don't judge someone

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.

Does anybody else find it extremely sexy to see Kakashi not wearing his gloves? Like I am a huge gloves fan, especially fingerless. But this man has about 95% of his body covered at all times. So to see him without gloves on is the sexual equivalent to men seeing woman’s ankles in the 1800′s. 

Just a few hand appreciation pictures to follow…

I feel so homesick right now… so I took my homesickness and gave it to Lance bc thinking about how homesick Lance must be somehow made me feel happier for a second before I started crying bc he must feel it at least 10x worse bc I know I’ll see them soon and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see his family again

Sorry if there are any typos, I can barely see through my tears

-at the garrison it was somehow different. he wasn’t with his family, but he knew he’d get to see them around the holidays and such things, plus skyping or texting or calling

-he still missed them and so he thought he knew what homesickness felt like: a tiny squeeze of your heart and a whispered voice reminding you of your family, but still fairly easy to ignore with the smallest distractions

-even then, if things got really bad for him at school he knew the worst they could do was send him back to his family, who would still accept him even if he was kicked out

-and then he was pulled into a giant space war

-which, unlike the garrison or literally any other school, has his schedule entirely unplanned

-was he going to eat breakfast tomorrow or were they going to have to fight something? was Allura going to surprise them with a crazy drill that they’d have to suffer through? was Hunk going to wake up later than usual and cause to Coran decide to make them disaster food? if he slept in, would the team let him sleep til lunch? who knows

-was he even going to live long enough to see his family? if Zarkon attacked earth, would they know? would they be able to stop him? what if his family is already dead? for all Lance knew, he could die in his sleep, but Allura dismissed him and said they couldn’t visit earth yet

-he has so much more time to think of things and at first he thought that would make him would feel better, but it doesn’t

-instead he notices that he can’t remember the way his sister parted her her hair, or where the freckle on his brother’s face was or if there even was one. he can’t quite remember the tune to the song his mother always sang, or the way his dad’s face lit up as he came home from his late shift at work only to find that everyone had stayed up late just to see him walk through the door

-his first thought is that it didn’t matter, that those were only the small things

-but then he noticed that he could barely breathe

-he was gasping and his lungs felt like they were full of cotton, his eyes stung as he tried not to cry, his head pounding out his erratic heartbeat. his hands and feet felt numb, his arms and legs like jelly. he felt nauseous too, and bile stung his throat as his mouth went completely dry. his heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest viciously

-he tried to think of something else, anything else, but now his head was screaming everything he must be missing back at home

-does his sister still make cookies every saturday? does his brother still pick flowers on his way home from school? does his mom still make ridiculous cards for him and his siblings? does his dad still insist that they take pictures everyday?

-do they think he’s dead?

-at this point Lance just needs to get out. he’s scared and just hopes that distracting himself will still work because it’s the only thing he could think of

-so he walks right down into the dining room where the rest of the team is and starts talking

-the others talk back, and everything goes back to normal for Lance

-but the longer he’s away from his family, the more often this occurs, until it’s a habit to just talk to everyone every time he has someone to talk to

-he talked to the paladins, he talked to the alteans, he talked to Blue (and any other lion, although he couldn’t tell if they were listening or not)

-and eventually the others found him to be more and more annoying

-which sucks, because he needs them more than ever now, because now everything he does reminds him of home

-bathing, eating, sleeping, practicing, laughing, even talking

-and there are things he never did in space like fighting, training, or using crazy machines, but it just helped remind him that he’s doing them because he’s not at home

-Lance wants to tell them, but no one else talks about being homesick so he decides he has to stay strong

-they all say he’s annoying (wether or not they mean it) so he slowly gets quieter and basically loses his only coping mechanism but no one seems to notice how much worse he’s getting

-they don’t notice how quiet he is now either, until he says something and someone asks him if he knows how to shut up before they realize that that was the first time they had heard him speak in days

-they see his face fall and his eyes fill with tears, and now they notice his eye bags and the way he seems to be ready to fall over at any given second

-they don’t say anything however, because they aren’t very social and don’t know what to say (only Hunk and Coran seem to have any skills socially, but they wouldn’t be telling Lance to shut up in the first place so it’s safe to say whoever said it wouldn’t be a feelings expert)

-so they leave it alone. Lance was probably just tired lately for some reason but they won’t make him go to sleep because they figure he’ll be fine (again, pretty sure Hunk and Coran are the only ones who know what sleeping is)

-they’re too lost in thought to notice Lance leave the room gasping for air

-they’re too busy moving on to notice that Lance won’t be fine

please don’t ever laugh at someone at the gym who’s lifting very little amounts of weight, or running only a little bit on the treadmill. don’t make fun of someone for putting a machine at the lowest weight or only bench pressing the bar (it’s already 45 lbs on its own). don’t laugh at the people who are just starting out or who physically can’t do too much weights or running or pull ups or squats or whatever. Everyone has to start somewhere

power rangers + name meanings

mysticdaddies  asked:

I seen yours tags and I really wanna braid his hair as well.... so.... I'm sorry... but .... can I request a HC where Shingen falls asleep in MCs lap and he wakes up to his hair perfectly braided 😭

You know… I thought about this for a really long time… But I cannot figure out a position in which Shingen has his head on MC’s lap and yet she’s able to reach all his hair. Unless he’s facedown with the top of his head touching her stomach?? But that seems like a massively uncomfortable position in which to braid anything so let’s just pretend I didn’t spend far too long thinking about the details of such a situation

MC braiding Shingen’s hair

  • Shingen likes to lie with his head in MC’s lap and let her cosset him
  • she removes his hair tie and runs her fingers through his hair gently, combing out any snarls or tangles she finds
  • it’s soothing and calming and really nice to have all that pressure off his scalp
  • it’s a warm evening so he eventually dozes off
  • when he wakes up, she’s fingering his bangs as though trying to figure out what to do with them
  • he raises his hand to cover hers and realizes that there’s something odd going on with his hair
  • he pats at it in puzzlement while she laughs
  • eventually pulls out a mirror and shows him
  • he has become a pretty pretty princess with the cutest side braid ever 
  • he thinks it’s funny and asks her to teach him how to braid so that he can do her hair too even though it’s canon that this man can’t do a simple fucking ponytail and needs someone else to tie his hair up
Exploration leads to desire

Castiel’s delightful groans sent a plea out in the air. As a human, he’s gotten accustomed to waking up with a tent in the sheets, but until now, he always ignored it since it seemed to settle down once he got in the shower. However when he felt his hand brush the tip as he moved to get out of bed, a heat spread throughout, igniting a creative part of his brain that made him see the sweat-covered torso of a certain hunter. Castiel ran his palm over the top of his erection that seemed to be leaking out a slippery substance. Letting out an involuntary shudder, Cas decided to explore this odd pleasure. Sure, Cas has lived long enough to know humans received pleasure during reproduction, but Cas wasn’t mating with anyone. Not that he would mind, certainly another lending hand could maybe tease him cock with gentle strokes while they kissed.

Again, for some reason, a certain hunter’s body came to mind. Except he wasn’t wearing the usual attire Castiel was familiar with. The flannel shirt was gone, and so were his jeans. Whatever was underneath those could certainly stimulate Cas more than his mere fingers can. But he can try.

Cas groaned as he turned over to his side, suddenly finding the feel of his sheets pressing tightly against his cock exhilarating and needing more. He ended up on his stomach with only a small space left underneath him as he began to thrust upwards, mumbling ‘fuck’ when he felt the friction sent another shiver through him.
Somehow, this still wasn’t enough for him, he still felt alone, there was nothing underneath him that he was thrusting up into. No tight hole or small whimpers from a lover.

Cas gripped his spare pillow and shoved it underneath him. He gasped when he began to move his hips. Finally, it felt like he was fucking something. As a compromise for his other need, Castiel began to wonder what sort of sounds Dean would make if it was him he was pounding. That man could be taught a good lesson now if Castiel was granted an hour alone with him in a room. A lesson in maybe appreciating Cas more, and learning how to satisfy his newfound needs.

The room filled with strings of profanity curled around Dean’s name. Cas’ grinding began to feel unbearable as it left him frustrated. A pressure was building, he could feel how close he was, to what? Who knows. But he knew he needed a release, so he let his mind wander. To an image of Dean in the shower he had once caught a glimpse of. He had flown in to Dean’s room only a while after he heard his prayer since he was, of course, busy, and searched for Dean to find him in the bathroom. Cas had startled Dean with his low-voiced greeting. When Dean peeked around the shower curtain to face Cas, more than what he intended to show was seen by the Angel.

He’s seen Dean’s wet hair pressed down against his face as small water droplets fell from his chin. His tanned torso still had streams of water falling down it. If only Cas had stepped a bit over to the left, then he would’ve been able to witness something even greater. His mind began to draw in what he couldn’t see at the time, based on his looks when he wore clothes. Behind that curtain was Dean’s glorious cock that was probably dripping water from his sweet, pink tip.

Just the thought had made Castiel’s thrusts turn rough, he was beginning to pound his whole being into that pillow. He cried out, begging Dean to let him suck that tip of his. And as he would, he’d hear Dean’s satisfied noises reach his ears. At this, Castiel froze, letting a blazing heat run through him and out his cock. He gave a few half-hearted thrusts after, shuddering as he continued to ride his orgasm.

Satisfied, and worn out, Cas slumped down but removed the now soaked pillow that only teased his sensitive cock. Cas panted out a name, again, as a prayer to a not-so-Angellike hunter.

Imagine Woozi helping you out when you’re doing chores because he knows how easily distracted you get when you’re cleaning.

I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touch your hearts. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are.

Nataša Marković | 16, cis
Swimmer | Department of Athletics

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So apparently, this crossover is illegal amongst fans.

(oh btw this one has sound)

Cheesy coffee shop au ➣ Jily

 “Excuse me, sorry, but you’re sitting in my seat…" 

"Your…what? Everywhere else is full and I didn’t realise you had the monopoly on tables in here”

“I don’t, it’s just that I normally sit there”

“Well grab a seat and sit down then, ginger. No one’s stopping you.”