growing up still gets me down

anonymous asked:

Why are you so anti La La Land?

I’m not anti-La La Land at all. I have nothing against it, it’s a cute movie and all. I just feel like movies like Moonlight are more deserving of all of the awards that La La Land has been sweeping up this awards season.

The reason why I want Moonlight to win so bad is because of its story. To have a movie about an African-American boy struggling with his sexuality while growing up is something I thought would never happen. It’s touching and relatable because it’s something that I went through growing up and to see someone that looks like me going through what I went through during my whole childhood really strikes a chord with me. Growing up African-American and gay is difficult because the stigma of showing yourself as weak or feminine is something still looked down upon in the African-American community if you’re a boy. You have to act as masculine as you can to prove yourselves to others or else you would get teased or picked on. Barry Jenkins telling of Chiron’s story through Moonlight paints a story of millions of African American males childhoods. Not only African American males but also other males of color as well.

When you compare that to a musical about a white woman wanting to be an actress and a white man wanting to save jazz, a genre deeply rooted in African-American culture and from slavery…she just doesn’t have the range compared to Moonlight, I’m sorry.

But none of this really matters anyway because we all know that La La Land is going to sweep at the Oscars just like it did with all the other major award shows this season so

"I wonder what I said..."

Okay, so, my rogue recently bought an ice short sword. Whilst in a battle, though, she stabbed a fire-being thing, which negated both the power of the monster and my sword. So, Minster shatters. Yay! Sword shatters. Not yay.

Me: “Well that was a waste of gold.”
“DM: “The hilt is still getting really, really cold in your hand.”
Me: “Huh, I should probably put it down.”
DM: “It’s starting to burn your hand with cold, so maybe.”

So she puts down the hilt, and the little gem in it starts to crack and shatter and out pops a tiny ice elemental, which we ended up giving water and stuff to grow it to a bigger size while trying to talk to it.

The necromancer tries to use an ice spell to make friends.

Me: “Are you trying to steal the elemental?!”
Necro: “Yeah, kinda.”
Me: “I paid for that sword, if that elemental is going to make friends with anyone, it’ll be me!”
Necro: “Awww, but-”
ME: “You have your zombies, now go away!”

Everyone else gives up on communication with it, but I paid for that fuckin’ sword, I’m not giving up yet.

DM: “The elemental continues to look at you, making gust sounds and whistling.”
Me: “Uh, I’ll start whistling back! Let’s hope I don’t accidentally offend it.”
DM: “Roll bluff.”
Me: “21”
DM: “It makes a high pitched whistle at you and begins moving forward.”
Me: “Lets see how this one backfires. I whistle some more. I probably insulted its mother by accident or something.”
DM: It gets to you and touches the base of your pants, melts and the water begins traveling up your body.“
Me: "UM, Ice elemental I am flattered but taken! Oh fuck did I seduce the elemental? My girlfriend is gonna be so pissed.”

DM:“It goes up your body to your chain shirt, and freezes again, giving you another point of armor and a resistance to cold.”

Me: “Oh. That’s cool! Now I can make ice puns.”
Everyone Else: “Oh shit, no, not more puns.”

And I’m guessing I’ll never find out what was said in that conversation with the ice elemental.

For fuck’s sake what the actual fuck is happening why is there a fucking bootleg-Del worm thing near me I was just listening to music what the actual hell is going on are you fucking serious I’m 26 years old and I’m about to shit myself like what the fuck technically I didn’t even have a choice about being in this goddamn band I was like 10 and I didn’t even know my own parents and I was raised by a possessed guy and his ghost friend and a zombie looking blue haired twat and an actual goddamn satanist like how the fuck did I even grow up nicely with these arseholes I just wanna dance and have fun like what the fuck even happened I got fucking gunned down and replaced with a fucking robot and now I’m a goddamn adult woman and I’m still dealing with this shit I’m too tired for this what the fuck even is this snake looking fuck get away from me what the actual fuck I’m going to piss myself what the fuck. what the fuckk

It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text to the wrong person.


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his leather chair.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

Keep reading

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.”
“You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.”
“Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.”
“I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.”
“You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.”
“You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.”
“What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.”
“Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.”
“Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.”
“I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.”
“You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.”
“You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.”
“I own you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.”
“If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.”
“Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.”
“You’re so young…”
“I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.”
“There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.”
“You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?”
“I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.”
“How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.”
“It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.”
“I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.”
“I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.”
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.”

“Hello? Is anyone down here?!”
“Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.”
“You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?”
“Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?”
“Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?”
“It’s the police! Show yourself!”
“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

100 Reasons to Love Kim Namjoon

today is my 3 year anniversary of loving namjoon and so here’s 100 reasons everyone should love him !!!!!!!

  1. he gave up a stable future of studying and going to college (despite being so smart) to risk everything and pursue his dream of becoming a rapper
  2. had to fight criticism for being an ‘idol’ rapper and struggled for years with his decision and identity
  3. when he says he loves himself !!!!
  4. never forget this cute tummy flash !!!!!!!!
  5. he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself 
  6. WHEN HE’S LAUGHING REALLY HARD AND HE STARTS SEAL CLAPPING
  7. that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
  8. his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
  9. HIS DOE SHAPED PRETTY CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  10. professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
  11. his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
  12. he loveloveloves dogs !
  13. literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
  14. that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
  15. you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
  16. his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
  17. the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
  18. the mole on the left side right under his jawline 
  19. the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
  20. THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  21. that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
  22. the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
  23. has been known to support LGBT since 2012
  24. THAT TIME BTS WERE IN ISAC IN 2015 AND HE WAS EVERY MEMBER’S HYPE MAN 
  25. when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
  26. that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt 
  27. the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
  28. how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
  29. 6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
  30. that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
  31. HIS PRETTY PINK POUTY PLUSH PERFECT LIPS 
  32. that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
  33. he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
  34. HIS ALL BLACK OUTFITS AND THE WAY HE LOOKS WHEN HE WEARS ALL BLACK AND THE WAY ALL BLACK LOOKS ON HIM AND -
  35. the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
  36. when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
  37. HE JUST WANTS TO CATCH CRABS FOR GOODNESS SAKE
  38. his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
  39. in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
  40. he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
  41. his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
  42. the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
  43. okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute 
  44. the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
  45. THE AUDACITY HE HAS TO WINK AND BITE LIPS AT CAMERAS THE SHEER AUDACITY
  46. the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  47. the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
  48. that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
  49. SAILORMON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  50. that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
  51. his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
  52. his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
  53. legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  54. that time namjoon was a minion for halloween 
  55. “I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
  56. his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
  57. he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much 
  58. that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
  59. his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
  60. the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
  61. that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
  62. THAT TIME HE LITERALLY DESCRIBED HIS ERECTION ON LIVE RADIO AIR IN ENGLISH 
  63. that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
  64. those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  65. that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
  66. his messy friendship with jackson 
  67. the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them 
  68. award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  69. i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
  70. that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
  71. deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
  72.  KIM DAILY
  73. that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
  74. sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces 
  75. that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
  76. when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
  77. the way he says ‘baby’
  78. EVERY ‘WHAT AM I TO YOU’ PERFORMANCE HE’S EVER DONE
  79. that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
  80. THAT TIME NAMJOON DID THIS GUITAR ACOUSTIC WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND HE RAPPED SO SWEETLY MY HEART OVERFLOWED
  81. taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years 
  82. special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
  83. THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  84. ‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
  85. accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
  86. the way he looks when he wears headbands 
  87. when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
  88. sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
  89. once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
  90. got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
  91. THAT TINY MOLE BELOW HIS BOTTOM LIP THAT YOU CAN ONLY SEE IF HE SMILES REALLY WIDE
  92. the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  93. that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
  94. the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai 
  95. HE HAS BENDY ARMS !!!!!!!!! NO REALLY I SWEAR THEY BEND BACKWARDS 
  96. he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
  97. he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
  98. can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
  99. he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
  100. “I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”
Look at me (boyf riends)

jfc it’s done look it’s the boyf riends being dorks can you believe it what a shock. 

Alternative title: How These Morons Manage To Put Off Kissing Each Other For Three Pages Because They’re Nervous Wrecks. HTMTPOKEOFTPBTNW for short. Just rolls off the tongue honestly.


From the very first few days of the Squip being disabled it was clear Jeremy was far from okay. He still flinched sometimes when his voice cracked, or when he got “dramatic” as he himself put it. Michael found a lot of things concerning about Jeremy’s behavior that hadn’t been there before. How he would sometimes slouch slightly and then suddenly straighten up as though he’d been burned. How he got uncomfortable doing anything that could be deemed uncool. Michael couldn’t lie, that in particular hurt quite a bit. Asking Jeremy if they could continue playing Apocalypse of the Damned from where they’d left off and seeing him setting his jaw and clenching his fists as if he was steeling himself for something; that had stung. Michael had forgiven Jeremy practically the second an apology was out of his mouth but that didn’t mean things were perfectly okay between them. The months of being completely alone were still fresh in his mind. Michael had to keep reminding himself that Jeremy was a victim in this too, that was clear to anyone watching even if he wouldn’t flat out say what the Squip had done.

Keep reading

hamilton + marriage proposal headcanons

masterlist

you had to know this one was coming next.

alexander

  • he does it in a public place of course
  • literally in the middle of the food court
  • it really wasnt safe to carry it in his pocket in the mall but. he did it anyway
  • he gets down on one knee
  • in the f o od court
  • and because of that you genuinely think hes just tying his shoe
  • who the fuck proposes in a food court surrounded by teenagers who might get wrong ideas and french fries
  • apparently alexander hamilton
  • so you’re looking around and waiting for him to finish 
  • and when you look back theres a box in his hand
  • and he… takes out a… folded up piece of paper…
  • ITS A POEM…….
  • and he READS IT OUT LOUD and its so CUTE but youre also SO EMBARRASSED because theres a part about how much he LOVES YOU IN BED
  • and after what felt like six hours he finally just says… “will you marry me?”
  • you hug him and pull him very close
  • (you mainly want him to shut up and for him to not talk about you in the nude in public anymore)
  • (he will ask you if it took too long. say yes. it was. he will then say “you know what else is long”)

john

  • this boy…
  • is so romantic…
  • he puts his heart into everything he does!!!
  • so he takes you to a little hillside in a park or in the countryside
  • and takes you for a picnic and everything is really nice
  • he packed all of your favourite foods and drinks and desserts and hes wearing a really nice white dress shirt and black pants
  • theres a little letter at the bottom of the basket he wants you to read
  • the dedication is really cute (”to the love of my life”)
  • but when you finish reading the letter… he is gone?
  • you are clearly very worried and you stand up and start looking around frantically 
  • and he is behind you and behind him is laf, alex, and herc
  • they’re all wearing…. matching outfits….
  • he starts s i n g ing and da nc ing
  • and when the song is finished he rushes over to you and gives you a big hug
  • and he keeps going
  • he gets down on one knee and has the BIGGEST, HAPPIEST GRIN ON HIS FRECKLED FACE 
  • and when he asks you to marry him
  • you’re probably blubbering and maybe crying because its so goddamn cute and hes so goddamn cute and hes like ”oh god did i do something wrong”
  • and you just shake your head and say yes, you do want to marry him
  • and the boys are in the background smiling, and sweating after all of the choreo they did
  • seriously. they’d been practicing for weeks.
  • (they said john even yelled at them once because he wanted it to be perfect)

lafayette

  • if there’s. ANYONE who is going to ask you to marry him in a restaurant
  • it’s lafayette.
  • he takes you out to a really fancy dinner
  • and you both dress up really nice
  • and you get what you swear to god is the nicest food you’ve ever eaten
  • and you laugh and smile and talk throughout dinner
  • but he seems… somewhat…. nervous and awkward
  • and he’s normally this smooth talking guy
  • and its… very suspicious
  • and its even MORE suspicious when he says he forgot his wallet and that you have to pay
  • and you’re like “…. alright???? …. i geuss?????”
  • he apologizes a lot, more than he ever has before
  • and when the bill comes in the lil wallet holder folder thing made of leather
  • and you start rummaging through your wallet for the money
  • he looks very panicked that you actually are going to pay
  • and he’s like “no no y/n please look in the folder thing please”
  • and you open it and tHERES A RING SITTING THERE ON TOP OF THE BILL
  • and he snatches it before you can do anything and proposes in front of everyone!!!
  • (you see a few waitresses cry)
  • (he repeats over and over that he doesn’t actually want you to pay)
  • (kiss him. he deserves it. he was so scared.)

hercules

  • you are completely alone when he proposes.
  • he just… does it in your living room?
  • he steps out of the bedroom and he has a shirt in his hands
  • and he’s quietly like “y/n i made this for you can you try it on?”
  • and you take it and somehow wrestle it onto your body
  • you don’t even know whats on it. you just look at him and tell him it fits
  • and he’s like “go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it”
  • and when you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror it says “will you marry me?” in big sparkly pink font
  • when you go back out hes wearing… a MATCHING SHIRT…
  • and he’s already down on one knee and you approach him
  • and he hits you with the pick up line he said when you first met
  • and you BURST into laughter
  • once you’ve calmed down he’s like “in all seriousness y/n… will you marry me?”
  • and when you say yes, he j u mp s up and tackles you onto the couch
  • (like it actually slightly hurt a little bit) 
  • and he’s very apologetic
  • and to make it up to you he starts kissing you everywhere he can reach
  • (he made the shirt very revealing… for a reason)

angelica

  • its going to be big.
  • its going to be very big because she has to live up to her own high standards that she and everyone else has set for herself
  • so she takes you to a really busy tourist destination
  • that you’ve probably been to a million times
  • and you’re like “ok nice can we go now angelica”
  • and she’s like hang on… i’m waiting for something
  • and when you’re probably starting to get really annoyed because you’ve been there for the longest time
  • music starts playing that wasn’t playing before
  • and its your favourite love song
  • (whatever genre, whatever artist, your favourite song is playing)
  • and you’re like wow angelica this is really funny huh? its my favourite song
  • and she gulps, really loudly, and takes you by the hands
  • and sits you down in a chair in the MIDDLE OF THE BUSY PART OF THE TOURIST DESTINATION THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE
  • and peggy and eliza emerge from the crowd
  • and, for you, they sing the rest of your favourite love song with beautiful harmony and really cute and simple dance moves
  • and by the end everyone around you is clapping and you’re clapping but still you’re…. probably confused because… why did she serenade you in public
  • and angelica gets down on one knee
  • and she asks you to marry her in the most simple phrase
  • just straight up. “Will you marry me”
  • you stand up and nod
  • and when you say yes everyone EXPLODES
  • and everyone is cheering and clapping and she kisses you and you’re both laughing
  • (”was it good y/n” “yes angelica” “are you sure cuz if it wasn’t good then i can redo it” “angelica it was great” “are you satisfied” “ye s”)

eliza

  • the two of you are out for coffee and you both are having a good time
  • laughing and typing away at your laptops or doing work
  • and eliza excuses herself to go to the bathroom
  • and so you’re texting on your phone waiting for her to come back
  • when one of the baristas calls your name even though you didnt order another drink
  • but you go over and retrieve the cup that is apparently yours
  • and try to take a sip from it because like… free drink hell yeah
  • but theres…. nothing inside but this little hollow noise???
  • so with an eyebrow raised, you take off the lid, and there’s this… beautiful ring at the very bottom.
  • like, it probably shouldn’t be there because if someone got the wrong cup, they would not return it
  • you know the ring is for you and that it’s from eliza but you… can’t see her? 
  • even the barista seems confused?
  • and then she shyly emerges from the bathroom and is like “DO YOU LIKE IT Y/N” across the entire cafe
  • and you’re like… “yes eliza i love it”
  • and so she runs on over and takes the cup from your hands and pulls the ring out
  • and she doesnt get down on one knee but she does help you sit up on the counter top
  • and she’s like “you know what i love? you”
  • and then she proposes. and she’s blushy and really flushed and has the goofiest, sweetest smile suspended on her face and she talks about how helpless you make her feel 
  • and when you say yes, she does this lil dance and picks you up by the waist and spins you around
  • and then she realizes she can’t carry you because she is smol!!! so you climb down
  • and she slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you and she tastes like hot chocolate
  • and its… amazing

thomas

  • he just got back from a really long business trip
  • and hes been away for weeks
  • and when you go to pick him up at the airport
  • hes sweaty, and his hair is kind of flat, and he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him
  • but he still looks so happy to see you
  • and when you guys are hugging, he whispers “what’d i miss” into your ear
  • (which is an ongoing joke between the two of you)
  • and you whisper “you missed me” in return
  • and you feel his smirk grow against your cheek
  • but when you finally pull away after about ten years of hugging
  • hes not smiling and he says, very seriously, “i never want to have to miss you that much ever again”
  • and he gets down on one knee and opens a small pocket of his suitcase
  • and pulls out a ring.
  • and he says this big long speech about how much he loves you
  • and how much he missed you
  • and every little thing about you he loves
  • (and backs it up with evidence)
  • eventually, he’s almost fallen asleep when he says, “will you marry me?”
  • and you get down so you’re level with him and you say “yes, thomas, i’ll marry you. now let’s go home”
  • (when he wakes up the next morning he double-checks to make sure you said yes)
  • (you say yes, you did say yes. “did you miss that thomas?”)

madison

  • lets face it.
  • this man probably wouldn’t go out of his way to propose
  • he loves you, of course, but you know that
  • and he knows that very much
  • and he doesnt feel the need to prove it to you with some big declaration?
  • (”i bet hamilton would do something lame like serenade you or read a poem, pssh”)
  • so you’re most likely in your bed just cuddling
  • and when you begin to pull away to get water or get changed, he looks over and just goes
  • “marry me?”
  • and you fall back into bed and tell him that you’d love to.
  • (he doesnt have the ring yet)
  • (he promises he will take you shopping when he’s not working)
  • (he works a lot)
  • (it will take a very long time to get your ring)
  • (he also doesnt want to go out when hes sick cuz he doesnt wanna cough all over really expensive rings)
  • (he apologizes profusely)
  • (tell him you love him anyway)
  • (and kiss him)

aaron

  • he is very shy
  • and has been carrying around the ring for months.
  • literally. months.
  • (he’s afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (like, very afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (he doesn’t put himself out like this a lot)
  • and hes also been waiting for the perfect moment!!
  • so one day you’re in a bookstore you both like
  • and amidst the stacks of books and paper
  • he gets down one on knee and is biting his lip because hes so nervous…
  • but he does it anyway!!! because he loves you!!! and really wants to marry you!!!
  • he wants it more than anything in his life!!!
  • he has a really!!! really cute and cliche speech about how much he loves you
  • talks about how beautiful you are every ten words
  • explains to you that you are the best thing in his life and never wants to lose you!!! but stutters his way through it
  • wants to put the ring on your finger while hes kneeling and… kisses your ring finger oh gosh…
  • he may… stay on the ground……. ???
  • (he wants you to either meet him on the ground or pull him up)
  • (pull him up by the collar and kiss him. he will smile so wide after)
  • (he might ask you later if it was romantic enough. tell him yes.)
Can We Pretend: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: public sin ;)

A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.

You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”
Foreign Objects

Requested- Can I also get a jungkook drabble please? 30, 68, 97 ^.^


Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. Sub! Reader, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Handcuffs, Daddy Kink, Power Bottom & Slight Use of a Vibrator :))))))

Word Count: 1380

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”


Keep reading

BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:

A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~


Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door, where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.

And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground, tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now, here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star sprinkled black of space.

The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”

Originally posted by snowyjin


Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.

You stop playing when you hear him enter the room, peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.

“Please continue,” he rasps.

Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.

You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music, until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. “Tired?”

He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.

“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.

As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.

When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he can be that extra bit closer to you.

With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you – flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.

Originally posted by joeguk


Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t like himself.

But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home, faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of it.

He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him – spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.

After a few moments, after a few deep breaths, he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to like himself like you love him.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.

Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”

Jimin heaves out a sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have changed since then. He’s changed since then.

Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.

“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.

“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will you. It terrifies him.

You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and strong for the rest of my life.”

How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”

Originally posted by lonastic


Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.

“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles on your face.

“Did you like my arrangement of it?”

“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”

“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.

Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of that song until I met you.”

“What? ‘Just One Day’?”

He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”

You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we have more than one day then.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears, both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified. And he can’t bring himself to make a move.

That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing, wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’. On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is, puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.

“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear, “Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Just like that it’s okay again. With the two of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other. Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


! I did not make the gifs !

GUYS

today i spent the day with my grandma because i cant stay home alone anymore and she asked me what kind of music i was into and i told her about all the bands i liked and 5SOS especially and she loved them. like, she asked me all sorts of questions and she wanted to know the meaning behind every song and everything and we talked about fanbases too and i realize that things havent changed that much since she was my age when it comes to bands and music fandoms. she said she used to feel like she was the only one who understood herself other than the artists. she said her and other fans would keep notebooks and write everything down about their favorite bands or members. she said she still had one somewhere and she remembers every time someone got a haircut or a girlfriend she would write down every detail and what she was feeling about it and her thoughts on it and she said when they released songs she would fill entire journals talking about them and i told her things were exactly the same now. we document everything online. she told me that as i get older people will tell me to grow up and stop obsessing over bands and she said to never listen to them. she said if she had stopped listening to the music she did when people told her to that she would be an overall unhappier person today. shes in her 60′s and understands me better than my parents and some friends even. she fell in love with 5SOS today and she said she felt like she was 15 again, listening to The Beatles in her room on her new record player. again, my 60-something year old grandmother was moved and felt young again listening to 5SOS. thats what music is all about. 

her fav was ashton btw 

@5sos

please boost this, i want 5sos to see their impact is huge and i need them to see how important they are

“they are not going anywhere anytime soon and damn it Emily if you stop listening to them i will raise hell until you pick them up again.” 

Imagine you tried to rob a wizard's tower

The cold stone walls close in on you. There’s fresh, clean straw under you and an empty bucket in one corner. A torch burns resolutely in the hallway. You knew this was a stupid idea. One of the boys in your village convinced you that the wizard is a fraud, that his potions are sugar water and his magical talismans are useless bits of junk. The boy dared you to sneak into the wizard’s tower, steal something, and bring it back. You agreed, but mostly to shut him up. You’re not afraid of the wizard or his alleged power. There’s no such thing as magic, after all.


The wizard’s tower was just outside of the village, at the edge of the forest. If it had any kind of guards or defenders, you’d never seen them. You snuck in through a crack in the wall and looked through shelves of bones and crystals and things you couldn’t even identify, searching for something small enough to slip into your pocket. You were startled by a noise behind you, and even more startled when you turned to look at the source. A little humanlike figure, about the size of a pigeon, sat perched on a shelf and grinned at you. It spread out its batlike wings and said something in a language you’d never heard, a few syllables that echoed strangely in the small room. Everything went black, and when you woke up, you were in a cell.

So here you are, imprisoned. There’s a man looking at you through the barred door. He’s a short and slight, with a neatly trimmed beard. You’ve seen him before, hawking the wizard’s wares in the village market, all smiles and lofty promises as he peddled healing potions and fertility charms. He is not smiling now.

“Why did you invade my tower?” he asks. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

You’ve always assumed that he was actually the wizard’s assistant, or just a hireling. He looks nothing like you’ve always pictured wizards. He’s wearing a look of extreme annoyance and the kind of tunic and trousers that wouldn’t look out of place on the village innkeeper. You don’t know what you expected. Elaborate robes and a long gray beard. For some unknowable reason, you’re unwise enough to say so.

“The robes are only for ceremonial use,” he says. “They are dreadfully uncomfortable. I can’t be bothered to wear them all the time. You break into my home, and now you expect me to walk around draped in all that nonsense just to meet your expectations?”

Lost for words, you can only shake your head.

“And what about you?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Why are you here? I warn you, I won’t take pity on you no matter how heartrending your story is. Your mother’s dying from some horrible disease the healers have never seen before? Is it your sister? Are your crops failing? I rather liked the thief who said he needed a lucky charm so he could win enough gold to pay off his gambling debts. I can imagine how he got into trouble in the first place.”

“A boy in the village dared me,” you admit, and your voice comes out as little more than a whisper. It sounds pathetic even to you. Your heart is pounding and if you weren’t still on the ground, you’d probably collapse anyway. “I only said yes so he’d shut up. I didn’t even take anything. I swear, I’ll never come here again-” You trail off as the words die in your throat.

The wizard closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Those charms I sell in the market? Those are mere trinkets,” he says. “Little things to keep the villagers happy. You have no idea what I can really do. If you ran off with something really dangerous, you could unleash horrors you can’t even imagine. I mean hellfire raining from the skies, cattle transforming into ravenous beasts. And that would be the least of it. You could end the world.”

“I’m sorry,” you try to say, but it just comes out as a squeaking noise.

He’s still glaring at you, but something in his expression actually seems to soften a little. “Still, you’re honest,” he says. “That’s a rare trait.”

“Are you going to let me go?” you ask.

The little winged creature is sitting on his shoulder. It chitters at you and draws one slender finger across its throat.

The wizard smiles coldly. “Eventually,” he says. “I can’t let intruders just run off on their merry way. You might decide to pay me a return visit. Or tell someone that I’m soft on thievery.” He pulls a bottle out of his pocket and holds it up to the bars. It’s clear glass, with a cork trapping some clear reddish liquid inside. “Here’s the deal. Drink this, endure what’s going to happen to you, and then you can go. Don’t drink it, and you’ll stay locked in this cell forever or until I find another use for you and all those delightful organs of yours. You would not believe what you can do with a human spleen.”

You hesitate. “Endure” is a very scary word, considering your current situation. But he did promise to let you go, and whatever that potion does can’t be worse than staying locked up forever. At least, you hope not.

The potion bottle clinks against cold iron as you pull it through the bars.. It’s heavier than it looks. “What is it?” you ask, studying the contents. “What’s going to happen to me if I drink this?”

“And ruin the surprise? It will hurt,” he says. “It won’t kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have bothered with the cell or dangling the thought of freedom out in front of you. I’m not that sadistic. Well, I am. But only sometimes.”

It’s still not very reassuring, but what he’s saying makes sense. He hasn’t hurt you so far, besides locking you up. And to be honest, taking his offer is the best option you have available. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll drink it. And then do you swear by the Light that you’ll let me go?”

The wizard is quiet for a moment. “The Light and I are not on particularly good terms,” he says. “But if it puts you more at ease, I swear by the Light that I’ll release you alive and unharmed.”

Somehow, it doesn’t put you at ease at all. But you believe him.

You try to open the potion bottle. The cork’s wedged in tightly and your hands are shaking too hard to pull it out. The little winged creature flutters off the wizard’s shoulder, flies right through the door, and lands beside you. Its agile fingers work the cork out easily, and the creature holds the bottle out to you expectantly. The potion smells like herbs and something you can’t quite identify.

“My familiar will have to stay here to keep you company,” says the wizard. “I can see through its eyes, and it is rather stronger than it appears. I’d advise against trying anything. Now, drink that so I can get back to work.”

Closing your eyes, you swallow the bottle’s contents. It tastes overly sweet and your throat tingles afterwards. You’re tingling all over, actually, and you can feel something shifting deep inside of you. There’s a twinge of pain deep in your belly. “What did I just drink?” you ask, trying to fight off a feeling of impending doom. “What’s happening to me?”

The wizard’s already setting off down the hallway. “You’ll see,” is all he says.

***

The familiar can’t seem to sit still. It paces up and down the length of your cell, occasionally flying out through the walls and back again. Whenever you try the walls they’re solid rock; the familiar must be able to pass through them magically. Once, you get up to try the door but the familiar just chitters at you menacingly. You sit back down and try to ignore the growing ache in your belly.

It started out as a mild annoyance, so slight you thought you were imagining it. Now it feels like someone’s punched you in the belly; not hard, but it hurts enough to be distracting. It feels like hours have passed but aside from the stomachache, nothing else seems to be happening to you. Maybe the potion really was sugar water after all. Or maybe it just didn’t work. You hope it didn’t work. Then the wizard’ll have to let you go just like he promised, right?

Your clothes are getting tighter around your middle. That’s odd. As you reach down to put a hand on your stomach, an icy rush of panic fills you. Your belly’s growing. It’s slow at first, but it soon starts growing faster. Eventually you have to strip out of your clothes just to make room for your new bulk. Once, a woman in the village gave birth to twins, and you’re bigger now than she ever was. You sit with your back against the cold stone wall and watch as you grow bigger and bigger, pinned beneath your own growing belly. Whatever’s inside you, it’s so heavy that you’re not sure you could stand up if you tried to. You run your hands over your belly, oddly fascinated by the feeling of it under your fingers. Your curiosity almost overcomes the fear.

Something slick is running out of you and down your legs to pool in the straw bedding. You wonder what’s inside you, and if it’s close to being born. Some kind of creature? You’ve heard that pregnant women can feel their babies moving, but you don’t feel anything besides a steadily growing weight. So maybe it’s not a creature.

That’s almost comforting. You’ve been imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios. Now you don’t need to worry that there’s some sort of demon beast about to claw its way out of you. Well, you weren’t worried about that before. You’re a little worried now.

All at once you feel a rush of fluid and some immense weight slipping into your passage. All your other thoughts vanish. There’s something inside you and you need to get it out, that’s all you know. You push, but you feel like the thing inside you is barely moving at all. You whimper in pain as you push harder, and you think you can feel it just barely inching its way down your passage.

You can feel your skin bulge outwards as the thing moves downwards one agonizing push at a time. The wizard said it would hurt, but this is so much worse than you feared. You feel tears streaming down your face as you try to force the thing out. You can feel it straining for release at your entrance. It’s barely half out and it’s already stretching you impossibly wide. By the Light, it feels like you’re going to split open. But you don’t, and you watch dumbfounded as an egg slides out of you.

An egg. You’re being held prisoner by a sadistic wizard, and he’s forcing you to lay eggs. It would be almost funny if you weren’t in so much pain right now. You let out a groan as another one enters your passage, begging you to squeeze it out. Again, you start to push, and again, you feel like the egg is barely moving at all. You scream, but it dissolves into helpless sobbing.

This is impossible. That first egg felt bigger than anything you could possibly squeeze out, and who knows how many more you have inside you? The wizard said he’d release you “eventually”. What does that even mean? How long does he expect to keep you here? Hours? Days? Weeks?

The familiar picks up your egg and flies out of the cell with it, apparently having no trouble carrying an object bigger than itself. You wonder where they’re going, what the wizard intends for these eggs. But then you need to push again and the effort drives everything else out of your mind.

The second doesn’t come much easier, but after another exhausting ordeal an egg drops out of you and onto the straw below. And, again, the familiar scoops it up and flies off with it to who knows where. You feel a third egg enter your passage. Then a fourth, a fifth. You’re losing count. All you can do is keep laying eggs and pray that there’s an end in sight.

They start coming faster and faster. After you birth each egg you barely have time to catch your breath before the next one starts working its way out. You barely noticed it through the haze of pain but now you realize that your belly hasn’t been shrinking. In fact, it’s growing. New eggs are forming inside you faster than you can push them out.

A horrible thought occurs to you.

“When I lay them all, that’s it?” you ask the familiar, between gasps. “He’ll let me go?”

The familiar nods excitedly.

“But-” You thought you were out of tears but now you can feel more welling up. You just keep growing more. You’ve been tricked. The wizard lied. He’s never going to let you go. You’ll just stay here in this cell forever, spewing out eggs until you die, wondering when the tide will finally stop. Your throat’s already hoarse, but you scream as another egg starts to slide down your passage.

***

You cry in relief when you notice that your belly is finally shrinking. By the end, the eggs just slide out of you with no resistance; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Your hole is stretched beyond recognition and every part of you hurts. You lie there in the straw, too spent to move. “Please, let it be over,” you whisper. You’ll never steal anything ever again. You’ll go to the Chapel of the Light every Sun’s Day and pray for forgiveness. You’ll kill the bastard who dared you to come here in the first place.

The wizard steps into view in the hallway as his familiar carries the last egg away. “Normally I give my guests a second or third dose of the ovigenesis potion,” he says, by way of greeting. “But, well, you were honest with me. If you like, you can have this instead.”

The potion in his hands now is one you recognize. It’s one of the milky-pink healing potions he sells in the marketplace. He offers it to you and you drink it down without an argument. It takes effect almost instantly. Your pain fades and you can feel your poor, abused muscles repairing themselves. In a few minutes you feel almost as good as new. Almost.

You were too exhausted to realize that you’re still naked. Naked in front of a strange man who has you locked in a cell. Reflexively, you cover yourself.

The wizard chuckles a little. “I can see through my familiar’s eyes, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer and I have no prurient interest in your body. To me, you’re just a source of raw materials.”

You really don’t like the way he says that. Your hands stay where they are and you look over at your discarded clothing. Your discarded, wet clothing. Ugh.

“I can clean the…assorted fluids out of your clothes. You know, with magic.” He mutters something and waves his hands. The familiar neatly folds your clothes and lays them on a dry patch of straw. “There we go. Do you have any other pressing needs? A glass of water, perhaps?”

You answer no. Actually, you’d love a cold drink of water right now but besides the healing potion, you’re not sure you’d feel safe drinking anything he might offer you.

The wizard shrugs. “As I promised, you’re alive and unharmed. Mostly unharmed, at least. My healing potion will take care of that. I’m sure you can feel it working already. When you’ve recovered, you can leave.” He turns and walks off into the darkened hallways.

Strength returns to your body and your poor, abused hole even starts to close up. When you feel confident that you can stand without falling over, you dress yourself and follow the chittering familiar out through the wizard’s dungeons. You head out through the tower’s front doors and into the night. Outside, the breeze smells sweeter than the finest perfume. You stagger home and collapse into your bed, sleeping soundly until well into the afternoon.

***

You never go near the tower again. The village boy shows up at your house the next day and asks what happened. You’re tempted to punch him, but you don’t have the strength. Instead, you tell him to fuck off as viciously as you can manage. He doesn’t bother you again.

But it doesn’t quite end there. You try to avoid the wizard’s stall on market days but somehow he’s always right in your path, and he always greets you with a wide smile and a cheerful “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer!” Sometimes, he tries to offer you a very familiar red potion. Your heart stops when you see it, but then he gives you a wink and slips the bottle back into some hidden pocket.

Lately he’s been selling “dragon’s egg” potions and carved amulets. Whenever you see them set out and glinting in the sunlight, you ache somewhere deep inside. You’re sure those eggs didn’t come out of any dragon, but you can never work up the nerve to ask.

You develop a profound sense of appreciation for chickens and egg-laying creatures of all kinds. You can never look at an omelette the same way again.

And it turns out that the potion never truly wore off. Once every few months, you’re awakened in the middle of the night by a sharp pain in your abdomen. The wizard’s familiar swoops in as you push a giant egg out of yourself, cackling to itself as it watches you strain. Laying the egg is always worse than you remember; every push feels useless, like the egg’s trying to cling to your insides out of sheer spite. Eventually it crowns and then slides out, leaving a void where your insides were stretched around it.

Every time, you wonder if this egg will really be the last one. Every time, you ask the familiar to tell the wizard you’re sorry, you never meant any harm, and can he fix what the potion did to you?

The familiar just grins at you and flies off into the night, holding your newborn egg in its arms.

(Hi! I’m deepoceanblue and when I sat down at my computer, this happened. Thanks for reading <3)

‘Baby Girl’ Part 2 - Serpent!Jughead x Reader

As much requested by so many of you a really bad but very very smutty jughead Fic!! I do hope that this is okay for all of you guys 

Warnings- Very smutty, daddy kink, praise, roughness, NSFW gif, swearing.

Masterlist    Part 1

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

“Strip for me, baby girl" 

You eyed him teasingly as he smirked up at you, "did I stutter?” he asked and your hands immediately went to the lapels of his jacket that you were still wearing, pushing it slowly down your shoulders tantalisingly, returning his smirk as you did so.  A low warning growl came from Jugheads throat, almost warning you not to tease but you ignored it, watching carefully as you saw his arousal growing. Your fingers moved slowly across the hem of your top and curled under it, shimming your hips lightly as you removed it I one go revealing your serpent green lace bra. You barely registered Jughead getting up before you were pressed against the bedroom wall, “Don’t tease me now, baby girl. I said strip, not play around, do you need daddy to teach you the difference?” You crashed your lips to his and he gave in for a moment, as your tounge flicked across his lip he pulled away, making you moan, his lips all smudged from your lipstick, and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. “No, I m not doing the work tonight. You are.” He pushed your skirt firmly up, bunching it at your hips reviling you had no panties on. He ran his fingers over your heat slowly a few times and pulls them back, grinning and biting his lip. “Naughty girl, how dare you walk around flaunting yourself in public like this, trying to get me to do your bidding again.“ he growled in your ear and slapped your arse firmly. "Now get this skirt off, now. ” You didn’t hesitate that time as he towered over you, you knew what was coming and it made you wetter than ever.
With his hands firmly on your shoulders and pushing you down. You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants, him removing his shirt as you did, and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton, leaving small bruises on his tender spots, loving the feeling of him running his hands through your hair, to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers.
You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his toned stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. Jughead grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection keeping you there for a moment and watching you look up through your dark eyelashes at him. You were gasping for air as you pulled away but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand slowly, teasing him again dangerously. Using your hair and pulling it lightly you stood up, his arms going to your waist and picking you up, making you squeal when he attacked your neck with kisses, “Why the fuck are you so irresistible?” he murmured into your ear before he threw you onto the bed, his hands running up and down your body hungrily as he kissed you feverishly. His mouth delved between your legs causing you to cry out and your legs tense throwing your hands into his hair and crying out as his tongue lapped at your wetness, “Shit baby girl, look what daddy did to you,” he teased you, his hands wrapping around your thighs and pulled you into his face. Using his tongue alone he made you squirm but his grip was bruising but you loved the pressure as he held you still.
“Fuck, Jug, I’m close.” You panted and you barely finished your sentence before you felt an emptiness where his warm mouth was. You started to whine as you opened your eyes to see Juggie, mouth glistening with your juices as he crawled up your body, fully exposed and on top of you.
“I want you to come around my cock tonight, baby girl,” Jughead said in his dark tone, his eyes blown wide with utter lust as he pushed his large member into your cunt. Your mouth fell open as you cried out, his giving you no time to adjust. He started out moving slow and as your moans got louder, begging him to faster as his grip on your waist tightened, his volume matching yours. He started to slam into you and you swore you could see stars. You could tell he was also feeling the same intense pleasure as his eyebrows were scrunched and he had a look of concentration on his face. He pulled out momentarily, laying on his back and pulling you on top of him quickly sliding you back onto his dick. He watched with lust as you moved up and down slowly a few times, rolling your hips as you balanced yourself with your hands on his abs.
"Fuck baby girl,” he groaned as he let you have full control for once. His hands went to cup your tits as you moved quicker, your core pulsing as you got closer to coming,
“Fuck Juggie”
“nah ah baby girl, what do you call me?” he strained, his hands slipping to your waist as he pulled you down harder
“Daddy.”
“Come for me baby, shit.” He mumbled, sitting up and pulling you into him, and his words sent you over the edge. An intense feeling of pleasure took over and your orgasm pulsed through your whole body.
You stayed still a moment before he lifted your tired body from him and laid you beside him allowing you to curl into him.
“So much for me doing all the work, Jughead” you smirked as he got up to get a cloth and threw you his shirt,
“You need to watch what you’re saying.” He tried to be controlling again but failed as you heard the smile in his voice. He cleaned you up and, after replacing his boxer shorts, laid beside you again as you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you. “Why are you so irresistible?” he asked again, his fingers pulling through your hair softly. You smiled up at him,
“Why are you so damn good in bed?” he smiled as you rolled on top of him again, kissing his throat softly feeling the vibrations as he chuckled,
“Damn baby, so good for me.”

Keep reading

Spiritworker's Protective Amulet (Example!)

See the post on how to do this for yourself [here].

I select a hag stone (or holey stone) from my collection. I purify it with herbal incense and receive visions of the rock and the sleeping spirit within being gently scrubbed and cleaned by diligent plant spirits.

I cast a protective circle around myself and get settled in.

I send the spirit call to the being, who awakens gradually and appears to be a mighty earth-water elemental. He is made of stones gathered together in thin air, with beachy plants growing from him and water trickling down from his forehead. We observe each other for some time.

Finally I ask how he is. He nods to me, perhaps still a bit groggy. I cannot imagine stones wake up quickly. I say I am interested in having him protect me, as a guardian. This spirit waves me away; he is not interested. He wants to go back to sleep. I put him back in his resting place with the other hag stones.

I find a piece of hematite and try again. As I cleanse it in more incense, I have a vision of a dark black and red gargoyle waking up, irritated. I say I will speak to him in a moment if he is willing. He seems grumpy; he did not mind the astral “clutter” that I am cleansing away.

Once ready in my circle I begin again. I say, “Good Sir, I am seeking a guardian and protector. Are you who I seek?” He straightens up and wishes to know more of the terms and conditions. I say I seek protection from spirits who wish me harm or have ill intent towards me. He thinks, nods, and stretches his wings. “This I can do,” he says. I say I wish protection against spells and malicious energies that could harm me. I see a vision of how he can stretch around me with a solid hematite shield, easily protecting me from these things. With his iron content he will be especially good at protecting me from witches. I do not seek protection from humans at this time so I do not bring it up.

I ask if he will be always watchful. “I will be ready and alert, but you may always warn me if more danger is quickly to come our way,” he says. This suits me very well. I ask how often he will require cleansing and cleaning. “The cleanse I do not like. Once every two or three weeks only, and no more.” I ask if he will like a different method of cleansing. “No. It is all horrible. Once every two or three weeks only.” I agree. I ask how often he would like food. “Daily is my desire.” I say I will never be able to keep up with feeding him daily. “If you encounter things which I must protect you against, I can eat them and sustain myself; but I would like to be really fully fed at least every time I am cleansed.” This seems more than reasonable to me.

I ask if there is a name I may know him by. He gives me one immediately, before the thought is even finished. I will call him here Dak. I walk with him through his castle until I get to a window, through which he can view “outside” the stone. I observe myself through this window. I ask Dak how he would like to be carried; he is a piece of raw hematite, with no drill hole for a necklace or braclet. I see a vision of him in a cloth bag, carried around my neck. However I get the sense that a nice wire wrap will certainly do the trick, but if I could carry him near my throat or heart, this would certainly be best.

Feeling that all the details are worked out, I now ask Dak if I can see some more examples of how he functions in the astral. He readily agrees. I ask to see how he may protect against a spirit attack. Dak shows me that he puts a solid shield around me, with wicked spikes on the outside. He then exits the stone in a gargoyle form and attacks the enemy spirit, until it is quickly chased away. Then the stone wall is brought down and Dak returns to his vessel. Since I have already seen how I may be protected against spells I have no further questions.

I shake Dak’s hand. As we shake I spontaneously hear, “I will protect you.” The deal is done. A sense of peace and comfort is washing down over me as I type this.

Frustration

I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!

Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach.
Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.

I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.

“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.

“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”

“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.

“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.  

“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”

I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.

“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.

He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.

Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.


“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.

“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”

Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.

He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove.  Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.

“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”

With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.

“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”

Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.

“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.

Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.

“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.

“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.  

Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.

“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.

medium.com
Your mockery of White People Food is Wrong and Classist
EDIT: So it seems that this story is rapidly spreading around the internet, with 60,000 views in the last day alone. A lot of people have…
By Hillel Wayne

Basically, White People Food (WPF) is a joke cuisine, not even a cuisine, just stuff that Americans make because they don’t know what ‘real food’ is. Maybe this is widely represented in the progressive, ultraliberal bubbles I run in, maybe I just have a unique set of friends. But whatever it is, it seems that most of the millennial, urbanite, oppose-gentrification-but-still-eat-froyo people I know look down on WPF.

Which is a good excuse for me to get irrationally angry. Because I love food, and by discarding an entire class of foods we lose whatever interesting ideas they have. And because I remember a lot of these WPF foods growing up, and I remember exactly why we ate them: because they’re cheap as fuck. I compiled a list of every single specific food people sent me, and each one could feed a family of six for like five dollars. And they all were easy to make, too, because you really don’t want to spend a lot of time cooking (or washing a billion dishes after) when you’re trying to wrangle four kids and two dogs. So really, when you’re saying “WPF food is dumb and bad”, you’re indirectly saying “Poor people food is dumb and bad”. Which, well, doesn’t at all make you a bad person, any more than my latent homophobia and misogyny makes me a bad person. It’s just a thing to recognize, explore, and counteract.

Also, by thinking of WPF as dumb and bad, we don’t explore why we don’t like it, and therefore how to make it something we like. So I’m gonna rant about a few WPFs, specifically why they’re secretly awesome and how to make them more obviously awesome.

(cont.)

The gag is…

…this guy’s argument immediately defeats itself.  He  wants to define our hatred of White People Food among classist lines of “this is what poor white people eat” when soul food – the only great American cuisine – is based on scraps given to slaves who had to work to make food taste good. White People Food, by definition, must not be Black People Food, yes?  But Black People Food *slash* Soul Food is poor people food and it’s one of the few culinary traditions that actually exists in this country.  I’m sorry none of y'all’s white ancestors took the time to make cheap ingredients into a culinary tradition that has spread around the globe, but it has nothing to do with class or access to better foods. 

Honestly…I don’t actually know why white people can’t cook.  (We already know that’s a generalization.  I don’t need you to send me your Grandma Susan’s recipe for Red Velvet Cake to combat it.)  But what I do know is this isn’t strictly an American issue and has nothing to do with class.  I don’t want to eat at your white friend’s house in the UK either – the food is too bland.  If you give me the choice between a French restaurant with a menu priced at X amount and an Indian restaurant with a menu priced at X amount, I’m going to choose the Indian restaurant.  Brown people make cheap food taste great.  You have to really come out of your wallet before you actually hit a quality level of French cuisine or English cuisine or German cuisine.

So basically, white folks’ ancestors don’t have good culinary traditions for the average person (the Italians and the Greeks come closest, but there’s not a lot of variation in the ingredients).  The rest of us do.  So find another reason to cry about your unseasoned chicken breast.

Bright Ideas

Characters: Jim Kirk x Bones x Reader

Warnings: oh my god.  so many.  threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, general filth..dirty talk, slight come play? it’s just pwp

A/N: it’s just filth.  god i hate y’all.  Also it’s super unedited.  sorry.  i’ll fix anything tomorrow

words: 2619

tags: @medicatemedrmccoy @imoutofmyvulcanmind @yourtropegirl @ravengirl94 @feelmyroarrrr @outside-the-government @jimtkirkisabitch @hellhoundsandunicorns @daybreak96

Keep reading