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Cute Breakfast Cat Facts
  • Whenever I get out of the shower, Hash Brown jumps onto the counter and waits. I lean down and make a kissy face, and she headbutts my mouth. After she gets her kiss she leaves.
  • Eggs Benedict stands on his hind legs and kneads my thighs anytime I’m cooking. I wear fishnets and lace tights a lot and he frequently ends up stuck.
  • Hash Brown is so soft that she’s actually slippery. That’s why every photo of her sitting on the top of the sofa is of her trying not to slide off, like this:
  • French Toast is so love with my husband that when he’s on business trips she will circle the hallway and meow mournfully for hours. Nothing I do can console her until he returns.
  • Eggs loves having his tummy rubbed, but only if you use your foot. No hands allowed. He’s very serious about this rule.
  • Hash Brown likes finding hair ties and dropping them into her water bowl. If her water bowl already has a hair tie in it, she’ll store any additional hair ties under the bathroom scale. One time we found 7 of them under there.
  • Eggs Benedict and French Toast often synchronize poses.

This has been Breakfast Cat Facts! I hope they made your day a little better.

If there’s a bison miraculous it should go to Kim, just saying… cause he’s bi and he’s my son

skin & bones

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

setting: modern, non-magical, post-break up au

word count: 697 

written for: @silvermaze [happy birthday, lovely! xoxo]

It’s a crisp, clear day in early November when it happens.

Hell freezes over.

Hermione Granger—all five and a half feet of her, smooth brown skin and chapped pink lips and a thick cloud of hair pushed back off her face with a red cotton headband—she steps through the jingling side door of the midtown Starbucks Draco does most of his writing at.

It’s been…years, technically, since he’d last seen her. Years. Years since he’d sold his first play, and years since her blog had gone viral, and years since he’d stopped instinctively searching for her at industry parties, in hole-in-the-wall Brooklyn diners, on crowded fluorescent-lit trains hurtling around like pinballs beneath the city streets.

She looks almost eerily identical to how she’d looked when he’d ended things. Black tights. Knee-length sweater dress. Raggedy thrift store Burberry scarf. She’s got a scuffed leather jacket on, and shiny brown Oxfords, and the antique seed-pearl locket he’d given her for their very first Christmas together.

Draco can’t help himself.

He stares.

She hasn’t noticed him yet.

He continues staring.

And he feels a swift spike of adrenaline, electric and fierce, pummel him in solar plexus—an urge to do something, say something, act and react, because—

His second play had been a tragicomic exploration of classism at an elite, all-boys Connecticut prep school. Hermione hadn’t reviewed it on her blog—hadn’t reviewed anything Draco had written, ever—but she had, at the time, shared without comment a snippet from a New Yorker article about “pretentious Ivy League dropouts with Tempurpedic trust funds polluting the Broadway shadows with their fourth-generation WASP guilt”; and Draco had always known, somewhere deep deep deep in his gut, that Hermione had been the one to give him a chance, back when they’d been dating. It had never been the other way around. He wonders if he should’ve told her that. Before. During. After.


“Hermione?” he blurts out, unable to completely mask his astonishment.

It takes her less than a second to recognize his voice—and then she’s stiffening, posture going ramrod straight and jaw visibly clenching, and when she finally turns to look at him, there’s a wary spark of irritation in her eyes. They hadn’t parted on good terms. It’s harder for him to remember that than it should be.

“Draco Malfoy,” she says, and it’s not—it’s not quite a greeting. An invitation for further conversation. She states his name like she’s making an observation. Like he’s furniture. Decoration. Unnecessary. It stings, frankly, and he guesses that was her intention. “This is a little…down-market for you, isn’t it?”

“It’s good for inspiration,” he immediately answers. He doesn’t blink. He’s afraid to. “The people here. They’re—normal.”

She lifts an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the line beginning to form at the register. “The people at the Times Square Starbucks are normal to you,” she replies, in that same vaguely incredulous tone she used to reserve for biweekly dinners with his parents. “Really.”

Draco doesn’t blush. He’s twenty-eight fucking years old. Pretty girls with judgmental smiles and intimidation in their veins didn’t get to him like this. Nott anymore. “You know what I mean.”

“No,” she says, somewhat dryly; somewhat bitterly, if he’s being honest with himself. “I don’t think I do.”

Silence descends, awkward and heavy. “How’ve you…been?” he tries, before wincing. “I just—I read your critique. About Shakespeare and, and feminism. Last month. In the Post.”

Surprise colors her features. “You did?” she murmurs, gaze flicking from the Adam Ant sticker on his laptop, to the doubtless idiotic expression on his face, to the slightly dry blueberry scone sitting on a napkin by his elbow.

“Yeah,” he sighs, because of course he did. He’s read everything she’s ever published. “Yes.”

She pauses, opening her mouth like she wants to speak again—but ultimately, she doesn’t, just studies him with a quizzical tilt of her head, the moment stretching on and on and on, for so long that it doesn’t end so much as it…fades.

“You…write here, then?” she eventually asks, clearing her throat. “Often?”

He relaxes.

Three days later, she comes back.


# gotta love how Flint lowers his gaze and looks away :) # as if his chest just got a little too tight suddenly :) # because he realizes that’s not what he wanted to hear :) 

EXO’s Reaction to you falling asleep while talking to them



*Adores your sleepy face. Your eyes struggled to keep themselves open and you were squishing your face into his chest, how could he not love that? He’d wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.*

“She looks so soft…so cute..”

Originally posted by enroutetoseoul


*Very smiley. He can’t contain it. You sleep in the exact position as he does, all curled up and hugging him. He’d hug you so tight that you might end up waking up.*

“Your sleepy face is just…so so so huggable..”

Originally posted by chanyoool


*He was talking to you about anything and everything. The way he writes lyrics, how he comes up with them and how thinking of you always gives him inspiration. But when he turned over, you were sleeping with your head on his collarbone.*

“My sweet princess..Can she get any more precious.”

Originally posted by fvck-kai


*You asked him to sing for you so he did. One arm wrapped around you as you laid your head on him. When he heard you quietly snoring, he carefully pulled out his phone. Quickly, he snapped a photo of him next to you and set it down before kissing your forehead.*

“Set as my wallpaper. Goodnight, cutie pie.”

Originally posted by luedeer


*Tells you about how his day went, what he did and how he was writing lyrics with Yixing. When he looked over, you were asleep, your cheer was squish-able as you rested them against his shoulder. He took the opportunity to snap more than five photos before laughing at how cute they are.*

Originally posted by dayafterdae


*You two were on the couch. Your head on his shoulder as he was gently strumming his guitar. He was softly singing a song to you and before he knew it, you were out on his shoulder, sleeping. He smiled as he continued strumming until he, too, fell asleep.*

“…we can sleep on the couch tonight..”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


*He doesn’t really do cuddling but you were exception. You two were just on the bed, staring at the ceiling and talking about how you two felt and stuff like that before your eyes were slowly closing. He looked over and smiled before pulling you close enough to spoon.*

“So cute..U////U..”

Originally posted by kaisoh


*Big cuddler. He was fiddling with your hands and found out you were asleep and smiled. His entire body would cover yours when he cuddled you and it was the greatest thing ever. Both of you felt warm in the embrace of each other.*

“Is it possible for you to look so cute while sleeping?”

Originally posted by fy-kimkai


*Slightly offended that you fell asleep on him. He was telling you two about this new recipe he wanted to try with you but you fell asleep half way. He felt offended for a few seconds before seeing your adorable sleeping face. He wouldn’t admit it but he loves it. He might even stare at you for a few more minutes before pulling you closer.*

“I should be mad at you but you’re just too damn adorable to be mad at.”

Originally posted by wooyoung


I hope this was cute! ♥♥♥


anonymous asked:

Could you write how the Kou boys, Hakuryuu, Judal and Sinbad would make up with their partner after having a fight?

sure! i’m kinda obsessed with Magi atm so any Magi requests are making me really excited (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


  • He wouldn’t want to out right admit that he was wrong so his apologies would be less vocal and more physical. He may get them some food that he knew they liked or offer to take them somewhere that he knew they wanted to go or sometimes he would just pull them in for a tight hug
  • Once they had forgiven him he would proceed to make sure that they were happy and had everything that they wanted. Depending on the extent of the fight, he may end up showering them in gifts


  • I don’t think he and his partner would actually fight that often so apologising would be quite difficult as he wouldn’t be quite sure how to go about it. He’d most likely just end up pulling them into a tight hug and running his finger through their hair
  • Eventually he would manage a verbal apology although the wording might not be the best. He’d want to make it up to his partner so he’d end up taking the day off to spend extra time with them and make sure that they were happy


  • He wouldn’t be used to having to apologise for things so the fight would most likely end up dragging on loner than it should have. This would make making up an even harder task for him and he’d most likely go to one of his brother or Kougyoku for help
  • When he did apologise, he would mean it and do his best to get his feelings across to his partner to let them know that he truly was sorry. He’d pull them in for a hug and follow them around all day like a lost puppy, constantly asking if they really did forgive him


  • He would apologise straight away and his apology would be extremely sincere and honest. He would bow before standing up and taking his partners hand into his own and begin to tell them how he hoped for their forgiveness
  • If it was a big fight, he would continue to apologise even after he had been forgiven. He would do simple gestures like making his partner tea or doing some of their work for them, to let them know that he truly did care


  • The first few times that he tried to apologise would end up only upsetting his partner more so he would end up having to put in quite a bit of thinking as to how he would actually apologise to them and make sure they knew that he really was sorry
  • In the end, he’d get halfway through his apology that he had spent hours coming up with before giving up and pulling them in for a kiss. He’d pull away and simply say sorry while blushing before bringing them into a tight hug


  • It would take him quite some time to actually admit that he was wrong and decide to go an apologise. His apology may sound slightly insincere at first but as he noticed that his partner was truly upset, he’d be more honest
  • Once he had apologised, he’d decide to take a day off and spend the whole day with his partner, doing what ever it was that they wanted to do. If they were to walk around the shops in Sindria he would buy anything and everything that seemed to catch his partners eye
[Pentagon] If you got scared during a movie.

Jinho: The two of you would be clinging onto one another, but neither can look away. He would jump with you, every time. The two of you would screech like little girls together. 

Hui: He would laugh every time you got scared. He would end up hugging you extra tight later to make up for laughing at you, after he realizes that you are genuinely afraid.

Hongseok: He would be the ever valiant protector. He would hold you close to him.. and every time you got scared, he would kiss your forehead and whisper that it’s just a movie. Always reminding you that he is there.

Edawn: Screeches with you, even if he is not afraid from the movie. He would be very relaxed about calming you. Just throw an arm around your neck, offer you more popcorn to take your mind off of the movie.

Shinwon: Tries to pretend that the movie doesn’t bother him. Would actually be closing his eyes and hiding his face in your neck. By the end of the movie, you’d be the one holding him because he is more scared than you are. 

Yeo One: He would be the MOST comforting. He would be holding you tightly against him. If it got too bad, he would most likely escort you away from the movie and take you to get a snack or drink to help calm you down. 

Yanan: He would be a little scaredy too. You’d be holding onto him just as tightly as he is holding onto you. Your fear would only feed his further and there would be high pitched squealing involved. As well as making each other jump out of nerves.

Yuto: He would be hiding behind the couch/in the corner with you. There is no way that this man would stay and watch anything remotely scary. The two of you would be holding onto each other for comfort so tightly that it would end up being uncomfortable. 

Kino: He would hold your hand the ENTIRE time, just to let you know that he was there. He would jump with you every time you did, but would end up laughing at himself. With each jump or scream you make, he would hug you to him.

Wooseok: Super protective. He would hold you throughout the whole movie. His long arms would be so tightly wrapped around you, they would almost be smothering. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about jumping, because you wouldn’t be able to move within his embrace. But at least you would know that nothing would get to you.


IT’S SO FLUFFY! Chapter 4

I know this is late and I’M SORRY! Thought I’d try my hand at a breakdance AU because today’s theme is Music. DJWifi sounded perfect for today. And in case you’re wondering, this is the song I’ve been listening to on loop while writing this.


Chapter 4: Excite

He doesn’t know her real name.

All he knows is what she allows people to know. He knows she calls herself Lady Wifi. He knows long legs coated in black tights and ending in well worn sneakers. He knows the loose purple tank top emblazoned with a wifi symbol that glows pink beneath the blacklights. He knows the black grease paint smeared over her dazzling hazel eyes.

It’s really no different from what people know about him. He is DJ Bubbler. He wears mostly black with a vest coated in random smears and streaks of primary color. He wears blue paint across his face to hide his identity, like everyone else in Club Miraculous, the largest underground (*coughillegalcough*) dance club in Paris. Pseudonyms, costumes, alternate personas. Here, everyone can be someone else. Here, everyone can be free, free to dance to the beat Bubbler supplied.

And no one dances more beautifully than Lady Wifi.

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Anal w/ Jeonghan

I rushed all of these, and I apologize in advance for they’re all poorly written.

Warnings: Anal, Language

“How does it feel?”

“Perfect,” you breathe out, chin tucked to your chest. You were on your hands and knees on your bed, Jeonghan behind you. He was slowly thrusting into your ass, his hand gently smoothing up your spine.

“If feels amazing on this end too,” he moans. “So tight. You’re clenching around me so tight and it feels so damn good.”

“Uhh, Jeonghan,” you push back to meet his thrusts and he grips your hips to help you.

“Baby,” he groans deeply, leaning over you. He kisses your cheek and you turn your head to catch his lips, sloppily making out with him as he pushes into you quickly. His hands grip at your thighs, his long nails poking into your skin and making you moan.

Jeonghan pulls away and gently pushes your head to lay on the mattress. He leans back up and rests his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks apart so he could watch his cock disappear inside of you. His hips slow down, so he could savor the moment but it makes you whimper, turning and burying your face into the sheets.

“Don’t tease,” you breathe out.

“But baby,” he groans, grinding into you from behind. “You look so stretched. So stretched.”

“Jeonghan,” you moan, trying to push back into his short thrusts.

“Okay beautiful okay,” he murmurs, his long fingers playing with your sides.

Your boyfriend tightly holds onto you as he begins moving faster, his hips snapping into you with a strong force that makes you cry out. Your hands scrunch in the blanket as he makes pleasure rack through your entire body. Your ass squeezes at his cock when your orgasm hits, loud moans leaving Jeonghan’s mouth as you tighten and he comes.


Rory sighed as he walked home alone. He hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but Rory often found himself getting distracted by the city. This was how he ended up walking alone at night, his jacket pulled tight around him. The boy had always been a bit skittish and jumpy, and the sounds of the city did nothing to help. Of course in all of his nervousness, he failed to actually look ahead of him. Feeling himself bump into someone, Rory tensed and his head snapped up. “O-Oh! Hello… I’m really sorry. I didn’t see you there.”


Die was left as the last one on stage and he was going to throw his towel to fans. He made a tight bundle, took a swing and… towel ended above his head stuck to scaffolding XD
With some help from staff Die was able to throw it to the fans after a moment ;)

Okay so I was trying to think of reasons why Ford would be so wound up as to immediately punch Stan as soon as he came out of the portal.
If Ford was stuck in a Bill-controlled dimension the entire time, or at least that’s where he was when the portal reopened, what if they could see the portal activating for those 18 hours from the other side. So that entire dimension starts flipping out and celebrating that the plan to invade our dimension will finally come true, AND they redouble their efforts to find and capture/kill Ford before he can get home.
They also set up crazy tight security around their end of the portal. So by the time Ford comes through the portal on our side, he’s just been through the most hellish 18 hours of his life evading BillWorld police patrols and sting operations all while trying to heist his way onto the protected portal premises in time to actually get home. He probably also set up some last minute sabotage to keep other Bill-dimension dwellers from following him.
That’s why Ford’s immediate reaction is to punch Stan in the face.

Originally posted by stanandford

‘what are we’ you whisper, his hands around your waist his lips are angles and curves you have never known this softness
his calves aren’t marble they’re concrete and rough and your foot catches on a mark that makes his breath hitch with bad memories and broken bones but he blinks back tears because the scar tissue keeps him tucked safe
‘we are…’ he begins but doesn’t end because he doesn’t want the two of you to end in punctuation you two are a rolling sentence and he can’t pull his lips tight into a period
‘I am…’ he starts but doesn’t end because his passage has long since ended he has overstayed his welcome into his own epilogue there were no more chapters written for him and he never anticipated a happy ending

he lets the breath hang in the silence because 'nothing’ becomes 'everything’ if you give it enough air

—  11:18
Already Won

Description: could you do like an age difference one? like where the reader is notably younger than him and scared about what the clique might think when they publicize it?

A/N: I don’t know how to make a fake tweet with a picture embedded in it, so this will have to do for now, but if you know any tricks, please tell me!!

“I-love-you.” Josh repeated this over and over again, distracting you from the chick flick you had picked out. As much as he insisted that he hated them, Josh always ended up cuddling tight next to you and becoming really possessive whenever you watched them. This was one of those times, when he was acting almost as if he was jealous of someone, or that he had to claim you before someone else stole you away.

“Josh…” you gently protested, and he hesitated only slightly, leaving his lips on the side of your neck. “I can’t pay attention to the movie when you’re doing that.”

“Then pay attention to me,” Josh said into your neck, continuing to kiss you.

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happy new year

you and michael stand together in the middle of times square, patiently awaiting midnight so you can ring in the new year together. the New York weather is very harsh as the wind blows around you, sending shivers through your body. michael notices how cold you are and slips his black leather jacket off, draping it over your shoulders, his familiar scent immediately engulfing you. you smile up at him and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as you wrap your arms around him, the heat radiating off his body providing you even more warmth. he places a gentle kiss on top of your head as the countdown begins, “10, 9, 8,” michael shouts, looking at you to join him, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” you both shout, a huge smile taking over your faces as michael’s chapped lips meet yours. reluctantly ending the sweet kiss, he pulls you into a tight hug, resting his head on top of yours. “happy new year,” he whispers and you can’t help but feel that this will be the best year the two of you have shared. 

That moment when you just want to just wrap your arms around Mycroft and hold him tight. Because at the end of it all, he’s not the British Government, he’s not a machine… he’s a big brother who has spent his life watching over his baby brother and has tried his hardest to help however he can. And he has never given up, no matter how hard Sherlock pushes back or how much he seems not to care.


a pocket sized J-hope trying to tie your shoelaces for you but it takes forever because he keeps asking if he tied it too tightly or he ends up getting tangled. 

“Is it too tight?“ 

"No, it’s good. Thank-" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah Hoseok, it’s-" 

"Wait but-" 


(but you obviously don’t care because you love it that he cares so much about you!)