i am thirsty also

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: The Iron Giant is such a vastly overlooked cartoon classic which didn't get nearly enough recognition despite its originality and its approach to mature topics in a way that was accessible to a young audience. From the way Brad Bird handled the villain, a man driven mad by the paranoia inflicted on him by government propaganda, to his clear and unflinching anti-war message, The Iron Giant encouraged children to question authority and be suspicious of the media we are spoon fed, and I will always wonder whether there were more sinister forces at work which kept the film from reaching a wider audience. Also, I am so thirsty for Dean McCoppin, it is embarrassing.

Give me a Kylo bacta scene. Not because I’m thirsty for Adam Driver. That’s why Girls exists. Because I want to see a character who started off with every inch of himself suffocated in heavy layers of black get stripped down to nothing, reflecting his mental state. I want to see him at his weakest, completely vulnerable.

Would there be interest if I took a stab at a new multi-chapter fic where I basically do an alternate take on season seven? Basically just a bunch of fairy tale characters settling into life without a big villain looming over their heads, with Emma and Killian settling into their marriage?

I would also read this. Essentially I am thirsty for the little moments with Captain Swan, and everything we didn’t get to see.

An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.

anonymous asked:

Hell yeah I am down for both maknae and hyung line bed continuation i never thought id be this thirsty for astrology yet here i am (also you're really great for doing all of this and I just want you to know that I appreciate you a lot)

anon: I’M DOWN FOR A CONTINUATION NDKDMDKCM

prepare yourselves

anonymous asked:

The boys reaction to finding out their s/o is a virgin?

By the way, this is going to be sin within a short amount of time. And also I never directly mention sex because that is doing the nasty.`


Originally posted by feather-pauldrons

  • Let’s begin with this, Noct is also a virgin because let’s be real here and let’s say that, for a fact, that he’s an enclosed prince living within the walls of himself.
  • And I mean, when he finds out that you are also a virgin, he finds it a bit endearing. Which is also pretty cool because after that you two take it super smoothly because who has time for the dangerous, steamy stuff?
  • But when you two finally get around to doing the deed with the peen and the tic tack in the hallway.
  • Noctis doesn’t know what is going on, by all means. The most that he knows is that he puts this in this and then the pleasure comes all by itself. But what he has noticed is ever so happy to overwhelm you forever and ever.
  • Good shit, I have heard.

Originally posted by feather-pauldrons

  • Okay, now with Prompto, he has been laid before. Behold, the most precious thing in the fucking world, has gotten laid.
  • So when he comes to you with wanting to have a intimate time together, you meekly admit that you are, as a matter of fact, as pure as the newest rainfall. Which is mostly pure if you don’t count the fact that rain comes from the dirty water.
  • But he’s cute about it, he’s really sweet about it too, he’ll mention that you don’t have to force yourself into this because he understands the pressure that leads into this.
  • But hey, take your time, think it out. Prompto loves you either way.
  • Prompto likes to take it slow, he likes to be overstimulated and driven over the edge. But his responsibility is to take care of you, it’s to make you scream his name as loud as you can.

Originally posted by unknowingheart

  • we all know that Gladdy has gotten laid before, alright? And we all also know that I am actually thirsty for this grown man.
  • So let’s be honest here, Gladio is the sweetest thing that I have ever encountered. And by sweetest I mean that he is a literally epiphany.
  • You’re a virgin, damn lets hope that he’s your first.
  • And while we’re at it, it’s the best thing that you have ever experienced. Like, cloud nine kind of stuff. But Gladdy is rough so be careful, is what I would say. There is no slow, no gentle, no sweet. 
  • But no worries, the worst he will do to you is make you bedridden for a few days. And then, maybe, he will leave the most marks and.. also make you shake and shudder by just him speaking.
  • Your his now.

Originally posted by choosentobethedevilsbride

  • Ignis is possibly the lightest of all the boys. As in, he knows how to break you down.
  • He’s known for awhile that you are a virgin and so, when you mention it to him, he calls you a kitten and gently strokes your face, “Are you sure?”
  • Goddamnit, Four Eyes.
  • Iggy is insanely skilled with his hands. He can make you wither by just dragging his fingers across your skin and making you shake because he’s just so intoxicating.
  • His looks, his eyes, HIM. Fuck off Iggy. You pretty piece of shit.

Listen, I am all for the cowboy hat tipping thing, but I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME WHAT IS HE SAYING? IS HE SAYING MEOW? That’s what it looks like. Like you know. “meeOWWW.” i d f k.

Snapback daddy pls omfg. I LOVE SNAPBACKS OKAY I KNOW THAT IT’S A TREND THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE LIKE ‘stop.’ BUT I AM ALL GREEN LIGHT ABOUT IT, GO GOG OOGOOGOOO 

FUCK YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME AJ, You were so hot. And you still are. I want to age this well. DAMN. 

His lil necklace omfg

BULLET CLUB PEW PEW

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASdayum

Jesus christ, if there was ever a picture that you automatically think of daddy, this is it right here, as soon as I saw it I was like, ‘Daddy. Holy shIT DADDY AFFF.’ (if y’all couldn’t tell by now, I have a serious daddy kink LMAO.) 

… Son of a bit-

THIS PICTURE. LEMME TELL YOU HOW IN LOVE WITH THIS PICTURE OF YOUNG AJ I AM, BECAUSE HOT DAMN. Okay let’s start off with short hair. LIKE IT IS THE START OF HIS LONGER HAIR AND I AM ALL FOR IT, IT’S SLIGHTLY IN HIS FACE AND LIKE UGH okay and the ear pierced thing, holy shit, I LOVE WHEN GUYS HAVE THEIR EAR PIERCED LIKE THAT IT IS MY WEAKNESS. Alright, damn daniel let’s talk about them WHITE SHORTS. Ha get it, cause white vans. Yeah I know, I suck. (would gladly suck for AJ HAHAHA) OKATY NEXT, ARM VEINS WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW I am a sucker for it, A SUCKER FOR IT. AnD YOU CAN SEE THE LITTLE HIP DIP THING YOU KNOW THE V THE LINE THAT BOYS HAVE THAT YOU JUST FOLLOW LIKE A ROAD AND SUDDENLY THERE’S THE MAGIC BAYBAY. Wow I just live for this picture wOW 

I am super obsessed with face masks, like??? 

GUYS SWEATY IN THE HAIR FACE I CAN’T 

He has so many shirts with his name on them lmao, I wish I was famous so I could do the same without people being like ‘Wtf’ 

Originally posted by iteamhelena

All I can think of is Crunchitize me Captain, and I don’t know WHY THIS PICTURE REMINDS ME OF IT??

Originally posted by rivenator

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA OMFGGG HAHAHA 

Originally posted by lowedownwrestlingreport

DOUBLE PEW BONUS MASK, because I am trash for masks? 

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

… Them fingers tho

Originally posted by thedudeambrose

Slipping Dean in is pretty much my signature, idk. This made me sexually frustrated

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

 HAHAHAHA REMEMBER HOW I SAID I WAS SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED HERE WE GO

Originally posted by hollowkubox

Annnnd I brought myself back from the brink HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA THIS IS MY FAV OMFG I WOULD DO THE SAME THING CAUSE I AM SO FUCKING CLUMSY OHMYGOD I THINK THIS IS MY FAV GIF EVER. 

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

Basically, I am AJ Styles af because I am a confused puppy most of the time and I got a cute country accent to boot. 

@hardcorewwetrash for THE DAY OF THIRST BEBE. 

Ok so I’m almost to 100 followers and I wanted to do a thing (the almost 100 followers is an excuse for me to do it because I want to do it anyways idk)
Send your name, house, interests, personality, etc. to my ask and I’ll ship you with a Harry Potter character and maybe write a short fanfic for you and that character because why not!
(If I don’t get a lot and you’re not happy with who I ship you with, just tell me who you’d like to be shipped afterwards with instead and I can write a short thingy for you and that character instead. Hell you could be into Voldemort post-nose and I will write a lil thing for you.)
Also you have to be following me because I am thirsty ily thank

OH ALSO YOUR SEXUALITY AND PRONOUNS WOULD BE HELPFUL TOO AND IF YOURE ACE/ARO I CAN WRITE A FRIENDSHIP FIC WITHT THE PERSON I SHIP YOU WITH OKAY THATS ALL OK THIS IS CLOSED THANKS FOR 100!

Day 21 of InkTober is N’Doul

i couldnt hold it in anymore i had to draw him i dunno why i like this guy as much as i do

  • what she says: I am fine
  • what she means: i havent seen exo since so long i am thirsty for more exo but also i don't want them to stress themselves i want them to rest for a year or something but i also want a comeback my heart is torn apart and confused i stay oceans away from exo and i don't even know if they are eating and sleeping well my heart is in constant pain for 12 boys i don't even know in real life people will call me crazy but i love and care for these boys so much like they are my own sons though they are older than i am being a fangirl is so hard i want to quit but i dont want to because if i will miss taking care of these 12 wonderful boys these boys give me a purpose in life and they don't even know who i am life is just chogisad
A Regular Night


You walked into the bedroom to find Vernon propped up against the headboard with headphones hugging at his head and a notebook in his hands. You crawled your way into his lap, your really it’s Vernon’s, you stole it from him over-sized shirt hiking up to your hips. Vernon placed his notebook onto the nightstand, and pulled down his headphones before he weaved his hands through his shirt until they came to your hips, “What’re you writing in there, Mr. Headphones?”, he rubbed circles into your hips as he spoke

“Just some raps. For you”

“Can I hear them~?” He looked at your eyes, his face barely tinted red,

“There not finished yet” the two of you say in unison. You smiled and hugged him closer

“You always say that.”

“And you always ask that. I promise to let you hear it tomorrow when I finish it, okay?” You nod and speak the question that was stirring around in your head.

“How was your day?”

“The usual. Practiced some things, ate food, talked to people”

“Mine was stressful” You yawned, getting more sleepier as you listened to Vernon’s soothing voice.

Concern and the want to help you appeared on his face “Oh, babe. I’m sorry. What happened?” He rubbed circles in the small of your back to relieve you

“Some stuff. I don’t wanna relive it again. I just want to sleep with you right now.”

Vernon nodded and laid you next to him, pulled the covers and enveloped your body closely, “Roger that. How about just me talking to you. Would that help?” You answered with a faint yes before he began babbling on about his day.

As he spoke, you slowly felt all the stress lift off from your shoulders and relaxation wave over your body like a river over the earth. You listened to his voice, how it sounded a bit scratchy ‘I better get him a cough drop or a mint tomorrow’, you thought as you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down everytime he spoke. You closed your eyes and fell asleep, floating over the river of dreams.

I extremely hope you enjoyed! and also, I really want you all to request, so then I can satisfy your thirsty selves. I am also very much wishing that you guys give me tips or advice on how I could improve my writing so I can write even better content for you all! As usual, I hope you enjoyed reading! - Toodles, and remember, keep listening to Kpop~ Jackie

smowkie  asked:

"#also i am thirsty for some ballerina!Stiles #like secret dancer Stiles that nobody except scott knew he practice twice a week" I mean, I dont think anyone would mind if you wrote a fic or a headcanon about it... just saying. ;) ♥ (ilu and I've missed you, but i hope you had a great time and that you're doing well despite the world being horrible and people like trump & pence existing)

Here my dear :) I tried! This was written really fast during the night, so I’m sorry for the crappy quality. Hope you enjoy this little headcanon anyway :D

Originally posted by englishballetandtea

Originally posted by redfar

(Thank you to the great Sergei Polunin, who will always be the perfect dancer!Stiles to me. You can find one of his video here. Enjoy :p)


There was a black and white picture at his nana’s house, small and slightly crooked, lost in an old frame. Stiles was only a kid when his grandmother took it off the piano to show to him for the first time.  
The girl inside the picture was tiny, thin, with dark hair severely pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was turned to the side, her arms held high over her head in a graceful arch. She was wearing a tutu but the other details of her silhouette were blurred into yellow hues by the years.

Fascinated, Stiles sat near his nana and listened to stories of her youth in Russia. Of cold winters and women with warm blood and laughter. Of the peaceful studio with its dark wood and unending mirrors, and of the beautiful girls and boys that worked there every day to turn their bodies into art.
His nana kept getting more pictures out of old books, clips of newspapers in an unknown language or beautifully lit shots of dancers on stage. In the photographs, she was only a young girl, frail and beautiful and flying with the grace of a bird.

That’s how it all started.

In his nana’s living room, with her standing tall and proud on her old, damaged feet. At seventy years, she still looked tiny and weak, but she spun him around the room without effort, her feet quick and light. Her white hair floated and her smile was the most beautiful thing Stiles had ever seen.
On the sofa, his dad was clumsily trying to hum some classic melody, all eagerness and no rhythm. His mom laughed at them all and clapped, her enthusiasm and happiness intoxicating the room.

At five years old, Stiles bought his first ballet shoes. They were tiny, shiny and pink, and they didn’t make a sound when he walked shyly into Ms Muller’s dance studio. The wood in the room was bright and glossy, and light spilled all over the floor from gigantic windows. They were only seven other kids in the room, and all of them were girls.

Stiles didn’t care.

Ms Muller’s hands were strict and demanding, never treating them like the children they were, but her voice was warm and full of compliments. The weeks passed, and while Stiles started to tame his body into the foundations of grace, his brain stopped trying so hard to pull him in every direction at once.

In the studio, in the middle of the terse French words, the glittering music and the soft sounds of slippers on wood, Stiles discovered for the first time what peace felt like.
 

At seven, he swirled on the playground, arms held high in the air like his nana’s pictures. A kid pushed him hard into the mud with a sneer before calling his other friends to laugh at him.
From there on, Stiles decided to keep his love for ballet and his school life separate.
 
Scott was the only point of intersection. From the first moment they met, Scott was sincerely interested. He came to many of Stiles’ practices, sitting quietly in a corner of the studio and looking at them with big, brilliant eyes. Ms Muller often tried to convince him to join but Scott always refused, blushing and babbling excuses about his asthma.
The girls still got him to dance with them sometimes, dragging him along to join them in silly warming exercises. Scott once received Ms Muller’s congratulations on his fourth position and Scott had beamed at midair for three days straight.
 
Then, Stiles’ mom left them after months of terror and tears.
And Stiles danced.
 
He danced in the studio, in the dirt of the forest, between the suffocating walls of his room.
He danced for hours, pushing, bending his body.
He twirled fast enough to keep the world spinning, jumped high enough to keep breathing, learned to bow low enough to keep from breaking.
At night, his feet bled, his knees screamed in constant pain and his body turned into one big hurt.

But his mind was blank and he was able to sleep.
 
He didn’t dare ask for more.


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