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Struck (Part Fourteen)

Originally posted by daenso

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

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Falling asleep with Jongdae physically there for the first time was strange. Instead of you finding him in your sleep, you found each other. Slipped in and out of each other’s dreams, whispered thoughts to each other as you moved through sleeping and waking. Sleeping tangled together physically and mentally.

You felt sunlight on your skin and sighed, eyes closed, shuffling, half asleep, closer to the body next to you.


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Doll In Mind Trisha half closed eyes head, oaak custom by Julien Martinez PM for details

anonymous asked:

(1) I just played the CC demo and... OHMYGOD! I am freakingoutsomuchrightnow! It's sooo good! And I am so in love!! The art is simply beautiful and the expressions?? Ohmygosh, it kept getting me distracted from what was going on. They're so good! Egon with his eyes half close, one eyebrow up and lips parted is perfect. And the writing's real good. I have laughed SO much at some of the most sarcastic lines. All the writing's perfect, I got so into the story.

Originally posted by dailyskyfox

people who are photogenic really don’t understand what kind of privilege they have like,,,,,they could literally be scratching their ass and wearing an oversized t-shirt w a mustard stain on it and it still looks like a candid piece of art,,,,meanwhile im dressed to the nines in my best outfit with my hair and makeup done and as soon as someone puts anything close to a camera in front of my face it’s like,,, one of my eye half closes while the other completely dilates. my mouth half opens between a smile and frown (a smown). my head rotates to an unnatural angle that my body doesn’t follow ,,, i lose complete control of my hand and make a peace sign,,,,,,Cursed

First Kisses

Here’s why fanfiction is great.

Because Harry and Draco’s first kiss was under the stars. It was February and it was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and turned everything about you a depressing shade of blue. But Draco’s lips were too red to resist and they melted into each other, creating the most brilliant purples. It felt like summer.

Because their first kiss was heated and angry in a secret corridor off of one of the Hogwarts hallways just after midnight. Draco had had enough and Harry’s arms were pinned helplessly to the wall by Draco’s hands. There was biting and sighing and clashing of tongues. Harry could never let go of the way Draco’s breath felt, hot against the crook of his neck.

Because their first kiss was in a muggle bar sometime after the war, drunken and loud, surrounded by the hollering and whooping of their friends who had all seen it coming for far too long. Harry’s eyes were lazy and half-closed when they pulled apart. Draco looked like he’d seen a ghost. 

Because their first kiss was over a petty, rigged game of spin-the-bottle in the eighth-year common room. Pansy tampered with it because she was far too bored of the events of that evening and they were all a little tipsy. There was nothing but silence as their lips met curtly across the bottle, neither one of them acknowledging the distinct spark that ignited something in the both of them that night. 

Because their first kiss felt like a mistake. They were both vastly unprepared. Neither of them had healed properly. Neither of them felt completely forgiven. The kiss was tender and slow and warm and Draco wanted to make Harry’s mouth into an Every Flavour Bean. He wanted so badly not to fall in love with Harry that day. He was about ten years too late.

Because in the world of a fanfiction reader, there are infinite first kisses. Infinite happy endings. A fresh start with each click of a key, tap of a screen, push of a button. We always give them an opportunity to start over.

anonymous asked:

i'm in love with how delicate harry's poses are. he just never comes across as assertive or dominant or macho. he's coy, shy, sensual, boyish - and just so /intimate/. lips parted, head thrown back, eyes half lidded or closed, surrounded by nature or in the dark, or barely clothed, his hair over his face, his body turned away from you, ruffles, lace, silk, pink, bows, water. even when his brow is furrowed it's like he's surprised or confused, like you're intruding on that intimacy.



The thing with music is that it comes easy then becomes really hard then comes easy again. Sometimes I sit there for dozens of days and nothing comes out and other times I’m there for only ten minutes and music comes out.
I spent close to half my life making music, you’d think it’d get tiring but while living my 24 years there hasn’t been anything else I’ve been as passionate for. (cr.)

#HappySugaDay #윤기생일ㅊㅋ #슈가생일ㅊㅋ

Got7 at the mall
  • Mark: Touches everything, buys nothing. Accidentally flirts with all the cashiers.
  • Jaebum: Like a white knight, he's drawn to the outcasts. He says it's better because he'll be the only one wearing it. Well, there's a reason for that.
  • Jackson: Goes to buy things for himself, leaves with bags full of presents for other people. Always asks for a discount.
  • Jinyoung: A ritual shopper. Subconsciously goes to the same stores in the same order every time, like clockwork. Knows all the employees by name, and asks about their lives.
  • Youngjae: The hat store's biggest patron. Once had to be forcibly removed from the pet shop because it was half an hour past closing time and he just wouldn't leave.
  • Bambam: He is the king, and the mall is his kingdom. He knows every store, every sale, every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. The cashiers all know ridiculous rumors about him, a la Regina George. Surprisingly frugal.
  • Yugyeom: Spends so much time in the food court that the workers think he's a store employee playing hooky. Always tips the piano player.

Their friendship is so beautiful. I’m literally crying rn because I’ve only had one real friend my whole life and we aren’t half as close as I wish we were :/

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Camera and Action

Written for @impalaimagining for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 Gift!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,368

Warnings: sex tape, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), deepthroating, tongue fucking, random sex prompts, loud sex, rough sex, dom!Sam, possessive!Sam, slight ownership!kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Summary: Things have been pretty vanilla in the bedroom, so Sam and the reader decide to kick things up a notch by making a sex tape.

“What’s something we haven’t done?”

You raised your head off of your boyfriend’s chest. Sam was looking down at you, his eyes half-closed. His face was calm, and his lips were kiss-swollen from your passionate makeout session. His chocolate hair was tousled and slightly messy (from thirsty minutes of you running your fingers through it), and you brushed a few stray locks away from his eyes as Sam pulled you farther up so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

“What?” You turned your head, nuzzling his jawline affectionately.

Sam flushed pink at the brush of your nose against his skin. “Just wondering, what haven’t we done in the bedroom?”

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you know, if everything had gone to plan, Kara would have been in her mid-40′s by the start of the series (she was 13 when she left, around 20 years were spent in stasis, then another 12 years from when she got to Earth to when the series started).

So, when Astra saw the news circulating that picture of a girl who’s young, brown hair, and just flew a plane on her back, did she think Kara, or did she think Kara’s daughter?


Originally posted by elephalice

[Y/N] wasn’t a morning person. Everybody knew that. When she was younger she would’t listen to her mother telling her what she has to do after school, she’d rather contemplate about her plate being strangely similar to her comfortable pillow. So as you can guess, she definitely would’t listen to Jerome saying some rubbish to her. He was trying to get her attention. He loved attention but attention from [Y/N] was very special to him. She sat on a chair, slowly chewing a toast, her eyes half-closed, Jerome’s babbling somewhere in the background.

“Shut up Jerome, can’t you see she’s basically sleeping on this chair?” Barbara said breaking her conversation with Tabitha and giving him a death glare. 

 She glanced back at [Y/N] and put her pretty hair behide her ear, it landing back on her face. 

Jerome glared back at Barbara, his wide smile disappearing as he looked at the blonde. 

“Nobody asked you, Barbie.” He said with satisfaction, smile brought back on his face.

  He knew Barbara hated that nickname, especially spoken by him. His cheerful personality annoyed her, but deep down she had a sweet spot for the Ginger, he was aware.

“I told you… don’t ever call me that.” She hissed and turned her back at him, returning to her previous conversation. 

“I need to take a shower and get dressed..”  a mumbling from the [H/C] girl made Jerome look from his pale, freckled hands back at her. 

“Of course, Doll Face, I’ll be right here waiting for you and if you need me just yell.” He said, his gaze filled with love and adoration.

“Okay, thank you.” said [Y/N] smilling at him gently.

Little did she know, she slowly started to grow her feelings for a ginger maniac. 

Watching natural-looking people engaging in sex that is consensual, mutually pleasurable, and realistic may not be harmful–heck, it might be a good idea–but the occasional feminist porn site aside, this is not what the $97 billion global porn industry is shilling. It’s producers have only one goal: to get men off hard and fast for profit. The most efficient way to do so appears to be eroticizing the degradation of women. In the study of behaviours in popular porn, nearly 90 percent of 304 random scenes contained physical aggression toward women, while close to half contained verbal humiliation. The victims nearly always responded neutrally or with pleasure. More insidiously, women would sometimes initially resist abuse, begging their partners to stop; when that didn’t happen, they acquiesced and began to enjoy the activity, regardless of how painful or debasing it was.

- Peggy Orenstein, ‘Girls & Sex’