i already had this typed up

I’m watching the news now and CNN is going through all types of leaps and bounds trying to figure out where on earth Trump got the idea that something happened in Sweden.

They even had a representative from the Swedish government. They seriously asked him “well could anything have maybe happened that he could have mis-construed?”

I understand that journalists want to do their due diligence but COME ON. Trump is obviously just making up attacks to stoke fear and garner support for his xenophobic policies against immigrants and refugees.

Call it for what it is already. This is more than “that gosh darn trump didn’t check his facts again” Trump & members of his administration continually making these things up causes xenophobic VIOLENCE

when johnny says “i used to talk about killing myself all the time, man”

who did he have these conversations with?

it wasn’t pony, he’d have written about it in the book, mention it in some way, describe johnny in some darker manner than a “kicked puppy”

it wasn’t soda, he’d mother hen johnny more than he already did

and darry? he’d never let johnny out of his sight.

steve wasn’t fond of pony, and while everyone babied johnny i don’t think they were super close to the point of this kind of confession

dallas was definitely his friend, definitely protective of johnny, but… he was dallas. i doubt he had any deep conversations past slightly drunken confessions and him gruffly admitting stuff about his past. they’re close, and confide in each other, but dallas seems the type to view emotions as weaknesses

but honestly my bet is on two-bit. two-bit was really broken up by johnny’s death and it’s 100% possible that he and johnny had deep conversations about this kind of stuff. two-bit stressing about his mom and his sister while johnny admitted stuff about his parents.

i really feel that not only is two-bit an underrated, over simplified character by the fandom, but that he and johnny were closer than pony knew

Breathless (Reid x Reader)

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Title: Breathless

Pairing:  Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Do one where Spencer is in love with the Reader

Triggers/Warnings: None J

Words: 811

My first one! Thanks for the request!


It was late. You sat there typing away on your laptop. This report felt like it was sucking the life out of you. You had been at it for hours and the rest of the team had already packed up and left.

“Go home and get some rest Y/N,” Hotch tiredly staggered down the stairs.

You snickered as he yawned and he stared at you with a stern expression.

“I mean it,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah.  I’m almost done,” you waved him off and spun back around to your desk. Unfortunately, you had said the exact same thing to Morgan when he left.

Thirty minutes had passed by since Hotch left and the only thing lighting up the office was your stunningly bright screen.  Typing up the last sentence, you remembered this case as it passed through your mind. The unsub was a woman hairdresser who would choose a customer, stalk them, and eventually slit their throats. She actually attempted to run when the SWAT Team surrounded her, crazy bitch.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you jumped out of your seat, the thoughts of the case washed from your mind instantly. You whirled around scanning the office for the culprit until your eyes landed on him.

Spencer Reid. He was standing there with his messenger bag wrapped around him, his shaggy hair was draping over his head and even though it was dark, the computer screen allowed you to see his droopy eyes.

“Oh…sorry Y/N,” he stammered. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish.

You shrugged, “Surprise!” you smirked.

Spencer gave a small smile, peeking at you through his bangs. He eyes darted down to the floor and he shuffled his feet.

“You okay?” you questioned. You felt nervous, Spencer was possibly the sweetest guy in the world and he meant everything to you. The first time you laid eyes on him, you practically fell head over heels for him. You hung on his every word, every fact, and every smile. And now here he was; tired and alone.

He nodded and slowly approached you, hands still buried in his pockets. “I heard you’re still working on that report,” he jerked his head towards your laptop.

You plopped back down in your chair, feeling useless. Throwing back your head, you groaned and covered your face.

“I only just finished and I’m exhausted, Spence.” You were the only one on the team who called Spencer by his first name. He never seemed to mind and always looked puzzled when you called him Reid.

He didn’t say anything; he just walked closer and leaned against your desk, facing you.

You looked up into his doughy, brown eyes for what seemed like an eternity before he reached down and brushed your cheek with his hand.

You felt your heart begin to race.

He bit his lip. “Did you know it takes less than four minutes to decide whether or not you have feelings for someone,” He then chuckled. “It only took me about two.”

“Wha-what are you-“ you struggled to stammer out the words before he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It felt like your heart had just exploded. Your eyes fluttered shut as you passionately kissed him back.

He pulled away, “I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just…um,” He stuttered. With a giggle, you pounced out of your chair and threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. His tongue collided with yours as his hand rested below your ear and his thumb caressed your cheek. His lips were soft and he was so gentle and cute. His hands got tangled in your hair and then they slowly moved down your body until he was rolling his hips into yours. You let out a soft moan, but Spencer silenced you by once again crashing his lips into yours. There was no space between you two and you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. You ran your fingers down his spine and inhaled sharply. He began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses, causing you to giggle due to you being ticklish.

He stopped and looked up at you before grinning, “Stop it.”

You cocked your head in confusion, “What?”

“You’re so adorable,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist. He then, surprisingly, lifted you up onto your desk and placed himself in-between your legs.

You squealed with a smile, never feeling so happy.

“Y/N, I love you,” he spoke so clearly as if he had practiced saying it a hundred times. Before letting you respond, he then kissed you again, but this time much softer and sweeter. You never wanted to pull away.

here have some AUs as if there aren't enough on your dash already
  • “i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au
  • “this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au
  • "you’re the only delivery person who gets to my house in any semblance of the word fast which is why i keep requesting you but you don’t believe me and tease me constantly about it” au
  • “okay i get it you’re a great thief and don’t want to go to jail but i’m the exhausted af detective that’s assigned to catch you i stg if you let me bring you in so i can sleep i’ll get you a good deal” au
  • "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au
  • “my parents moved me halfway across the world when we were twelve and before that we were best friends but now i’m back and moving in across the hall from you so hi?” au
  • “i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au
  • “we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au
  • “ngl i thought you were the weak one of this friend group but your whole life just went to complete shit around you and somehow you’re still acting the same so if you want to be weak you can be around me” au
  • “my guitarist quit the night before the gig that could mean the big break for a band that i have put my soul into and supposedly you’re really good but i swear to god if you screw this up for me i will hunt you down and slit your throat” au
  • “it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives” au
  • “we started arguing about which hogwarts house this one character would be in and we completely lost track of time and now you’re demanding i take you out to dinner is this a date” au
  • “i’m the private investigator that was hired by your ex to track you down and you totally caught me sitting outside your apartment in a rental car so hi what up” au
  • “i came to check out this support group but things have kind of been majorly sucking lately and you were there and i didn’t even know anything was wrong but we’ve known each other for months what gives” au
  • “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au
  • “i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au
  • “we started dating after months of sexual tension between us but then you moved across the country so now we’re trying to figure out how to make this brand new relationship work long distance” au
  • “so not to be rude or anything but i’ve been coming to this cemetery at this time on this day every week for fucking years and i’ve always been alone up until now seriously what the hell” au
  • “it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
Chapter Three

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Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 1,276

⇨This chapter is from Saerans POV! This gets angsty, guys. Gotta set up that conflict, ya know?

Authors Note: Welcome to who’s fic is it anyway where the update schedule is made up and the word count doesn’t matter. I’m sorry guys I feel like George RR Martin when you’re all hoping I post more before I die. I’m sorry this has been so slow I’ll try and be better!

     Saeran grumbled and rolled around in his bed, kicking the notebook off angrily with his foot. At least he tried to study, right? He held his phone up above his face. The truth was he had spent all day periodically staring at the chatroom trying to summon enough courage to type, and because of that he found it impossible to focus on his assignments.

     The clock was winding down and taking his chances with it, it was already heading into the evening hours. He groaned, ruffling the thick hair on his head in frustration. There had been several people interested in him over the years, that’s true, but no one had ever caught his attention like this before. He was lost on what to do.

     “Just do it already, you dumb ass. What are you hesitating for?” he whispered to himself, hoping Saeyoung didn’t hear him from the other room.

You: I know, his lecture was brutal!
Yoosung: Right?! T_T
You: My hand was cramping from the notes
Yoosung: Maybe we can study together?!
*Unknown has entered the chat*
Zen: Getting bold now, boy?
You: What?
Yoosung: Don’t listen to him -_-
707: Lololol
Unknown: Hey
Yoosung: Saeran, hi!
707: Brother!
You: Hello, Saeran!
Unknown: What’s up, ___. I was actually wondering
Unknown: About what we talked about the other day?
You: Oh?
Yoosung: You guys talked??
Unknown: Were you still down?
Unknown: I could meet you outside in like 5…
Yoosung: I’m wondering, too…
You: It’s for art guys lol
You: Sure! I’ll be out soon! ^^
*___ had left the chat*
*Unknown has left the chat*

      Saeran let out the breath he had been holding in. She said yes. Oh, that meant he needed to get going. He grabbed his sketchbook and utensils, stopping in front of the mirror to mess with his hair and check himself out. His twins body perched itself on the door frame out of nowhere, that smug look on his face.

     “You look adowableee,” Saeyoung pretended to pinch his cheeks.

     “Don’t touch me, freak,” Saeran huffed and smacked his hand away, stepping out to head towards the front door.

     “Have her home before 11!” Saeyoung called out before the door slammed.
He saw you sitting on the curb, waiting. For him. You were staring up at the sky, probably because the sun was setting soon. The colors were beginning to reflect on the clouds.

     He cleared his throat to catch your attention, only a few feet away now.

     “Oh, hey,” you turned to him with a smile before standing up with your book in hand.

     You were wearing some shorts and a black t-shirt, plain white sneakers on your feet. You could have just rolled out of bed, but he thought you were beautiful. That effortless sort of beauty that appealed to him the most. Awkwardly he shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, trying his best to be nonchalant.

     “Ready to go?” he asked. 

      “You weren’t kidding, it’s beautiful here,” you sat down and opened your book.

     “It’s my favorite place,” he sat down next to you, “I come here a lot to think and draw.”

     “Does Saeyoung come with you?”

     “No. He’s usually too busy working or at church, plus he can’t draw for shit,” he remarked while opening his book beside you. 

     “Do you work, Saeran?”

     “Nah. Saeyoung works a lot so I don’t have to. He says he just wants me to focus on my art and studies,” he shrugged.

     “Your brother…he’s a great guy, isn’t he,” you remarked cooly.

     Why is she talking about that idiot? He wanted to brush it off as nothing, but the way you said his name and the tone of your voice left a sour taste in his mouth. In a way, he was glad. The anger brought back his confidence. He just needed you to focus on him and the present for a little bit.

     Placing his pencil and pad down he shuffled himself behind you, snaking his right arm along yours and grabbing your drawing hand into his own. Right then he knew he wouldn’t be able to get the fragrance of your hair out of his mind for the next few days.


     “Your stokes. They’re too short and choppy. Long, solid lines are better. Look,” he moved your hand on the page, drawing smooth lines with ease and sketching the landscape with you, “see?”

     “Oh,” you nodded, “I see. You’re really good, Saeran.”

     “So are you. If you really enjoy this, we can keep coming here together…”

     “Okay, it’s better than being at home, anyway,” you confessed.

     “That bad, huh? My mom’s a real piece of work, herself. I know we aren’t super close or anything yet. And I know you hate talking about it. But if you ever need anything…just call or text me, ok?”

     “Thanks, I will,” you nodded.

     He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to open up about it. He had the same dark feelings about his own situation. This was the first time he had been on the other side of something like this, and it didn’t make him feel any better. He was fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you. To kiss your ear. And yet he still wanted to remain close behind you.

     “Well,” he continued, trying to change the subject, “keep drawing. I’ll just watch for now.”

     And he did. Until it was too dark to see the pad properly. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much, and he even made you laugh a few times. He draped his jacket over you on the walk home, since you looked cold. He thought that was shit that only happened in movies.

     “Thanks,” you handed his jacket back as you approached your driveway, “you’re really nice.”

     “No big deal,” he shrugged.

     “See you at school tomorrow?”

     “Ya, see ya,” he watched until you were completely inside.

     His own house was dark and quiet when he entered. He threw his jacket on the couch, only to be startled by a figure rising from it in the darkness.

     “Hey, what the hell,” Saeyoung threw the jacket from his face as he sat up.

     “You scared the shit out of me,” Saeran yelled, “what are you doing sitting here in the dark you freak?”

     “Shh, you’ll wake up mom,” he whispered, “coming home pretty late, huh? How’d it go?”

     Anyone else would disregard his question as innocent. But they were twins. Saeran could see that hint of concern in Saeyoung’s eyes. Underneath that casual demeanor, Saeran knew his brothers stomach was probably in knots right now. Why else would he have sat up waiting for him to come home.

     He remembered the way you talked about Saeyoung and his eyes narrowed towards his twin. Saeyoung. The one who got to hold a job. The one who got to rely on his faith. The one who got most of their mothers attention, rare and shitty as it was. The one who made everything look easy by just laughing things off. He was tired of Saeyoung getting everything.

     “Cut the shit,” Saeran snapped.

     “Huh? What’s gotten into you?” Saeyoung laughed in response.

     “I’m not fucking around, Saeyoung,” his words were cold.

     The smile left his brothers face. They were now standing in the dark, staring each other down in the quiet living room.

     “I’ll warn you this once, since you’re my brother. Stay away,” he took a few steps towards his room, “I won’t let you have her.” And with that he closed the door behind him, leaving Saeyoung standing in the dark alone.

Your Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean thinks about the love he has for the Reader

Word Count: 973

Warnings: Light Smut, Fluff

Author’s Note: Hey my loves! This is my entry for @jpadjackles‘ 1K Celebration. I got the song “Higher and Higher” by Jason Manns. I hope you guys like it!!! I had fun writing it!! Feedback is always welcomed!!

**Special Note** Lyrics are italicized because Dean sings them *winks*

Imagine being in love.

I know, right? It’s a scary feeling. Downright terrifying. Just the thought of it makes goosebumps rise up and down my spine. You see, I never thought myself to be the type that fell in love. The life I led never made room for any of the normal stuff that happened to guys my age. I was twenty five for the love of god. Guys were married at my age already, right?

The point of the matter was that love never crossed my mind. Sex, however, did, and for a moment, I loved the ‘no attachment’ rule. The “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” sort of deal that always ended with the woman pouting before I slammed the door in their faces.

Total dick move, I know, but that was sex. It was never meant to be emotional.

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Okay there’s two types of E/R there’s 

“Everyone fucking knows already and they’re sick to death of the tension, can they finally figure their shit out please” 

and then there’s 

“Literally no one not even Combeferre saw this coming when the hell did this happen and how” 

and I can’t decide which I like better

yurio shouldntve won the GPF

 — and im not even saying that bc i wanted yuuri to win (tho i did), but bc it just…. doesnt make sense, for 3 key reasons: yurios narrative, yurios scores themselves, & yurios stamina. 2 of these have already been written in two gr8 meta posts, so ill start there:

yurios narrative (link to better, longer meta): that boy needed to lose to gain some humility. his whole problem was he hadnt been challenged by ppl in his age range (& yes, yuuri almost beat him - but he still won. at his senior debut.), and hed already settled out his narrative goals - have an incredible senior debut, grow out of viktors shadow a little, and set a world record

yurios scores (link to better, longer meta): his SP score was literally impossible, simple as that. he shouldntve scored that high, and those few extra impossible points wouldve bumped him down below yuuri

and finally, my real contribution here: yurios stamina just shouldnt be that good

its been established before that yuuri has incredible stamina - thus why has can do so many difficult jumps in the second half of his programs. its a character trait for him, just like how he gains weight easily or is hella anxious. yurio, meanwhile, in ep9, “skated beyond his limits” with his free skate, and scored a personal best
thats gr8! you go, yurio!! but….
how are we supposed to believe that yurio, who had skated beyond his limits last time he did this free skate, is now able to throw in an extra quad at the end of his program?
yurio shouldve been too tired to pull that. he didnt practice it, he doesnt have yuuris stamina, and he had already maxed out his potential on this program before it had another quad in it. that shits not easy to just throw in!!! it doesnt make sense that he was able to do it

TLDR: it makes little narrative sense for yurio to have won, he literally couldntve scored that high on his SP, & he shouldve been too tired to throw in that last quad

Hello, everyone! A lot of people asked for Monday versions of the calendar printables and I’d like to let you know that I updated the original post with the link to them! Oh, and by the way, the January wallpapers are already posted on my blog!

This is by far the largest set of freebies I released and I’m really overwhelmed by all the kind words I’m receiving about them. I had no idea it would reach so many of you when I put it up. Your words inspire and motivate me to continue doing what I do in the hopes of helping others.

I also hope your year is going great so far. If it isn’t, do know that every day is a new opportunity to make magic happen. Don’t lose hope, okay?

Download this month’s freebies: year at a glance and monthly calendarswallpapers


long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au… 

jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)

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So my dear friend wrote me a really cool thing, and since I couldn’t sleep very well last night, I drew some of it…(and then added the last doodle, which took way too long to be a doodle OTL )

Fairytale AU where Reigen is a charlatan who (not so) accidentally adopted a fairy changeling, Mob. :)

So there’s a Pokemon draw theme for December and I will already say I’m not doing everyday cause I can never finish a month long theme. Mainly cause I get distracted with my OCs or one drawing hangs me up for too long. 

Nonetheless, I’ll try to do some when I can and yesterday was fav ground type. While Garchomp IS my fav ground type, in-game team-wise, I LOVE my Shiny Nidoking, Guido. I’ve been wanting to draw him again.
I’ve had him since Leaf Green so he means a lot to me. He’s pretty much an old pokemon now. My friend called him the “Dad mon” of the group. 

His name is from Samurai Pizza Cats dub cause I LOVE THAT ANIME! 

RFA: Walks In To Zen’s Shower

[Warning: May contain spoilers, read at own risk]

I elaborated all the point-form scribbles from random scribbles that I typed in my notepad awhile back. Here’s RFA members + V + Saeran’s reaction with MC as Zen’s S/O. It’s my first attempt, hope you guys like it! - Mod Yoo.

The RFA is having a post-celebration for yet another successful fundraiser party from the night before. This time it’s Jumin’s turn to be the host. As expected of the corporate heir, he had already hired some of the country’s top culinary professionals as the occasion’s personal chefs, to collaborate with his private chef to serve up a special luncheon. Halfway through the luncheon, Saeyoung “accidentally” spilled not 1 but 2 cans of Dr. Pepper (he brought a carton over, very surprising) that he furiously shook in an attempt to prank Yoosung, who somehow manage to pull off a quick dodge since boy plays sports, and the drinks unloads ALL onto Zen’s back, he didn’t anticipate it cos he’s busy feeding MC. Saeyoung let out a quick yelp and took off running after Yoosung while Saeran ponders about having such a dorky twin. Groaning with frustration, Zen is left with no choice but a bath to get rid of the sticky, sugary mess he’s in. “Feel free to utilize one of my guest bathroom, it’s all yours.” Jumin said sniggering but continued: “I’ll have Driver Kim get a new set of clothes, it shall be ready by the time you’re done cleaning up.” Barely able to keep himself from yelling at Saeyoung and Jumin, Zen mutters quiet thanks and excuses himself from MC to go in for a shower. *Personally, I feel like Zen would be the type of guy that takes long bath, to ensure every inch of his perfect skin is taken care of; plus, he’d totally make full use of those luxurious products simply laid out in Jumin’s guest bathroom.*

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Who likes to strip tease for the other:

Evenings where he’s snowed in with Dean and classes are cancelled, Castiel can’t help but want to have all of Dean’s attention.

And let’s face it, he’ll get it.

“Cas…” Dean grumbles as he types away on his laptop. He’s got a ten page paper due tomorrow and by the grace of whoever, they have an impromptu snow day. He counts his blessings because it was due today and he had already come up with four top notch excuses as to why he couldn’t turn it in but it’s okay, he basically has an extra day.

“Yes?” Castiel finally answers, studying the faces that Dean has been making for the past hour.

“I mean, not for nothin’ but in my distinctive knowledge about these things, no guy ever could finish a paper with someone’s foot that close to their junk.” He tears his gaze from the screen and looks at Castiel who’s got his foot between Dean’s legs under the table.

Castiel smiles, foot sliding from the chair and hitting the floor with a thud. “Innocent coincidence.”

“I’m sure.”

“It was.”

“Un-huh. And I’m the Easter bunny.”

They go silent before Dean returns to tapping away on the laptop. He’s a few bullshitted pages away from being done with this nightmarish paper when Castiel finally stands and wanders off somewhere.

It’s quiet now.

Dean feels slightly guilty, like he’s neglecting Castiel but he knows his boyfriend isn’t mad. Still, there’s that inkling of doubt floating around in his head.

Well, an inkling of doubt until he feels fingertips tracing down the back of his neck. He shivers, wondering how this clumsy dork just snuck up behind him that quietly.

That curiosity fades when that hand is moving down his chest and now there’s lips brushing over his neck. “Cas.” He breathes out shakily, fingers fidgeting over the keyboard. “I need to finish this shit.”

He can’t focus.

“Considering the current state of the weather,” Castiel whispers. “The probability of another closed campus is high.” He smiles and moves around the chair and stands beside Dean.

Dean deliberately keeps his eyes on the screen, even when his computer chair is being spun around some. “Yeah, possibly.” His eyes scan over the same sentence four times before he feels Castiel move between his legs.

“So you will be able to finish those last pages in the morning.” He smiles and brings his hands up to his hips. “Of course, the slight chance that campus isn’t closed, your paper wouldn’t technically be due until the day AFTER tomorrow. Your professor wanted hard copies correct?”

Dean nods as his eyes follow Castiel’s hands. He’s trapped now. He can’t look away when Castiel’s fingers are gliding over the button to his stupid corduroy pants. Or when he’s pulling down the zipper and wiggling his hips to push them down.

Suddenly Dean’s breathing a little harder and his hand is twitching, tapping the arm of the chair.

“Therefore,” he starts while his pants slide down his thighs and drops to his ankles. “Therefore you have two days. A day and an half at the least. Regardless, you have plenty time, Dean.”

Dean clears his throat. The way Castiel says his name is sinfully illegal. He tries to clear it again but his throat is dry now. Castiel has stepped out of his pants and his hands are moving slowly up his thighs, then his hips, flicking the waistband of his underwear before his reaches his sides. He keeps moving up but he’s taking the ends of his sweater vest with him.

Once that blue heap of fabric hits the floor, Castiel starts undoing the buttons on his shirt and Dean has never wanted to rip a shirt more than he does right now.

“So I suggest taking a break and spending some quality time with me. If you want of course.” He down casts his gaze to his shirt and undoes the last button. The shirt falls open and he can see where Dean’s eyes go. They start at his eyes, then start to drop south. His mouth, his chest, his stomach, his…

“Do you agree, Dean?”

Dean shifts in his seat and reaches up, touching Castiel’s thighs. Why not? Castiel wouldn’t be between his legs if he wasn’t allowed to touch.


Dean smirks and brings his eyes back up to Cas’. “Well fuck yeah, Cas.”

“Okay, good.” He looks down at Dean with the most endearing look and shakes off the shirt until he’s only clad in his underwear. “Let’s do proper research for your paper now that I have your full attention. I’ve found several sources for your citing page that you can use. Also, I can proof read what you have so far.”

Dean’s eyes snap up and he makes some sort of disapproving squeaky sound. “What?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you turn in some atrocity that you bullshitted overnight? It’s called a strip tease for a reason, Dean.”


“After we’re done.”

So I had just gotten out of a nasty 1 year relationshit with this guy that nearly hit me. and had really terrible sex so me and my best friend both got tinders and decided to just do hook ups and shit. So after a few good hook ups here and there I match with one guy who looked familiar, not really my type but still cute. So we chat, very casual and I was actually already out on another date when he texted me to come meet him up. I was already on my way home but I said fuck it sure.

So we meet and he comes on a bike and is actually an athlete and all this cool shit so we’re chatting and it actually feels like I’m talking to an old friend. He’s from my hood and has a cute man bun. All very good things. I meet his friends and they all love me and he’s great with my friends too. It’s still pretty early but I’m diggin him and we’re just taking it one day at a time.

Imagine: Theo Raeken x Reader; losing your virginity to Theo.

** Smut involved.

** Explicit wording.

“Are you coming over, or not?”

The text message from your contact ‘Theo Raeken’ remained unread, but you could see the preview when it had come through. Your heart suddenly began to race, you knew he was the local bad boy, but you couldn’t help but have a crush on him. He was hot, very hot, and everyone was jealous that you had gotten partnered up with him for class. Swallowing thickly, you pressed on the message and typed back,

‘Yeah! I’ll be there shortly, just getting my things together’

In truth, you had everything already ready, you were just nervous about all of this. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself and lose any chance you had with him, but you managed to compose yourself. Picking up your bag, you basically bolted out of the house after saying goodbye to your parents.

It didn’t take you long to be in front of the Raeken household. It wasn’t that late, but the sun wasn’t out anymore. The night was almost in full swing, clouds surrounding the sky, blocking out the moon. It was beautiful, just like the boy who opened the door before you could even knock, almost as if he was waiting for you. Breathtaking. A muscular built boy, nicely cut and spiked hair, that scruff you enjoyed… A simple tight black shirt and tight jeans, it made him even more beautiful.

“Hey, come on in, Y/N” Theo smiled, moving aside to let you pass, to which you hurried inside almost too quickly for your own liking. Your heart was racing, and he could sense it. That smug smirk appeared on his face as he grabbed your hand and led you into his bedroom. It was dimly lit, only candles lined around.

“My power is out, I only had these.” He makes up the excuse. His porch light was on, you remember it. He was smart enough to disconnect everything electrical from inside his room, though, to play into it. You played dumb too, you knew something was up, and it made you feel warm. He sat on the bed and you sat beside, awkwardly setting your bag down.

“You know, Y/N, I think you’re cute. And I know the way you look at me, that you think the same.”

He whispered, almost as if he wanted a reaction out of you. It was seductive in tone, and you couldn’t help but swoon.

'T—That obvious? Sorry… It’s just sometimes I think—’

Mid-sentence he interrupts you by placing his hand under your chin and turning it to face him. He pressed his lips to yours for a kiss, making you melt almost instantly. Your eyes closed, moving your lips slowly against his. One of your hands rested upon his muscular chest, feeling just how firm his pec was. Theo slowly pushed you backwards, getting on top, his lips never once left yours. His hands were now on your chest, trailing down slowly all the way to your abdomen, slipping in under your shirt.

'T—Theo.. I’m a Virgin’

You slowly whispered, making him break the kiss momentarily, thinking he was going too far. Your eyes opened slowly as you looked up at him, the corners of your lips couldn’t help but tug upwards into a smile.

'I didn’t say stop, I was just trying to get into the moment.’

You laughed softly, which made the corners of his lips tugs upwards into that smug smirk that made anyone melt. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upwards, removing the fabric from his torso. He discarded the shirt off to the side, your eyes widened slightly as you saw his bare and toned chest. His abs, so toned and defined. The candlelight made him look even more beautiful than he already was, which made you keep the smile on your face.

“You can touch all you like, Y/N.”

He placed his hands to your top and with force, he ripped it, which made you gasp slightly. He was already getting rough, and you loved that side of him. One of your hands moved to rest on his bare chest, slowly trailing it down his bare skin. He was so smooth, God you didn’t want this to end anytime soon. He leaned down to reconnect your lips with his as one of his hands began to slowly undo the button of your shorts, the other tugging down on them, you kicked off your shoes to help. Once he had your shorts off, he kicked off his own shoes and unbuckled his belt, undid his button and zipper and pulled down his jeans.

Theo was wearing really tight black boxer briefs that outlined his crotch, it was erotic in the full form of the word. He slowly began to undo your bra as your hand moved to pull down his boxers, your lips only breaking to breathe, nothing else. The house was quiet, aside from the small noises you would make from your excitement. What got you going more was when you felt his cock harden and press against you.

Now both of you were naked, bodies pressed together, skin to skin. His cock was already hardened, it was only a matter of getting down to it. He took it in his hand and slowly teased the outside of your entrance, making you flustered and moan with anticipation. Slowly, he began to insert himself into your tight heat. A soft groan emitted through his parted lips, feeling your walls part slightly to greet his cock. You let out a long string of moans that seemed to turn Theo on, as he inserted himself fully now.

One of his hands gripped your breast and squeezed it, making you groan slightly. Theo began to thrust inside of you now, cock sliding between your tight walls slowly. He began to pick up his pace as his lips moved from yours to the side of your neck, sucking on the skin slightly to mark his territory. Your body began to tremble slightly from the pleasure you were feeling, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt his thrusts.

“You’re mine, Y/N, nobody else can have you. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, I’ll rip their throat out”

Theo growled out in a possessive tone, content that he had left a mark on your neck, he moved down to take your other breast into his mouth. Sucking on it slowly, his thrusts quickened, moans from the both of you echoed around the room. Sweat lined yours and his forehead, as you were going at it for what seemed like a while now, and you didn’t want it to end.

Theo suddenly slowed down, making your eyes open up and look down at him.

“I want to enjoy the moment.”

He admitted, looking up at you with a grin. His hand moved slowly down your side and to your ass, squeezing the cheek. His cock sliding through your walls slowly, tip leaking pre-cum into you.

Theo’s mouth was pressing kisses to your chest and down to your stomach. He poked out his tongue and licked a long stripe from your stomach back up to your chest. Erotic moans were now emitting through Theo’s parted lips and even your own, you were both caught up in the moment. Suddenly, Theo sat up slowly and lifted your legs to rest upon his broad shoulders as his hands gripped both of your breasts. His thrusts quickened slightly inside of you as he fondled your breasts, squeezing them slightly as his head was thrown back.

A loud moan soon came out of Theo’s mouth as he reached his climax, as you did yours. Ribbons of cum squirted deep inside of you, filling you up instantly, making you scream out in pleasure. You arched your back, eyes rolling back as Theo howled out to the moon in possession and pleasure. Finally, he dropped himself beside you, pulling out beforehand. Both of you were panting heavily, covered in sweat as you lay on the bed. He turned around slightly to wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

You curled up with him, smiling as you buried your face into his chest now. With a simple yawn, both of you fell asleep, snoring peacefully through the night. He held you close to him, not planning to let you go.

The following morning, you awaken to the smell of pancakes, making you smile as you sit up, stretching slightly.

By the time Theo comes in, you slipped on your underwear, smirking as he walked in only wearing his tight boxers.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

He whispered as he placed the tray on your lap and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

'Last night was amazing. You were amazing’

You whispered to him, looking down at the food. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and orange juice. Who knew Theo was such a chef?

“You were the amazing one. Look, I like you, Y/N. And— And I wanna ask you..”

Theo sat beside you, placing a hand to yours.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

The question made your eyes widen, gasping slightly.

'Y—Yes! Oh my god, yes!’

The both of you embraced and shared a long and passionate kiss as a newly formed couple. You were ecstatic that the man you lost your virginity to is now your boyfriend, and he’s proud that he was able to take his significant others virginity.

You know what would be cool?

A Drag King type of show like RuPaul’s Drag Race, that’s what would be cool! Come on now, drag kings deserve a shot at $100,000 and publicity too!  I’ve seen so much talent in the “drag king” tag and it is going entirely unnoticed and unappreciated. What’s up with this? I think I already know what’s up with this, but I still wanted to point this out. No women have ever had a shot at $100,000 yet.  That type of prize money could seriously change a woman’s life.

Seeing Kai’s face in the movie when Kei rips his own throat with no hesitation at all made me wonder just how much powerless and useless Kai must have felt every time Kei had to die in order to survive. I bet he’s the self-deprecating type who always thinks it’s his duty to protect him. Even when Kei pushes him aside and leaves him alone. He never asked for anything more than Kei being happy on his own terms. He never complained to him whenever he was left behind. He just sucked it up and kept his smile on (and his smiling earrings) just waiting for the moment Kei would ask again for his help (as he was already packing the bag when Kei called. He knew Kei would eventually need him from time to time and he just waited for those times.)
So their relationship is really fucked up: Kai would gladly just stay behind and be the one who gets hurt (Kaneki much, anyone? ugh) if that means he can protect Kei and make him happy that way, right?
Well, now picture how crushing must be the feeling he gets every time Kei’s heart stops DESPITE ALL THAT. Even though he always wakes up. Kei is human in Kai’s eyes, but that only means Kai always pictures him never waking up again ALL THE FUCKING TIME.


Here are some of the first sketches I did for Happiness.

The first page was before I knew what to do with the Licki-Gang. I decided to start with upgrading Lad but didnt know what to do. I wanted to keep a reptilian/draconic design for the gang and Lad ended up being the guinea pig.

I cant remember how the star theme came about but it lead to a few ideas that eventually narrowed to the idea of granting good and bad fortunes.

While the true form of these creatures is dragon-like I wanted them to be able to shapeshift into more human-ish forms for convenience and fun.

Loxley (Lolli) was also bein tampered with at the start because I knew he’d be hard to translate into something new since he already has an original design. I didnt want to separate him from the gang though so I had to start thinking of a new rendition of him.

Finally at the bottom you can see the start of me trying to figure out various body types for everyone. Usually when Im trying to come up with an idea I start with really small thumbnails that have very little detail. Im trying to focus on shape and form to get diversity, not the details, those come later.

Also surprise Sinclair for size comparison haha.

Sinclair belongs to @royalchai