i am root beer

Oh sweet moon I try. It doesn’t work.

Atticus: “I am powerful and terrifying!”

Darkness: “You’re a root beer float in a happy skull mug. You are some technicolor explosion. You are literally preparing personalized gift bags full of treats and snacks.”

Atticus, muffled from being hugged by ghosts and monsters: “Fear me damn it!”

Stopping Time

A/N: Exc i te dh u mm i ng. Basically, they’re ridiculously close friends and Astrid’s been stressin’ but it’s okay because there’s cute conversations and jokes. I love ‘em to pieces. Modern AU. :) 


Hiccup loved Friday nights, because Friday nights were his Astrid Nights. Basically, after winter break drew to a close, they quickly became the only time of the week where Hiccup could actually spend time with his (human) best friend.

But hey, he was willing to take what he could get.

They alternated both their location and their activities weekly–some evenings were movie marathons in his living room, and others were game night at her house, but they’ve recently consisted of Astrid being too exhausted to do anything other than curl up on his bed and half-consciously mumble everything else it was that she had to do during the weekend, all with Toothless curled up at her feet as he kneaded at her legs.

And, really–with three AP classes on her plate, alongside various other extra curricular activities weighing her down, Hiccup couldn’t blame her for needing the occasional night dedicated solely to catching up on sleep that he knows she skips out on from time to time. Plus, what kind of person wasn’t there for their best friend when said friend was prone to suffering from sleep deprivation-induced hysteria? He was certainly no superhero, but that was a task even he could accomplish.

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Star Trek: DS9 Notes - S4, Vol. 3

After dabbling in double-features and recaps and whatever this was and memes (MEMES), we are back in it, back to good ol’ NOTES. Back to VOLUME is what this means, awwy yeah [greedily gathers more and more DS9 episodes into arms, snuggles them]

4x10 ‘Homefront’
- Dax: “For all we know the Bajorans are right: maybe it is a message from the Prophets.”
  Dax & Sisko: [walk past a group of Bajoran priests]
  Priests, bowing: “Emissary.”
  fantastic
- um, pls tell me Jadzia really is pulling pranks on Odo with Quark?
- Odo: “It’s the fourth time she’s done it this past year. She breaks into my quarters while I’m regenerating and moves all my furniture out of alignment. Shifts one piece three centimeters to the right, the next four centimeters to the left. Not one object in my quarters is where it’s supposed to be!” THIS IS AMAZING.
- well now that Odo is talking openly about Dax’s “perverse delight” in messing with him, it does occur to me that I have not gotten to see much Dax and Garak together — Wish List
- Jadzia Dax IS the most humanoid person on this station. I could hardly tell you what that means exactly but I can vouch for its Truth.
- imagine a bomb not going off on Earth for over 100 years

IS THIS PAPA SISKO. OMG I LOVE HIM ALREADY.

the affectionate Sisko Men just warm my darn heart

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#825

01. I’m single.
02. I love the color blue
03. Shopping is FUN!
04. I love Rent!
05. I think gay marriage should be approved.
06. I’m obsessed with musical theater.
07. I enjoy scrapbooking.
08. I love the color pink.
09. I love to wear sandals
10. I LOVE hugs.
11. I like to take pictures.
12. I am a blonde.

13. I like root beer.
14. I love to drink water
15. I’m a drama queen.
16. I love dark chocolate.
17. My best friend is exactly like me.
18. I’m going to New York soon
19. I love Finding Nemo
20. I love going to concerts.
21. I’m going to the Tony awards
22. I need to apply myself more.
23. I know that I need more sleep
24. I hate needles
25. I love Reese’s!
26. I would never get a tattoo.
27. I’m taking piano lessons.
28. I’m going to be a sophmore. in sept
29. I always take showers.
30. I love to swim.
31. I want to travel
33. I hate being bored
34. I’m too lazy!

35. I love to watch Friends
36. I love American Idol. (somewhat, just the auditions)
37. I’d rather have a small group of close friends than a large group of friends that I didn’t know all that well
38. I love Degrassi
39. I’m in chorus at school.
40. Getting new things is always fun.
41. I love giving gifts
42. I enjoy receiving them as well
43. I’m loud in some classes and quiet in others.
44. I love watching films.
45. I am very crazy at times.
46. I love messages
47. I make money by performing in musicals.
48. I hate social studies.
49. I like aol
50. I love using the computer.
51. I think too much.
52. Math is useless. well anythin past 5th grade is
53. I love to write and type random things.
54. I eat too much junk food.
55. Moulin Rouge makes me cry.
56. My favorite movie is Waiting for Guffman.
57. I have a sister.
58. I like to sing.
59. I also like to act.
60. I want to be famous!
61. I have a GPA of 4.0.
62. I scare people sometimes.
63. I love the Disney Channel
64. I hate it when people judge others.
65. I love watching tv. but dont watch it that much
66. I miss Boy Meets World. OMG I CRIED when i watched the last episode
67. I’m so mad/sad about the Rent movie
68. I’ve been to every American Idol concert.
69. I go to Ravinia all the time.
70. I’m listening to Radio AOL.
71. I love listening to music.
72. I like to read.
73. I have blue eyes.
74. I love wearing skirts. (long skirts)
75. I love pets
76. I love ice cream.
77. I hate school

78. I like to talk.
79. Guys are confusing.
80. I love the 80s.
81. I’d love to have the money to buy things for people for no reason at all.
82. I love the 90s
83. I enjoy being single
84. I love Ed Debevics.
85. I want to live in NYC.
86. I wake up at 5 on school days.
87. I would love to visit the Mall of America.
88. I already went through braces
89. I love shopping at Kohls.
90. I always listen to music in the car.
91. I hate when people are mean.
92. If I leave my hair to dry it goes curly/wavy
93. I don’t like pop music
94. I’d do anything for my friends.
95. I live for the summer.
96. My hero is Jonathan Larson.
97. I love both of my parents
98. My sign is Aries.
99. I hate Hillary Duff.
100. I love recieving e-mail’s/ims/lj Comments.]

The longer i live the more sure i am that i should have offed myself years ago and that Hashem hates me personally so I’m gonna kill myself but first I’m gonna watch some fuckin star trek and eat root beer candy bc i am too tired to die at the moment

if anyone wants an evaluation of the kind of person i am, i just spilled an entire can of diet root beer on my bed and proceeded to kinda just accept it

Playing Games with Baekhyun

Ok, so someone asked me if I was biased to BTS. Nope, I actually love everything. Ask me and I’ll write it. This story is from your point of view. Your Baekhyun’s friend with benefits. 

I pull the Jeep close to the curb and kill the engine. The sudden silence and stillness in the car makes me feel present in the moment, makes it seem real. Now my emotions can bubble up to the surface of my consciousness, making me restless. My stomach flips over nervously.

Turning down the driver’s side sun visor and sliding open the plastic door to reveal the vanity mirror, I check my makeup a last time. Dark brows, honey eyes framed in big lashes, and full red lips. I haven’t felt, or looked for that matter, this good in a long while. And I’m done wasting time.

Without the air conditioning on, the car is getting warm in the summer sun. I take this as a sign I should stop stalling and get on with it.

So I take a deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds, and let it all go. Then I slide a hand under my black sun dress and slip off my pair of pale pink lace panties. I stuff them into my bag and get out of the car, not stopping to allow a second thought.

Once on the porch, I give a hard, quick rapt on the front door and wait. I breathe out another heavy sigh through my lips, hoping to push my chaotic thoughts away with the air. It’s not working.
And then the door is pulled open. And that did the trick; the wild torrent of thoughts flee my skull in a hurry. My stomach drops again, a little bit in anticipation and a little bit in fear.

I look up at Baekhyun, his handsome face and lips just a little parted, but not smiling. I want him to see my indecision, like I’m not sure I want what I’m getting myself into. It’s part of the game. I have the baby doll face and a look of innocence naturally; why not use it to my advantage? I’m 2 years past legal, but I don’t look it.

He pulls me over the threshold, against his body, and kisses me slowly on the lips. When he pulls away, he makes a sound in the back of his throat like he’s taken a bite out of a dessert he enjoys. It should be ridiculous, but when he does it, somehow it is not. It makes the skin on my upper arms prickle. I smile up at him and stand on my tip toes for another kiss.

“Are you thirsty?” Baekhyun asks, “Would you like something to drink?” He walks toward the kitchen, gently leading me along. I was thirsty, sure, but not for anything he could get me from the fridge.

“No, thank you,” I reply. “I’m fine. I think I’ll just go put my things in your bedroom, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” he says and smiles. “You remember where it is?”

I nod and head down the hall, feeling his eyes on me as I walk away. My sun dress has an open back and I feel fairly certain he’s enjoying what he sees. 

I smile at this thought and then feel a small pang of dampening guilt. I shouldn’t be doing this and I certainly shouldn’t be enjoying it. I can’t be this sort of woman. I’m the sort that dates the same boy for five years. From high school and all through university. Who loves him through even when he can’t make me all that happy? Oh, wait. I already did that. And where did it get me again?

Two large hands close on my hips and I can’t help it; I’m so startled, I jump. He laughs a little under his breath, pulls me back against him, and sweeps my smooth, brown hair behind my right ear. He leans in close and breathes, “Your'e so fucking adorable. I can hardly stand it.” My flesh erupts in goosebumps.

This is too easy for Baekhyun.

He brushes his lips down my ear lobe and kisses my neck, one of my several weak spots. His mouth explores my throat and along my collar bone, raising a new wave of goosebumps. I can’t help it; I arch my back and lean into him, anticipating the feeling of him stiff and hard against the curve of my ass. 

I lean back and ah, yes, there it is. Baekhyun pulls me harder against him with his hands still on either of my hips. The pressure of his cock against me makes my stomach slip once more, like I’m free falling. I hadn’t been in town for a month and it seems I forgot how large it is. 

The idea of it inside me makes me both eager and scared; I roll my head to the side so he can reach my throat better. The delicious feeling of his tongue and teeth on my skin makes my desire swell. His kisses get harder and his hands begin to roam from my hips. 

Back over my round ass, up along the curves of my small waist, taking their sweet time before finally reaching my breasts. But when they get there, they freeze. His whole body stiffens behind me. He kneads his hands over them, feeling my hard nipples pressing through the flimsy material of my sun dress. 

“Your'e not wearing a bra, are you?” Baekhyun asks in my ear, his voice playfully stern. I bite my lip and refuse to answer, so he turns me around to face him.

“Well?” he asks again. I still keep my mouth shut and cast my eyes down like I know I’m in trouble. Just a game, sure, but it sends my heart racing. 

He places a finger below my chin and pushes it up so I have to look in his eyes. They’re warm and bright and absurdly, I am reminded of root beer candies. And his arms. Strong and muscled, but not bulky. The veins that run along his forearms are strangely sexy to me. I feel a visceral desire to run my tongue along them…

“Distracted, are we?” he asks. His voice low, but still the hint of playfulness is there. “Well, I guess I’ll just find out for myself then.” He plucks up a strap of my dress and slides it down my shoulder. Now the other.

The bodice of the dress slips down my body like water, hanging on my hips but leaving me naked from the waist up.

“I thought so,” Baekhyun says. And his hands go exploring again. Slowly and teasingly, until he lands a hard pinch on my left nipple. I gasp and he smiles. 

Standing still and letting him touch me like this makes me feel dirty. And I can’t help it, but I like it. I could try to convince myself that I don’t enjoy feeling this way: like I’m his dirty, secret plaything. But there is no use. My body craves it. I feel a sweetness between my legs and know I’m rather wet already.

“You really should answer me when I ask a question,” he warns. I nod. 

“Say it,” he says.

“Okay,” I reply, “I’ll answer you.” My breathing is getting shallower and faster and he definitely notices it. And I know how much he likes it.

“Better,” he says. “Now. Anything else to share?” he asks. 

I fight the urge to smile and look down again. My cheeks feel hot. I might be blushing.

After a few seconds, I can’t help it and I have to look up at him again. A light bulb goes off behind his eyes and he tugs down on my dress, so it falls over my hips and down to the floor of his bedroom. And then I’m standing completely naked in front of him, his eyes climbing over each inch of my skin like it belongs to him. 

“So, you weren’t wearing a thing under that dress?” he asks. 

I shake my head and he raises his eyebrows. 

“Nope,” I say. His shameless desire for me makes me feel bold. I give him a faux shy smile. This seems to put him over the edge; he’s grown tired of waiting. So he yanks my body against his and kisses me roughly and deeply on the mouth. I get caught up in it, parting my lips for him when I feel his tongue. My hands finally get to do a little exploring of their own.

Once he knows I’m properly distracted, he pushes me and I fall back on the bed. Another rasping gasp; he’s caught me off guard- I hadn’t been expecting that. I prop myself up on my elbows, so I can watch him tug off his grey t-shirt and blue jeans. The outline of his hard cock in his briefs makes me feel nervous once again, like I’m a little kid who’s spotted her crush at recess. A wave of desire pulses down my body.

I greedily want to take him in my mouth, feel his cock hard and smooth and wet slip in and out between my lips. I want to make him moan until his hands grab fistfuls of my messy hair and pull tight, fighting to hold on a little longer before he cums down my throat.

But I don’t have a chance to get my mouth on him before he deftly flips me over so I am laying on my stomach. He pulls me towards him so my feet touch the floor again but my upper body is still against the top of his bed. I suppose I must have spread my legs for him without consciously deciding to, because I feel him standing between them now.

Theres a loud smack when he brings an open palm down on my bare ass. The sting and surprise make my skin tingle and my heart pick up the pace. It feels like there’s a hummingbird beating its wings in my chest.

He tugs my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lean down and put his lips to my ear to whisper, “It’s been way too long since I’ve had you here. I’ve missed you.”

And innocently I ask him to show me how much he’s missed me.

Then finally he fucks me. He yanks down the front of his briefs and pushes inside me. He loves how wet I get for him and lets a moan escape his lips when he feels it.

With his first thrust, I have to let out a big breath. I’m tight and to be so suddenly filled gives me a sweet, violent sort of pleasure. I’ve been craving this and to have him inside me after all the waiting makes me feel almost high.

I arch my back so he can go deeper. I’m just a petite thing and taking so much of his length like this hurts, but when I hear another one of his moans, I don’t pull away.

Suddenly, Baekhyun slides all the way out of me and turns me over onto my back. He steps out of his briefs and climbs on top of me. Then he pulls my wrists up and I hold them there, so he can reach into his bedside drawer and pull out a length of thick, black cording. 

I keep still so he can quickly wind it around my wrists and knot them together. “Too tight?” he asks, and I shake my head.

I spread my legs for him, so his narrow hips are high between my thighs. My pussy aches with anticipation; I want him so badly. My eyes roam over his muscled body and up to his face. In his eyes I see my own hunger reflected sharply. 

He tries to tease me, letting the head of his cock slip up against my wetness. It makes me squirm. It is impossible to stay still beneath him. My craving for him blocks out all else and in this moment feeling him inside of me is the only thing I want. I can’t help it. I’m going to beg.

“I love it when you pant,” he says. His eyes sweep down my naked body as he slides his cock against my clit again. It rolls over smoothly, slick from being within me. I know what he wants and so I give it to him.

“Please, Baekhyun,” I say between breaths and try my best to give him an innocent, wide-eyed look that he likes so much. Which is not easy to do when you are begging for cock.

He wants to tease me longer, wants to make me really beg before he gives it to me. But my doe eyes are doing the trick and he can’t wait much longer either. He tells me to say “pretty please.” I don’t hesitate.

So he slips my bound hands behind his head, so my arms are around his neck and finally plunges into me again. I’m flooded with carnal relief, my small body stretching to fit him. I usually like to watch him enjoy me, but tonight I want it so bad I can’t concentrate. The feeling is already overwhelming and the initial relief vanishes in an instant. But the pleasure is building swiftly, winding me tighter and tighter.

I pull in my arms so his forehead almost touches mine and he kisses me eagerly, his tongue tasting my lips. I tilt my head back so he looks at me and there is something I don’t recognize flashing in his eyes. 

I may not know what it is, but my body reacts anyway. A slow, delicious wave of pleasure rolls through me. I lift my hips to try to keep it with me.

His rhythm increases and it feels almost brutal, but I’m grateful for it. I move with him as he pulls in and out, in and out. I know it’s about to come, so I try my best to clear my mind. It’s always been difficult to get me to cum, but somehow he’s able to do what the others can’t.

I suppose he’s seen something on my face or I’ve cried out because he smiles and says, “You really do like it rough.” And he goes harder.

Part of my body wants it to stop, feels like I won’t be able to take it anymore, like I’ll explode. And after a few more harsh trusts, explode is exactly what I do. I catch one of the waves of pleasure racking my body and bear the most delicious, lingering release. The feeling is intolerable and enormous. For a few clear moments, there is absolutely nothing for me but all-consuming pleasure. 

And then I collapse into the sheets like a fluid, utterly spent and happily exhausted. 

Now that he’s taken care of me, it’s his turn. Seeing me cum that hard has him frenzied. His hands are rough and wild, on my breasts, in my hair, at my throat. He lowers his head so my bound wrists slide off of his neck and I hold them down against the bed over my head. He yanks up each of my legs easily onto either of his shoulders. Pounding deeper still.

I know by the increasing rhythm of his breath that he’s close, so I move my sightline from his hips to his face and his body stiffens over mine. He finishes with two more slow, smooth thrusts as he empties his load inside me.

He pulls out and I feel sore and tender and raw. I relish it.

I get up onto my knees and sit down comfortably onto my heels, holding out my hands so he can un-tie the cording. He reaches out as if to do so, but instead grasps a hold of my forearms and tugs me sharply towards him so my face is close to his. Without a word, he puts a soft kiss on the corner of my lips and then frees my wrists.

A little bit of warm cum drips down my inner thigh. And I sort of like that too. It feels natural.

I really should pull on some clothes and leave. But we’re both already half asleep when he pulls me into his arms. So instead, I let myself fall into sleep soundly with my head resting on his chest.


ASK ME WHAT TO WRITE.

Yes, it’s 40 degrees outside

And yes, I’m making a root beer float

And you bet your ass I am gonna drink it while I’m smoking a cigarette outside

It’s never too cold for ice cream

[4 am]

my dad: so i take it you’re not sleeping tonight?
me: no i can still get 5 hours in, i’m fine
my dad: ok but i bet when i call to wake you up you’ll tell me you’ve been so worried about missing your final that you’ve already been up for hours
me: pfft what that’s not me


[10 am]

my dad: (calls me)
me, tired and hungry, dining on salmon straight from the can and two slices of bread fresh from the freezer, nursing a can of room temperature root beer: so i haven’t slept yet,