don't make fun of me you know he was hot when he was younger

I'm so much happier ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š now that I'm dead๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€. Technically ๐Ÿค”missing๐Ÿ•ต. Soon to be presumed dead๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€. Gone๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป. And my lazy ๐Ÿ’ค lying ๐Ÿ˜ˆ shitting ๐Ÿ’ฉ oblivious ๐Ÿ™„husband ๐Ÿ’‘ will go to prison ๐Ÿš“ for my murder ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money๐Ÿ’ฐ. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช you have to have discipline๐Ÿ’ช. You befriend a local idiot๐Ÿ’. Harvest the details ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ“ of her hundrum life and cram her with stories ๐Ÿ“š about your husband's ๐Ÿ’‘ violent temper ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก. Secretly create some money ๐Ÿ’ฐ troubles: credit cards ๐Ÿ’ณ, perhaps online gambling๐Ÿ’ป♠๏ธ♣๏ธ♥๏ธ♦๏ธ. With the help of the unwitting๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป, bump upโฌ†๏ธโฌ†๏ธ your life insurance๐Ÿ’ต. Purchase getaway car๐Ÿš˜. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash๐Ÿ’ต. You need to package ๐ŸŽ yourself so that people will truly mourn ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ your loss. And America ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ loves ♥๏ธ pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถwomen ๐Ÿšบ. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy ๐Ÿ‘ถ. First, drain your toilet๐Ÿšฝ. Invite pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ idiot ๐Ÿ’ into your home ๐Ÿ  and ply her with lemonade ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹. Steal ๐Ÿค— pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ idiot's ๐Ÿ’ urine ๐Ÿšฝ. Voilà! ๐ŸŽ‰ A pregnany is now part of your legal medical record ๐Ÿ—ƒ. Happy Aniversary๐Ÿ’‘๐ŸŽ‰. Wait for your clueless โ” husband ๐Ÿ’‘ to start his day ๐Ÿ“†. Off he goes... ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป and the clock is ticking โฑ. Meticulously stage ๐ŸŽญ your crime scene ๐Ÿ•ต with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt ๐Ÿค”. You need to bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. A lot๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰. A lot, a lot๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’‰. The head wound ๐Ÿค• kind of bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. A crime scene ๐Ÿ•ต kind of bleed ๐Ÿ’‰. You need to clean; poorly๐Ÿ‘Ž, like he ๐Ÿ’‘ would. Clean and bleed ๐Ÿ’‰, bleed ๐Ÿ’‰ and clean. And leave a Little something behind: a fire ๐Ÿ”ฅin July๐Ÿ“†? And because you're you๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿผ, you don't ๐Ÿšซ stop there. You need a diary ๐Ÿ“’. Minimum three hundred 3๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ entries ๐Ÿ“ on the Nick and Amy ๐Ÿ’‘ story ๐Ÿ’ญ. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Nick and Amy to be likable๐Ÿ’–. After that, you invent. The spending๐Ÿ’ธ, the abuse๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ฅ, the fear๐Ÿ˜ฑ, the threat of violence๐Ÿ”ช. And Nick thought he was the writer๐Ÿ“... burn it๐Ÿ”ฅ, just the right amount. Make sure the cops ๐Ÿ‘ฎ will find it ๐Ÿ•ต. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure ๐Ÿ’Ž hunt. And if I get everything right โžก๏ธ, the world ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ will hate ๐Ÿ˜ก Nick for killing ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช his beautiful ๐Ÿ˜‡, pregnant ๐Ÿ‘ถ wife ๐Ÿ’‘. And after all the outrage ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water ๐ŸŒŠ with a handful โœ‹๐Ÿป of pills ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’Š and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿผ, they'll know: Nick Dunne ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป dumped his beloved ๐Ÿ’‘ like garbage ๐Ÿšฎ, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšบ. Then Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป will die ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ’€ too. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป and Amy ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿผ will be gone ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป, but then we never really existed. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป loved a girl ๐Ÿšบ I was pretending to be. "Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". Men ๐Ÿšน always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is hot ๐Ÿ”ฅ. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is game ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฎ. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ is fun ๐ŸŽ‰. Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ never ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ gets angry ๐Ÿ˜ก at her man ๐Ÿšน. She only smiles โ˜บ๏ธ in a chagrined, loving ๐Ÿ’• manner. And then presents her mouth ๐Ÿ‘„ for fucking ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘Œ. She likes ๐Ÿ‘ what he likes ๐Ÿ‘, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘“ who loves โค๏ธ fetish Manga ๐Ÿ“š. If he likes girls gone wild ๐Ÿ‘™, she's a mall ๐Ÿ› babe who talks football ๐Ÿˆ and endures buffalo wings ๐Ÿ— at Hooters ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆ. When I met Nick Dunne ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป I knew he wanted "Cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax๐Ÿ•ฏ-stripped my pussy ๐Ÿ˜ฝ raw. I drank canned beer ๐Ÿบ watching Adam Sandler ๐Ÿ’ฉ movies ๐Ÿ“ผ. I ate cold โ„๏ธ pizza ๐Ÿ• and remained a size ๐Ÿ‘— two 2๏ธโƒฃ. I blew him ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ‘„, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game ๐ŸŽฒ๐ŸŽฎ. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness โ˜€๏ธ, a humor๐Ÿ˜‚, an ease. But I made him smarter ๐Ÿค“. Sharper. I inspired him to rise โฌ†๏ธ to my level. I forged the man ๐Ÿšน of my dreams ๐Ÿ’ญ. We were happy ๐Ÿ˜Š pretending to be other people. We were the happiest ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š couple ๐Ÿ‘ซ we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ the happiest ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š? But Nick ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป got lazy ๐Ÿ’ค. He became someone I did not ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ agree to marry ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผ. He actually expected me to love โค๏ธ him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿšซ, to the navel of this great country ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ and found himself a newer, younger ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿผ, bouncier cool ๐Ÿ˜Ž girl ๐Ÿšบ. You think I'd let him destroy ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž me and end up happier ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š than ever? No ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšซfucking way. He doesn't โŒ get to win ๐Ÿ†. My cute โ˜บ๏ธ, charming ๐Ÿ˜‰, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. He needed to learn ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“š. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด work ๐Ÿ’ช for things. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด pay ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ต. Grown-ups ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ด suffer consequences ๐Ÿ˜–.
Bitty Has A Fanclub

What if Bitty and Jack came out before the end of Bitty’s senior year. And basically SMH games are attended by a fuckin’ brigade of gay hockey fans who are stoked as hell that the hot blond one is One Of Us and beyond thrilled at the ZimmerBittle narrative that’s played out on ESPN and in the Swallow and across social media. 

They’ve followed the team this whole time ofc but they just go wild the week the news breaks. They show up to an away game decked the fuck out. This is a nice counterpoint to the tiny knot of deplorables protesting outside the arena. Bitty forgets all about the awful signs they saw coming off the bus, because the self-styled Samwell Hockey Gays / Official Eric Bittle Fan Club have a ginormous rainbow flag which they’re basically using as a huge communal cape and signs that read “YO, CALL ME ERIC BITTLE!” and “HE CAN PLAY” and “OH CAPTAIN OUR CAPTAIN” with a really cute rendering of Bitty on it.

Jack comes to one of Bitty’s last home games and has a really weird exchange while he’s waiting for the bathroom. A guy wearing a #15 shirsey keeps giving him the side eye, and then when Jack is leaving the restrooms a few minutes later, the same guy engages Jack in a confusing conversation that somehow involves thanking Jack for “having the guts to be the first out player in the NHL” while also delivering a shovel talk the likes of which Jack has never experienced. The words “Eric Bittle is a perfect human being” actually leave this kid’s mouth and while Jack agrees, he’s pretty sure Bitty doesn’t know this guy—

“Oh, bro,” Nursey says later at the after-kegster. “You met a Samwell Hockey Gay. The Bitty Brigade, my friend. They’re literally all in love with Bitty and there’re like three of them who are obsessed with Tango, don’t ask. Anyway, that fucker who checked Bits last month?”

“At Brown?”

“Chyeah. Those guys drove to Brown and destroyed that guy’s car with shaving cream and shit.”

Jack blinks.

“Oh!” Chowder chimes in to their left. “Are we talking about the SHG’s? They’re so nice! They watch all of Bitty’s videos and sometimes they bring snacks to kegsters!”

Dex snorts on the right. “They’re terrifying. There’s a couple girls, too. They were Lardo fanatics, apparently, and they just sort of joined up with the Bitty Brigade last year. Vicious in the stands. I heard one of them dumped a basket of nachos over some guy’s head for calling Lardo a puck bunny one time.”

“Huh,” Jack says. The four of them stand there, leaning against the wall with their red cups in hand, and watch as Bitty comes down from a kegstand across the room. He gets his feet under him without so much as a stumble and laughs as he’s slapped on the back by a loyal group of tadpoles and the even younger guys he calls Frogs the Third. 

There’s a tall, dark-haired guy standing by, clearly waiting to chat with Bitty. Bitty grins and his cheeks are flushed from being upside down and a little tipsy. Tall Guy leans down to say something in Bitty’s ear. Jack clears his throat and pushes off the wall. “I’m just gonna—”

Dex snorts again. “Uh huh.” 

Jack makes his way across the room so he can just sort of stand behind and slightly to the left of Bitty, aiming for casual, supportive. He’s a casual, supportive boyfriend, here to make sure no one is bothering anybody. He notes that he’s at least an inch taller than that guy, and drinks his soda, satisfied. 

Later, he’ll mention the fan club and Bitty will look at him with absolutely zero comprehension. 

“Uh,” Jack tries. “The Samwell Hockey Gays? Or, I guess the Bitty Brigade? It’s like a thing.”

Bitty giggles and gives Jack a drunken slap on the shoulder. “Oh it is not, don’t be silly.”

So anyway, after Bitty graduates, the Samwell Hockey Gays will occasionally make a quick trip up to Providence to check out a Falconer game, blow off some steam, and maybe catch a glimpse of their (recently engaged) idol in the family section. Half of them are Zimmermann fans, and the other half eventually, grudgingly, come around to not hating him on principle (”Does he even KNOW how lucky he is?”) HE DOES, GUYS! 

The Tony Tangredi Faction takes off like a rocket and flourishes in the space Bitty leaves behind, much to Whiskey’s dismay. 

The end! 

Why I don't ship Valduggery:

Please don’t shout at me or anything….

-I find it hard to believe Skulduggery, someone who was married and had a child, would be okay with dating someone he has known since she was 12.

-I mean, Skulduggery wouldn’t have been okay with someone 300+ years older going out with his kid????

-Yeah, Val is technically and adult now, but she’s going to look 18 for the next 50 years.

-And although that doesn’t effect her maturity, people have issues with some relationships in real life that use the excuse, “yeah she look young but she ACTS older”.

-And though she is an adult she has known Skul since she was 12, and if they dated I wouldn’t be able to re-read the books without the thought in my head that Skul was “waiting” for her to grow up.

-That idea freaks me out because it makes the happy, goofy, friendship they had seem almost creepy?? And IT SHOULDN’T ITS WONDERFUL.

-I want to be able to re-read the phrase “his arm encircled her waist” during the time Val was 15/16 without cringing or wrinkling my nose.

-Literally 20000% of Val and Skul’s ‘gang’ wouldn’t be okay with it????

-China? Hate it. Would take it personally. Tanith? Probably pissed off. Ghastly? Would probably not talk to Skul anymore. Gordon? Very, very, angry. Val’s parents? RUN. The remaining Dead Men? They had issues with Skulduggery taking 12 year old Val along as a PARTNER.

-I could just see Skul and Val losing all of their allies and friends because of their romance.

-Valkyrie had a problem with Caelan’s age. The difference between Skul and Val is significantly higher than the Caelan-Val age gap.

-Imagine being young again and not knowing what shipping is. Imagine your 12 year old self finding out Valduggery is canon, and being entirely freaked out about it, because to you, dating someone you know now but will be old enough to date in a decade or so is just…repulsive???

-Imagine 12 year old Valkyrie knowing what was going to happen.

-BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN PLATONIC PARTNERSHIPS SHOULD NOT BE THROWN AWAY WILLY NILLY. Where else have you seen an interesting, different gender, huge age gap, long lasting since childhood, platonic relationship in fiction? Where have you seen it so healthy and based upon mutual respect? WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO GET RID OF SOMETHING SO RARE AND TURN IT INTO SOMETHING SEEN EVERYWHERE??

-Valkyrie’s “I love you.” was SO MUCH MORE than a romantic confession! It was years of built up friendship and trust and dependency, whilst annoying each other, laughing at each other, making sure the other one was okay.

-Platonic I love you’s are SO IMPORTANT! So goddamn important! And should be represented without people talking it as a sign.

-If Alice grew up and was 18 Valkyrie would NOT let her little sister date someone that much older than her. Just saying.

-I just can’t get over the thought of my view on Skulduggery being turned on its head because I feel like he’s been waiting for this 12 year old to grow up. I’d be shocked, I’d be sad, I’d be MAD.

-And yeah Skul may just realise he “likes” Val in “that way” now that she’s older, BUT I like to think he has a stronger moral principle than that. He’s a logical, reasonable, and should be able to put any feelings like that aside in order to protect what him and Val have.

-Not even Vincent Foe, the murderous Nihilist, could justify dating Valkyrie when she was 16 (ish) in The End of the World: “She’s a fine looking girl. If I was a few hundred years younger, I’d be in there like a shot, believe you me.”

-Yeah Val was underage at the time but it still shows how sorcerers treat the significant age gap thing.

-I just don’t know. It would ruin the friendship for me and make me sad.

-The reason why I love SP is because it doesn’t revolve around romance. The romance in SP is like whipped cream on a hot chocolate; not necessary but you’re going to devour it anyway. The romance in SP is complimentary, and was never meant to be the theme the books revolve around. Even Tanith and Ghastly…they had moments, they had seconds…their romance never had a book or chapter purely upon them. And neither should Val and Skul. But its inevitable if they do become canon because the books always revolve around the partnership. But instead partnership would be romance.

-HEALTHY, FUN, HAPPY (eh…ish) AND WELL DEVELOPED PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ARE SACRED AND MUST. BE. PROTECTED.

Just a High School Crush

Pairing: Dean x Reader, past Dean x Lisa, Sam x Jess, Anna x โ€ฆeveryone

Tags: AU: High School, fluff, underage drinking, bad and awkward flirting, deanโ€™s a sweetie, smut, friends to lovers, kinda.

Words: 6900

A/N:ย HEREโ€™S A LONG FIC WITH SMUT BC Iโ€™VE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG, IM SO SORRY, Iโ€™VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, HERE IS MY PEACE OFFERING.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I really love your work :) was wondering if you could write msr at a theme park/ funfair ? Maybe with one of them scared of the rides but trying to hide it ? Maybe season of secret sex..

Happy first day of Fictober! Thanks to everyone at the workshop Friday for your lovely comments. I tried to incorporate what was said, but as it turns out I really, really suck at sensory writing. I hope it’s not too bad. 

It’s a post-ep for “Rush”. 

“Hey Scully, what do you say? Want to feel young again?” Mulder’s grin is infectious. They’re on their way to the car when Mulder stops suddenly, grinning like this, staring at her like that.

“You just told me in the hospital that they closed up the cave. Not that it worked for us the first time.” They really must be too old. Any other day it might irk her that she’s not only considered old, but actually too old. But right now, Scully doesn’t care. She is not concerned with being on the wrong side of 30. Not today, anyway. In her mind, the case is closed. She’s mentally written the report already knowing that Mulder won’t be much help. All she wants to do right now is get home, take a shower, have some take out and sleep. Preferably with Mulder by her side for all of it.

“No, I know,” his voice cuts into her fantasies, “I have a much better idea.” Scully swallows the sigh that’s tickling her throat. As much as she loves Mulder, and at least some of his ideas (particularly the ones he has in the bedroom), she doesn’t want to go on a crazy goose chase right now. They just solved a case. Can’t they accept that they’re not young and spent an evening like normal adults?

“You wound me, Scully.” Apparently she’s said her last thought out loud.

“Mulder, listen,” this time there is no stopping the sigh, but judging by Mulder’s look he’s been expecting it, “In the grander scheme of life we are not old. As healthy adults in our 30s we-”

“I’m sure you’re right, Scully,” he puts his hands on her shoulders to turn her around, “but look at this.”

“What am I looking at Mulder?” She’s staring at a wall that’s plastered with posters old and new telling her about music she’s never heard about.  

“This.” His breath tickles her ear as he leans over her shoulder to point at the colorful sign reading ‘carnival’ in big letters.

“Mulder, please tell me you’re not serious.”

“Oh come on, Scully. Don’t tell me you don’t like carnivals!”

“That’s not what I said.” Though if she’s honest, she’s not particularly fond of them.

“Just for a short while? Just to feel young for an hour.” He pouts at her. It was hard to resist the pout before they started dating. Now it’s impossible. He grins again, that charming irresistible smirk, and gives her a quick, loud kiss.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, Scully.” He sprints to the car and Scully follows him feeling tired and yes, old. With every step all her plans fade away; no home, no shower, no take-out. At least she’s got Mulder.

She should have known that Mulder would turn into a big child at the carnival. His sweaty hand clings to hers as they make their way through the crowd. A group of teenagers runs past them and Scully is pushed against Mulder. They’re too slow here, too. The tinkling music leads them further inside past explosions of red, yellow and blue colors while metal monsters and complicated games promise them excitement and fun. The air is laden with the smell of greasy, fried food that makes Scully’s stomach grumble. Mulder stops to buy two corndogs for himself and a regular hot dog for Scully.

“We need to buy candy apples, Scully. For later.”

When he suggests cotton candy, though, Scully puts her foot down.

“Mulder that stuff is pure sugar.”

“So?”

“So? We have the candy apples.”

“But we’re not eating them now. Please?”

“How about we buy popcorn instead?” They share the small bag as they stroll around the fair. His hand is sticky, as is hers. Scully licks her lips suppressing a smile as she remembers awkward first dates not unlike this. Once again Mulder was right; she does feel younger. Young and carefree.

“This was a good idea, Mulder.” She tells him. He stops walking and glances at her. His earlier grin fades to make room for one of Scully’s favorite sights: the small smile that tells her that Mulder is happy. It’s not often that she sees his face this relaxed.

“I’m glad you think so.” He leans down and kisses her. The kiss was obviously meant as a small peck of appreciation but Mulder tastes likes popcorn, like fresh air and something that’s just so him that Scully deepens the kiss.

“Now that was an even better idea.” Mulder says. His eyes are still closed. “But I have another one.” His eyes pop open and Scully sees enthusiasm sparkle in them.

“I have the perfect idea that I’m sure you’ll love. Come on.” He takes her hand in his again and leads her through the wafting smell of sugar and salt, past a few stalls and a ride that has people screaming with delight – or fear. Distracted for a moment Scully almost doesn’t notice that they’ve stopped. She looks around and realizes they’re in a line. Waiting for…

“A roller coaster, Mulder?” The grin is back and it’s bigger than before.

“Nothing like a roller coaster to feel young again, huh?”

“I think I’ll pass.” Mulder grabs her hand as she attempts to step away to make room for more eager people. Most of them teenagers.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t like roller coasters?”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Yeah. Actually yeah, it does. You’re not scared of them, are you?”

“What? No, of course not!” Scully answers too quickly.

“You’re scared of roller coasters?”

“That’s ridiculous, Mulder. There’s a greater chance to get struck by lightning than to be injured during a roller coaster ride.”

“Here I thought you’d take the thrill out of it by explaining the physics of the ride and I find out you’re scared. I thought I knew you.” But he’s smiling softly at her. Her heart beat picks up each time they advance in line. The teenagers in front of them ramble on, laugh loudly and point at the metal monstrosity that Mulder wants to get on, too.

“I’m not scared,” Scully says, “I just don't… like it. You know it’s merely a constantly changing pattern between potential and kinetic energy, right? Do I need to explain it to you?”

“I know my physics, thank you. But does your science explain the thrill?”

“It does, Mulder. The fluctuation in acceleration causes what people experience as fun. From a psychological standpoint, you’ll feel most excited when they strap you in. The feeling of not being able to escape is what thrills you. The chain noises you hear that has people hold their breath? It’s a safety device.”

“Did you know roller coasters were inspired by Russian ice slides, Scully? How’s that for facts?”

“In the end, a roller coaster is just a machine that uses gravity and inertia to send a train along the winding track. It’s not that special.” Scully ignores his comment and tries to concentrate on her steady breathing. Next time the roller coaster comes around, it’ll be their turn.

“I won’t force you to do this, Scully. But I think you should try it. For science.”

“I have tried it, Mulder. And people have tested roller coaster in the name of science before me, you know.”

“How old were you?”

“Ten, I think. Bill was… he said I wouldn’t dare. I proved him wrong.” They were standing in line much like they’re now. Her heart was beating fast, too; this was the first year she was big enough to go on the roller coaster. She’d finally made the height restriction! In the distance she could hear Charlie, still too small that year, bawling. ‘You sure you’re not too chicken, Dana?’ Bill kept asking, smirking at her. Dana’s anger was greater than any fear. She cocked her chin and told him that she was no longer a baby. She was not afraid. When they strapped her in, Dana thought her heart would jump out of her chest. She felt it in her stomach, in her throat; it beat everywhere and it was way too fast. Bill laughed. All through the ride, hardly more than two minutes, he laughed at her, loudly, cruelly and Dana stared straight ahead, willing herself not to cry. She didn’t. Not until it was over, not until she’d been sick all over her shoes. Back then she vowed never to go on a roller coaster ever again. She shudders now, remembering.

“You don’t need to prove anything here, Scully. If you don’t want to do it we’ll leave. There’s uhm… the ferris wheel? We could do the ferris wheel.” This time it’s Mulder who steps away and Scully who holds him back. Mulder is not Bill; he’s not going to laugh at her. Scully is not little Dana anymore; she knows the facts, the mechanics of it now. It’s time to let herself feel it again.

“There is nothing to be afraid of.” She says matter of fact and Mulder, very slowly, nods. “There isn’t anything to be afraid of… right?” Again, he nods.

“It’s perfectly safe, but I’ll follow your lead, Scully.”

“I made my choice… Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you hold my hand?” She blushes; what a stupid request. She is a grown ass woman with a gun on her hip and karate kicks in her repertoire. Mulder smiles. He kisses her nose as a promise before he leans back to have a better look at her.

“I swear I won’t let go.”

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (you are here), part 8, based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt  (hey look it’s like, several months late but guess what it’s up and I’m proud of that so)


Previously: Prince Yuri has figured out Yuuri’s secret. Despite having suspected as much for a while, Yuuri finds his sense of security has been rocked to its core. Still, with the young general’s threat of war hanging over his head to keep him from running off, Yuuri finds himself absurdly comforted by the idea that the royal family is so fiercely protective of their own. He can’t deny the confusion that surfaces when that protectiveness seems to stem from a belief that Victor would actually abandon his country for Yuuri, of all people.

“You know, when I told you that you were required to stay, that didn’t mean that you were required to annoy me,” Yuri snaps, closing the door in Yuuri’s face. Or at least, trying to.

Yuuri sticks his foot in the door to keep it open. He’s sure it’s bruised, but that doesn’t matter; he’s dealt with bruises for years because of his own clumsiness. “I need to speak with you, Your Highness, please–”

“Go away, Katsuki,” Yuri hisses, pressing up against the door with a surprising strength. “My keeping your secret does not make me your confidant.”

At this, Yuuri raises an eyebrow, but says nothing to correct him (though keeping his secret does exactly that, he’s unlikely to make any headway with Yuri by pointing that out). Instead, he uses his trump card. “I’ll teach you the katsudon recipe.”

The pressure on the door persists for a moment before his words sink in, then abruptly stops. Yuri glares at him suspiciously through the crack in the door. “You said that was a family recipe.”

“Yes, well… that’s a part of what I wished to speak with you about.” He bows his head humbly. “May I come in?”

Yuri reluctantly opens the door to allow Yuuri inside. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Yuuri isn’t sure how to put his question into words. Actually, he does, but he doesn’t quite know how proper it would be to voice those words.

“Just spit it out,” the younger boy sighs, sounding irritated as he falls back onto his bed in exasperation. “You’re overthinking things, piggy. If it has to do with my brother, you’re better off not doing that.”

Of course Yuri saw through him, Yuuri realizes. There’s little that Yuuri would be at his door for other than Victor. “…You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Yuri scoffs, still laying on his back. “Now either get over yourself and tell me what you want from me, or get out.”

He has no doubt that Yuri really would kick him out, katsudon recipe or no katsudon recipe, and he doubts that the door would open for him again afterward. Oddly enough, the threat of that seems to be the push he needs to actually say what’s on his mind, because he doesn’t remember deciding to speak before the words are already out of his mouth.

“Would it be a bad idea for me to court your brother?”

Silence.

Then, “I can not believe this is what you woke me up for. Your name is Yuuri Katsuki, not Yuuri Katstupid, but sometimes I really have to wonder.”

Yuuri doesn’t respond. He knows better than to think that Yuri is done speaking after an insult; prickly he may be, but he never avoids a question.

“It would be the most idiotic thing in the world for you to court my brother. You’re a runaway royal pretending to be his bodyguard,” Yuri says, blunt as ever.

Yuuri’s heart sinks. “I thought so t–”

“Was I done?” Yuri snaps, sitting up. Yuuri stops talking. “It would be idiotic and stupid for you to court my brother, yes. But seeing as he’s already been trying to court your oblivious ass for months, I doubt that it being dumb is enough to stop either of you.”

Yuuri blinks. Stares for a minute, because he half expects Yuri to repeat himself. There’s no way he heard that properly. Blinks again.

“What?”

Yuri kicks him out after that with a “Save your stupid recipe for the wedding” that makes Yuuri think that maybe the boy doesn’t hate him as much as he thought at first.

It’s been weeks since Phichit’s visit, and Victor is still sulking a bit. For all that he allowed Yuuri to be “loaned out” to the visiting prince for the duration of his stay, it was clear that he hadn’t appreciated it at all. Upon Yuuri’s return to his side, they’d gone out on a shopping trip that had taken nearly the whole day. Yuuri had let himself have just a bit of fun with it, though his guard was never lowered in case of a threat to the prince’s life. They’d bought all sorts of clothes and trinkets, and even a jar of exotic nuts. Those got misplaced before they could be opened, much to Yuuri’s dismay, but Victor had waved his worries away with a smile.

“I’m glad for your company, Yuuri,” he’d said earnestly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Yuuri has never considered himself dense or unobservant when it came to social situations. To be fair, he often went out of his way to avoid them, so he may not have an accurate sample size. Despite that, he didn’t think he was dense enough to miss something like that.

That shopping trip was definitely an Outing, rather than simply an ordinary outing. They’d even had a chaperone, as Victor had insisted that Otabek join them for reasons that, at the time, had gone completely over Yuuri’s head.

He supposes, looking back, that it might have been a good thing for him to have bought those rings from that goldsmith’s place when Victor had his back turned.

It’s a good day, he realizes, noting the lack of anxiety plaguing his thoughts when he considers possibly being happy in the long term. Still, a quiet, nagging voice in the back of his mind wonders whether or not Victor will feel the same way when he realizes that Yuuri isn’t the person he says he is.

For now, it’s easily stomped down, easily ignored, easily forgotten. If he has to listen to it tonight when he’s supposed to be sleeping, he will. For now, he marches up to Victor’s bedroom door, telling himself to take a risk despite the chance that things may go bad.

He enters without knocking, as he usually does. Victor is awake now, and synching up his belt. When Yuuri left, he was sound asleep, but he’s been known to wake up shortly after subconsciously realizing that Yuuri isn’t there anymore and wow, Yuuri really is dense, isn’t he?

“Yuuri!” he says, beaming. “I was about to go looking for you! There isn’t much to do today, right?”

Yuuri gulps, swallowing the sudden nervousness that’s risen up in his throat and chest. “You’re correct. I was actually wondering if you would do me a small favor, Victor.”

Victor blinks at him curiously. Yuuri hasn’t ever asked for anything before, beyond the necessities. “Of course. If it’s within my power, it will be yours.”

Is it hot in here, or is it just the blood rushing to Yuuri’s cheeks? He may never know (or rather, he may never admit it). Still, he lets out a long breath. “Would you join me on a ride around the castle grounds after breakfast?”

He thinks it’s worth the embarrassment when Victor’s face breaks into a heart-shaped grin so wide, Yuuri worried that he may pull a muscle.

“Of course!”

so, i ranted about spideychelle in the tags of one of @spideychelleforeverโ€˜s posts and @aqhrodites called me out by posting my tagsย hereย and iโ€™m a sucker and will write anything probably. this is inspired by tomโ€™s instas here, here, and here and a conversation with @spideychelleforever. also tagging @spideychelle-romanogers bc she loves me. part two now here.

pretending to drown is immature and wrong (ao3 link)

Itโ€™s the summer after sophomore year and Michelle has a problem. And this problem presents itself quite often because Michelleโ€™s designated (and paid, which sheโ€™s quite happy about) job for the summer is to babysit her little sister Leia. And Leia loves going to the pool. Which, okay, Michelleโ€™s all for her sister going to the pool and playing Marco Polo and doing dives with her friends. Itโ€™s just that Peter Parker happens to work at the pool as the lifeguard. And heโ€™s there nearly every day she goes with Leia. And heโ€™s also almost always shirtless. Hence, Michelleโ€™s problem.

Look, itโ€™s not as if Michelle didnโ€™t know Peter Parker was attractive before the summer. She spent most of sophomore year staring at him from a distance. She watched as he fawned over Liz and as he started to flake more and more and saw the sudden change after Liz left when he started showing up as a teammate and classmate. (What? They did projects together. She had a vested interest in his dedication to school.)

If you watch a boy all year, eventually youโ€™re going to notice when he has some attractive features. Like when he showers and heads straight to school so his curls are all damp and twisting all over his head. Or when he runs around the gym during PE class and his shorts are tight on his ass. Or when Ned makes a joke at lunch or during practice and Peterโ€™s whole face lights up and his features scrunch together as the pure joy takes over all his features.

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  • hinata: I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing nin. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Naruto Uzumaki took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot. Harvest the details of her hundrum life and cram her with stories about your husband's violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. And Konoha loves pregnant women. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet. Invite pregnant idiot into your home and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot's urine. Voilà! A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record. Happy Anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes... and the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. The head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean; poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a Little something behind: a fire in July? And because you're you, you don't stop there. You need a diary. Mínimum three hundred entries on the Naruto and Hinata story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Naruto and Hinata to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Naruto thought he was the hokage… burn it, just the right amount. Make sure the cops will find it. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Naruto for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. And after all the outrage, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body, they'll know: Naruto Uzumaki dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women. Then Naruto will die too. Naruto and Hinata will be gone, but then we never really existed. Naruto loved a girl I was pretending to be. "Cool girl". Men always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. When I met Naruto Uzumaki I knew he wanted "Cool girl". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Icha-Icha movies. I ate cold ramen and remained a size two. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Naruto teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness, a humor, an ease. But I made him smarter. Sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Naruto got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool guy. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Konoha guy. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.

raphaelsantiag0  asked:

I don't know if you still take prompts, but if you do, then 3 times where Emil wants to kiss Mickey and +1 he gets kissed in a way or situation we all did not expect ;) (would be nice if mickey is the +1, but surprise us hehe) have fun <333

I sure am taking them!! (especially for EmiMike…they’re my weakness and my strength)

This sounds really cute and I’ve actually never written a #+1 style drabble before. I hope you like it!!

1.

The first time Emil felt the urge, he was sixteen. He’d been so excited to show off the new quad he’d just learned, that he didn’t take the time to properly lace his skates.

He’d barely made it onto the ice before Michele stormed over and demanded he take a seat on the bench. Emil, surprised that the older skater was actually talking to him - and initiating the conversation - immediately acquiesced, plopping down onto the faded wood.

“Honestly. All that talk about impressing everyone,” Michele muttered as he grabbed Emil’s skate, roughly untying the messy knot and starting over. “You’ll never make the podium if you trip over your damn laces.”

Oh. Emil’s face burned with embarrassment. “Sorry, Mickey…”

“Don’t apologize. Just don’t do it again,” he demanded, brows drawn down in concentration as he pulled the laces tight. 

It felt nice, having the older skater looking after him. It made Emil feel special. Something warm bubbled up in his chest as Michele finished up. Then he switched to the other skate.

This knot was particularly spectacular and when Michele’s teeth came out to worry at his lower lip, Emil couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Oh. This time Emil’s face was hot for a different reason.

2.

The second time was a year later during a competition. Emil was stoked. He had been working really hard and was ready to show the world what he was made of.

He hummed happily to himself as he walked out of his hotel room and toward the elevator. When the doors opened, he was surprised to see Michele standing there, holding a fluffy purple bathrobe.

Still, undaunted, Emil took the opportunity to speak to the older skater he admired so much. “Good morning, Mickey!”

Michele’s head snapped up, almost as if he hadn’t realized anyone else was there. His violet eyes widened and he glanced quickly between Emil and the plush-looking robe he held.

“Sara left it in our room,” he blurted out quickly, his cheeks tinting pink.

Emil blinked and raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“The robe.” Michele held it out. “It’s…It’s not mine, okay.” He licked his lips nervously and Emil couldn’t help but to follow the movement. They looked soft. “I’m just bringing it down to the pool for her,” Michele continued and Emil cleared his throat before sidling up to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Of course, Mickey. I believe you.”

3.

The third time Emil couldn’t ignore it was the night they all went out clubbing in Barcelona during the Grand Prix Final.

They were together on the dance floor. Sara and Mila had disappeared and, for once, Michele wasn’t playing his sister’s keeper. In fact, he seemed more relaxed than Emil had ever seen him. Laughing and smiling and dancing to the music.

He looked so good like that.

And when Michele turned to ask him something - what, he didn’t know - and that warm, unusually carefree smile was directed at him, he nearly swooned.

“What?” Emil asked over the thumping of the bass.

“I said-” Michele leaned in closer, close enough for Emil to feel his warm breath waft over his lips. He swallowed. “I’m thirsty.”

“Oh. Right.” Emil nodded and let Michele lead the way over to the bar.

4.

Michele wasn’t completely oblivious. He saw the way Emil looked at him. He’d caught him staring enough times over the past year or so to cast aside any doubt that the younger skater liked him.

Of course, even with that - and Sara’s constant cajoling - Michele wasn’t exactly sure Emil wanted to be anything more than friends.

It was a contradiction. He knew that. But there was always the chance that he’d misinterpreted something and that Emil’s ‘like’ wasn’t the same as his.

But when Emil walked him back to his room, mindlessly chattering on about this and that, Michele knew this was his chance. “I had fun tonight,” he said once they reached the door.

“Me, too,” Emil replied, rubbing the back of his neck, a goofy grin on his face. “You’re a really good dancer, Mickey.”

“You, too.” 

A silence fell over them as Michele quickly began losing his nerve.

“Well, I’d better head back to my room-”

“Emil, wait!” Michele started and then looked down. This was harder than he thought.

“What is it, Mickey?” Emil stepped forward and Michele took advantage of their close proximity. He reached for the front of Emil’s shirt and fisted the fabric. “Mick-”

But Michele silenced him, pressing their lips together in a short, but - hopefully - passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, Michele reached into his pocket and pulled out his room key. “Thanks. For tonight,” he added, quickly unlocking his door. He walked inside and turned back to look at Emil, feeling a bit proud when he saw the other had brought his fingers to his lips, his face flushed. “See you tomorrow morning for breakfast?” he asked.

Emil seemed to come back to himself. He nodded, offering the brightest smile Michele had ever seen. “Sure, Mickey.”

Hooray~ I hope you enjoyed reading this.
For some reason I was having trouble with the format. Getting stuck? How odd, haha. Then again, I was trying to do too many things at once, instead of focusing on writing.

Thanks for the prompt~
You can read more fluffy drabbles here.

The Sweetest Thing

This is for you, @victorsporosya! Just something small as an attempt to cheer you up!

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โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Yuuri, Iโ€™m much better at baking than Iโ€™m at cooking.โ€ Viktor chirpes happily while cracking an egg into the bowl and nonchalantly fishing a piece of the shell out afterwards. โ€œIf you ask Yura, he will tell you how delicious my cakes are.โ€

Yuuri has never seen Viktor baking. Frankly, Yuuri has never seen Viktor touch anything in the kitchen without ruining it, coffee machine excluded. So he severely doubts that Viktor will not set their oven on fire. He also doubts that Yuri would ever say anything nice about Viktorโ€™s baking but he keeps these thoughts to himself while watching his fiancรฉ weight the butter with a face of utter concentration.

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When You Come Home (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1516

Request/Summary:ย โ€œHey my dude can you do a Lafayette x reader where the reader is being bothered by men in the street, harassed and such. He defends her as they actually start to physically assault her and it cuts to them actually getting married? :)โ€-Anon

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: Attempted sexual assault, sexual harrassment

A/N- There is a line between the icky stuff and the fluffy stuff, so if you just want to skip down past the icky stuff itโ€™s easy to do.

When You Come Home by Paradise Fears

The vows that come from the reader, I didnโ€™t write that myself, those words belong mostly to Crystal Holland. Idk, I found it online. I did write Lafโ€™s vows though.ย 


A wolf whistle next to you penetrated your thoughts and made you twitch with annoyance. You clenched your fists and ignored the group of men next to you.

โ€œAww. Youโ€™re just gonna ignore us?โ€ One of them complained, setting off to follow you. You kept your head down and increased your pace.

โ€œCโ€™Mon have a little fun sometimes.โ€ Another one jeered. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and pulled up the Emergency Callโ€ฆ `just in case. Three men. You tried to come up with a physical description for each one but your mind was racing, jumping from every possible way this could go down. Relax. You told yourself, Itโ€™s just a few catcallers, theyโ€™re not even gonna touch you.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! Can I please make a request where the bts members' s/o refuses to wear diamonds(for engagement ring) because she worries about the ethical issues of blood diamonds? So she asks them to get her any other gemstone etc? I don't even know if they use diamond in asian cultures I'm sorry, but I hope this made sense? Hwaiting!

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Refusing To Wear Diamonds

A/N: I had a fairly good idea of what a blood diamond means, but to be sure I had looked it up and checked lots of sites, same goes for rings in Korea, I had did some research so hopefully you like this reaction let me know and if anyone thinks I got something wrong, my deepest apologies, message me so I may correct myself ^.^(also fun fact: did you guys know red diamonds are the most expensive/rarest of gems I found this out when I was researching it cost one million for one carat for that bad boy)


Set Up: The two of you were finally a step closer to being a married couple, the two of you had discussed your engagement, and now he had wanted to make the proposal to you and give you the thing he thought you deserved a 4 carat diamond silver ring. “I’m not sure if you’ll give me a ring or not, but I wanted to tell you beforehand, if it’s not to much could I get a ruby/sapphire,etc.(your pick) ring, I don’t know how I could handle a diamond knowing it could be a blood diamond” you’d looked down sadly.

Jin:

He would try to be understanding of your decision “it’s ok jagiya, I understand” he’d put the ring he was going to give you back in his pocket “don’t worry” he’d laugh a little nervously before excusing himself. ‘Ah I shouldn’t have assumed that she would want that’

Suga:

He would be a little dissappointed since he really wanted to give you a diamon, but he respects your wishes of not wanting a diamond. “I know it’s become quite the norm to have it but I-” you’d start to ramble about it until he cuts you off. “Don’t worry about it jagiya,ok” he’d smile at you.

Rap Monster:

He would be surprised at first to hear your request “oh” he would be all he can say at first after you had explained why you didn’t want a diamond. “I get it (y/n) no worries” he would do some research of his own, since he liked knowing new things and would want to get you the best gem.

Jhope:

Like Namjoon, he would be surprised at first, but once he heard why you didn’t want to, he’d nod knowingly. “I never really thought about it that way before” patting your head, he’d smile at you. “Thank you for letting me know before hand, I’ll get you the best gemmed ring out their!”

Jimin:

He would completely understand, and do his best to get you the ring you wanted. “Don’t worry about it jagiya, I get it” he’d smile, though on the inside feel a little bad, for assuming for now he had a diamond ring he needed to return.”Heh, I guess I should go find that ring now” he’d awkwardly laugh.

V(Taehyung):

He wouldn’t mind all too much, he’d be very understanding just like Jin, but maybe just a little disappointed, since the ring he wanted to give you was passed down in his family for generations. “I respect how you feel jagiya, maybe we can get the same style ring,with the gem of your choosing”

Jungkook:

He’d be a little surprise/shook, but relieved that you had told him this ahead of time before he had even went out on his own to get a ring. ‘Note to self don’t get 4 carat ring’ “I’m glad you told me jagiya, how about instead I take you with me to pick out your dream ring”


A/N#2: Here is what I’ve found on blood diamonds encase no one else knew about it like I had did.

Blood diamonds (also called conflict diamonds, war diamonds, hot diamonds, or red diamonds") is a term used for a diamond mined in a war zone and sold to finance an insurgency, an invading army war efforts, or a warlord’s activity.And here is what most sites had told me as far as how they do rings/proposals in Korea

The down-on-one-knee proposal actually isn’t standard in Korea. Instead, the topic of marriage is one which both partners decide and plan jointly. While this seems like the most equitable setup all around, it doesn’t lend itself naturally to those suspenseful fairytale proposals that you see in TV shows and movies.

This also means that engagement rings are not so common here. Some of the younger generation are starting to pick up the custom, staging a romantic proposal after the agreement has been made. But the woman may or may not wear the ring after the wedding, and both parties may opt to skip the wedding rings entirely. This again is a generational thing – older Koreans tend not to have wedding rings at all.

Ok I hope this helps and I hope everyone learned something like I did ^.^ Thank you anon for opening my eyes to both of these things ^.^sorry if it’s not good, even with his info I at times got blocked thinking on how they may react.

thomasandersbabe24-deactivated2  asked:

Ayy it's yo girl sending you some prompts don't hesitate to send me some ;) sooo Logan and Roman are trapped somewhere like an elavaotr and Logan has to go and Roman teases him but then after Logan goes Roman is desperate karma ensues

Logan was annoyed. Of course they had to be trapped. He hated being In this situation. Stuck with roman. Logan paced, grumbling to himself.

Roman spoke up, annoyance in his tone “Would you quit pacing!? You’re not making it any better logan”

“I’m fully aware of that Roman” He gritted his teeth and stopped his pacing, leaning against the wall.

“C'mon…maybe we could have a little…fun~” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows

“Hmmm, What do you have in mind?” Logan smiled, resisting the urge to fidget, he had to go but he could wait, they wouldn’t be trapped for that long.

“I dunno, you tell me…professor~” He smirked and kissed the others neck, knowing how riled up the younger got when he called him that

Logan pushed himself against Roman his hands tightly gripping Romans waist. “I could fuck you right here? Pin you to the wall and make you scream?”

“Fuck…please….” He blushed, but looked down at Logan’s belly. “Lo…? Is that why you were pacing?”

“Yes..” He kissed roman, nipping at his lip, his hands wandering across Romans body.

He giggled “Aw…does lo need to go pee~” He smirked pressing against the small bump

Logan’s hands stilled, he was keeping in a whimper as he stared at Roman. He wouldn’t give in to Romans teasing. “Yes I do..please stop pushing on my bladder”

“Or what? Are you gonna piss yourself love~” He wouldn’t admit it but…fuck…this was hot.

“No. I am capable of self control roman, I am not a child. Stop it.” He tried to make his voice sterner, needing Roman to stop pushing his bladder, he knew he needed it bad. Past what he’d normally be at before going.

“C'mon…you know you need it lo. Just don’t think about it as I drink this bottle of pop~” He smirked and slurped down the dark fluid.

He hissed through his teeth “Knock it off roman” he fought and failed to keep his blush down, looking anywhere but at the drink.

Logan reached for the bottle, teeth clenched. “Thank you.” He planned to get roman back one way or another.

He smiled, this time a genuine smile. He turned around hoping that not watching him go wouldn’t be as…uh…issue forming.

Logan quickly uncapped the bottle then unzipped himself, fumbling slightly. He hissed as he lined his head up with the bottle, starting to leak slowly.

Roman tried to think of something anything else. Fuck. Why was this hot. Fuck. He felt his cock grow thick in his pants upon hearing Logan relieve himself. The elevator was so quiet, so echoey, and fuck did he always have to go this badly? He was hard in his pants listening as Logan capped the bottle off. He didn’t wanna turn around.

Logan groaned in relief as he finished, putting the bottle down and tucking himself back in. “You can turn around now. I’m decent”

“I-I’m fine…I…I got comfy here…”

He raised his eyebrow “That doesn’t make sense. Why won’t you turn around roman?”

He stayed silent.

Logan walked over to roman, hand going on his shoulder “Come on. Tell me.”

“Because………..” He stated like a child.

“Care to elaborate? Because?” He waited for an explanation.

He sighed and turned around, face red, eyes blown with arousal, and his hard cock bulging in his pants.

Logan looked down and smirked “Aroused? From me pissing in a bottle?” He teased him, wanting revenge. But seeing roman like this, the royals eyes blown wide, did things to him.

“Yes…and the fact that…” He trailed off mumbling under his breath.

“Fact that? I can’t heat you. Speak up roman” Logan snaked his hand down to palm at roman through his trousers

Logan smirked, his chance for revenge had come. “Well that’s a shame. No bottles for you to go in roman, guess you’ll have to wait won’t you?” He kept rubbing at roman

“Fuck. L-logan…” He moaned quietly

“Ah ah, Not Logan. Who am I Roman?” He leant in to kiss Romans neck.

“L-logan. D-dammit don’t you- mmmh” He whimpered as his neck was kissed.

“Try again for me.” Logan nibbled at his neck and slipped his hand into Roman’s trousers.

“Ffff- p-professor….” He moaned lightly

“Good boy.” Logan started to stroke roman, sucking a mark into his neck.

“Fff- please. Fuck. Need to go. Fuck. Pleaseee…” He blushed whining. He had a remarkably small bladder, and it was filling fast.

“Go where roman? We’re stuck in here and the bottles full.” Logan smirked

“Fuck…I…fuck I don’t know fuck..”

“Better hope we are let out soon then. You can hold it I’m sure.”

“Lo. Fuck. I-I cant fuck…” He danced around, grabbing at his crotch moaning.

Logan watched him dance, a smirk gracing his face. “I can’t do anything about it Ro.”

Just then the elevator shudders, groaning and creaking. They start to move to a floor, no longer stuck between two floors.

“Fffffuc-cckkkk thankgodfuckfuck~!!” He moaned dancing, before running out the doors as soon as they opened, not even bothering to go to the bathroom and pissing in the potted plant outside the doors with a sigh of relief.

Logan followed with a smug grin, they would be trying this again, he could see why roman liked this.

Yeah, so, hmm, throwing this out here, itโ€™s the beginning of an Andreil AU where Neil made the call to his uncle after his momโ€™s death, which means he never went to PSU. It means gangsters and all that, a bit of a dark take on the boys and all.

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โ€œAnd thereโ€™s all these cafรฉs and bars just a few blocks down the street, you can get on the subway as well or take a train, itโ€™s a great location,โ€ Nicky chattered to a jet-lagged Andrew. โ€œErik and I fell in love with the place!โ€ He motioned to the tiny room after he threw open the door. โ€œWell, here it is, your new home!โ€

Andrew looked at the twin bed, the only thing which would fit into a space that one really should be calling a closet and not a guest room, then set down his suitcase. โ€œGreat, now get out.โ€

Nickyโ€™s grin slipped. โ€œAll right, so itโ€™s not much, but we were lucky to find the place, really.โ€ He sighed when Andrew just continued to stare at him. โ€œYou know where the bathroom is, towelโ€™s on the bed, weโ€™ll try not to disturb you in the morning and help yourself to anything in the fridge.โ€ He made as if to approach Andrew then thought better of it. โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆ Iโ€™m glad youโ€™re here, really.โ€ He offered Andrew a nervous smile. โ€œThings will work out, youโ€™ll see.โ€ Then he finally got the damn hint and left.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a headcanon gif for Law, Sabo, Shanks, Ace, Kid, Luffy and Mihawk favorite Chris brown song or even just like favorite song mostly pop/hip hop or even country. I don't care what you decide. I just thought the Beyoncé one was awesome! But then I couldn't decide if I want it Chris brown(love so many of his songs) or just favorite song but I think they would be up beat song but I'm also in a country mood so I'm conflicted. I hope this wasn't weird ๐Ÿค—

Im doing silly or fun HC request because my mood been downs, maybe i can possible lift yours :) P.s the gifs are of them dancing to it. OH for each character, after reading it, want you to pause and just imagine that scene happening because it makes it ten times better. 


Law

  • He listens to the song deuces when he doing work and is relaxed enough to actually listen to music. He likes the beat, and hums along with his baritone voice, which is kinda hot. (Of course he be more sly and less hype about about it, he wouldn’t even know he was humming or slightly swaying along)

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Sabo

  • Likes the song she aint you, because this the song he actually hits vocals and he loves the ranges and notes he hits. But the best part is when he dances along to it, and hums along because headcanon guys Sabo can sing. (hopefully, I’m pretty sure.)

Originally posted by bacon-dragon

(lmao he does this, and its on beat to the opening of the song, which is some how cute and funny)

Shanks

  • He enjoys the song Take you down and Yo excuse me miss. He likes listening to songs that tell a story, however his favorite song is Kiss Kiss, makes him younger and like a hotshot. His song to pump him out when he goes out the bar.

Originally posted by peterquilllegendaryoutlaw

Ace

  • This cutie would like the song Turn up the music, and this is party song where he dances, and pumps his fist and the air too. He always ask the Dj to play this song during one of the infamous Whiteboards parties. He drags Marco to the dance floor and gets the whole crew riled up 

Originally posted by freddylovesjason

Kid

  • Would love the song I can transform ya, even though he barely raps in it, but definitely feels like a ‘pimp’ or cool when listening to it. Especially when he last the music and attempt to rap along. He also listens to the song when he needs inspiration to create some thing new/weird.

Originally posted by unknown-paradisex

Luffy

  • He likes the song Yeah x3 because Luffy likes upbeat songs and atmospheres, where he can really but out his dance moves onto the floor. Despite the fact that he can’t dance. (The gift is accurate.)

Originally posted by sanity-ytinas

Mihawk

  • He likes the song Yo (Excuse me miss). I don’t really see Mihawk ever listening to Chris brown, but this song at least represents Mihawk way with the ladies/men, and how he make everyones panties drop with one look. 

Originally posted by baltigo

(Lmao the look that makes the panties drop, i crack myself up)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to request an exo reaction but i'm not sure you're ok with writing about that but since you've made some dom/sub stuff i'll give it a shot. Could you write one where they and their gf are into ageplay and have a daddy/little girl relationship? Not only at bed but as a lifestyle where it's not sexual for them when she is into her little headspace. I hope you don't mindo but it's ok if you don't want to write it

I”ll warn you right now that I’m not that informed about ageplay so this request might not be as good or contain content that you were expecting. If that is the case then I am greatly sorry for my mistakes.

Thank you for requesting and for being so patient to have it answered.

~Savie

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                                         ###Xiumin:###

In bed: “baby, why don’t you come over to daddy and let him show you why it’s fun to be an adult” *OOOOOOHH Xiudaddy*

Normal lifestyle: *He’ll enjoy the parts of being protective over you like a real daddy would be and love when you get in the young, playful and clingy mood the most.* 

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                                             ###Luhan:###

*Luhan would take on his role as daddy the best out of everyone, he’d know what to show his little partner and give to them in bed and in life in general at the right times. He’d love every minute of it. He’ll love the parts of ageplay where he can hand feed his child as if they’re a baby and also have a particular fondness of punishing his child when they are being bad*

In bed: “you’ve been very bad babe, spying on your daddy when he told you to stay in your room while he took care of some business. What  kind of punishment should you receive for not following orders, my little child?”

Normal lifestyle: “here y/n eat some of this. You’ll need it to help you grow bigger and stronger like your daddy and don’t drink too much hot chocolate, we don’t want you to be too hyper when it’s time to watch a movie”

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                                                ###Kris:###

In bed: *ageplay with Kris is taken most seriously in bed, he’ll expect you to play your role to the best of your ability at this time…. acting innocent and young and being submissive. Kris would love if you played role of a slightly nervous and afraid person during this time, acting like you don’t know what is happening or what to do and asking him*

y/n: “daddy, why are you in bed with me? It’s time for us to go to bed”

Kris: *hovering over you* “we are going to bed but I want to sleep with you tonight, we’re going to do something that will help you sleep and feel better”

Y/n: “what do you mean? what are we going to do daddy?”

Kris: “just be a good child and let me do the work, I promise you’ll enjoy this baby”

Normal lifestyle: *age play means that their “younger” partner would initiate a lot of fun and games during the normal days since kids love to play. Kris would love playing along to a game of tag or hide and go seek (or a mix of both) with his partner*

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                                             ###Suho:###

First of all: Daddy Suho? no, more like Mommy Suho. 

(Sorry, had to do it)

In Bed: *despite Suho being patient and 100% leader material for EXO, he would actually be pretty impatient when it was time to have special Daddy/child time* “babe, all of your cute playfulness has caused a problem downstairs and you owe it to daddy to come and fix the mess that you made”

Normal lifestyle: “I decided to take today off so that I could pamper my sweet child, since you’ve been so good these past couple of days why don’t we go shopping as a reward?”

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                                         ###Lay:###

In Bed: *it won’t really matter what sort of roleplay you have going on with Lay, not when you’re in bed with him at least, because once you two are on that mattress, couch, table top, etc he’ll only care about getting to work*

Normal Lifestyle: “Babe, daddy made you some soup to eat while he’s gone at work today. If you behave we can have some dessert when I get home”

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                                       ###Baekhyun:###

In Bed:“why doesn’t my sweet babe come over here and cool daddy off by giving me some of those sweet, sloppy kisses? If you cool me off good enough I’ll have a surprise for you that you’ll love”

Normal lifestyle: “does daddy get a kiss for being the best daddy in the world? how about a kiss for being fun? no, baby doesn’t want to kiss me? Fine, I’ll just blow you a kiss anyway because I love my sweet child”

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                                           ###Chen:###

In bed: y/n: “daddy, I’ve been very bad. Today I accidentally broke one of your favorite vases then I got mad and smashed all the pictures on the walls, please, daddy, punish me for being such a bad child”

chen: “in deed you have been bad. Very bad. Don’t worry, daddy’s going to give you a punishment that you’ll never forget”

Normal lifestyle: “man, your ageplaying really is too much sometimes” *Chen will occasionally break out of character sometimes when he sees you dressing up like a young child or young teenager or hears you speaking in a really childish voice*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                      ###Chanyeol:###

In Bed: ”you like it when daddy dances for you huh babe?”

y/n: *shakes head eagerly*

Chanyeol: “would you like daddy to dance for you?”

y/n: *shakes head again* 

Chanyeol: “or would you like to dance with daddy?”

y/n: *gets up and walks to him, beginning to grind with him as you let out little, needy moans*

Normal lifestyle: *he enjoys the ageplay when you’re old enough to wear cute clothes but also be old enough to know…somethings…. and he’ll gladly act along, even if he is the dad of the relationship, without thinking twice*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                    ###Kyungsoo:###

In Bed: ”You’re my special one aren’t you?”

y/n: “yes daddy”

Kyungsoo: “and what makes you so special?”

Y/n: “the way that I cry and moan and beg for my daddy to fill me up”

Kyungsoo: “that’s right and also the way that my special one rides me when I say so”

y/n: “yes daddy”

Kyungsoo: “ride me baby”

y/n: “as you wish”

Normal lifestyle: ”it’s time to wake up babe, I have to go to work soon and I’d like to play with my special youngster before I go” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                            ###Tao:###

In Bed: *he’ll probably be the one who enjoys ageplay the most in bed while feeling less comfortable with it outside of “sexy time”. The more ageplay you act while in bed with him the more you and him will enjoy staying up through the night*

Normal lifestyle: *there’ll be days during roleplay where your ageplay will cause you to break out in tears for some unknown reason and, like a father would do with their child, he’d hug you and comfort you until you felt better or fell asleep then he’d carry you to your room and place you under the sheets before wishing you a good night and placing a kiss on your forehead*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                            ###Kai:###

In Bed:  “baby knows how to ride this just right don’t they?”

y/n: “yes daddy”

Kai: “and you like having your daddy fill you up and pound into you rough don’t you babe?”

Y/n: “yes”

Kai: “yes what”

y/n: “yes daddy, I like it”

Kai: “be more clear darling or you won’t get anything tonight”

y/n: “yes daddy, I love it when you shove your cock into my hole and pound into me until I lose my voice and can’t walk the next day, please daddy, fill me up right now”

Kai: “that’s better”

Normal lifestyle: *he’ll go out and buy you ice cream as your reward when you’re being a good child*

Kai: “are you enjoying your ice cream sweet one?”

y/n: *you speak very silently because you’re in public and you normally save you ageplay for home* “yes daddy, thank you”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                      ###Sehun:###

In Bed: *Sehun may be the “baby” (meaning maknae) of exo but he’d definitely love participating in an ageplay relationship. Unfortunately for his partner, if they didn’t like the ageplay in bed to always be rough then they more than likely would not enjoy ageplay with him because he’d love to hear his partner call him daddy nonstop*

Normal lifestyle: *the first time you do ageplay in a non-sexual atmosphere he’d choke on whatever he happened to be eating or drinking at the time*

johnnsilvers  asked:

e/R "you don't have to stay"~

Grantaire’s never been good at this part.

Sex is fun, sex is fine, sex is perfect. He knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to sex. It’s what comes after that he has no idea what to do with, when sweat-slicked bodies rest side by their side, chests heaving in an effort to get their breaths back, mouths trying to regain the ability to form words.

It’s awkward at the best of times, and the fact that the sweat-slicked body besides his own is Enjolras’ only makes it more awkward, makes him painfully aware of the clothes scattered all over his room, of the paint drops spilled all over the floor that he never got around to cleaning.

Enjolras is quiet besides him, as unsure as to how they got here as Grantaire is. One moment everything was fine, one moment everything was normal, the two of them bickering back and forth as was their wont,  and the next Enjolras was pressing his lips to Grantaire in a searing hot kiss, curling his long fingers in Grantaire’s hair and tugging, and it’s not like Grantaire hadn’t thought about that a thousand times, but his imagination could never, ever live up to the reality of Enjolras tearing at his clothes, shedding his own, pushing Grantaire down onto his own bed,and proceeding to take him apart.

And now, here they are.

Grantaire rests on his back, keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling even as his fingers start drumming anxiously at the sheets. Enjolras rolls onto his side, stares unblinkingly at Grantaire’s fingers on the mattress. Grantaire’s not even surprised anymore that he’s as intense after sex as he is when he’s trying to save the world.

“We should talk,” Enjolras says, his voice a whisper and his tone uncertain.

“We don’t have to.” Grantaire’s fingers pick up speed. “It’s fine. It doesn’t have to–It’s fine. You don’t have to stay.”  

“But what if I want to stay?” Enjolras’ voice is suddenly very young, very vulnerable. Younger and more vulnerable than Grantaire’s ever heard it. “What if I really, really want to stay?”

Grantaire’s fingers freeze in their movements against the mattress. Enjolras brushes his fingers against Grantaire’s wrist, his touch featherlight, as if afraid Grantaire is going to shove him off at any moment. “Whatever you think you’re saying,” Grantaire starts, and he can feel his heart thundering in his chest, “I need you to really say it. Because if you don’t then it’s just going to be–just. Say it. Please.”

Enjolras takes that as invitation to move closer to Grantaire, sliding their fingers together and tangling his free hand in Grantaire’s hair. “I’m exactly where I want to be,” he promises, “and you’re exactly who I want to be with. Now and tomorrow and every day after that. I’m sorry it took me so long to do this. You’re very hard to read sometimes. I couldn’t be sure–”

“People who’ve never met us could be sure of how I feel about you, Apollo,” Grantaire snorts, through his eyes finally leave the ceiling, focus on Enjolras’ face instead.

“You spend every waking moment arguing with me,” Enjolras laughs, a roll of his eyes accompanying the words.

“You like me arguing with you,” Grantaire points out, and even Enjolras has no answer to that. “You mean it, then?” he asks, daring to hope. “You’ll stay? And you’ll be here in the morning?”

“I’ll stay,” Enjolras promises, leaning forward to press his lips to Grantaire in a tender kiss. “And I’ll still be here in the morning. And in every other day you want me here.”

“You’re going to be here a very long time, then,” Grantaire warns.

Enjolras smiles. “Do you promise to spend every waking moment arguing with me?”  

“I do.” As if he even has to ask.

Enjolras moves closer, wraps himself around Grantaire, one arm wrapped around Grantaire’s chest and Enjolras’ fingers brushing against his sides as their legs tangle together. “Then I’ll be here for a very long time,” he says. “Sleep, now.” His lips twitch up. “And you’ll finally get to see how my hair really looks in the morning. Don’t think I didn’t hear you talking about that with Courfeyrac.”

Grantaire grins, and kisses him quiet.

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  • [text] Do you ever get high and look at your cat and feel like you know them on an intellectual level?
  • [text] Three of my exes and one of my exes' brothers have hit me up and it's only been a week. I hate semester break.
  • [text] Remember when I got punched in the face on NYE last year? I don't
  • [text] I wasn't going to just ask my parents for a damn vibrator for christmas
  • [text] I put chex mix in your purse for when you get hungry while doing your walk of shame tomorrow!
  • [text] I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
  • [text] Went out with the family last night and some 40 yr old lady wanted to take me home. My mom was not happy with me
  • [text] If it snows I'm making an igloo and getting wasted in it
  • [text] new years resolution: more sex, less car punching, more chipotle.
  • [text] He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
  • [text] He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
  • [text] Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
  • [text] You are the jesus of drinking
  • [text] Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
  • [text] Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
  • [text] Holy shit, add "successfully got stoned secretly at a party where a cop was" to my list of accomplishments.
  • [text] I'm smoking a bowl in my bathtub. I'm meant to be alone.
  • [text] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
  • [text] I hope my margaritas pass through security.
  • [text] Go have fun. I'm gonna go shower off the regret.
  • [text] Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
  • [text] woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
  • [text] just had a flashback of you pouring champagne into my mouth from someones balcony..
  • [text] Unless you can cure my hangover with your penis I'm not interested.
  • [text] They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
  • [text] The first thing I did in 2015 was suck a dick.....so.....
  • [text] Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okay with this
  • [text] For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
  • [text] I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
  • [text] I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
  • [text] Dude you asked your tattoo if it wanted to go swimming
  • [text] Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
  • [text] Mmm. Champagne. Weed. 17 pounds of animal crackers.
  • [text] Just scratched my head and I basically rained glitter.
  • [text] Did the walk of shame past her kids. I'm younger than one of them.
  • [text] its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
  • [text] I've never been so excited to have my ass in so much pain.
  • [text] Drunk me just left a note for sober me apologizing for all the fucking crumbs in our bed
  • [text] I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
  • [text] but I'm still not sure how you became more and more fluent in Spanish the drunker you got
  • [text] The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
  • [text] Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
  • [text] I haven't had an orgasm since 2014. So you can see why I'm having a bad year.
  • [text] do you have any idea how expensive it is to have the munchies at Disneyland?
  • [text] I'm drunk in your building find me and we can have sex.
  • [text] Dude. I don't even want cuddles. I just want an acknowledgement that I just had balls in my mouth.
  • [text] I'm getting "congrats on your engagement" shots. I need to get engaged more often!
  • [text] I wanna snuggle with you as we feed each other chipotle burrito bowls and that's just where I'm at right now
  • [text] I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
  • [text] woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
  • [text] I'm serious-it was like trying to deep-throat a minivan.
  • [text] I would say that that is the last time I ever drink a bottle of jack in two hours, but really who am I kidding?
  • [text] I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
  • [text] if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
  • [text] i cant believe we used adam and eve as a sexting theme last night
  • [text] I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
  • [text] I saw your dick pic and thought there goes the last thread of my heterosexuality.
  • [text] I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
  • [text] Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
  • [text] do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
  • [text] his ex girlfriend sent him a pic of her naked in the bathtub so I sent her a pic of me sucking his dick
  • [text] I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
  • [text] You couldve had sex with 2 drunk chicks on an alligator slide.

bluhntly  asked:

Vmin - "are you flirting with me?"

Jimin pushed open the door of the coffee shop, his glasses fogging up as he stepped out of the cold and into the warmth of the small shop. He shook the snow out of his red hair and unwound Yoongiโ€™s thick gray scarf from around his neck, excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

โ€œJiminnie!โ€ a bright voice rang out from across the room and, even though Jimin couldnโ€™t see a thing, heโ€™d recognize that voice anywhere.

โ€œTaeTae!โ€ he responded enthusiastically, stumbling his way through the haphazard array of tables and chairs that separated him from his favorite barista. Jimin was lucky he came here so often, making it easy for him to navigate the tricky terrain without knocking into anything.

Once he reached the counter, he slipped the glasses from his face and grinned brightly, โ€œNow I can see you. And I like what I see.โ€

โ€œShut up,โ€ Taehyung leaned across the counter and smacked Jimin on the arm, giggling at his friend. โ€œWhat do you want to drink? Caramel hot chocolate?โ€

Jimin nodded and shot another line Taehyungโ€™s way, โ€œSweet, just like you.โ€

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phyllisdietrichson  asked:

When I was younger some of my friends used to make fun of me for loving neville longbottom and then he got hot they were like oh I get it and i'm like no you don't he's neville, the boy who stands up when no one else will.

(cont) your harry potter posts often remind me of how much I love neville and luna

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you know I wish there were more Silver Trio posts to reblog because I really do love them more then the Golden Trio (whoops) and there is so much misinterpretations involved it makes me really upset. “The Girl Who Waited”?? “The Girl Who Believed in Anything”??? “The Boy Who Found Courage????” no, no and no. It’s like, the exact opposite of what they are!

Neville didn’t have to go look for courage because he always had it. Neville is one of the most important characters, especially for the younger audience. This is the character many of us were supposed to relate to, I know I did. Because being anxious and shy and awkward and clumsy and not conventionally attractive and scared of your teachers and having hard time making friends, not believing in yourself, well, that’s what it’s like to be a teenager! Neville did not overcome his “flaws”, he didn’t act “despite them”, his great qualities: his bravery, his kindness, his toughness, his loyalty, his strength, his moral compass didn’t not contradict his other traits. You don’t have to be the Chosen One, or the Brightest one, or whatever, to make a difference in the world.

Characters like Neville, or Donna Noble, their point is not to show us that they can become important once they meet a Hero, but to show that they always were important. Exactly, because, like you said, they stand up when no one else will. And people will tell them they can’t change the world by shouting at it, or can’t stop a whole army by refusing to go along with them, but the thing is, it doesn’t matter for them, because they’ll still try. They are not reluctant heroes forced into position of leadership, nor they are ambitious usurpers hungry for power, they are natural leaders whose unbreakable spirit, whose goodness inspires others to be stronger, to be kinder, to stand up against injustice when everyone else fell on their knees. And it doesn’t matter what talents you have and how academically successful you are or if some assholes bully you or if you drop everything you touch and always end up being the butt of “friendly” jokes.  

As for your friends, well. Neville stood up against frankly terrifying Hermione Granger at age 11, tried to took out both Crabbe and Goyle at age 12 and ended up in a hospital; didn’t lose it when a teacher showed to a class a torture spell that took his parents away from him; had to face his Boggart every day; tried to take out Bellatrix Lestrange herself at age, what, 15?; started a revolution; stabbed a motherfucking Death Eater in the eye because his wand wouldn’t work ???? I don’t know what books they were reading tbh to make fun of someone who loves Neville. Neville is the best of them all.