔

anonymous asked:

2p Canada Boyfriend Head-canons please?

- Matthieu is always tired
- so being with him is like a chore
- because this shit is so lazy
- dear God pray for your soul
- he also doesn’t put up with bullshit
- you crack a joke and he just sits there
- is his world on pause goddamn
- he likes when you wear his flannel
- it lowkey jiggles his knob
- please jiggle his knob
- despite being a nonliving pile of shit
- he gives you lots of attention
- and he’s always with you
- he even comes to work with you on occasion
- because he loves you and needs to protect you
- don’t hit him with that you can protect yourself bullshit
- he doesn’t give a running fuck
- just be quiet
- let him protect you
- your diet is a pancake
- but he can’t cook so it’s a burning pancake
- you eat it to make him happy
- he loves you very much for doing so


This is going to be my second rant in the span of about a week but you know what, I honestly couldn’t give less of a crap at this point.

I know a lot of people who use this site also have Instagram accounts, particularly members of certain fandoms. I know for a fact most Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, etc. fans on this site also have Instagram accounts on which they share other people’s fanart of the fandom which they’re involved in. And that’s fine. What isn’t fine is sharing other people’s fanart and not giving proper credit.

God, I see this happening all over the place and it just irritates me so much. All over my Explore feed, I’m constantly seeing pieces of otherwise great fanart with half-assed captions slapped on them and no credit given. In no sense of the word is this an appropriate way to promote someone’s art. I don’t know what helped to stick it in people’s heads that it’s perfectly okay to blatantly steal others’ work. Because here’s a little hint - it’s not.

Saying “no art is mine” in your bio or in your descriptions isn’t helping. Like, Christ, how long does it take to click on a link or zoom in on a signature? Come on. We’re better than that. We should be appreciating each other’s work, not degrading and discrediting it. And the worst part is, there are far too many accounts that already do this and don’t seem to intend to stop. And it’s not okay.

Since a lot of you seem to still be stuck in a second-grade mindset when posting other people’s work, here’s the main idea; freaking credit the original artist, NOT the website or fan account you may have found it on. And I’m sorry if I sound harsh but that’s just the thing - if it stopped happening altogether, I wouldn’t need to rant about it anymore. Apparently there’s no other way to get the message across.


- make sure to give credit when posting someone’s work that is not yours

- if you really can’t find the artist, PLEASE for the love of god put it in the caption that anyone who may know the direct source let you know.


- claiming others’ work is yours (no shit)

- not crediting the artist and not mentioning that the work is not yours anywhere in the caption

Dear All Hail King Julian Fandom


Just PLEASE for the love of god let me enjoy Dinotrux without your comments saying you want new AHKJ episodes. I love the Madagascar franchise too, but your hate boner for other Dreamworks franchises is getting old.

starrifymyheart  asked:

i sent an earlier ask saying that i'm not sure if i was ready for the magical plant au. i have no shame anymore, all of my dignity is gone, i am going to hell for sinning (not that i wasn't already). this is it, this is as far as you can possibly get in the depths of the forbidden lands. if you ever make anything worse than this i will applaude you because this /gestures at au/ is about as sinful as it gets.


I’m enjoying people willingly throwing themselves into this pit with me out of pure curiosity. There’s no going back now ayy *waggles eyebrows* Although tbh that little snippet was more cute and suggestive than anything…more >__> 

Either way, welcome to hell! Join us in our suffering. Don’t worry, though, this AU is probably as weird as it’s going to get for me please dear god don’t let me have any other strange awakenings my body can’t deal

anonymous asked:

Two black and white women in matching red dresses walk up to the bar arm in arm. Cygne: hey Junior! Could we start the night off with a couple of spiced rum shots? Sandy: Dear gods it's going to be one of /those/ nights.... Cygne: c'mon, babe... You wanted spicy night this month to be tonight remember? I had to cancel work! Ya know what Junior... Let me get two... Big Swigs of Crooked Arrow on the rocks please

Junior: Uhh… *looks between the two women* sure… *starts preparing drinks*

Junior: You want the rum shots too, or…?

To the dreamers out there: keep dreaming. Keep making things and coming up with things that you can use to bring glory to God. You might not see every dream or every aspect of your dream come to fruition when you think it will, but remember that what you create for the Lord is not in vain.
every blog post or poem you write,
every stroke of your paint brush,
every original song you sing,
every encouraging post you share on social media…
Whatever it is, what you do for the Lord is NOT in vain! He sees you and is pleased when you use your gifts, skills, and talents for Him.
Even if you’re not the creative type, there are gifts and skills that God has given you, too! You don’t have to be artsy or creative to dream about doing things that are bigger than you! Whether you’re an attorney, a nurse, a police officer, or an accountant you too can create opportunities to serve God with your gifts at work, at church, and in your community.
Sometimes, you might feel intimidated or fearful about dreaming too big. Maybe you would really love to see a small group at your job but you’re not sure if the company will go for it. Maybe you want to get more involved with a non-profit but you don’t think you’re skilled enough….but if what’s on your heart feels bigger than you, then great. Why? Because God has been in the business of calling His children to things that are bigger than them since the beginning of time. Wherever He puts you, there will undoubtedly be challenges and there will be times when you want to give up, but keep the faith because you know why you’re doing this and who you’re doing it for: The Lord. God always sees you…even when you’re dreaming and it pleases Him when you do what you do for Him!
Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. - 1 Corinthians 15:58
Words by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos
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