freaky days

Candy Hearts || Bucky x Reader

Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)

Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!

A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.

Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.

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Don't just eat her out. Kiss her pussy lips, suck her clit, slurp her juices up, finger fuck her till she drip and make her body shiver while you make that pussy quiver. And when she screams, lick her all over while she creams

One of my favorite hobbies is “Find the Tragic Antagonist”. It’s very simple:

1.) Play game, watch show/movie, read book etc.

2.) Locate tragic antagonist.

3.) Become irrationally attached to them and obsess over their damaged soul and sad decline into villainy. A++

Also: I am 110% sure that Samson has some weird unrequited hatecrush on Cullen.  He’s all, “I know I’m supposed to be fleeing because my nemesis has discovered our hideout but I’m going to stop and write a letter to my ex-roommate explaining my intentions and begging him to join me. Please see attached drawing of the two of us frolicking hand-in-hand through fields of red lyrium. Look how great everything would be if you were dating me instead of the Inquisition, Cullen. XOXO, Samson.” .

You’re not fooling anyone, Samson.  No one is fooled.

  • Blackwall: So is it true that the Knight Commander of Kirkwall became a … statue?
  • Varric: One hundred percent true. She is still bringing an extra level of horror to the Gallows.
  • Blackwall: You mean they haven’t moved her?
  • Varric: Well if they did that, then the children couldn’t play who is brave enough to touch Meredith.
  • Blackwall: They don’t really do that? Do they?
  • Varric: No… No one is brave enough to touch Meredith…

anonymous asked:

Hello, local Aussie here! Please remember to stay hydrated and eat well, also try pressing a cold damp cloth on your forehead and back of neck, I know a lot of people who find it helpful. Wishing you the best through the heat! <3

Thank you local Aussie ;v;

I’m currently surviving by creating my own reasonably cool climate inside the apartment with the AC and not daring to venture outside while it’s day. I’ve become a weird summer vampire (i’m also drinking so much slushed up sour cherry juice which is a dark red so I’m only adding to that stereotype)

gods, late september/october can’t come soon enough

Fun Fact: I simply found this picture in my archives one day; I had completely forgotten about its existence. I don’t even remember when I drew it, although the file says it was created on the 5th of May. I am spooked because never before has a finished image like this been completely wiped from my memory as this has done, and I’m lucky to have stumbled upon it because otherwise it would have disappeared into the recesses of existence.

So here y’all go. A hidden Chara of strange origins; stop being so freaky child jeezles.

Friday - the day for unnumbered ramble-y updates

I finally got to sit down with my boss and two others to go through the training I’ve been building in Articulate. This was the part that was missing – collaboration. I made some wrong decisions about methodology because I’ve been working in a vacuum for months, and their input helped me to see how much more useful the training will be if I set it up so quizzes have unlimited chances, and if the feedback given after an incorrect choice is made reinforces the correct information. Try again. That and four other major structural changes have me scrambling to finish it by Tuesday’s client presentation, but this is good, the whole thing will be so much more effective. I’ll have to bring my laptop home over the weekend for the first time in a while. 

This is shitty timing, as I really need to finish the garden beds and plant everything and get my office emptied out for Ty. Oh, hey, wait. He can do both of those things for me in exchange for food and lodging, right? Right. He and Lila can wrestle the futon and the file cabinets down to the basement. Hoo boy, do I have some things I need to share about this whole situation, but I’ll just continue to process internally. Suffice it to say: BEER ME. 

I also need to process the sour cherries still – thinking bourbon cherry jam. I keep forgetting to buy a pitter, so that’s a good two hours I’ll be doing them with a chopstick. I finished up the garlic scapes a few minutes ago. Five pints of pickled with a white vinegar brine, coriander seed, mustard seed, peppercorn, my hot red pepper flake mix, and bay. I also have a giant bowl of them sitting on the counter in a salt water bath to soften and begin the fermentation process. On Sunday they’ll move over to the crock with kimchi seasoning. I’m sort of managing to squeeze little domestic things in between work/commute insanity. It’s amazing how quickly it becomes time for bed when I get home. 

I’m trying to not beat myself up for not making it to the gym enough, or even taking neighborhood walks. Dina got me in for a surprise massage last night because she had a cancellation, and oh my goodness, the lactic acid release pain was so intense I think I tried to leave my body. Oh, how I needed that. I should have cleaned the tub and soaked in mineral water, but that would have required so much physical effort. Instead, I prepared leftovers for us and went over my credit report to make sure my ducks are in a row for buying a new car. I have some work to do over the next few weeks before I can pull the trigger on that. 

I need to find the mental space and time to help Ty with school applications, and some medical stuff, too. And fly Lila to MA in a few weeks. Maybe I can convince Ty to go instead. Holy shit guys, any ideas on how to clone me? 

Oh, and maybe make time for a date here and there. That would be nice.