feels all day long

TAGGED BY: @beruthielthequeen

1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better: @leadkiss @damnbutcher @nimueries @hclliday @hangtherules @rcdleather @thecodekeeper @trickstercaptain @crimeblogger

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse

APPEARANCE:

  • I am 5'7" or taller
  • I wear glasses
  • I have at least one tattoo
  • I have at least one piercing
  • I have blonde hair (naturally)
  • I have brown eyes
  • I have short hair
  • My abs are at least somewhat defined
  • I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

  • I love meeting new people
  • People tell me that I’m funny
  • Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
  • I enjoy physical challenges
  • I enjoy mental challenges
  • I’m playfully rude with people I know well
  • I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
  • There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

  • I can sing well
  • I can play an instrument
  • I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
  • I’m a fast runner
  • I can draw well
  • I have a good memory
  • I’m good at doing math in my head
  • I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
  • I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
  • I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
  • I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

  • I enjoy playing sports
  • I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
  • I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
  • I have learned a new song in the past week
  • I work out at least once a week
  • I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
  • I have drawn something in the past month
  • I enjoy writing
  • I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

  • I have had my first kiss
  • I have had alcohol
  • I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
  • I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
  • I have been at an overnight event
  • I have been in a taxi
  • I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
  • I have beaten a video game in one day
  • I have visited another country
  • I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

  • I’m in a relationship
  • I have a crush on a celebrity
  • I have a crush on someone I know
  • I have been in at least 3 relationships
  • I have never been in a relationship
  • I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
  • I get crushes easily
  • I have had a crush on someone for over a year
  • I have been in a relationship for at least a year
  • I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

  • I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
  • I live close to my school
  • My parents are still together
  • I have at least one sibling
  • I live in the United States
  • There is snow right now where I live
  • I have hung out with a friend in the past month
  • I have a smartphone
  • I have at least 15 CDs
  • I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

  • I have breakdanced
  • I know a person named Jamie
  • I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
  • I have dyed my hair
  • I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
  • I have punched someone in the past week
  • I know someone who has gone to jail
  • I have broken a bone
  • I have eaten a waffle today
  • I know what I want to do with my life
  • I speak at least 2 languages

My love, the smile on my face every morning, the warm fuzzy feelings all day long, the continuous support, everything. You are my stardust. I had no idea the adventures that would be possible with you in my life. You are my sanity. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect, baby. Also gorgeous, with the best skin tone ever. 🌷 @strozilla

The Wedding 

dedicated to freak-is-the-new-princess
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Christopher Jackson and Lin-Manuel Miranda 2008 vs. 2016 Tony performance

Look at our C-Jack and Lin-Man! Pride is not the word I’m looking for! (x,x)

Did you know some people stop being tired? Like, they enjoy a cup of coffee and then go on with their day, feeling awake and functional? They don’t feel exhausted all day long? Like that’s so weird, what’s up with that.

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

The Worst Nightmare of Each Type

INFJ - Realizing that the cause they have been supporting is run by treacherous and immoral people. Any good they’ve ever done in the world is instantly erased and turned into something harmful. Everyone they care for believes they are cruel and heartless.

ENFJ - Everything they do continuously comes out wrong, and the more they try to fix it the worse it becomes. Every person they try to help somehow ends up worse off than before, and they are seen as the reason why everything is going wrong.

INFP - Being trapped in a crowded room with morally bankrupt people, and having to coexist with them. Not being allowed to express their emotions, or process anything alone. Being forced to watch injustices and not being able to stop them or express how wrong they are.

ENFP - They no longer can speak to other people, and are forced to be silent at all times. Their ability to express themselves and be creative has been taken from them. Because of this the world sees them are uncaring and unfriendly. They aren’t allowed to explore new possibilities and must maintain a strict schedule.

INTJ - Being forced to listen to people spread incorrect information, and those people are revered as geniuses. They are unable to speak out against anyone who is wrong, and are actually made to agree with them. Every emotion they have ever felt is transmitted in public and everyone sees them as emotional and incapable of intelligent thought.

ENTJ - Being forced to comply with someone else’s poorly developed plan. They have no ability to stand out or add insight to the plan, and when all is said and done everyone believes they are the reason things are going wrong. They constantly have to listen to others emotional problems, and have to sympathize with them.

INTP - They are forced to follow the lead of an ignoramus, whose only goal is to feed lies to the masses. They aren’t allowed to explore new possibilities, and everyone around them is incapable of accuracy. Because of this, they have to watch the people they care about fall victim to these falsities. They are mocked for their thoughts and emotions.

ENTP - Is forced into solitary confinement, where they are never allowed to debate anything ever again. They have to constantly listen to people discussing vapid topics with no intelligent discussion involved. Creative thought is banned.

ISTJ - They have to wake up each morning not knowing what will happen that day. They aren’t allowed to plan and have to live in a constantly messy and cluttered environment. Each day is filled with unknowns, and they aren’t given instructions until moments before they have to do something.

ESTJ - They are forced to follow the orders of a messy and unorganized fool. No one around them is allowed to listen to their commands, and they are forced to keep them to themselves. They are seen by everyone as incapable and weak.

ISFJ - Everywhere they go it seems like everyone is unhappy and fighting. Every time they try to stop the arguing, they are verbally attacked and everything wrong they have ever done is brought to light. Everything around them is a mess and every-time they try to organize they are yelled at and forced to stop.

ESFJ - They aren’t allowed to express caring towards others, and are seen as cold and inconsiderate. They know that their loved ones are in danger, but they are completely powerless to stop it. Every-time they do try to fix the problem or make things better, it just keeps getting worse. Because of this they are left forever alone and are abandoned by their loved ones.

ISTP - They are forced to sit in a room and listen to intellectually moribund people try to solve a problem. As they watch these people attempt to put something together, they are unable to help or say a word.

ESTP - They are incapable of feeling excitement, and must sit alone in a room all day long. There are no reading materials or things to keep them busy, just their own thoughts.

ISFP - They are forced to live with people who are rude, and make them live each day based on a strict schedule. They are constantly criticized and there is no one around that cares enough to step in and stop it.

ESFP - The world breaks out with a terrible sickness, and the only way to survive is by staying inside and avoid all social engagements until the end of time.

I don’t like waiting. I don’t like how I can’t see you every day or give you unexpected kisses. I don’t like feeling so alone. But i’ll go through it all if it means I get to be with you forever.
I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.
—  Ryan O’Connell, This is Why I’m in Love With You

Preparing for cold winters by always staying warm  ♡

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Let Riko be King. Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me? I’m gonna be the deadliest piece on the board.

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└ How can this adorkably cute mien be that of our oldest member? Muri desu~~ Too squishable~~

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 11.03.2017

Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 

MASTERLIST


It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 


I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo

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Prompt: My soul reached to yours.

Requested by: @myklaineinthe67impala

Prompt by: @sangrites



“Nervous, aren’t you?” Percy could swear he heard a considerable dose of amusement in Tina’s voice. He didn’t like it, not at all. “Never thought I’d see you like this, director-”

“Percival,” he interrupted her, not bothering to look away from the mirror. “We’re not working today, Tina.”

He was still trying to adjust the flower in his buttonhole. A lemon flower. Extravagant, Percy was well aware of it. He stole it from his own windowsill - Credence took liking in herbology some time ago and lemon was his favourite plant so far. Besides, oregano and thyme would be too extravagant even for Percy’s liking.

Wondering if Credence would wear the violets he’s send him the evening before - No-Majs had some silly superstitions about the last before tying the knot and Newt Scamander used the occasion to steal Credence from him one last time - Percy fastened his cufflinks. He couldn’t understand why was there any need for them to part for a night if everyone knew they were were living together for years, but if Credence wanted it, he couldn’t argue. It seemed unreasonable at first - he sat down in his favourite chair after Credence left and he read his newspaper like he usually did, trying not to focus on the perceptible lack of Credence by his side. Suddenly his flat, the very same he used to spend countless months in on his own, felt awfully lonely. Turning in his bed restlessly for long hours and falling asleep shortly before dawn he tried to understand when - and how - did he become so dependable.

Tina had to drag him out of his bed by force. Not even his favourite coffee tasted the same when Credence wasn’t around.

Thankfully he didn’t have to travel far for the wedding. His parents insisted they should get married in the family house. The Graves’ manor. He hated the pompous feeling the words were bearing, but Credence didn’t seem to mind. Manor meant family and family meant history, countless names from the past and - hopefully - a few more from the future.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Percy wondered what would they children look like if they had any. Would they be tall and lithe like Credence? Or-

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door and Percival turned around, realizing Tina was gone. He must have drifted away thinking about Credence and how much he wanted to see him again. It was another No-Maj thing, not seeing one’s spouse before the wedding. Utter nonsense.

The knock was heard again, a bit more insistent this time.

“Coming,” he murmured impatiently. Was it his mother? Was she still trying to make Credence wear her old diadem?

Opening the door, Percival got ready for another pointless argument, but to his immense surprise it wasn’t his mother standing in front of him.

“I missed you.” Credence slipped into the sunny room, the violets not in his buttonhole, but on his head, a tiara Percy’s mother couldn’t probably approve of.

“I missed you too. You have no idea how much.” Percy couldn’t stop smiling, even though he was pretty sure he looked like a lovesick fool. Thankfully, there was no one around to see him, not yet. Seeing Credence - Credence who was kind and brave and his, married or not - made him feel alive again.  "You look so beautiful.“

A soft blush crept on Credence’s cheeks as he reached for Percy’s hands, lacing their fingers together. There was something unearthly wondrous about the moment, Percival thought. His heart struggled against his ribs, trying to pierce through, to get closer to the only person he’s ever cared for so much. There were other people he cared for - his parents, his team, Seraphina and Tina and even Theseus’ annoying brother - but none of them mattered that much. It was new and scary and exciting all the same.

"Thank you for the violets,” Credence smiled shyly, avoiding Percy’s eyes. His fingers traced the lapel of Percy’s suit. “Lemon? Really?”

“I thought it would go nice with your ring.” Raising Credence’s palm and ghosting over the shiny stone with his lips, Percival thought his excuse sounded awfully untrue. It was hard to admit he missed Credence so desperately he had to use the flowers he planted as a substitute.

Credence had to see through the lie though, because he looked up and their eyes met, one pair stubborn, the other soft.

After what felt like forever, their lips met at last, melting against each other. Percival thought it felt familiar, nothing like their first kisses, uncertain on both his and Credence’s side. Warm. Deep. Intoxicating.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered in Credence’s hair when it ended, not really awaiting any answer, the scent of violets barely perceptible.

“Nothing,” the boy smiled, nipping at his neck and holding him tighter. “My soul reached to yours.”

anonymous asked:

I just found that blog and already enjoy your writing very much! Are you taking prompts? If yes, then: body swap between neurodivergent and neurotypical person. It would be so exciting, to see that story in your style 💖

It’s taken me a while to get to this prompt! I didn’t want to take it lightly since I’m neurotypical. I talked to one of my friends who’s neurodivergent, so hopefully her help allowed me to do this prompt justice!

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Ashley wakes up well-rested with the memory of falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow the night before.

This is her first clue.

The second is the alarm blaring next to her head, a constantly increasing BRRR BRRRR BRRRR sound. It’s annoying, but not painfully so, not like nails in her head, and she’s just…irritated. That’s all.

Her third clue comes when she sits up and sees her best friend Sera across the room.

“Sera…?” Ashley asks and then stops. That wasn’t her voice. She looks down. This isn’t her body. “Oh. I’m Sera.”

It’s not common–though it’s not uncommon either–to switch bodies. Typically kids grow out of it around 12, they stop coming home in their friend’s body, stop charging down the stairs to announce to Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so that their kid will be home soon, they switched last night, no worries, is that breakfast? 

What is uncommon is the fact that Ashley switched. Switching requires a close bond, being on the same frequency as the other person, and she’s definitely not on the same frequency as Sera.

Or she didn’t think they were.

“We really are friends,” she says out loud, surprised. There’s none of the instinctive fear rising at the thought, no inner voice saying that she’s probably reading this wrong, nothing. She just feels…warm.

“Sera?” Mrs. Henderson says from outside the door. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard over the still-blaring alarm. “Honey, are you okay? Your alarm’s been going for a while.”

Ashley stares at the door, speechless. The alarm is loud, painfully so, but she’d still heard Mrs. Henderson. The alarm had almost faded when she focused on Mrs. Henderson’s voice. Normally she would have had to turn the alarm off to sort out all the input, she might have even had to sit quietly for a while just to get the sound out of her head, but this body had prioritized it instantly.

Instinctively, Ashley wraps her arms around herself, but, instead of being comforted, she’s just…wrapping her arms around herself.

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