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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”


Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”


General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”


Below is NSFW prompts.
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Sexual:

161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”

Real Talk: Jackson. Appropriation VS Appreciation.

This is about Jackson Wang from Got7 wearing dread locks in a Chinese advertisement, just in case you haven’t seen all of the drama and people attacking him. (pictures below)

I’ll start off with saying, I don’t give a fuck that he wore dreadlocks. There, that saved you a lot of reading and time, so if you would like to unfollow/block me, go ahead. Agree to disagree. People want MY opinion on this, so here it is:

The way people are attacking him is all kinds of wrong. I’m ok with people explaining nicely about the history of dreads and how people can take an offense to non Black people wearing that style, that’s their opinion, even though some where being way too harsh about it but reading all the hate comments are disgusting. You would think Jackson got caught in an animal cruelty case (God forbid) or rape case (God forbid), so I’m reading twitter and instagram and saying to myself…what is happening? I’ve never seen K Hip Hop artist get THIS much heat and they wear dreads and braids on a daily basis, but when Jackson wears them in an ad, he gets so much hate and death threats.

“He’s so wrong”

“Educate him”

“He doesn’t care about Black people but he’s wearing our hair style” - Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know Jackson hated Black people..

Let me tell you something, I know people are going to hate me for my opinion, but they hate me anyway lol, so fuck it. I understand where their passion comes from, people hate that other races look up to Black people and want to dress like us, be like us, but at the end of the day they don’t want to be with us or could care less about us for real, I GET IT!. I get it, there’s a lot of people out there that don’t like us for real but wear our hair styles. I understand appropriation. I understand the history of it all. I’m proud to be Black and love my race, my culture and the passion we have.

And I also love that other races look up to our people sooo much that they want to dress like their favorite rapper, or try their style, the rappers themselves are even flattered and don’t care, they just love that they are looked up to and inspire people of all races.

Oh wait, my antil Blackness coon-ness is showing, let me stop! (sarcasm)

But personally, If people who are not Black wear braids, dreadlocks and they’re NOT doing it to mock us, profit from us, claiming it as their own, not a racist, and fucks with my people heavy and NOT doing it to degrade our race (like Jackson!), then I don’t give a damn how you wear your hair, bitch you can wear dreadlocks til yo ass 90, I do not give a damn, there’s some fuck up things going on out there in the REAL world of appropriation. Like this fashion show that was urban themed, gave them afros, braids, but there were no Black people in the show, obviously I was annoyed, because what are they doing? Profiting off of Black people and NOT giving any credit and claiming it as new/ their own. That’s the problem with appropiating. It’s stealing from one’s culture and giving no credit.

What is Jackson doing? Is he racist? is he claiming it as his own? Is he constantly doing it? Is he discrediting Black people and acting like it’s a brand new thing he’s doing?

What did Jackson do that SOOOOOOO MANY other non Black people do every day and are getting their hair braided as I type this. I’m lost as to why people are jumping down his throat and giving him threats and demanding an apology like he said “N*gger” or something?

This girl shared my inner thoughts on appropriation. (should watch this).

And also this.


^ He’s right!  What I said above, he’s NOT doing it to degrade or profit from our race. I said my thoughts before he even responded.

+ People are offended by his response saying he “is saying fck you to us, he doesn’t care about our culture, he doesn’t listen to us”, damn! what do you want him to say? Do you not see the hate comments he’s getting?, telling him to die, saying racial slurs, you guys want to play victim in every little thing so badly, there is NOTHING wrong with his responses, they are haters. He could’ve said worse.

+And “you are on the wrong page” he’s right! If you don’t like him and want to send him hate, then you ARE ON THE WRONG PAGE. If you have a problem with him, then don’t be on his page. don’t even click on it.

^HE APPRECIATES OUR PEOPLE!

HE’S INSPIRED BY OUR PEOPLE!

HE LOVES OUR PEOPLE!

HE LOOKS UP TO OUR PEOPLE!

The last thing on my mind is someone’s hair. I don’t know about y’all but I got bigger fish to fry in this racist world, and Jackson’s 2 minute twists are the least of the problem.

And I know they will say, “So who cares wrong is wrong, he needs to be educated”, HE IS! He knows about Black people, his role models are Black, so of course he’s going to want what they want, you guys are acting like he wore the dreads to be ignorant and racist and you’re acting like he constantly “steals” from our culture and profits from it, he doesn’t.

I’m out.

Here’s the picture:


Watch the haters come in 3, 2, 1…

Harry Styles on SNL: A Recap
  • harry did this cute lil dance with jimmy i couldn’t breathe
  • harry as mick jagger on family feud literally saved the acting industry
  • sign of the times live? the rasp of harry’s voice? the note changes? his high notes??? an absolute masterpiece!!
  • he was teary eyed after the performance and did the prayer hands harry you deserve the whole world
  • harry was a prisoner and basically showed us a preview of dunkirk
  • harry for the life of him cannot keep facial hair on him, not even fake ones
  • EVER SINCE NEW YORK!! “tell me something i don’t already know” is now stuck in all of our heads
  • again!! with his high notes!!!!! he’s full of raw talent and passion!!
  • he did the kiss hands thing oh my god im deceased
  • HARRY MADE US ALL PROUD
Did I Shave My Legs For This?

Today I witnessed men mocking a woman for having hairy legs and underarms. I have something to say about this.

Firstly, the shaving of legs is a new fashion trend. It was done a bit in the 20′s, but honestly, it wasn’t until the forties that anyone gave a damn. Before that, no one saw your legs, because they wee covered in skirts. Men didn’t even know women HAD legs.

Slight exaggeration, but still quite meaningful.

In the last 70 years, men have gone from not knowing and not caring one bit about female body hair, to completely transforming their ideal feminine counterpart into a hairless model. Men like to tout masculinity as being impervious, but I’ll warrant you, you can watch them evolve with the feedback of marketing scams run on their little mammalian brains.

Did Queen Victoria have shaved legs…well, let’s first establish that yes, she did actually have legs. But were they hairless? During her 60-odd year reign, did she employ some servant to come pluck out her hairs?

Did Queen Elizabeth have hairless legs? 44 years of reign, at the time the longest reigning monarch of British history, but no, you’re right. She probably had the Lady of the Royal Chamber rake on a good lather before she went out in her Spanish farthingale.

Did Cleopatra have a straight razor? Did Helen of Troy? These are two women who literally destroyed nations with their beauty and the lust men had for them. Do you think they had shaved legs? What about their underarms?

Now, yes, there were traditions of removing hair. The Roman women, for example, plucked their hair out of their underarms, but I promise you…no one sat about for hours having their legs plucked with tweezers. And if they did, they had a lot of time and money to spare.

Do you know who Boudicca is? She was an Icenian queen during the first century. She led a rebellion against Roman factions at Londinium. 

Famously, she said, “This is done with the resolve of a woman. Men may live as slaves if they wish.”

She leveled three Roman outposts, well-established settlements. And came to Londinium with an army decked out in stolen Roman arms. They razed the city to the ground with fires so thick that an ash layer still exists in the stria of the City of London to this very day. As she rode through the old city on her chariot, with her Roman spear in hand, poised to launch it through the throat of a fleeing patrician, did she pause her assault to wonder…

Did I shave my legs for this?

As the man fell to the ground, choking on his own blood and the ash from the searing fires, do you think he looked up at this queen, this woman defiant and majestic, and thought, “Ye gods, what hirsuit underarms!”

I wonder how many plucked Roman women were trampled by that carriage.

I wonder if Anne Bonny, the notorious pirate ever was mocked by her male crew for having a fluffy undercarriage.

I wonder if when Annie Oakley, at 15, beat her crackshot future husband at a shooting contest, he looked at her little knees and thought, “Not this one. She’s too furry.”

I wonder if Anne Boleyn was beheaded for wearing a pair of furry britches beneath her skirts.

I wonder, if while He suckled as an infant, resplendent in holy fire and divinity, the newborn Jesus Christ, tucked His wee face to the crook of His Virgin Mother’s arm and let out a squeal at the ghastly sight of her unshaven underarms. Or if when He was installing himself in her abdomen, He gave a moment’s pause to think, “Dear Me, what am I doing, shoving myself into this horribly hairy wench?”

The answer to all of these is…No. Of course not, you fucking idiot.

Body hair exists for a reason, you stupid semi-hairless apes. Don’t you ever wonder why you still have it? I will tell you why. It provides necessary warmth, not just with insulation, but with the way your anatomy functions. Air catches the hairs and lifts them, causing a tickle that forces the follicle to swell into goose flesh, warming the skin through motion. It provides protection from the sun. And in the regions where it is thickest, it guards against the elements, keeps out parasites, and keeps your sensitive areas like your eyes, from being drowned in sweat. It even cushions and reduces the likelihood of heat rashes and chafing in the parts of you that touch. Hair is important. It wasn’t just Sampson who gained strength from it.

And I wonder, if while Sampson was laid low, his power sapped, if he looked up at the gorgeous Delilah with her treacherous shears and thought… “Why didn’t she pluck her eyebrows!”

Power is walking into a room with nothing in hand, and doing just fine.

Beauty is standing as you are, but embodying all that is graceful and powerful about the female condition.

And judging a woman on a trend that is younger then my oldest knee-length hemline is an act of such supreme stupidity and transient masculinity that I cannot even describe how ridiculous I find it. But men are the ones who are rational, yes? Men and all their manly manliness are immune to fads and trends and “girly fashion shit”, right, “bruh”?

Women have hair on their bodies same as you. You seem to do just fine wearing yours. Why do you begrudge her hers?

I say we start a new trend, where females begin to harass the worst offenders for having hairy legs. I shan’t be pleased if in 70 years, I am not seeing all men in shorts looking like the backside of a baby from the knee down. I want to see hordes of women tracking down these men who label a type of deception as beauty, and demanding they carve off their top layer of skin and fur. I want to hear these men who cannot see valor, fortitude, strength, and hair as beautiful, squeak when they walk.

And then I want all humans to embrace that which makes them soft and healthy, and stop rewriting history by turning it into one inglorious quest for vanity.

chewbaccaaah  asked:

Please tell us about the Very Tall Gentelman

Mr. Drossel lives across the street from my parents. He’s about 6′7″, always wears a black stetson hat, black kid leather gloves and long black duster; and looks like a mix between Clint Eastwood, Slenderman, your favorite grandpa and a barn owl. He’s very soft-spoken and perhaps needlessly articulate, but in a very engaging way and I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.

He’s one of the best lawyers in the county and becuase I watched his dog/took care of his garden all the time when I was in middle/highschool and he was consulting for the FBI on something and was thus out of town all the time, he did all my family’s legal work (wills, architecture permits, that dust-up with the school, etc.) at a very steep discount.

His dog was a totally blind, fat little sausage of a Westie named Princess Anistasia.  She has since Passed On, but Mr. Drossel is looking into adopting a new dog, and has apparently been considering a three-legged animal of indeterminate breed but it looks like a small incursion from the Dimension Of Hair.

Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
Smut
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry


It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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♛ —————— FRESH PRINCE OF BEL-AIR SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I’m gonna pop that little zit when I get home. ’
’ You must have been an athlete in your thinner days. ’
’ Hey, hey, lets stick to the topic okay? ’
’ You know, I’d be happy to perscribe something for that. ’
’ Between you and the humpty dance, I’ll have to get a metal plate on my butt. ’
’ Hey, you wanna go to the club with us tonight? ’
’ Well, someone has her/his rude hat on tonight. ’
’ I’m starvin’. When do we eat here? ’
’ I think you’ve been deprived of oxygen at birth. ’
’ You’re the man. I’m just the man behind the man. ’
’ Man, have I told you how thin you’re lookin’ lately? ’
’ How can I forget? He was wearing my purple suit. ’
’ I was going to drop by and check on the, the thing. ’
’ Aren’t you a little overdressed? ’
’ What kind of idiot picks a password no one can guess? ’
’ Then how do you explain becoming a lawyer? ’
’ Excuse me, what’s a nine-letter word for “Terrific?” ’
’ I’m sick of being such a big loser. ’
’ When the press hears about this they’re going to have a field day. ’
’ You know, I was looking through your police file, and bingo! ’
’ Oh wake up, knucklehead. ’
’ Well, you know I never had a good imagination. ’
’ I never even had imaginary friends when I was a kid. ’
’ Ain’t no thang but a chicken wing. ’
’ I noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to put you on notice. ’
’ That’s called prudent planning. ’
’ I’m still exhausted from last night. ’
’ All I asked you to do was a little yard work. ’
’ What’s that hideous thing growing out of your neck? ’
’ Could you drop me off at the beach? ’
’ My fault, man! I must have got the wrong crib. ’
’ I’m sorry! I thought you were all asleep! ’
’ Look, now, everybody calm down. False alarms happen all the time. ’
’ Trust is a very fragile thing… ’
’ I’m as big as a house. All I want to do is lie in bed and eat pie. ’
’ I mean, we must all do our parts to protect the environment. ’
’ Why, I never knew it was such a problem. ’
’ Where should I make a donation? ’
’ You know, ain’t like I’m still five years old, you know? ’
’ Sarcasm? Whatever do you mean? ’
’ Whoa, hold on mister, you’re all over the map! ’
’ Well, you know what they say about guys with big feet. ’
’ Those things are stupid. What does mine say? ’
’ My horoscope says that I’m gonna be a famous rapper with a TV show. ’
’ I’m too ashamed to talk about it, it’s better if I show you… ’
’ You did a porno movie? ’
’ If you’re serious, I could make some calls. ’
’ There’s something I need to tell you. ’
’ I was keeping them in case I needed them… ’
’ How could you be so stupid? ’
’ You know you shouldn’t be messing with drugs! ’
’ Somebody gave them to me at school. ’
’ My son/daughter could have died because of you! ’
’ I got the cake you wanted for the family reunion. ’
’ It’s round, it’s rubber and you’ll never use it! ’
’ You say you want things but you’re never willing to work for it! ’
’ You’re a slacker. You never make the sacrifice. ’
’ Do you remember our first date? ’
’ Well, I think you should run along and play. ’
’ You have no integrity, no decency, and you’re really, really short! ’
’ Come on, I gotta get you to the hospital! ’
’ Something terrible has happened, man! ’
’ I never thought losing my virginity would be this painful! ’
’ Look, you gotta promise you’re not gonna overreact… ’
’ Those pills that you took weren’t vitamins. ’
’ What could be worse than finding out I’m still a virgin? ’
’ Oh, my God. I’m a drug addict and a virgin! ’
’ I don’t touch greasy, disgusting things! ’
’ And for your information, dinner comes first! ’
’ Oh, it’s like that, right? You’re just gonna slam garbage at me! ’
’ I’m going to be watching you like a shadow! ’
’ I love bugs and I love death. I love oozing flesh wounds! ’
’ I have been calling you for fifteen minutes. Didn’t you hear me? ’
’ Did you just put super glue in my hair gel? ’
’ I’m also getting tired of the short jokes. I’m average height. ’
’ If you were me, you’d be good looking. ’
’ You’re not in touch with anybody's feminine side. ’
’ You’re gonna embarrass me when I become the new co-host. ’
‘ It’s not a doll, it’s an action figure! ’
’ I’ve been studying self-defense. ’
’ I’m just trying to recall what it felt like to be fifteen. ’
’ It was so long ago, how could you remember? ’
’ I’m just so upset, I’m saying things I don’t even mean. ’
’ You know something? This is all your fault. ’
’ What is that, like the theme of this family? ’
’ Knowing my luck, I might run into a disgruntled postal worker. ’
’ Y'all know ain’t no little bullet gonna stop me. ’
’ What does that have to do with anything? ’
’ Have you ever crushed any one? ’
’ Y'all come back now, y'hear? ’
’ What do you mean I didn’t get the job? ’
’ Well, you tell those little brats I don’t like them either! ’
’ What does it look like I’m doing? I’m gambling. ’
’ You stole my wallet? How much do we have? ’
’ Um… You a little freaky-deeky, ain’t you? ’
’ I think you’ve been smokin’ a little bit too much of that catnip. ’
’ I’m a little uncomfortable with nudity. ’
’ Oh, for God’s sake, would you leave already? ’
’ Oh, we have to have a special going away dinner for you. ’
’ Well, it’s got ceiling-to-floor doors, and wall-to-wall floors. ’
’ You can’t see my apartment, because I don’t have one. ’
’ That just doesn’t sound right coming from me, does it? ’
’ This is a stick with a snake wrapped around it. ’
’ You ain’t ever gonna change! ’
’ I’m getting the last word! ’
’ You’re not age appropriate for this party. ’
’ Haven’t you learned anything from all of this? ’
’ Doesn’t anyone care about how I feel? ’
’ I never say that. It’s make like a banana and split. ’
’ Come on people, I weigh the same I weighed back in high school. ’
’ I hope you like that system, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot more of it in your life. ’
Dangerous Things Can Be Thrilling

Request: “any chance i (and everyone too) can be blessed with some angry, jealous sex with kylo??”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT!

There was nothing more frustrating than seeing your smiling face accompanied by a flash of ginger hair. Nothing more infuriating than hearing your laugh, followed by that obnoxious, tight tone he lightened only in favour of you. With a sharp frown weighing on his brow, Kylo watched in agony as you once again dismissed his presence in favour of sharing a joke with Hux, your usually serious expression so airy and effortless as you conversed with him. Kylo didn’t know whether he wanted to stab Hux or you, didn’t know where the true anger lay. He knew the betrayal he felt was all you though, all you with your ceaseless heavenly smile, given free of charge to the man he so deeply hated.

To him, Hux was a perfect representation of everything he hated about the First Order. You were everything he loved about it. Hux was the official side; the endless droning of orders in his ear, the emotionless duty that was expected of him. You were freedom; a hired mercenary that did the dirty work with the grace of a lightsaber and the force of a Mandalorian rifle. You were empathy, sincerity, the only thinking, feeling human in a sea of pitiless drones. You understood mistakes, and most importantly, you understood him. Or at least he thought you did, because you should know that talking with Hux in such a close vicinity to himself was not a good move.

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A Couple That Games Together

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Authors: @ninja-stiles & @mf-despair-queen

Words: 6551

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.

Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.


Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


It all started in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky, sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.

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Cat Nap

Originally posted by grayground

Cat Nap
[Gray comes home to see you asleep in his bed.]

After a long work shift, you found yourself dragging your feet, dreading the commute home. You had to take two buses and climb up six flights of stairs just to get to make it to your creaky bed. Maybe it was time to just flip the mattress? But who actually had time for that?

Instead of heading home you found yourself stopping off in Hongdae. Just a few blocks from the station was your boyfriends apartment. You were completely on autopilot as you made your way to his unit. Typing in his key code and dropping your bag by the door. Slipping your shoes and your jacket off you padded into his room and sank down on his bed. Sunghwa was always a little over the top when it came to decorative blankets and pillows and as much as you teased him for it, you adored how comfortable it made his bed. 

It was like sleeping on a cloud. It never creaked, the springs didn’t hurt your back. And on top of it all, it smelled like him. His cologne mixed with his natural scent and it was just so welcoming. You weren’t in bed two minutes before you were whisked off to a deep sleep. 

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hidoionna  asked:

I miss your hiccstrid drabbles. Can you make some if you have time? Lol thankyou :*

Unbound

Hiccup knew Astrid’s body well before they married.

For many awkward years he knew it through unbridled staring: he’d lurk in the forge and map her figure in his mind’s eyes as she developed. It filled him with shame and lust and then more shame. An early adolescence of self-loathing and want.

Then he knew her eyes. Blue, like the southern seas; like the rockless beds of the Waterlands. He had caught her attention in the worst way. They would pin him with a narrow, dark stare full of judgement and disappointment. Exasperation. The occasional amusement.

Her hands were next. First, shoving, pulling, grabbing, throwing. Angry, frustrated, and fed up. They became fond – seemingly overnight – and he memorized how the pads of her fingers felt against his neck, the feel of her scratchy, moist palm clamped against his, the nails that drew patterns through his scalp.

He learned of her lips, easy to grin and easy to scowl, and oh so warm and sweet. How they would deliver kisses, pithy and drawing, unexpected and well-deserved. How they felt on his shoulders, and on his chest, and on his thighs.

When the time came, he soaked in the weight of her. In his arms, pressed to his body, surrounding him. He witnessed her scars and her freckles and the strength of her core and her fleshy hips and the honey blonde hair ornamenting her body. He fell in love with every piece of her, well before and long after they married.

But never had he been intimate with her whilst her hair was down. Racket meetings on foreign islands, overstepping bounds in moments of privacy, quick and desperate unions on Berk soil… all of them with her braids frayed and loosened, but clearing her face.

Once, by accident, he had seen her with her hair down, and it was an intimate, blessed moment, but a moment he wouldn’t get to repeat until their wedding.

Even now Hiccup stared, a week after consummation, as Astrid ran a brush through her crimped locks in the early dawn. They had nearly three weeks left of hjunottsmanathr, but Hiccup was becoming painfully aware that this would be a rare occurrence for him; he may possibly be the first Night Owl chief and his wife – his traditional, Hooligan wife – was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise sort of gal. Their hours had aligned for the time being, but all too soon duty and habit would come calling.

He vowed in the first couple days that he would use the month to revel in her unbound hair. He would drink in the excitement of having the loose, golden fall brush over him, to witness it splayed across pillows and cascading down her shoulders. He’d even take it now: calm and still, soaking up the morning light as bone teeth ran through her tangles over and over.

His arm reached out and his fingers brushed the heavy mane. Astrid slowed her strokes.

“Hey,” she greeted.

“Hey.” His focus remained on her hair, threading his fingers through the long cut even as his peripheral acknowledged she tried to catch his eye. If he stared long enough, he’d find a pattern to her highlights. Already he tried to gauge its weight, how heavy it felt, thick between his knuckles. There was so much of it he thought it a task in itself to keep it bound.

“I was thinking of trying some new braids…” she let the comment trail and the heat of her scrutiny prickled sharper than the morning sun on his cheek.

“Don’t,” came his immediate response. A moment later he added, “I mean, wait. Please.” He didn’t feel like elaborating further; she was baiting him into banter he didn’t feel like participating in.

Astrid hadn’t bothered tying her hair up since their wedding. He’d sorely miss it when the braids returned. She looked young, fresh, and something of the girl Hiccup had admired from afar – like a beautiful stranger. Except she was his wife now. Perhaps that stemmed his fascination.

He swiped his fingers along her neck as he gathered the mass in one hand. He raked his nails through it, watching as curled strands escaped to rest against exposed, freckled shoulders. He could do this. He could touch her hair, unbound. A small, young part of Hiccup marveled, because ten years ago this very experience was something he hadn’t dare imagine.

Astrid hummed. “If you keep touching my hair, I’ll have to wash it again.”

Hiccup traced the shell of her ear, drawing in wisps.

“Well, it has been about a week, hasn’t it?”

“I hadn’t been keeping track.”

“Nor me,” Hiccup lied, and placed a kiss to the top of her head, where wild, fair strands could kiss his cheeks in return.

After the heartbreak, I promised to never be that girl again.
I fulfilled the cliche-
I cut my hair short.
Something to mark a new beginning.
I got a tattoo with no real significance.
Most things in life don’t make sense anyways.
I moved further away from my parents and it was more than a metaphor.
I’ve learned that life is harder without the people who love you and returned to sleep in the bed that held me far longer than you ever did.
I don’t miss you anymore.
You still act weird around me, sit in the corner of a room and pretend that I do not exist.
Some days it feels as if I don’t.
There is no one here to love me like I deserve to be loved.
My voice is still not loud enough to be heard over all the background noise.
My friends are fixated on superficial things.
A love that doesn’t last.
A party last weekend where they fooled themselves into thinking alcohol tastes better when you are hurting and fell asleep on the couch of a stranger.
This is a measurement of how much ache we fail to acknowledge.
How many things we kick underneath our doormats just to prove that there is a way to keep moving forward.
If there is a way to keep moving forward,
for me, it has never looked like this.
Tattoo AU Headcanons

by @wonder-rangers @trinisgayforkimberly @katedisun and @penvision

- Trini and Billly work in a tattoo parlor called ‘the pit’ next to a Krispy Kreme where Zack somehow got promoted to assistant manager

- Trini is not a morning person, at all, (never mind that 'the pit’ opens at 11) so she always stops at Krispey Kreme on the way in to pick up her and Billy’s usual from Zack

- Zack mentions that the little shop next door has finally sold (after greeting her way too enthusiastically)

- Trini half listens as he goes on about flowers and a girl in pink

- It doesn’t click until the next morning when she sees a guy unloading bushels and bushels of plants from a truck

- A girl in a pink tank top steps out to help him and Trini almost walks into a parking meter

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Metempsychosis, 1.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Immortal!AU, Reincarnation!AU + Slight Soulmate!AU / Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Being everlasting certainly has its perks, but loving someone who does not have that privilege and reborn continually is not one of them.

Count: 2838 words.

Note: Thank you, @dimplecoups, for being in my inner circle and reading it over. This will be a three part series, and is told in Jimin’s POV.

Metempsychosis

And yet by death did life procure.

Various of theories are justificatory weaved in regards to our existence—that we either originated from a spiritual entity or created by a grand phenomenon. In the circumstance of a unique individual, he was produced by both; stars run in his veins for he is the embodiment of the galaxies, ethereal in every way. An enigma, some would say, yet was he truly a complex being? For the span of four hundred years, he had witnessed all that history could offer, but there was an uncomplicated reason for his melancholy: where was his moon? Where was his sun and stars, the one who was his celestial beloved? Surely, he was not meant to roam alone.

Or was he?

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Things I learnt from that episode

1) Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones are precious souls who need to be protected at all costs

2) Betty Cooper is in fact in love with Jughead Jones and doesn’t care who knows it

3) Jughead Jones is in love with Betty Cooper, he doesn’t even have to say it you can see it in how he acts

4) Varchie need to think before they act on something purely based on instinct which they know could hurt their friends (hell I already knew this)

5) FP is the OG daddy (already knew this too) who in fact looks better with facial hair (new information)

6) Mama cooper is the she devil again (she took a few episodes off)

7) I never want to witness Jughead crying again in my lifetime

8) DID I MENTION BETTY AND JUGHEAD ARE IN LOVE?!????!?!????

Cracked

Requested: Yes!! by Anon

Summary: Reader (she/her) is fairly shy and keeps to herself, and Richie tries his best to get her to open up and usually fails until now. Then he falls hard and in love.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Female! Reader

Warnings!: Richie’s swearing, and nothing else I think

A/N: first request heck yeah. and sorry it’s a bit different, I made it more subtly trying to open up the reader.

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(Y/N) sat uncomfortably while the Losers talked amongst each other, Richie rambling on about how New Kids On The Block wasn’t as good as A-Ha. In your opinion, A-Ha was just another band, but Richie was hell-bent on his thought.

“I’m just saying! A-Ha is totally better, Ben,” Richie shrugged with his arms crossed. Ben opened his mouth to snap back with his opinion, but pushing the glasses kid any farther would make him continue with talking. No one likes a rambling Richie, except you. You see, Richie was loud-mouthed, sure. But you were hopelessly infatuated with him and no one really expected it, so thought it was you just being nice. 

You’d never dare speak to him in fear of saying the wrong thing or fainting from the pressure. He was loud but sweet, funny but somewhat offensive, and adorable but not yours. In any situation, he’d look to you for a laugh. You never laughed but you only wished you could. 

“Am I right, (Y/N)?” Richie looked to you and had a grin spread across his face like a dork. You tensed up and shriveled back from his gaze, trying desperately to disappear and for him to turn to someone else. Though, you really enjoyed the thought of him looking to you for back up and help. “(Y/N)?”

“Um,” You felt like speaking made your face hotter and more flushed. Clearing your throat, you replied, “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You let out a sigh of relief as he turned to the others with his grin wider than before. To be honest, it was funny how you were scared of him but loved him anyway. 

“See? I told you, (Y/N) agrees with me! New Kids suck dick,” Richie’s nose crinkled as he cackled to himself like a starting engine or motor. In the Losers’ minds, he was a motor. His mouth ran off and was hard to stop, especially when it was about you. “I mean, who wouldn’t agree with me? A-Ha has some fire shit, like Take On Me? That’s fucking everything.” 

You crinkled your nose and laughed quietly, but Richie noticed and turned to you with a bright and sweet grin. He gave a thumbs up and turned back to joke off to the others. Your face turned bright red and burned viciously.

Ben looked over at you with a confused smile, “Are you sick? Your face is red.” You shook your head and looked down at your fumbling hands. You could hear Richie joking about Eddie’s new hairstyle that day, puffed up curls that were unruled and untamed.

“What happened to you, Eds? Your mom do your hair or something? Did your hair catch a disease or something?” 

Eddie gasped and held his fluffy hair down, “For your information, hair cannot catch a disease, okay? And no, my mom doesn’t do my hair. I gel my hair down every day but today I ran out! I do everything myself, geez.” Richie snorted and prepared a comeback before you instinctively replied.

“Like your mom?”

Eddie gasped louder and almost snapped at you before Richie cut him off with a loud laugh. He burst out into a fit of giggles while your face burned brightly. 

“(Y-Y/N)? W-wuh-wow.” Bill watched you in shock, as did everyone else. Never in your years of knowing them, did you ever have a comeback because you were always too shy. Now, it was only a spaz in the moment. 

“I, um, I’m sorry,” You slouched back and tried to hide your face in your hands. Beverly sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. She’d usually do this since you two were friends before the Losers Club.

“That was–”

Beverly was cut off by Richie pushing her to the side and sitting next to you closely, his eyes bright with awe and amazement. He placed his hands on your shoulders and stared you in the eyes with his enlarged ones. “That was fucking amazing!”

You stared at him with the same awe, he was directly in front of you, your crush, and praising you. Hell, you were in Heaven. Well, Heaven was anytime you were around him.

“Jesus Christ, why don’t you just kiss her already, Richie?” Stanley looked up from his miniature booklet of found birds, an annoyed frown carved heavily into his features. Your face immediately lit up when Richie cussed him out and leaned forward towards you. 

You closed your eyes tightly and the two of you leaned towards each other in a long and awkward kiss. Richie raised his hands to your cheeks and pulled you closer. 

You could hear Beverly scoff and pull Richie away from you, “Okay, okay. Enough. We get it.” Richie smiled at you with dreamy eyes, his eyes half-lidded while he smiled dorkily.

“Score,” He cracked a grin and made your face flush once again. Your heart skipped a beat while he gave you a double thumbs up like an idiot.

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BFF’s

Business and Pleasure - Part 8

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“What happened to us, James?”

He was silent then, shrugging off his jacket before running a hand through his hair. “We used to be best friends…”


You stiffened at that statement, shaking your head and biting your lip. He was wrong. Hearing him say that sent a sharp pain through your chest. “No. No. Bucky was my best friend, not…not you.”

He stared at you, carefully studying your face. “Uh, Y/N? Did you hit your head on something? Are you okay? Did you drink too much? You do realize that I’m Bucky, right?”

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