here comes the hate i guess

Preface: dates are cursed

Narrators too! So if we combine these concepts:
“Seven years between myself and Sherlock; one year between Sherlock and Eurus.”
Hey presto! Cursed squared. 7 years cahoots between Markroft and the show, 1 year between it and “"Eurus”“. This haunts me and I hate it. See u at Christmas/New Year, i guess @ TLS. Carry on lol

Small tips that make a (healthier) difference

Hey you! I dare you to try your best to follow this checklist tomorrow! But hey! Not so fast. Why not try it again the next day (and every day after that)? Sometimes it’s the smaller changes that can in fact help improve our health and wellbeing, especially when we think we’re short of time. School stressing you out? Everything is going to be ok. Try a few little things here. Tick everything off that you completed! Tell me how it goes for you!

This was a spontaneous post and I’ve found that I’ve been making errors in my posts recently! Plz correct me bc I am an egg. Hope u like it anyway.


  • Wake up as soon as you do naturally or when your alarm goes off. Make your bed! Open the blinds!
  • Get out of bed and s t r e t c h – all the way from the very tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. (Trust me, this feels good)
  • Set your intention for the day. This might be weird for some, but try it. Example: Today I will be productive. I will be focused on my tasks and I will take the time to relax when needed. It doesn’t have to be as complicated – Example 2: I can do this. Remind yourself again.
  • Eat breakfast. A MUST. Try my favourite: eggs (poached, scrambled or fried) on toast with avocado or baked beans. Yes. We are on a roll today.
  • Drink one full glass of water within the hour of waking (don’t down it all in one go though!).
    • Add 1/8 of a lemon to this. Lemon is great to alkalise the body and getting that digestive system of yours goin! This will flush out toxins in the body and support your immune system too!
      • Side note: Wait half an hour before brushing your teeth after this (or maybe do it before) because lemons are acidic after all and can probably do some damage to your shiny whites.
  • Try having a water bottle by your bedside and beside you throughout the day as a constant reminder to drink water as you see it. Trust me, this has helped improve my water intake a lot.
  • Organise your day. What are your plans? What are of priority and what are not? Try brain dumping this, and then organising each task/item into a list, categorised in importance. This will help decrease stress throughout the day and easy referral back to this list.
  • Dress in some lovely clothes! Your fave sweater and some cool black tights? 100%!! What about that pretty skirt you like with a nice top? HECK YEAH!!!


  • Lunchtime! Eat again. Wholesome foods are an absolute must whenever you can.
  • Aim for 3-4 cups of water by lunchtime (inclusive of the glass of lemon water you had this morning).
  • Remember that intention you set this morning? Say it again.
  • Throw a compliment at someone. Be genuine. This will have a butterfly effect. If someone throws one at you to – don’t disagree! Say thank you. You rock, don’t doubt that.
  • Are there any ticks beside those tasks on your checklist from this morning? I hope so!
  • Throw in a random burst of exercise! In public too – who cares! Pick one of these: 50 starjumps! 3 sets of 10 squats! A quick walk around outdoors!

Arvo (/Afternoon… Straya):

  • Hit that 3pm slump? Same. Here are a few ideas to get you going, especially coming home from a long day:
    • NAP! 15-20 mins. No longer. No less. Be strict here or your sleep pattern might go funny and we don’t want that. (And groggy headaches are gross)
    • Exercise! This is so fundamental to our health and wellbeing. Try out short pilates videos (no equipment) here (that as living proof, work) or some really cool yoga videos here, here, and here. Yoga is great. Try this daily. Or take a brisk walk for 30 minutes  = wake up your brain, pick up your mood AND burn some fat. C’mon, go get your shoes!
    • Have a healthy snack, such as those listed in this great post by @tbhstudying. Get your brain and bod going, my friends!
  • Write down your to do list for any work, study or event related things that you need to complete this afternoon. Set out all your equipment, sort out your papers from the day and get organised!
  • Clear your (bedroom/bed/desk/floor/work/closet) space for 5 minutes every day. I’m guessing that you’ve started to pile a few things here like I do. This will save you time and help maintain cleanliness, staving away from the complicated stress that comes from having to reorganise just about everything which we all know to hate when we’re busy with other things.
  • Have you had your 5th and 6th cups of water of the day yet? Get to it!
  • Sit up straighter and you’ll look more confident and feel more confident. Your back will also be very grateful for this.


  • Continue all your extra to-dos. Get this done. You can do it!
  • Make sure to put something in your body guys. I’m talking food here by the way… don’t let that sentence mislead you! This is especially important for those of you probably thinking “I’ll just eat later” or “I’m not hungry”.  Eat. EAT NOW. PleASE.
  • Spend some quality time with your family. How’s their day been? Tell them about yours too.
  • Glasses of water No. 7, 8 and beyond should be here.
  • Prep your meals, lists, notes, outfits, etc. for the next day. Getting these things sorted now will help you get it out of the way and save you time!
  • Settle down a little. It’s time to wiiiind doooooooownnn. Read a book. Scroll through Tumblr (aaayeee!) – but not too deep into the pits okay guys. Watch a little TV.
  • I know a lot of posts say to switch off 1-2 hours before bed. If you’re literally glued to your electronics, try switching off 5 minutes earlier every day and replace that with something else. What about doing your prep items for the next day (listed two points back!!)? Or, do get those pesky chores out the way.
    • Side note: Cleaning your room often will help freshen it, get rid of itchy dust and decrease the chances of bugs and other smol random things to crawl around your room. (If that’s not a little motivation then I’m not sure what is…). It’ll also keep your space maintained so you don’t have to do it all at once. *Shudders* Plus the likelihood of those gross germs from the world hanging around and building up in there is a no-no.
  • Sleep! 7-8 hours. Your body will thank you for it. CRUCIAL for healthy brain and body function. Plus your mood and skin will improve (i.e. gOODBYE EYEBAGS and hELLO GLOWING SKIN).
    • Side note: I see you reading this at 12am when you should be sleeping. I see you.

I hope this has helped you guys a little or at least inspired you to make a small change to your daily routine! Try doing a few items here (e.g. glass of lemon water, sitting up straighter, 8+ cups of water) and record this on a habit tracker! The smallest changes often have the greatest effects!

Don’t forget to let me know how you go.

Kalyisah (@studywithkal)

Normal ask meme

Nothing odd here, just some normal asks.

1. Where did you hide the body?

2. Favorite rock?

3. Worst dream you ever had?

4. Answer this with a lyric from the first song that comes to your mind

5. Does blood make you uncomfortable?

6. Even numbers or Odd numbers?

7. Something you hate that you love?

8. The first initial of someone you hate?

9. Make up an Acrostic for the word “Exsanguinate”

10. Do you enjoy corndogs?

11. Favorite movie from the year 2005?

12. Least favorite music genre?

13. Have any terrible restaurant experiences?

14. Three things that you would never want to come near you?

15. What is the worst way for you to die? (In your opinion)

16. any unsual habits?

17. One emoji that you probably have never used?

18. Write a three sentence horror story about a gatorade bottle.

19. Do you know what old bay is?

20. Can you dance?

21. What first comes to mind when you see rope?

22. Make an obscure reference

23. What is your favorite color for a balloon?

24. If you were ever to got court, would you most likely be innocent or guilty?

25. Are you hungry?

26. Do you have an unlucky number?

27. What does “JMD” stand for?

28. Random Inside joke?

29. What sends chills up your spine?

30. How many questions are currently in your inbox?

31. Someone (real) who scares you? 

32. Run or Hide?

33. Who is the last person who made you angry?

34. What’s going on in your head?

35. One little thing that makes you smile?

36. Are you a decisive person?

37. Would people describe you as a paranoid person?

38. What store would you be the least likely to be found in?

39. Do you like hats? If so, what’s your favorite type?

40. Bowties or Ties?

41. Who?

42. What?

43. Where?

44. When?

45. Why?

46. How?

47. Do you collect anything?

48. What time is it?

49. Favorite mode of transportation?

50. Would you ever kill someone to save someone else?

51. Make a joke

52. .eserver ni gnihtemos etirW

53. Would your dash be considered SFW?

54. Do you like to cuddle?

55. What makes you angry?

56. How many voices are in your head?

57. Do you consider yourself mentally stable?

58. Are you easily offended?

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets?

60. Any questions you want people to ask you?

Summer Heat (M)

Im Jaebum | JB (Got7) x Reader 

Word Count: 2,390

Genre: Smut [Thigh Kink/Thigh Appreciation]

The two of you watched the movie mostly in silence with an odd comment from time to time. It was nearing the end of the movie that you had realized that Jaebum shorts had ridden up a fair amount. And right in front of your face was the bare skin of his thighs, one of your favorite parts on his amazing body. They were tantalizing. He had thighs from heaven. They were firm and muscular, but soft enough to give under your fingertips. As you sat there entranced by your boyfriend’s thighs, you decided that you would give his thighs the love they deserve.

The summer heat had turned your apartment into a sauna. It was completely unbearable unless you were wearing minimal clothing or, better yet, naked. Jaebum and you just finished eating naengmyeon, cold noodles, that he had graciously prepared for the both of you. While you got the privilege of sitting in front of the oscillating fan, getting some relief from the heat since the air conditioning had broke and you did not have the chance to get someone to come fix it yet.

After dinner, Jaebum and you returned to the living room and placed yourselves right back in front of the fan. Soaking in the cool breeze that the blades gave off. The cold air felt heavenly against your heated skin. Once settled in Jaebum suggested that watching a movie might help keep the sweltering room off your mind. You highly doubted it, but decided to give it a try. It was better than nothing.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Jaebum asked while scrolling through the endless list of movies on the TV.

“I don’t care,” you said, “You pick.”

A few seconds passed before Jaebum settled on a movie to watch. A film that the both of you had seen a hundred times. While the movie played on the screen you decide to get more comfortable, so you laid down on the couch and placed your head on Jaebum’s lap.

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All the times Trump cared about himself (or the four Black people he knows) more than Black History Month.

By now, I’m sure y’all have seen some of the tweets and memes about Trump having absolutely no idea who Frederick Douglass is.

But have you seen his little speech though?  Because I’ve never seen someone take a speech about Black History Month and turn it into whining about how they were persecuted by Fake News.

Here’s the transcript if you can’t bear to watch Lil Baby Cheeto Prez.  I'ma just bold the parts that have absolutely nothing to do with Black History Month…even though it’s Black History Month.

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"Actually, can I ride you?"

YO sO I Wrote A FIc anD it’s SmuT Im GoINg StrAIght To HELL i HoPE to See u alL ThEre alONG wITh dan ANd PhIl excePT tHEY arE Not GOIng stRaiGHt to HelL cUz thEY Be NOt stRaighT oOps

Also I am a child what am I doing with my life and this is my first fic and i can’t write if my life depended on it so ignore the mistakes also I haven’t reread it so :c
Tags?: SMUT (yes we r all sinners oops), masturbation, high school au I guess, riding and idk I kinda forgot what happens haha
Anyway read it if u want here we go.

Dan and Phil were in school. They hated it. They were both bullied for being gay. They were both teased for their relationship. They hated everything about to school. It felt like them vs the world, like everyone was against them. It was lunch and dan and Phil were both sat outside on the bench under the tree which was their usual spot. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” Dan asked while cuddled up to Phil. “Ye.” Phil relied. “You might as well stay the night, I’ll ask my mum.” Dan said as he grabbed his phone and texted his mum. She replied within minutes. Phil had a really good relationship with dans parents. They were always polite and it felt like home, he could just walk in whenever he wanted and it wouldn’t be questioned. “She says sure.” Dan said with a smile. “I’ll go home first and then I’ll come over because I need to get my stuff.” They spent the rest of lunch enjoying being in each other company. The bell rang and they went off to their lessons.

Dan came home and slung his bag on his bed. He immediately got changed and made sure his room was presentable enough for Phil, not that Phil would care but it felt like the right thing to do. After he had finished tidying dan received a text from Phil saying “Hey, I’m just gonna do the dishes and wait for my mum to come home from work so she can drive me because i really can’t be bothered walking. I’ll be an hour max. Xx <3” Dan smiled and replied. Dan thought he would use the time he had left logically. Dan, after all is a teen, and Dan and Phil hadn’t had sex yet. Which is obviously understandable, they had made out(a lot) and on a few incidents they had come in their pants but haven’t had sex. He figured that because he didn’t want to make it awkward when he enviably got a boner while they were sleeping next to each other he would quickly sort himself before Phil got there. To try and prevent and awkward situations.

Dan rushed to his room where his laptop was, took off his super tight ripped jeans, with struggle. And he proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes and opened his laptop. He searched for some gay porn and propped his laptop at the perfect angle, throwing his head back. He was already hard, Gotta love being a teenager. He poured some lube onto his hand and slightly stroked his now extremely hard dick. Using whatever lube was left on his hand he began fingering himself with one finger. Lot long after he added another, and another.

Phil opened the door and walked in, surprised Dan wasn’t downstairs waiting for him like he usually is. He assumed dan was in his room and just hadn’t heard him so he sprinted up the stairs and turned left then stopped as he started hearing small whimpers almost moans coming from the room at the end of the hall, Dans room. He slowly walked to his door and pushed it open to reveal dan completely naked spread out on his bed, his fingers up his ass, laptop open and releasing moans. Dan somehow still hadn’t noticed the surprise visitor at the door, too busy pushing his fingers in and out of his ass quickly. Phil could feel himself harder than ever and pulsing inside his jeans. “Preparing for me, are we?” Phil said with a smirk, he didn’t really know what happened he just kind of blurted it out. Dans eyes shot open his cheeks burning red from the heat, hair sticking to his forehead. He yelped. Grabbed his quilt to cover himself and shut his laptop as quick as he could. Phil walked over to dan. It felt like it was in slow motion Phil removed his shoes and his pants, his t-shirt slowly following. Dan was still in complete shock and unable to tear his eyes away from the huge bulge in Phils boxers. Phil sat at the end of the bed and pulled of the quilt before getting on top of dan and locking their lips. At this point dan didn’t care anymore and devoted all his attention to the present. Kissing Phil felt amazing like every time they kissed sparks flew. Dan began tugging at the band of Phils boxers before pulling them off completely and tossing them to the side. “Lube?” Phil asked out of breath. “Top drawer.” Dan replied also out of breath. Phil broke apart their kiss to reach over and grab the lube. He poured onto his hand and spread all over his dick. “Are you ready?” Phil said still on top of dan. “Actually, can I ride you?” Dan asked shyly turning even brighter red which he didn’t think was possible. Phil nodded and rolled over so he was on his back laying next to dan. Dan sat up and looked at Phil who was smirking at him. Dan lifted one leg over him so his ass kinda lined up with phils dick. He put his hands either side of Phil to stabilise himself. “I’m ready, are you?” Dan asked. Phil moaned and nodded in response because even the thought of dan riding him was enough to send pulses straight to his throbbing dick. Dan lowered himself onto Phil slowly as soon as they made contact Phil whined in pleasure and couldn’t help to let a few moans escape his mouth. Dans eyes shut quickly as he pushed further and further down. Dan stopped when he reached the base of Phils cock. He lifted himself up an slowly building a rhythm. phil was completely gone, a moaning mess. Dan picked up the pace slowly but surly and making sure to keep trying to angle himself so that phil would hit his prostate. And there it was, dan moaned and screamed in absolute pleasure. Phil smiled because he knew he had just hit his prostate. Dan stayed at this angle moving even faster. Hitting his prostate every time. “Da…Dan I’m gonn….gonna come!” Phil groaned. “D…do yyyou want to stop?” Phil continued. “No phil, IIII don’t care please cum for me. In me.” Dan replied in absolute awe. “I think I’m clo…close too phil.”
Phil took this as a sign to start stroking dans dick which was throbbing and leaking, this made dan scream once again. “DANNNN!” Phil yelled as he came into dan, dan still bouncing on Phil helping him ride out his orgasm. As Phil finished than couldn’t hold it any longer and he came hard onto Phils chest and hand. Dan finished and rolled of Phil to lay down next to him. “Sorry.” Dan replied looking at Phil covered in his cum. “Don’t be it’s fine. It was more than fine actually it was hot as hell if I’m being honest.” Phil replied making them both laugh.

They stood up and started to dress, Phil looked over at his incredibly hot boyfriend who was still flustered and he could already feel himself getting hard again. Dan spotted Phil looking at him and he smiled back and he looked down and saw his boyfriend was completely hard. “Round 2?” Dan asked giggling. “Fuck. I hate being a teen.” Was all phil could reply with as he locked their lips. “I’ve never been more happy about the fact that my parents work late.” Dan chuckled. “Shut up and take of your boxers.” Phil replied both of them laughing so much that it hurt.

***************** Okay so why r people actually reading this I’m so confused aha thanks I guess

anonymous asked:

What about...Prompto and s/o are expecting (planned or accidental). Let's say they find out it's a boy, but Prompto seems nervous or changes the subject every time choosing a name comes up. S/o finally shakes it out of him, turns out he wants to name it after Noct but was nervous that s/o might hate the name (assume this is during 10-year-darkness or post-game?) (......I may or may not have just read the pregnancy scare one and am 100% sure Prompto would name a son after his best/first friend).

Here it is! Sequel to the pregnancy scare one shot from a while back. I guess this is technically part two? Either way, hope you enjoy. This is under 1500 words so I’m gonna classify it as a drabble. Hooray for Prompto fluff!

Tagging @iinkpools and @ascensiontree for obvious reasons<3

You rose to your feet, exhaling loudly as your hands came to support your lower back. You were six months pregnant, and you felt like you were going to burst. How were you going to survive three more months of this?

You waddled your way into the kitchen to hunt for a snack. It was midday, the sun shone through the curtains into the dining area. Prompto was out and work, helping rebuild the Citadel after the light was restored to the kingdom.

After your first pregnancy scare so many years ago, the two of you wanted to make sure that you were ready before you decided to try for real. A few years back, while Noctis was still in the Crystal and darkness swallowed Eos, Prompto asked you to marry him. The ceremony was small, only a few friends present, but for what it was, it was perfect.

You knew that Prompto wanted kids right away, but you told him that you didn’t feel safe having a child while it was still so dangerous to just be outside. You’d lost so many people to the daemons lurking outside of Lestallum that you were scared to raise a child in that environment. Prompto agreed, and you decided to wait.

But nothing was ever foolproof, and sometimes the two of you were careless. There was one night where Prompto had returned from a rather harrowing battle coming back from Hammerhead. He was trying to help Cindy by gathering some materials for her, and got caught on his own between two Iron Giants. He had to use up all the potions he had on hand, and almost needed a phoenix down, but he made it out alive.

When he got home, he burst through the door and immediately latched his lips onto yours. He took you hard on the couch, the first flat surface he could find. He needed to make sure he was really still there, that he wasn’t just dead and dreaming. He devoured you until you were a screaming mess under his mouth with your legs over his shoulders, and then he took you to the bedroom where he had you begging for mercy under his hurried, rough movements. He hadn’t had the foresight to put on a condom, and spilled his seed inside of you twice, not that you minded in your haze of lust.

But about three weeks later, just as Prompto told you that he got a call from Talcott that Noctis had woken up and was out the door, you bit your tongue and decided not to tell Prompto about the positive pregnancy test at the bottom of the garbage pail.

You didn’t know if he was going to come back. You cried after the door shut behind him, not sure if you’d made the right decision in keeping it a secret. But you knew that if you told him about the pregnancy, he would stay with you. And Noctis needed him. The world needed him.

So you waited. You sat by the window, a hand over your stomach, and waited and waited and waited. Eventually, you fell asleep, your head against the cool glass, your breath creating small areas of fog with every exhale. And then suddenly…

You felt warm.

Your eyes shot open and you saw the sun rising up over the horizon. You covered your mouth with your hands and rubbed your eyes, pinching yourself a few times to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

A little while later, the front door opened and Prompto walked in, his shoulders slumped and his uniform covered in blood, but he was there. You ran to him and he collapsed in your arms, still in grief over the loss of his best friend. You stroked his hair and kissed his temple, letting him know that it was okay.

“Prompto,” you said shakily as he looked up at you with his big, blue eyes.

He sniffled, regarding you curiously. He didn’t say anything, but waited for you to speak.

Finally, you told him. “I’m pregnant.”

His arms tightened around you and he started crying again. Though this time, the tears were for a different reason.

That was six months ago. You couldn’t believe how drastically things could change, how good life could be and how nice it was for it all to just be…normal.

It was a few hours later that Prompto came home. He hung up his Crownsguard coat at the door and came over to kiss you, his hands coming up to cup your face as his lips lingered on yours. Then he leaned down and lifted your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach.

“Hey, little Chocobean,” he smiled, rubbing his hands along your swollen belly. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

You smiled and took Prompto’s hand. “Can we talk for a second, Prom?”

He nodded, and you led him over to the living room and sat with him on the couch.

“You know,” you stated, your hands coming to rest on your stomach. “We still haven’t picked a name yet.”

You could have sworn that Prompto’s face paled a little. His words came out in a rush. “Do we have to decide on that already? I mean, we just finished up the nursery, and I really think that there are some other things we need first, like I don’t know if the Chocobo plushie I got the other day is big enough, or what if the baby prefers Moogles, we haven’t planned for that—”

“Prompto,” you stopped him, bringing up a hand to his freckled cheek. Your eyes traced the constellations on his face, your fingers smoothing out the worry lines that were starting to form on his skin. “What’s the matter?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, though he leaned into your touch.


He looked away for just a second, but then nervously met your eyes. “It’s stupid.”

You took both his hands and placed them on your belly. “Prompto Argentum. This is your son. I know you’re nervous and that you’re scared. Hell, I am, too. But we can’t keep referring to the baby as Chocobean all the time, unless that’s the name you want to give him. This baby is real and he needs a name. And you’re his father, I’d like your opinion on what we should call him.”

Prompto sighed, rubbing small circles against your skin through your shirt. He looked down at his hands. “You’ll hate it.”

You tilted your head to the side. “How could I hate it?”

“I…” he paused, his hands stilling. “I want to name him Noctis.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You want to name him Noctis?”

“It’s stupid, just forget it—”

“Prompto.” The sternness of your voice made him look up.

“You have the scary mom voice down pat, you know that?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think Noctis is a fine name for our son.”

Prompto’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “You mean it?”

“Of course,” you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. “He saved us, Prompto. He saved the world. And he was your best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to name our son after one of the most important people in our lives?”

You felt wetness on your face, and realized after a beat that Prompto was crying. You kissed his tears away, and he brought his arms to wrap around you tightly.

“Noctis Solis Argentum,” you decided. “That’s our son’s name.”

The baby kicked, and Prompto laughed in amazement. “I think he agrees.”

You pulled your husband in for a kiss, and he melted into your touch. You closed your eyes and revelled in the warmth of his arms. You couldn’t wait for Baby Noctis to join your happy family.

mysilenceisamask  asked:

Supercat #18

Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.

“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.

“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.

“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”

“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”

“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”


“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”

She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.

Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.

“Okay,” she finally shrugged.

“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”

“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”

“Oh…okay. Good.”

“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“ 

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Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.


“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”


“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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Tony Stark doesn’t play well with others. What a load of crap, let’s look at who he’s had to ‘play’ with and decide:

Tony works well with the damn HULK. He prods him with a shock of electricity and they even work in a lab together. Bruce sees Tony as one of his closest friends and they might have disagreements but Tony still gets along with Bruce just fine. 

Tony works well with Vision who is a supposed non-biases humanoid with an infinity gem, whether he created him or not he works well with him.

Tony works well with Rhodey, a colonel in the military and someone who tried to take his armor from him while he was dying and his friends of decades. They work just fine together. 

Tony seems to work with T’Challa with no problem too. He never had any reason to call out T’Challa or give him any distrust like some he faced. 

Peter respected the hell out of Tony and even when they just met Tony and Peter got along, even in the Homecoming trailer you see Peter looking up to Tony. 

Tony does NOT work well with Thor, who grabbed him by the throat while he was out of his armor and the ‘team’ stood by and watched. I don’t care what you have to say about Tony Stark but the team stood by while a known Norse God grabbed a HUMAN by the THROAT while he had NO PROTECTION. Angry or not Thor shouldn’t have done that and the team is even worse for not even moving a muscle to do anything to stop him. 

Tony does NOT work well with Natasha who has played double agent from the beginning and you never know who’s side she’s actually on other than her own. She started off writing a report on him that was written while he was DYING and she ENCOURAGED his behavior but then turned and wrote a report about how ‘Iron man was needed but not Tony Stark’. I’m sorry but isn’t she some kind of super spy? She knew Tony was dying, she knew he had no one to get him through this and when he asked her how she’d react she said she’d do whatever she wanted, but whenever she writes that report the circumstances are not mentioned AT ALL. She never makes a move to rectify that report and I guarantee you that plays a part in how people treat him on the ‘team’. 

Tony does NOT work well with Wanda who played with his head, set off the Hulk, worked with Ultron, attacked him for the death of her parents (Which he knows nothing about), and then only turns to the Avengers because she found out Ultron intended to kill everyone and not just Tony Stark. Need I remind anyone that Wanda knew Stark would get hurt, was even counting on it, but afterwards he takes her into his home, gives her the latest tech and costume designs, gives her food and shelter, when she never apologized for what she did to him or any other Avenger. She played with their minds and never apologized yet Tony still took her in. 

Tony does NOT work well with Steve Rogers who is a sanctimonious prick. Everyone says he’s this boy scout, I’m sorry, how the fuck is he a boy scout? No matter what his intentions were Steve Rogers went around and lied on government forms to get into the military. Yes, he had good intentions to do his part in the war, but he was still lying and breaking the law! The only reason that scientist found him was because Steve was lying again. Steve wasn’t chosen out of all these great soldiers, Steve was stumbled upon and the doctor liked him, believed he had heart. But then when Tony keeps something he lectures him on lying and keeping secrets, dude, you got your powers because you were lying! So to me, Steve Rogers is just a man and Civil War showed how flawed he was. Steve knew who had murdered Tony’s parents, or at the very least suspected, and he never said a word. Rogers knew that Tony’s parents were murdered instead of in this crash that you know Tony blamed his father for but he never said a thing. 

In the few scenes we saw of them Tony and Clint bantered back and forth and seemed to get along just fine! But all of the sudden Clint comes out of retirement to fight a war when he had told the team that he was retired and the accords didn’t have any impact on him, yet here he is fighting them when he doesn’t know them. So I guess you can say that these two are up in the air. 

And Falcon and Ant-Man? These two have not interacted with Tony enough to know him. Lang only knows him by name and hates him while Tony genuinely doesn’t know who he is. Falcon? Sam is blindly loyal to Steve and so him and Tony have a rocky relationship. 

Just a few thoughts

bounserr  asked:

"So how far down does this zipper go chat?" (ML prompt)

This one got a little longer than I expected, but I had a great time writing it. It does possibly get a bit suggestive at the end, but most of it is just Adrien being ridiculous.

“So, how far down does this zipper go, Chat?”

Adrien raised a brow. “That’s when you woke up?”

“Yeah, it’s the fifth dream I’ve had with him this week.” Nino sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Adrien shrugged, laying back on his bed and settling the phone against his ear. “I mean, he did save you from that akuma last week.”

“That doesn’t explain dreaming about him.”

“It might.” Adrien chuckled. “Maybe you feel like you owe him a kiss for being your knight in shining leather.”

“You know, I only told you this cause I felt guilty, and now you’re teasing me,” Nino grumbled.

“Sorry,” Adrien said, although he didn’t sound particularly guilty, “But, hey, maybe you’ll feel less guilty now.”

“I’ll feel less guilty when I stop dreaming about someone besides my boyfriend.”

“Maybe you can pretend I’m Chat Noir.” Adrien regretted it the instant he said it, but it was too late to take back now. He just had to hope Nino would laugh it off.

Nino did laugh, but then he followed it up with a suggestion Adrien never expected. “Yeah, you can wear a Chat Noir costume, and I can find a Ladybug one, so both of us can make out with our celebrity crushes. Sounds like a fun evening.”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. Despite moving on from his crush on Ladybug, he had to admit the idea of seeing Nino in spots was more than just a little appealing. “Are we…still kidding?”

Nino was quiet for a moment, then he hesitantly spoke, “We don’t have to be.”

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anonymous asked:

symptoms of bpd?

There’s plenty cause BPD is more of a spectrum than a definite illness with a certain amount of symptoms cause all in one it’s all about emotional instability, a false perception of relationships, extremely intense emotions and black and white thinking, so here’s a few

  • everything is either black or white- there’s no grey area for you, you can never be neutral
  • your emotions, positive or negative, are extremely intense (when you’re happy, you feel like you’re about to burst and when you sad, you literally want to fucking die) 
  • it only takes 1 little thing to change your mood within a split second 
  • people are either ultimately good or bad to you (you find it hard to wrap your head around the fact that people can have both good and bad character traits)
  • someone is nice to you= they’re amazing!!!!/ someone is mean to you, even if only once= they’re horribly evil and hate you and want you dead 
  • the people you love are like perfect god like beings to you
  • making little mistakes upset you to an irrational point 
  • things in general upset you to an irrational point
  • BPD itself comes with a lot of irrational thoughts and fears. you overthink and develop fears concerning relationships that people without BPD wouldn’t ever think of 
  • since BPD has a lot to do with relationships, many people who suffer from it have one (or more) favourite person they focus on and all of their emotions depend on said FP’s actions. there’s this meme that says something like “when my friend doesn’t reply within 2 seconds or in a slightly different tone I assume they hate me” and i guess it’s relatable for a lot of people but that’s literally life for people with BPD 24/7 
  • so you really take everything personally 
  • and when your FP or another person you value acts slightly irritating you automatically assume something’s off and they hate you 
  • people with BPD are a lot like little puppies and it’s horrible they’re being mistaken for cruel people just cause we tend to be aggressive and impulsive at times 
  • impulses!!!!! impulses!!! impulses!!!!! it takes you 0.02 seconds to come up with a fucked up idea and turn your fucked up fantasy into actions and 0.04 seconds to instantly regret it 
  • auto aggression. not always only cutting and “classic” self harm but also giving in to impulses that you know will harm you and doing other things that are bad for you and your health 
  • drug abuse and alcohol abuse cause BPD in general comes with a lot of dependence and you quickly grow attached to whatever keeps you happy
  • BPD sadness is not comparable to depression sadness cause depression sadness is often numb and grey and cold and quiet whereas BPD sadness cuts like a knife and makes you wanna rip your insides out- not degrading the kinda sadness you feel when you’re depressed, it’s just as horrible 
  • people with BPD can cut you out off their life without batting an eye
  • which is another reason as to why we’re often perceived as evil but really it’s just a way of protecting ourselves and we can’t help it 
  • people with BPD really are like puppies in desperate need of love but we come off clumsy and helpless cause we’re living in constant fear of being abandoned
  • another symptom that I personally struggle with a lot is having no concept of relationship permanence. Like when my boyfriend is gone for longer than a day I start to feel like he won’t ever come back and like he’s never been here in first place. 
  • it is- you guess it- like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home- it doesn’t matter if they’re gone for ten minutes or an hour or a day, it always hurts and it’s confusing to us and just terrible
  • and another symptom that I personally struggle with an awful lot is jealousy and I fucking hate it but it’s common that people with BPD want their FP to be theirs and only theirs entirely and when your FP gives another person the slightest bit of attention you automatically assume they like that other person more than you 
  • all in one, BPD distorts your idea of relationships and influences your emotions and thinking in terms of relationships, it comes with impulsive thinking and going from thinking you’re a God to wanting to kill yourself within seconds 

I am going to say this.. I am in utter and total shock right now.  I now know what if feels like when you go to a new school and just because a person is popular,  they can just do whatever they want to others, and just because they are popular, people automatically jump on the bandwagon without even knowing the truth.  I and my friends are being attacked because they want to stand up for what is right.  One thing that I will say to all who is reblogging Save Lana.. Lana is and has never been in any danger of anyone trying to remove her from the community. This is the result of someone trying to defend themselves from her sneaky undercover bullying.  I am the one who received the bogus email in my inbox that was supposed to be from Tumblr, telling me that I have been warned several times about stealing others cc or post. That is not the truth Tumblr has never sent me a warning for such a thing because again, it is not the truth. I would never nor have ever stolen anyone’s cc. And if I post your cc, I always give the credit to the creator. It is the same thing that everyone else is doing. The only person that sent me a message talking about such things is Lana. Even when she sent me the message trying to make me feel like I was breaking some kind of rule.  I was very respectful to her and I never mentioned her name or said anything publically about it. Even in my last post showing that bogus email. Her name was not mentioned by me or my friends. Now all of a sudden she is a victim, (What?)  A victim of what? No one has done anything to threaten her blog.. Her name was not even mentioned. But a hit dog will holler.. I have no intention on causing any drama in this community. I have never caused any. She is the one who is twisting everything around in trying to make it seem like she is being attacked when in all truth she is the attacker. You can say what you want. I know me and my real friends know me. I don’t care about any fame. And when I started reblogging, I was not making any cc and honestly had no intentions of making cc, so that is not why I made this blog. I was asked later by another friend if I wanted to learn. I didn’t even think that I could do it. So to say that this blog is made to promote my cc is bogus. I am not making any money from my cc. I do it because it is fun and I like to share. My intentions for this blog is not from a malice place at all. I was just reblogging. If I had a known that it would cause so much drama. I may have had second thoughts. You are all misguided because you don’t know all the facts. I nor any of my friends have not made any attacks or threats against her blog. My friends were simply trying to help me come up with a solution to try to stop another person from attacking and bullying me. The exact same thing that you are all trying to do. But the only thing is, no one is getting attacked but me and my friends. I love everyone here and I have not had any intentions on hurting anyone in this community. So, I guess you are all telling me that my feelings don’t count because I am not as popular and that it is okay for me to be bullied. You all have no idea what is going on. None at all.. And the sad thing is, I am not the only one that has been attacked. We are here for the love of sims and all I see is hate, jealousy, self-centered, control freaks and unfairness going on. I do know that all the evil that is going on behind closed doors will come to light. I nor my friends are evil in any way shape or form. All we want to do is have the right to be in this community and do what we love just like the rest of you.  We all just want to stand up for what is right.  No one is the boss of Tumblr and no one has the right to bully other rebloggers. But if you are all for that then, that is just fine. I don’t have to answer for that. I am sorry that this has come to this point. But if you are all attacking and don’t know what is going on at all because of a misguiding post.. 

I’m A Monster (Loki X Vampire!Reader)

Characters: Loki X Vampire!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Blood

Request:Can I request a Loki x reader? She’s on the team and a vampire. When Thor brings Loki to stay at the tower she’s automatically drawn to his scent. They end up falling for each other and he allows her to nip him a few times for bloody treat.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You had been on the team for a while. You were already a bit of an oddball so you fit right in. Fury had you on the team since you were agile, fast, but also incredibly strong. You’re not sure but it might have something to do with the fact that you’re a vampire. Because of this, you had a thirst for blood and so Tony had to pay for bags of blood for you. You only needed a shot of blood once a day to function, but Tony didn’t want to run out and then you be in a bad place where your instincts kick in and someone could get hurt.

Because of your lifestyle and everything at came with it, including accidents, lashing out, and being raised as a natural born killer, you had a strong mind. You could catch peoples scent and know a lot about them without them even speaking to you.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I have a Wayhaught story for you. So I was thinking about how Emily was saying Wynonna definitely has opinions about Waverly and Nicole being together so what if Wynonna takes a moment with Nicole to have "the talk" with her about how she better not hurt her or end up like Champ (but she knows she won't) and Waverly hears part of this conversation and runs aways and now is very distant with Nicole bc she thinks Wynonna scared her away but later she assures she's not going anywhere

So, I couldn’t help myself and i wrote a whole fic for this. Hope you like it!!!!

Waverly was finally back from that creepy possession ordeal that they had to deal with, and she will absolutely tell you, that she will never be touching any strange gunk that she finds on the ground or otherwise, ever again. But everything is okay now and Wynonna, Waverly, Doc, and Nicole have taken over the Black Badge office in their search to try and find and get Dolls back.

It is had been a few days and the four of them have been locked up in that office. 

Waverly has been pouring over books and the internet, searching for anything she can wrestle up about secret government agencies that she can.

Wynonna was going through Dolls’s computer while she drinks whiskey out of his X cup, and muttering curse words under her breath since frankly there isn’t anything useful or entertaining of the hard drive.

Doc was sitting alone, at the far corner of the table. At first, he had spent a lot of time examining the vials that he had injected into Dolls before the showdown are Shorty’s. Now, though, he has moved on playing Solitare with an impossibly old set of cards.

Nicole, she has been sniffing out every gun and other weapons she can find in the office, she has been cataloging them and cleaning them, even going so far as to dismembering and, all the guns. At one point she even managed to wrestle PeaceMaker away from Wynonna. It was a very difficult feat and she found out that it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time, probably since Wyatt himself had it.

Now it has been a couple of weeks, and with all the stress, Wynonna had pretty much forgotten about Nic and Waves dating, and reverting back to her normal self, had become totally oblivious of the lingering eye contact between her sister and the officer, not so subtle touching that they exchanged whenever close enough, and that whenever one of them left the room the other followed. She was so wrapped up in herself she had pretty much forgotten about the two dating.

At the end of the fourth night, after all of them had done almost as much as they could. Wynonna hadn’t found anything on the computer. Waverly hadn’t found anything mention a Black Badge Division. Nicole had run out of weapons to clean. And Doc, well how many games of solitaire can someone really play before they go insane? They all had started to sigh heavily and push their work away.

Grabbing Nicole’s hand, and looking across to Wynonna who’s face was buried in her palms, Waverly clears her throat, “You know Gus left me a message early and said that she was going to open Shorty’s back up tonight, invited us to stop by.”

“Got Dolls and I’s mess all cleaned up then?” Doc asks when he perks up at the idea of going to the saloon for a drink.

“Yup, I guess some town’s folk pitched in,” Waverly starts, “Gus said they wanted to try and make it up to Wynonna, the whole trying to kill her thing.”

“Strange,” Wynonna finally adds, “They’ve never felt bad about my near death before, I guess people are growing around here.”

“Oh come on Earp,” Nicole can’t help but attempt to protest that, “not everyone in this town hates you.”

Wynonna scoffs at that, “You clearly did not grow up around here red. But that is a conversation for another night when my brain doesn’t feel like soup. I think we ought to head down there, support Gus.”

It didn’t take them long to pack their things up and head to Shorty’s. Wynonna had already slipped behind the bar and found a bottle of whiskey and four glasses. Doc had stepped out to get some air for a few minutes. Waverly and Nicole had claimed a booth and were cuddled up pushed into the corner of the booth and were enjoying a slightly discreet and satisfying make out session.

“What the hell is this, guys?” Wynonna almost demands as she sets the bottle and glass down on the table.

“Uh, it’s me kissing my girlfriend Wy,” Waverly answers, with a very confused tone.

“Oh shit.” Wynonna declares as it dawns on her. “I, uh, I forgot about that.”

“No shit Earp,” Nicole adds after she lets out a giggle.

“I guess you and I need to have a little talk then Haught,” Wynonna replies as she starts the red-head down.

“I think that may be my cue to go find Doc,” Waverly says as she gives Nicole an apologetic smile for throwing her to the wolves or rather wolf that is Wynonna Earp, and then heads away.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing with my little sister?“ Wynonna asks, jumping right in.

“Honestly? Loving her.” Is all Nicole offers her in response.

“She’s been loved before Haught. What’s supposed to make you think you’re any different?” Wynonna questions the red head further.

“The way that I look at her.” Nicole challenges.

“And what way might that be?”

“Like she, herself, hung the moon and the stars, just for me.” Is all Nicole gives in return. Honestly, if you Wynonna hasn’t figured it out by now, she figuring she’ll have to draw it out for the woman.

“Champ used to look at her like that until she stopped being a trophy for him to win and became the strong young woman that she is. How am I supposed to know that you’re different than him?” Wynonna challenges Nicole. She knows that Nicole is different, but she needs to get a promise right from the woman.

“Because I’m not a boy-man-child like he was or is or whatever. Come on Wynonna, you’ve known me for a while now, do you really think I have it in me to treat anyone like crap, let alone Waves?” Nicole asks the question almost beginning to feel hurt.

“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there. I just have to make sure to give you the shovel talk or whatever. You know, Waverly is the most important person in my life and I haven’t really been there for her until recently, and I think I’m still a little too caught up in the curse bullshit to truly give her the attention she deserves.” Wynonna offers the confession as a peace offering of sorts.

“I get that Wy. But you are here now, and you’re not going anywhere. Plus, she has me now too, so I think she’ll be just fine.”

As Nicole finishes her statement, Waverly is walking back up to the table and notices the two other women completely emerged in the conversation but doesn’t catch anything, until Wynonna’s final statement.

“I get that. But just to put it out there, if you so much as crack her heart, or treat her even a little poorly, I swear to you, I’ll be using PeaceMaker for more that putting down revenants.” It’s an empty threat as she knows Nicole is better than that. As she finished though she notices Waverly within earshot and is completely unaware that she has been standing there long enough to hear the threat. 

“Hey, Baby Girl!” Wynonna greats Waverly with a broad smile. “Did you find Doc?”

“I ummm, I’m not feeling well, can you take me home Wynonna?” Waverly asks, not even responding to the question, she’s so shaken up from hearing the threat, scared of what it means. Does Wynonna no like Nicole as much as she’d been letting on the past few weeks?

“I can take Babe.” Nicole offers before Wynonna gets a chance to respond.

“No, I want Wynonna to take me.” Is all Waverly offers, and honestly the way she says it is a little cold. Before either Nicole or Wynonna has a chance to interject again, Waverly has headed out of the building. Thinking, dammit Wynonna, I finally found a good one, and you’re going and scaring her away, you can’t threaten lesbians with guns, it freaks them out. Admittedly, Waverly may have recently delved into gay culture and learned a lot about lesbian tropes.

“You’re not driving her anywhere Earp.” Is how Nicole decides is best to start the conversation.

“Why the hell not Haught? If Waves wants to go, I’ll take her where ever she wants.” Wynonna defends herself.

“No, you won’t. You’ve been drinking Whiskey all day, and you’ve drunk half that bottle by yourself while we’ve been sitting here. It’s not safe for you to get behind the wheel.” Nicole offers as she stands up and slips on her jacket.

“Fine. You going to go get her then?” Wynonna reluctantly asks.

“Yeah. Y’all can come sleep at my place when you get done here if you want.” Nicole presents the peace offering.

“Thanks, but there’s a room upstairs here, we’ll just take it. Let’s meet in the office at noon tomorrow? Give everyone a chance to get some extra rest.” Wynonna offers in return, her own peace offering of sorts.

“Sure, see ya then.” And with that Nicole has turned to head out the saloon herself. 

Nicole runs through the bodies as quickly as she can, pushing through the front doors, and scanning her surroundings. She finds Waverly sitting in her Jeep, letting it run. As Nicole gets closer to the Jeep, she notices hard sporadic shaking of Waverly’s shoulders, a clear sign of the tears that a certainly falling down the girl’s face. Wasting no more time, she runs to the driver’s door where Waverly is sat and pulls it open. Before she has a chance to protest or even notices who’s arms are enveloping, Nicole makes quick work gather Waverly up, rubbing her hands up and down the younger woman’s back.

“What’s wrong baby?” Nicole whispers in her ear.

With the question, Waverly starts to push Nicole away but doesn’t have enough strength to get her too far away.

“I asked for Wynonna,” Waverly states through heavy breaths.

“I know, but I don’t feel comfortable with Wynonna taking you anywhere. She’s had too much to drink.” Nicole offers, loosening her grip while looking down to search Waverly’s eyes to try and figure out what is going on. “I was thinking we could go to my place and I would take care of you.”

“I don’t expect you to take care of me Nic. You don’t even want to be around me, I’m sure.” Waverly states, not being able to help herself and leaning into Nicole.

“What the heck are you talking about Waverly?” Nicole asks shocked.

“I heard what Wynonna said. She threatened to kill you.” Waverly makes the statement though another round of tears.

“Oh baby,” Nicoles starts, with a grin playing at her lips. “She didn’t mean that.”

“Yes she did, she doesn’t joke about using PeaceMaker,” Waverly mumbles into the collar of Nicole’s shirt, that is quickly absorbing tears and most likely a gross combination of slobber and snot, not that Nicole minds. Waverly can bawl into any of her shirts any time she needs to.

“No babe, I promise she didn’t mean it. She knows I would never hurt you. She knows that I love you too much. She knows that I will treat you better than anyone else has ever treated you. She just said that because she felt like she had to finish her shovel talk.” Nicole whispers it to Waverly as she combs a hand through her hair.

“Are you sure?” Waverly asks, starting to regain her composure. 

“Yes, I promise. Now let’s go home and go to sleep. I think you may be a little over exhausted from the past couple weeks.” Nicole says as she lifts Waverly up, letting the smaller woman cling to her like a Khola bear, and walks to the other side of the Jeep. “We can sleep in and go get breakfast, Wynonna doesn’t want us coming in until noon.”

As she lets Nicole settle her into the passenger’s seat of her own car, she watches Nicole intently. Nicole just pays attention to what she’s doing. She buckles Waverly in and leans across her to turn the heat up a bit. As she is pulling herself out of the car, though, Waverly grabs the lapels of her jacket and pulls her so the forehead to forehead.

“You promise you want to be with me?” Waverly asks gently, her breath tickling Nicole’s lips.

“I promise Waverly. Ther is nowhere else, I would rather be.” Nicole makes what is probably the truthful statement of her life, and she is rewarded. She is rewarded by Waverly who leans in, gently pushing her lips to Nicoles, it’s the kiss of a promise, a kiss that means I love you, a kiss that says thank you for loving me. It gently but still passionate. Their lips move together like a choreographed dance. It is as though they were made for kissing each other, and honestly, they probably are.

“Good, because I feel the exact same way.” Waverly states as she pulls away but stays close enough to punctuate each word with another kiss.

“This is ridiculous,” Dean mutters as he rolls out his mat, side-eyeing the fuck out of his brother. His sweatpants are already sticking to his legs with the heat of the room, and for the first time in his life, he wishes he’d worn shorts. “I’m gonna suffocate,” he declares. “I’m gonna die doing hot yoga and it’s gonna be embarrassing.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Would you calm down?”

“Ha!” Dean scoffs. “Easy for you to say. Look at you, with your goddamn hippie man bun and your short shorts and—”

“—These are regular shorts, Dean—”

“And with your fuckin’ tank top you’re in your natural habitat! Jesus, Sam, you’re like the king of the motherfucking granolas!”

“And you’re being a little bitch,” Sam counters, getting himself set up and sitting, cross-legged, to center himself. He closes his eyes. “The physio said this is the best thing for your shoulder, so we’re here. Now shut your trap and take it like a man.”

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’ ________, you are one cranky girl/boy. ’
’ God, I hate my life. ’
’ I hate your life, too. ’
’ I mean, you don’t have to be sober to weigh spinach. ’
’ I borrowed one of Candace’s checks, then I got that speeding ticket, and this fake I.D. ’
’ I guess, I just need to learn to stay home, huh? ’
’ I’ll be waiting for ya. Love always and forever. ’
’ I’m scared of what’s ahead, but when I think of you I know I’ll be able to go on. ’
’ I invite you into my home and you expose my daughter to your sickness. ’
’ Boy, I… I really fucked up. ’
’ That’s all I been thinking about. ’
’ Shut up. That’s your business. ’
’ Look, I don’t care if you’re half monkey or half ape, I’m gettin’ you out of here. ’
’ Why not? You’re beautiful. ’
’ Come over here. ’
’ Who are you? ’
’ Someplace… beautiful. ’
’ Where… where do I seem like I’m from? ’
’ You don’t seem like you’re from around here. ’
’ I’m the only one who can control that fucker. ’
’ Doctors say he / she got no impulse control. ’
’ I hate it though. I’m thinking of changing it. ’
’ So what’s your name? ’
’ I’m an asshole. ’
’ What were you like… before all this?  ’
’ Were you like me, like a girl, girl? ’
’ Yeah… like a long time ago…  ’
’ I guess I was just like a boy girl, then I was just a jerk. ’
’ Think they’d recognize her if we chopped off her head and her hands? ’
’ Why do you go hanging out with guys, you being a girl yourself? ’
’ Why do you go around kissing every girl? ’
’ I… don’t see what this has to do with what had happened. ’
’ Now, are you going to answer my question or not? ’
’ I… have a sexual identity crisis. ’
’ I’m going to ask her to marry me. ’
’ Before or after your sex-change operation? ’
’ Before or after you tell her you’re a girl? ’
’ Shut up, you fucking pervert. ’
’ Are you a girl or are you not? ’
’ Fuck you! You stay the fuck away from me! ’
’ Oh, you wanna fight? ’
’ There’s an easy way to fix this problem. ’
’ By the time you read this, I’ll be back home in Lincoln. ’
’ Sometimes that helps. ’
’ You were right. ’
’ You have a what? ’
’ Wow… This _______ chick’s pretty messed up. ’
’ I’m asking you all these so that when I speak to the jury, they’re going to want some answers. ’
’ People like you don’t need to do drugs, hallucinate twenty four seven. ’
’ Well, I’m just telling you its been reported. ’
’ I don’t want it in my house. ’
’ Man, it’s nothing. ’
’ I’m going to be an old man/woman by the time I get that kind of money. ’
’ God, you have got the tiniest hands. ’
’ I guess I am a pussy compared to you. ’
’ I could always go deeper than him/her. ’
’ You ever done this before? ’
’ He’s/she’s hurt! Call an ambulance! Right now! ’
’ You can’t keep running, you’re gonna end up in jail. ’
’ You think they’re going to lock me up tomorrow? ’
’ How am I supposed to know what they’re going to do. ’
’ Come straight to my house, no stopping at bars, no stealing and no more girls. ’
’ I’ve known her/him since she/him was this high. ’
’ I could tell you stories about her/him. ’
’ Give me a break, I was thirteen years old. ’
’ Who told you that? My mom? ’
’ No one can protect me like you can. ’
’ You know I just want to protect you, right? ’
’ It’s a real… real long story. ’
’ Wow, you’re really good with kids. ’
’ Looks like you’re riding home with Ted Bundy. ’
’ You got some time to stick around, right? ’
’ These girls/boys get their shit together, they’re going to sing some karaoke. ’
’ The bluest eyes in Texas, are haunting me tonight. ’
’ Don’t look at my stupid house. ’
’ I’m not looking at your stupid house, I’m looking at you. ’
’ Wait a minute, what’s your name again? ’
’ I had a dream about you last night. ’
’ I think you were there, I think you walked me home. ’
’ Got an extra cigarette, man? ’
’ This here’s my real family. ’
’ You would of thought he could care of him/herself, let alone that kid. ’
’ This one, this one kept that boy’s/girl’s spirit alive. ’
’ Can we just forget about that. ’
’ It’s okay sweetie, it’s not your fault. ’
’ Having fun? ’
’ I don’t feel like picture taking right now. ’
’ Come on, tell me the dream. ’
’ If tell anybody what happened, we’ll have to silence you permanently. ’
’ You okay in there little buddy? ’
’ Okay, so now you’re a boy/girl, now what? ’
’ Someone’s inside, I got a date. ’
’ Everybody get out of my car! Get out of my fucking car! ’
’ We went by the factory last night and you weren’t there. ’
’ I have to go, my break is almost over. ’
’ Look, isn’t she beautiful? I’m going to ask her to marry me. ’
Stefan Salvatore Starter Sentences
  • Well I know the hold that Katherine has on you.
  • What? And you didn’t think to ask her to elaborate?
  • Oh, it’s a vervain bomber grenade launcher or something like that.
  • We both know you being in this car has absolutely nothing to do with me being in this car anyway.
  • I guess I need to say it and you need to hear it. I’m sorry. 
  • You’re staring.
  • I don’t trust ___. I want to be there today to keep an eye on him.
  • Can you play nice? Please?
  • Yeah, he meant that as a question, with a please on the end. 
  • I don’t know. How can I play if I don’t know the rules?
  • Crow’s a bit much, don’t you think? 
  • I know it’s late. But uh… I needed to know that you were ok. 
  • Well you have the mysterious thing going on too, with a twinge of sadness
  • I wanted to apologize for my disappearing act earlier, I know it was… strange. 
  • We’re a work in progress. We’ll figure it out. 
  • You hate me because you loved her and you torture me because you still do. 
  • “____, you and me is not going to happen. ”
  • “ I knew I couldn`t spike your drink. So I spiked hers. ”
  • “ Everything you know, everything you believe is about to change. Are you ready for that? ”
  • “ I would never hurt you. You`re safe with me. ”
  • “ You said you wanted to know. I`m not going to hold anything back. ”
  • “ That`s the thing about ____. He doesn`t get mad. He just gets even. ”
  • “ I want you to know that I`ll always be here for you. You can come to me about anything. Okay? ”
  • I am in love with you.
  • “ Don`t ever threaten me again. ”
  • I’m choosing myself over everyone else.
  • Memories are too important.
  • You won’t be sad forever,_____
  • I’m not gonna let anyone get hurt.
  • We choose our own path. Our values and our actions, they define who we are.
  • I never wanted this.
  • This isn’t about love. This is about revenge.
  • I’m not sad. I’m frickin hungry!
  • I just wanna spend as much time with you as possible.
  • Maybe they’re ninja turtles. Or zombies. Werewolves.
  • I try so hard to hate him, I guess it’s just pointless.
  • You wanna let yourself get killed? That’s not heroic. That’s tragic.
  • This is a future memory: it’s where your boyfriend whispered to you that he loved you.
  • I’m totally ruining the moment.
  • You’re right. Thank you for being in love with my girlfriend. 
  • _____, do you have any idea how pathetic that makes you?
  • Come on. A little bit cool, no?
  • I’m just honored to be your date tonight.
  • You’re using your calm voice today. Who’s getting killed?
  • I don’t know, Mom, am I?
  • She’s the love of my life. I’d go back to her in a heartbeat.
  • What’s a deeply buried personal secret between friends?
  • You don’t know what I look like when I’m not in love with you.
  • This is my “you’re being a dick” face.“
Colors Part 2

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Read Part 1 here.

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely

A/N: And here is the much-requested part 2! I an shocked by the response to this story. Based on notes it’s my most popular one so far! Thank you so much! Hope y’all like it! Sorry it took so long! Let me know what you think!


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