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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

Part 1 here

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Ascendant + Physical Characteristics

Aries: Square jawlines, heavy eyebrows, broad shoulders, naturally muscular, full lips, tall, intense eyes, magnetic smirks

Taurus: Sleepy doe eyes, strong jawlines, thick hair, full, pouty lips, average height, broad shoulders, soft smiles and strong smirks

Gemini: Cunning fox eyes, boxy, intriguing lips, diamond face shape, broad cheekbones, sharp noses, knowing smiles

Cancer: Dreamy eyes, fringed eyelashes, soft jawlines, elegant lips, pretty laughs, long hair, graceful fingers, thoughtful smiles

Leo: Defined jawlines, high cheekbones, pouty lips, sharp noses, mind numbing smiles, loud laughs, voluminous hair, sultry eyes

Virgo: High cheekbones, boxy/pointy face shapes,wide eyes, stern eyebrows, pretty cupid’s bow lips, inquisitive smiles, slender hands, sharp, kind gazes

Libra: Balanced faces, straight noses, defined eyebrows, elegant eyes, knowing gazes, polite smiles, breathtaking grins

Scorpio: Magnetic eyes, furrowed eyebrows, striking jawline and cheekbones, pouting lips, sharp chins, wry smiles

Sagittarius: Geometric face shapes, glowing skin, big, excited eyes, sharp noses, soft lips, daring grins

Capricorn: Heart shaped faces, delicate features, heavy lidded eyes and thin, alluring lips, knowing smirks and cute, upturned noses

Aquarius: Diamond face shape, high cheekbones and sharp chins, wide eyes and lips, delicately parted mouths, intriguing stares

Pisces: Soft jawlines, somewhat oval faces, wide eyes lit with curiosity, full small lips and softly falling hair, alluring smiles

Drown Me In Your Love (Grayson Smut)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Gorgeous human, could you write a storyline where Grayson (please with G) and his girlfriend have an argument, not an angry one but a teary filled one and Grayson approaches her as she’s crying and there’s heavy SMUT involved as they make up, it’s not aggressive but very passionate and intense? I just heard the song ‘Too Deep’ by Ritual and Delilah and its got me feeling all kind of things and just need to read something you write based on this song, maybe along the lines of my suggestion? xx”
Word Count: 4,008 (longest imagine I’ve written omg)
Warnings: Cunnilingus, daddy kink.
A/N: So, this is the work that I had gotten halfway through when tumblr crashed. I had to rewrite it so it didn’t come out as good as I expected it to. But I hope I did this justice and I hope you like it. Also, I’m still not very good at smut but I’m gonna practice and get better hopefully. Listen to Too Deep for the full effect!

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Your friend’s voice sounded through the phone and you stopped yourself from scowling.

How were you supposed to answer that after the large bomb she had dropped on you?

“Yeah.” You answered, voice coming out breathy and quiet. You knew that you weren’t gonna be okay, though, and judging by the small indignant noise that your friend let out on the other end of the receiver, she didn’t buy it either.

“Look, maybe it isn’t what it looks like,” Your friend brought you back from your dark thoughts. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

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anonymous asked:

oh god thank you so much for those redraws, your Gladstone actually looks like Gladstone- also, can I ask why you designed him with that little extra mark/break in his left eyebrow? it looks cool, like an invisible scar! just wondered if there was something more to it

oh shucks, thanks buddy I am so glad you like it (also thanks everyone those tags are sustaining my mortal soul) as for the eyebrow- kind of amazed you picked up on that but yeah! I thought it’d be neat if he had a tiny bit of scar tissue that broke up the eyebrow, but which could just pass as a normal trait

honestly partly it’s because I wanted a little asymmetry to break up the heavy eyebrow/eyeliner combo (I did consider giving him an eyebrow piercing but went for this instead), but with the whole super-unlucky-birthday thing that came from Sign of the Triple Distelfink I kind of liked the idea that there was some physical evidence that Gladstone had been unlucky at some point; especially something plainly visible and yet something that nobody but Gladstone himself would even notice. Where better to put that than on his face?


Joan Jett - Do You Wanna Touch Me ( Oh Yeah ) 1984

Sherlock Holmes’s Eyebrows

Nobody asked for this and I admittedly don’t know what this post is, other than a few passages I found when, um, brows-ing the ACD canon for some descriptions of those hairy tufts on Holmes’s face. (I have my reasons.) I don’t know exactly how many times the word “brows” appeared but it was a lot.

Originally posted by 3rddoctor

Here are my 3 faves. ACD’s descriptions are so gorgeous I shared the full paragraphs of each and bolded the eyebrow parts to match the boldness of Holmes’s eyebrows against the rest of his face.

Sherlock Holmes was transformed when he was hot upon such a scent as this. Men who had only known the quiet thinker and logician of Baker Street would have failed to recognise him. His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter. His face was bent downward, his shoulders bowed, his lips compressed, and the veins stood out like whipcord in his long, sinewy neck. His nostrils seemed to dilate with a purely animal lust for the chase, and his mind was so absolutely concentrated upon the matter before him that a question or remark fell unheeded upon his ears, or, at the most, only provoked a quick, impatient snarl in reply.

-The Boscombe Valley Mystery

He had spoken in jesting vein, but the twitching of his bushy eyebrows bespoke his disappointment and irritation. I sat helpless and unhappy, staring into the fire. A long silence was broken by a sudden exclamation from Holmes, who dashed at a cupboard, from which he emerged with a second yellow-covered volume in his hand.

-The Valley of Fear

My friend was standing with an expression of strained intensity upon his face, staring at the railway metals where they curved out of the tunnel. Aldgate is a junction, and there was a network of points. On these his eager, questioning eyes were fixed, and I saw on his keen, alert face that tightening of the lips, that quiver of the nostrils, and concentration of the heavy, tufted brows which I knew so well.

-The Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans

Originally posted by ranger-witch-221b

My takeaway from this search: Holmes’s eyebrows are black and bushy and drawn down over his eyes (!) when deep in thought. And that all the top gifs in a Jeremy Brett gif search will be eyebrow gifs.

“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought, because he knew him so well. Ron’s hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he’s not my type, but he’ll do,” said Harry.
—  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 26
Disobedient (Yoongi)

Smut; Blowjob
Dom Yoongi
1148 Words idk wtf happened its 2:00 am

“Did you really think that was a good idea?” Yoongi hummed tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. She sat on her knees and feigned innocence while staring up at him. “Answer me.” He demanded his voice low. “What did I do?” she challenged knowing full well that talking back would get her in trouble. She let out a yelp when he suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back reminding her of her place. He had ordered her to undress to which she playfully shook her head at and now she was going to face her consequences.

“It’s one thing to disobey orders but talking back? You know better than this kitten.” His monotone voice completely contradicting the tight hold he had on her hair.

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The Long Way Home (1/10)

OMG, it’s finally here!  I started this story in 2015, back when I was writing for pleasure with no intention of ever sharing any of my work publicly.  It fell to the wayside when I finally got around to joining the fandom and began writing fic formally, and it wasn’t until the opportunity to do the Captain Swan Big Bang came around that I remembered I had it and decided to try to flesh it out and turn it into a completed work.  7+ months later (after a LOT of consternation and whining and “Why did I ever agree to do this?”) it’s HERE.  And I’m SO relieved that it’s done, LOL.

Special thanks to my beta, @captainstudmuffin, and the amazing @lifeinahole27 for their help and patience with me, to @clockadile for lending her sword fighting experience, to @ladyciaramiggles for her feedback on early drafts, to @phiralovesloki for heading this year’s CSBB and fielding my questions, and to @kmomof4 for always being my cheerleader.  Thanks also to everyone who took my nerdy little survey on nautical terminology in fic (yes, that was for this project), and those of you that sent me words of support about it.

Lastly, deepest thanks to my wonderful CSBB artists, @waiting-for-autumn and @giraffes-ride-swordfishes for giving feedback on early drafts and providing some gorgeous artwork to accompany this fic!  Links to their illustrations of certain scenes (*) will be in the text - please be sure to go show them some love!

Thanks to you all for reading.  I hope you enjoy.  XOXO

Find it on AO3.  Nautical terms glossary here.

Summary:  After an unnaturally long life fraught with personal tragedy, Killian Jones has become known throughout the realms as the infamous Captain Hook, an opportunistic ne’er-do-well and one of the most formidable pirates to ride the waves.  When he crosses paths with a mysterious young woman with no memory of who she is or how she arrived there, he recognizes the chance to claim a monetary reward that will constitute his biggest score yet.  But a journey across the world to get her home leads to a series of adventures that reveal that her value lies in far more than gold and jewels.  A Captain Swan Anastasia AU - sort of.  (Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU.  Romance & Adventure.  Rated E.)

Warnings: Brief but graphic depictions of violence, peripheral character death, and smut.

“Captain! Captain!”  

The sound of pounding feet approaching the door to his quarters causes the gentleman in question to lift a heavy, dark eyebrow, even as his gaze remains on the leather-bound inventory log he’s hunched over with the ship’s quartermaster.  The Jolly Roger is preparing to pull into port at Vicarstown, and he always prefers to finalize the list of supplies they need to acquire at a stop prior to docking.  It would go better without interruption.


He gives a long-suffering sigh and drops his head resignedly, his weight pressed forward on his right hand.  “Yes, Mr. Smee?” he drones.

Having been waiting for permission to enter, his slightly pudgy first mate flings the door open, the bearded man’s features twisted into an anxious grimace.  “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but a ship’s been spotted in port.”

He looks up sharply. “Who?”

Smee swallows and licks his lips nervously.  “Blackbeard.”

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Damn Good Coffee

pairing ; chris x reader (!!!)

summary ; “i have to get a damn good coffee kiss.”

words ; 1699  ─ so close

warnings ; fluff!



You were slowly brought to consciousness as the light of the morning peaking through the dark curtains. You took a deep breath through your nose and let it out as a sigh, snuggling into the warmth behind you. One arm was tucked underneath your neck, the hand connected to it resting gently against your shoulder. There was no doubt in your mind that your husband had woken up before and tightened the grip he had on you, because normally that arm would just be laying limply underneath your face for you to use as a pillow.

Bringing it a little closer, you felt Chris stir a slight bit behind you, snuggling his face into your neck and wrapping his other arm a little more around your waist. It seemed as though he were awake, but judging by the still even breaths and the steady movement of his chest on your back, you knew better.

Yet another sigh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and blinked away the blurriness of sleep. Your eyes drifted down to Chris’ hand, still resting against your shoulder, and noticed that he hadn’t even taken his wedding ring off when he came in last night. Though, you weren’t surprised.

He had come in extremely late from a meeting with some people producing the show Bull, and although he tried to make it seem like he was perky and awake, you knew that he was just about ready to collapse in his recliner that he had dubbed his “second home, away from you, of course.” The most you had gotten him to do in his tired reverie was take off his jacket and dress shirt to exchange it for a more comfortable, Got Hamilton? t-shirt and basketball shorts.

After that, he really did collapse in his recliner, and as amazing as it is, fell asleep. He rarely got good sleep, no matter what was happening in his life, so to see him be able to fall into a rather deep slumber, it was relieving. But, as the good wife you were, you didn’t want him waking up with some crick in his neck or anything, so you woke him up by kissing his forehead a couple times and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Chris, baby,” you whispered, watching his thick eyebrows furrow for a second. “C’mon baby,” you whispered again. This time he stirred, taking in a deep breath and opening his brown eyes just enough to squint at you.

“What time is it?”

“Time for you and I to go to bed,” you joked, cupping his cheek with your palm. He naturally rested against your hand, his eyelids fluttering closed at the comfort. “Don’t go to sleep, baby. You gotta get to the bed, first.”

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Bound to Lose

Part One

Originally posted by spderman

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: It’s hard to trust your boyfriend when he’s constantly lying to you. The reader has put up with Peter’s excuses for six months, but it can’t go on forever. When it comes down to it, will Peter choose his secret over her?

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is based very loosely off the song Lose My Mind by Dean Lewis because I love that song and the lyrics give me the Angsty Feels.

“You don’t know what it feels like to fall in love with you

And you don’t know what it’s like when you can’t go back”

 The warmth of his lips on her forehead pulled her from sleep, as the mattress shifted under his weight and his arm slid from around her.

“I don’t think so,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around his waist before he could get up.

“I have to go, (Y/N),” Peter said quietly, and she knew by his voice that he was smiling.

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malec4everr  asked:

48.6%... prompt.. Alec tries to reach Magnus whole day but just can't get him and at the end of the day when a very tired and hurt magnus comes home alec takes care of him who is barely conscious ... love ur blog :)

thank you so much vaishali! keep voting for malec

pressing the home button to his phone, alec raised it again, glancing at the time and the lack of notifications for the thousandth time that night. his wallpaper, a beautiful picture of magnus laughing from a party a couple of weeks ago stared back at him, blank and empty and the time taunted him. it was late, evening almost turned into morning at this point and his eyebrows felt heavy with the way they were pulled together.

but the worst part was the emptiness, no notifications, no texts or calls, nothing at all staring back at him as he worried his lip and bounced his leg, listening as the world quieted down outside. he knew he shouldn’t have been this worried, magnus could take care of himself. but after hours, after nothing, after silence and stillness, and the time when magnus had supposed to arrive home having long since passed, alec’s chest felt horribly tight and uncomfortable, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

and then suddenly he heard it, the sound of a portal shuddering open making him jump in the quiet of the room.

he was down the hall in a flash, brushing past the pillars only to see magnus leaning against the wall, blood dripping from his fingertips as he braced himself, his chest heaving. in that moment, he was pretty sure his heart stopped. he hit him with full force, grabbing at his face and his chest, his breathing gone shaky as he inspected him, terrified. “shit… shit please tell me this isn’t your blood. magnus please look at me. are you— are you okay?”

“hey. hey… alec hey.” magnus breathed, grabbing at him and holding onto his forearms as he leaned on him, staring at him with those dark brown eyes. a slow smile pulled on his face, even though he looked exhausted and ready to pass out. “i’m fine. it’s not my blood… but it is getting everywhere.”

alec breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, laced with desperate laughter, his fingertips sinking into the hair at the back of magnus’s head as he pressed their foreheads together. “you worried me sick.”