how do they kiss

Taking a couple days of rest!

Hello guys~ I’m going to take a couple days off from drawing for this au because hoo boi did I do a lot these past 2 weeks :’-) I’ll still be here to talk! Also I think I’m going to make a side blog for my other AUs cause I don’t want this one to get crowded with irrelevant content so i might head over there for the next couple days just to refresh my creative juices (I haven’t made one yet but just a heads up!)

I’ll come back in full force and finally get through that jinkook/ot7 when I’ve hit refresh on life.

As always, thank you so much for all of your support. It keeps me up at night sometimes how loved I feel agdhsjsh you guys are the REALEST :’) 💖

No Accounting for Taste

For @sabraeal because you’re always trying to get more of this one. A brief sequel to Historical Fiction (Star Trek AU)

It was always too much to hope that Obi wouldn’t tease her about it. “So how do I measure up, Miss? Do I need to go take kissing lessons from the computer?”

Shirayuki hid her face in her hands, and he darted in to kiss her cheek in an unprotected spot. “Come on, Miss, my pride is at stake here. Surely you can tell me something.”

He was impossible. He was also determined and never gave up, and she was doomed. Yuzuri would tell her to play it down, make him work for the praise. His lips brushed the side of her neck and he nibbled gently, and she relaxed into his arms. A full sentence would be an accomplishment right now, let alone a bluff. He paused to smile against her skin, and she whined, complaining halfheartedly. He just waited.

She had to say something, make him either stop or keep going, not just leave her waiting and wanting like this. “Better?” She loosened her fingers, peeking to see what look was on his face.

He was still looking predatory, clearly not done yet. “Go on,” he purred, eyes glinting with mischief.

The respite was enough to let her make a sentence, but not to think about whether it was a good idea. “I like the way you taste,” she whispered. Holodeck-Obi had been skilled, but tasted like air.

Real Obi was motionless now, seductive mien frozen into shock. Shirayuki didn’t understand exactly why, but the tables had turned. “Except when you’ve been into that Cardassian candy.”

He recoiled slightly, then smiled. “It’s history.” No longer teasing, he leaned in to just brush his lips across hers. “You’re all the sweetness I can handle anyway.”

A Show - Jimin (Fluff)

“Why do we have to keep it a secret?” You gave your boyfriend a questioning look. “I don’t want them to know yet, it might make things weird.” Jimin noticed your pouting expression after he answered and pulled you close to him. “Listen Jagi, I know that you want to tell the world, I do too. But it just is not the best time to do that. Besides, I kind of like how we have to sneak around.” He gave a smirk and you gave him a quick kiss. “Okay 007, how do you suggest we hide it when we are supposed to meet up with them all in two hours?” You pulled away from him to go get a glass of water from the kitchen. “Well, I guess we should act like we did before, when we were just best friends,” he said following you. “That might work,” you took a sip and set the glass down on the counter. Jimin came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You need to keep your hands to yourself tonight.” You tried to sound stern but you knew that not being able to show his affection was going to annoy him as much as it annoyed you. You heard him whine into your ear and you turned around to face him. You gave him one more kiss before you went to the bedroom to get ready for your gathering. This gathering included Jimin’s bandmates, who still thought that you were just his best friend. The problem is that a few weeks ago, you two became more than best friends. Jimin was hanging out at your apartment like usual when something just sort of clicked. The visit ended with a kiss that led to a make out session that led to you both in varied stages of undress in your bed. Since that, you had both been enjoying your new relationship. After slipping out of your sweats and into a pair of skinny jeans, t-shirt, and a nice leather jacket you walked out to the living room to meet Jimin. He had already been dressed nicely since he had to do some local promotions earlier before coming over. He smiled when he saw you and then made an exasperated sound. “A v-neck, this is really going to be harder than I expected.” You tossed his shoes over to him, “Too bad, I am not changing. Now get your shoes on and be prepared to practice some amazing self-restraint.” He proceeded to do as he was told and took your hand as you both walked to his car outside. The trip to the restaurant took about 15 minutes. When you exited the car Jimin went to grab your hand but you pulled it away quickly, “I thought you wanted to be sneaky, holding hands in public is hardly that.” He nodded in agreement but still walked closer to you than usual, occasionally bumping into your side to get a laugh out of you. You noticed that the company van was outside and assumed that the boys had already gotten a table. You let Jimin walk in before you as to make sure that he didn’t try anything from behind. “Wow Y/N, boy do you know how to dress!” The youngest remarked as you joined the boys at the table. You casually sat next to Jimin like usual and greeted them all with a smile, “Thanks Kookie, you don’t dress too bad yourself.” You noticed Jimin getting a bit tense beside you but ignored it. The dinner was full of laughs and fun as was to be expected when you were anywhere with Bangtan. Every so often you would catch Jimin giving you a side glance. He even took your hand in his under the table once and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. After paying for the meal, it was suggested that you come over to the dorms to hang out. You had spent time at the dorms on plenty of occasions so you agreed. The boys returned to the van and Jimin and you walked back to his car. “Do you think they know?” He asked quietly. “I don’t know, they don’t seem to be acting any different than normal.” You both climbed into the car and drove to the dorm. You walked in to find all the boys already inside scattered around the living room. You sat down on the couch and Jimin sat beside you. Tae was on your other side so you tried not to sit too close to Jimin but equally in between them. You were comfortable with all the boys so when the decided to play a form of ‘never have I ever’ you were not too worried. You had known them just as long as Jimin had. The game started off fine until Yoongi stated “never have I ever had a secret relationship with a friend.” You tried to play it off casually and Jimin did the same. “Come on guys, we know.” It was Namjoon who spoke. “It was Jimin who wanted to keep it a secret,” you said with a bit of a panicked tone. “Sorry guys.” He responded with a saddened expression. You both thought that the night had taken a bad turn, and you would end up taking a cab home while the boys worked it out. Suddenly they all started laughing. You and Jimin shared a confused look with each other. “We aren’t mad. Are you kidding, we all knew this was going to happen.” Tae said giving you a both a wide grin, “Honestly the dinner was a test to see if you guys would slip up.” Jin and Hoseok kept mentioning how cute you guys were. Yoongi brought up how holding hands under the table isn’t exactly smooth. “Jimin hyung sure is lucky,” Kookie remarked. You gave the youngest an appreciative look. The rest of the night was spent talking amongst each other while Jimin had an arm around you. After Jimin realized how late it was he told everyone how he was going to be taking you back home. They all gave “whoop whoop” noises and you felt your cheeks flush. You said your goodbyes and walked outside with Jimin close behind. “We tried.” You said smiling as he wrapped you in a tight hug. “That we did.” He was about to kiss you when a thought popped into his head, “they are totally watching us right now.” You glanced back at the dorms and saw the members peeking out the window. You giggled, “should we give them a show?” “I like the sound of that.” And on that mark, he pulled you into a passionate kiss. When you were finished you both looked back to see the boys freaking out.

i like to imagine that clark kent’s search history is mostly normal but then there’s stuff like “improved superman costume concept art” because he wanted ideas


He gotta give him that air you know


I’m in love with an elf and a shark and now I ship them what do I do yahoo answers

No lie. I’ve been watching it for 5min straight. It’s been months and i’m still not over it.

Friendly reminder that the Athena Cabin are bunch of Percabeth shipper.

A letter to all women
You are valuable. You were created to be light in this world, to bring joy, and on days that you can’t even pick yourself up, to let others know that life does not end there. That it’s also okay to break down for a little while, that we’ve all been there. Woman, you are free. Pay no attention to those, even fellow sisters, that tell you what to wear, what to do, how many boys or girls you can kiss before you officially become a slut, before you become used or impure. Do whatever feels right, feel whatever you truly want. Pay no attention to those who are capable of making the same mistakes as you but think they’re too perfect to ever fail. And maybe those mistakes aren’t even mistakes. Maybe it was just you, growing into the dazzling woman that you’re meant to be, maybe it was another experience in the book of all the things that you’ve done and that are to come. Maybe it was a lesson. Pay no attention to those that say you’re not as worthy as them, to those that tell you that you can’t be successful, smart enough, good enough, pretty enough. Rage. Fight. Live, breathe and cling to what you not only think but know that is fair, and not only fair, but merely human. Speak up. Resist. Engage, communicate and develop your right to rule your own body, to wear whatever you want knowing that if a person gets angry at you for being “provocative” it’s only their problem because they’re not enough of a respectful person to understand that you’re not “asking for it”, you’re just living. Wear whatever you want knowing that if someone makes fun of you, mistreats you or abuses you in any way because you chose to cover yourself up or dress yourself down, they just weren’t raised right, they just don’t know what it’s like to view things from different perspectives or just to be you. Shout. Protest. Be displeased, rebel and say no to people that think they have any kind of control over you. It’s your choice who you want to be with, it’s your choice if you want to keep the baby, it’s your choice if today you don’t want to go to the party, it’s your choice if you want to wear the sweatpants or the tight dress. It’s your choice if you’re going to let others rule your life or be enslaved by this intolerant world. Let your sisters know that we can’t afford to put each other down anymore. We can’t afford to keep on slut shaming when all we’re asking for is respect and we’re not giving it back, or setting the example to do so. We can’t afford to verbally abuse one another when all me might have needed was a little advice and a lot of support. We need to be there for every single woman out there because no one else is going to fight for equality or be informed of what equality really means, if we can’t even come together and stop fighting with each other instead of fighting towards a fair, respectful, equal and dignified world. Stop thinking that there’s already too many of us fighting for the cause and that you’re not needed, there aren’t enough people. We need every single woman helping, giving advice, letting people know of this injustice that we’re living, that not only because you’re comfortable and everyone accepts you as you are, does it mean that somewhere else in the world there aren’t girls who are not even allowed to dream. We stop being free when we give up our control. We stop being free when we remain quiet. We stop being free when we stand by and watch others live what you should or want to be living. We stop being free when we let comfort and tranquility seduce us into a life of nothingness. Be released.
—  macsun //

New element in Yuri Plisetsky’s free skate program. It’s called: “Jump and Kiss”
(then “Fall” by Otabek Altin bc after all it wasn’t Yuri’s best idea)