for anon ~

anonymous asked:

so...we've seen Shiro and Keith pining together, Lance and Shiro pining together, can we see Lance and Allura hanging out and pining over the Boys??


she changed the subject so quickly because literally like 3 minutes earlier, keith texted her about how he was so glad he kept the marmora suit for…. ahem…. reasons

anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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anonymous asked:

a concept: neil or andrew with a service/support dog,,, that is all.

FUCK

imagine how much andrew would hate it. like, he barely learns to tolerate the cats, and then neil comes back from his therapist with this weird grin on his face and he’s like… “andrew we’re getting a dog.” and andrew’s just like “no we’re not” but he can’t say no to neil really so… there’s this bundle of warm that’s always happy, somehow, and needs walking as well as feeding (wtf, he’s not paying rent?)

but then - the dog actually respects the word ‘no’, unlike the fucking cats. and even though neil cannot train the dog, for the life of him (he wants to just give the dog treats, there’s no structure), andrew can. the fact that the dog will do absolutely anything for treats or a brief scratch behind the ears is ridiculous, but simultaneously… almost…… entertaining?

he trains the dog to fetch his glasses for him, and to attack neil every so often (he thinks it’s a game, which just makes it easier). and he doesn’t have to walk the dog in the mornings, because neil takes it running, and because he was already trained he didn’t shit on the floor or anything, so it’s not really worse than the cats

(but he refuses to learn the dog’s name, because it’s ridiculous, too. the dog starts to respond to “dog” or “hey, you” or “ball of hair” more than his actual name).

anonymous asked:

do u mind doing a list of fav paintings? thank you either way!

sure i don’t mind :-) i actually love downloading art cc!! 

  1. femmeonamissionsims’ great art series - every painting in this collection is amazing
  2. peacemaker-ic’s canvas splash paintings
  3. starriedsim’s coexistence paintings
  4. bustedpixels’ lungberg prints
  5. bluehoppersimming’s boho chic paintings

other lists I’ve done can be found here, I think I’ve covered the bulk of everything I could possibly do, if there’s still one not there that you want - go ahead and hit me up :’-)

anonymous asked:

Jikook looked domestic af I'm a sobbing mess T__T the size difference OMG Everytime I see the gif where JM is leaning on JK to whisper to him I can't help but imagine how they are used to this kind of contacts and when they're alone they're probably more freely touchy, I love boyfriends. Those little tiny hands on JK huge and solid pecs.... help....

Domestic Jikook is what I live for!!! They were so giggly and cute and sharing food. And the best part of it all: it all seemed so natural. I can’t imagine how touchy they are when they are alone. AND I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE PECS THING A LOT RECENTLY. With the way JK was sitting, his chest was all pushed out making it look big and then Jimin put his tiny (and beautiful) hand on his pecs and just– ;_______; Imagine him putting his hands on Jungkook’s chest, getting up on his tip toes and kissing him sadjf;sd

(yes I giffed this up close and slowed it down just for this ask ♡)

anonymous asked:

I /almost/ turned in my Klance fan fiction instead of my assignment to one of my teachers

LMFAO you’re veryyy lucky that was an “almost” situation…. some of us aren’t quite that blessed…….

this ask may or may not have unlocked a tiny chapter of my cringey backstory so now it’s story time. (i’m so sorry lmfao)

about a year ago, i was putting the finishing touches on a paper for an art class… it was the last assignment of the semester and VERY important. also around that time, i had recently discovered the magic of a silly little swimming anime known as Free! and quickly fell into makoharu hell. therefore, at some point i wrote a short little fanfic about them and saved it away on my computer/AO3 never to be thought of again. 

the art paper was due at midnight and i finished a tiny bit early by like 10pm, so i sent the document and ran off to make celebratory rainbow cupcakes (they were fuckin rad and i highly recommend)

after my first batch of cakey delights came out of the oven, my phone buzzed and told me i had an email from my professor. “wtf, it’s like 11pm” i asked myself….. but then i read the email and died inside.

it read:

“good evening! 

i received your email, but i’m confused. you’d told me that your paper was going to focus on the italian painter taddeo di bartolo, but all i’m seeing is haru and makoto being oblivious to their feelings. 

please send the correct document before midnight, thank you.”

SO BASICALLY I DIED AND APOLOGIZED OVER AND OVER AND SENT THE RIGHT PAPER AND SHE EMAILED ME BACK AGAIN AND SAID IT WAS FINE BUT HERE’S THE REAL KICKER:

AT THE VERY END OF HER LAST EMAIL SHE PUT:

“your story was cute but i’m more of a rinharu girl, myself”

AND THAT, ANON, IS THE STORY OF HOW I SENT HORRIBLE MAKOHARU FANFICTION TO MY ART PROFESSOR