i can see stairs

a restful home.

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color doodles from a while ago. 
*coughs* that i almost forgot about 

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when you expect your best friend to prank you, but you get this instead

OK, so this gif has killed all of us right? 

But I was just thinking about that person on twitter who saw Matt and Harry filming outside for episode 9, and how she saw them kiss and hug. 

Maybe it’s something about Alec’s hands on Magnus’ shoulders, but I think maybe this might be the scene she’s talking about! Someone on my twitter just now was talking about how this could totally be Alec’s reaction after realizing Magnus is safe from the Soul Sword, and now all I can picture is Alec seeing Magnus, maybe from the top of those stairs behind them, and coming down to kiss him like this, but then he holds Magnus at arms’ length, his eyes moving feverishly over Magnus’ face, as if he’s making sure that Magnus is all there, that he’s safe and standing in front of him. And then Alec pulls him into a tight hug, so tight that Magnus can feel his heart beating anxiously against his chest. Alec holds him so close to his chest, maybe resting his cheek in Magnus’ hair, as if he never wants to let him go ever again, and just whispers “I could’ve lost you,”

In Your Arms - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx

                                   SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.

Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?

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Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.

And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..

Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe..
When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.

Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.

My Anchor - Archie Andrews

@bxllasanosa said:

HI! LOVE YOUR IMAGINES SO MUCH! Can I request an Archie imagine where Y/N and him have been on a few dates and really close. One day, he asks her to come watch him on the upcoming variety show, she eventually accepts. And when it’s Archie’s turn, he’s nervous but he sees her in the audience and they smile at each other. And after the show, they meet backstage and just PURE FLUFF. Sorry if it’s long. And tag me when it’s out? :))

Originally posted by riverdalesource

The Earth shifted when you started to date Archie Andrews. Everything about your budding relationship was easy, nothing too forced. You got along so well because you had been friends before you started your romantic relationship. You were very open with each other when it came to sharing how you felt. With Riverdale High School’s big variety show coming up, you and Archie had been focusing on his songs and supporting him. You would listen to him sing, loving every moment of it. Sadly, without a musical background, you couldn’t help him every much other than giving him support. He called on Valerie to aid him with his composition and you feel a little jealous.

You had only been on a few dates with Archie yet you found yourself falling for the talented boy more and more each day. The night before the big variety show, Archie invited you over to listen to the final draft of the song. You walked over to his house, conveniently not far from yours, and was greeted at the door by Fred.

“Oh, hello Y/N. Come in,” you smiled at Archie’s dad and walked into the house. “Archie’s up stairs getting his outfit soredt out for the big night.” You smiled at Fred, he always seemed happy to see you. You made his son happy, so how could he not be pleased.

“Is he nervous?” Your voice was quiet but Fred heard it. He nodded and you walked to the foot of the stairs. “I’ll go see if I can help,” you said and Fred gave you a smile. You walked quickly up the stairs and down the hallway to Archie’s room. You knocked lightly on the door and waited for the all-clear.

“Come in,” you smiled when you heard Archie’s voice and walked through the door. Archie’s face lit up when he saw you. “Hey babe,” he said, walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You blushed at the action, despite him having done it before. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you smiled at his warmth.

“Need any help?” He let out a chuckle as he pulled back to look at you.

“You don’t think I can dress myself?” You smiled at his teasing and he grinned. You tangled your fingers with his and walked towards his bed. He had laid out a nice pair of jeans and his favorite pair of sneakers. You let out a small giggle and Archie smiled.

“Going shirtless?” You gestured to the empty spot on his bed where a shirt would go. Archie’s smile widened and a glint of mischief shown in his eyes.

“I thought you’d like it,” you let out a laugh at his words. You leaned up a pressed a kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, a soft smile rested on his kissable lips. Your eyes moved from his lips to his eyes and you saw that he noticed your glances. You swallowed hard, turning around to break the tension. Despite the many dates you went on with Archie, neither of you had kissed the other’s lips or uttered those three words.

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It Runs in the Family

A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.

Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!

1.8k, Rated M for nipple.

She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.

His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.

Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.

“You know,” he says, “I’ve been thinking.”

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anonymous asked:

maybe i'm missing something, but why wouldn't you listen to a doctor's opinion of whether you're in pain or fatigue?

Okay, I’ve thought about this question for most of a day, because the obvious answer is “….why would I?”, but it’s clearly not obvious to you.

Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. They’re a doctor. They’re a professional you’ve gone to for help. And pain and fatigue are, like, medical things, right? Going to a doctor about medical stuff and then saying “LOL NOPE” to what the doctor says is like hiring a plumber and then arguing about how to fix your sink, right? If you’re so smart, why’d you call the plumber over?

Okay.

But now imagine your basement is flooding and you call the plumber. While on the phone, the plumber asks you what the problem is and you say that there’s a pipe in your basement that’s burst and it’s now flooded.

And the plumber—still on the phone—says “LOL NOPE.”

And you say, “Excuse me?”

The plumber says, “Look, a flooded basement is a really severe problem, okay? Usually, these calls, they’re a clogged toilet or a leaky u-bend under the sink. Trust me, this is better. Those are a lot cheaper to fix.”

And you say, “I’m sure they are, but I’m telling you, my basement is flooded. I’m looking down the stairs and I can see the water.”

“I’m just saying, there are other things it could be. It won’t hurt anything to eliminate them first,” the plumber says.

And you say, “But I need my basement fixed! Look, I can’t go down in my basement and do laundry right now, and I have important keepsakes down there in boxes… some of them are already ruined, but maybe I can salvage some if we can just fix the problem.”

“Well, then it will be in your interest for me to check your toilets and your u-bends,” the plumber says.

“The problem is not in my toilets or my sinks,” you say. “I am looking at the problem. I called you because my basement is flooded, and I need you to help me fix that.”

And then… now, I’m not assuming you’re female, but I just want to emphasize that this is a starkly though not exclusively gendered phenomenon, so if you’re not female then imagine you are.

“MA’AM,” the plumber says, in a way you recognize. It’s the voice of putting you in your place, the voice of unearned authority, and with this voice, this word, ma’am, is not a title of respect, it’s a reminder and a command. “MA’AM, if you’ll just calm down. I’m sure what you’re experiencing seems terrible to you, but the truth is, it’s probably not as bad as it looks from where you’re standing. And that’s a good thing! Trust me, have been a plumber for 27 years. Now, when can I come over to check your u-bends?”

"It’s not my u-bends!” you say.

“Ma’am, if you don’t want to be helped, I’ll start to think you’re calling for attention.”

You see?

(Now for bonus points, imagine the plumber refuses to help you until you lose a statistically improbable amount of weight just to rule out that this might be flooding your basement, or is acting on the subconscious but deeply entrenched idea that people with your skin color are less susceptible to flooding and in less need of help, or believes that as a feeeemale you’re more likely to be suffering from emotional distress than a physical problem and suggests the preferable course of action would be for you to take a nap every time the supposed flooding in your basement bothers you.)

As I said in that post, pain and fatigue — like dysphoria — are qualitative experiences. This means they happen in your head and they cannot be directly observed or measured by anyone else (which would make them quantitative phenomena). 

The doctor talking to you about dysphoria —or pain or fatigue — is not a plumber in your house, they are a plumber on the phone. The only input they receive about the problem is your account of it. 

And if they’re not willing to listen to what you say and aren’t willing to take you at your word, then all the expertise and experience in the world doesn’t matter. You can have the most powerful calculator in the world but if you type the wrong numbers into it it will still give the wrong answers. Someone can be the best doctor in the world but if they’re ignoring the information they’re not going to give you the right answer.

FATHER {part 5 of GOD AMONGST MEN; YOONGI}

Yoongi huffed as he shoved the phone back into his pocket and walked the short way to the house. The modern styled house stood lonely, the lights still gleaming from the inside as he walked in. All of the guys stood in the common area, as Yoongi went straight to the staircase.

Woah, there! Yoongi hyung! Jimin called out, but Yoongi completely ignored. Where have you been? We were pretty sure we were all going to become uncles by the time you got back! Jimin continued, giggling as he followed him down the stairs.

Can you not see that I’m heading downstairs? Yoongi growled as he turned on his heels to look at the younger roommate, the rest of the guys looking over the edge of the stairwell at the angered demigod. The room became hot and Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide eyes.

What’s going on? Jin called from upstairs, but Yoongi glared up at him.

I’m heading to the Gates. Yoongi snarled and Jin’s eyes went wide for a moment.

Did you – He started to ask, but Yoongi held up his hand.

I’m going to the Gates. He turned and walked into his room. Walking up to his closet door, it was easily disguised, opening the door and walking to the back of the closet, he felt for the handle. Opening the door once more, he walked down the staircase.

He’s taking his merry fucking time getting here, isn’t he?! Yoongi could hear Hades screaming at Phobos and Deimos, also known as Fear and Dread.

S-s-sir, you called him f-f-five minutes a-a-a-ago. Yoongi chuckled as he heard Phobos stutter to his furious father. Phobos couldn’t hold a normal conversation with anyone without getting a panic attack, while Deimos spent most of his days hating everything around him.

FIVE MINUTES TOO LONG! Hades head was a raging shade of red as Yoongi walked up to the towering god. Hades stood well above the height of any man and was intimidating, but Yoongi had dealt with his father’s fury his entire life and couldn’t care less.

You know, if you don’t start relaxing, you’ll end up in the Styx. Yoongi murmured as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Hades looked at his son, fire in his eyes as he looked down at the small stature of his half-human offspring.

Do not speak to me that way, Yoongi. Hades growled and Yoongi looked around.

Where are the rest of the Guilty Joys? Yoongi looked at Phobos and Deimos, who looked around with him. The Guilty Joys were almost like gatekeepers, standing at the entrance to the Underworld to greet everyone with horror. But today instead of nine, it was just two.

Yoongi, I didn’t call you hear so you could critique the Joys. Hades murmured and swung his arm over. The gates of the Underworld opened and Hades ushered his son onto the boat with Charon, the skeletal gondolier who spent his afterlife paddling in the new souls of the dead. Yoongi didn’t look at the skeleton soulless man, simply turning around and looking at his father.

What’s going on, dad? He asked and Hades looked down at him.

We have a lot to speak about. Hades grumbled and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew better.

Alright. What about? Yoongi murmured and he could feel the heat rise.

Hermes came to the Underworld today. Hades spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes were black, his skin a bluish tint, and his face gaunt and unnerving. He told me he was checking up on you and you’ve gotten involved with a mortal.

The words tumbled from Hades’ mouth and Yoongi felt his breathing hitch. He thought he had more time before he would have to breech this topic with his father, but alas, here he was and Yoongi felt a fire grow inside of him.

Father, I’ve only just met her. Yoongi spoke calmly and Hades threw his arms up in the air.

You will not meet with her ever again. Hades spewed and Yoongi squinted. They now stood on the edge of the River Styx, the fire burning from Hades’ rage was unbearable, but Yoongi called upon the cold. The river began to freeze as Yoongi stood before his father.

You do not control me anymore. Yoongi spat. The river continued to freeze and Hades looked on with astonishment, he knew his son was powerful, but this was showing a new force of nature. I will speak to her again. Yoongi said before stopping the freezing of the Underworld. Hades chuckled.

You were always a stubborn child. Hades spoke calmly. It always amazed Yoongi how quickly his father could change his tune, but he also sensed a bit of fear in his father’s actions.

Yea, well I learn from the master. Yoongi retorted and a hearty laugh came from Hades’ lips.

Well there is one more thing I need to speak to you about. Hades said, beckoning Yoongi into the large castle-like structure that stood in the middle of the fiery Underworld. Yoongi walked passed Cerberus, the three-headed dog that he saw as a pet, and various other strange decorations, like skulls and charred candlesticks. This burned down mansion was his home for many years, but now, he saw it as a chore to visit. Hades led his son to the large dining room, it laid vacant, its high arched ceiling, and expansive table were impressive, but no one really came to the Underworld for the dinner parties.

Yoongi pulled out a chair and sat down, allowing Hades to use his power and shrink in size. His once looming stature was now that of a normal man as he sat down at the head of the table. Yoongi looked at his father.

So what do you need to speak about? He asked and Hades smiled, his smile was like shark teeth. Waving his arms over the table, a miniature model of Mount Olympus appeared. Yoongi could feel his eyes wanting to roll once more. Since the beginning of time, his father had made it his mission to take down Zeus, but nothing ever worked. He now sat in the middle of the Underworld listening to his father try to convince him that this time he could do it, but all Yoongi could think about was how you were probably sitting alone in your apartment.

Yoongi wasn’t wrong. You had left the common area of your apartment to sit in your room adjacent to the kitchen. Your eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling as you spun the fidget spinner around in circles and sighed. Sitting up, you walked out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when you noticed that Yoongi’s wallet was sitting on the counter. Walking over to it, the curious part of you wanted to sift through its contents, but your better half told you to just walk it over to the house. So as you grabbed your shoes, you wrote a quick note for your roommate.

Hey, this Greek myth guy left his wallet. He lives next door, I’m gonna drop it off. If I’m not back in a few hours, call the cops. *jk, don’t do that!

Anyway, keep up the studying! Hwaiting! – Y/N

You signed your name, grabbed your phone, keys, and Yoongi’s wallet, and fluttered out the door. Not knowing the kind of mess you were walking into.

Author’s Note: I know it might seem impractical, but I like to think that Yoongi isn’t scared of Hades. Maybe that’s just me, but I think he would almost just find Hades’ behavior to be unbearable.   

Past Abusive Relationship with Tony Perry. (requested).
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Can you do a Tony perry one where you were an a abusive relationship and your dad used to hit you too but now dating Tony. And you accidentally broke his guitar and he yells “what the fuck” and you go in the corner and cry then when he comes to see you, and you beg him not to hit you then he tells you he loves you and would never hurt you?
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I’m cleaning up my apartment; it’s a mess. Mainly because my boyfriend, Tony, had just moved in a couple of months ago. Currently, he’s over at Vic’s house or something, who’s another member in his band: Pierce The Veil. He creates mess everywhere he goes, and I mean everywhere. Dirty clothes are left, rubbish, paper, and I can’t forget: his guitar. It was his prized possession. Much more valuable than I was. He had a bunch of others but he loved this one. It was black and had green oozing over it, I had no idea what type it was; I’m not really a ‘guitar’ person, completely the opposite of Tony. He loves it so much, he’s owned it for ages, it’s always been his favourite. Soon enough it’s going to get broken, especially because of the way he leaves it around the house everywhere. This time, it was displayed nicely over my living room floor. I sigh out loud to myself. I specifically moved a bunch of stuff out from my old spare room so that he could put all of his music equipment in there. Does he use it? Of course not. Wires and such are wound round my stairs, lamps, tables. Everywhere. It’s like he uses every room apart from that one.
I grab the neck of the guitar and hoist it from the floor. The amount of times I’ve had to manoeuvre this lump of wood is unreal. Admittedly, I carry it clumsily out of the living room. Jeez, cleaning up after your boyfriend should be a sport. I mumble to myself as I drag my feet up the stairs. Stupidly, I don’t watch where I’m going. “Fuck!” I curse as I trip over one of the higher up stairs. Releasing Tony’s guitar, it bashes itself down the staircase. I see chips of paintwork jolt off of it. My eyes widen as I see it lay, practically shattered, by the bottom of the stairs. I can see about three strings split. I freeze at the top of the stairs. Uh oh. I rush down the stairs then sit in front of it on the floor. As I said: some paintwork is missing, strings have snapped, and I notice a crack in the guitars neck. For a moment, I’m speechless. I sit there in silence. Then the thoughts pour in. W… What if he gets angry? Just… Just like Ryan did… Just like my father would… What if he… he… hits me? My thoughts stutter. Both my father and Ryan would get angry if I smashed one of their alcohol bottles my accident and they had tons. This was Tony’s one and only favourite guitar… Tony’s never done anything like that to me before, he’s gotten angry but he’s never hit me. Regardless of that, I freeze as I feel my past almost becoming my present. The fear of someone growling in your face, the look of complete disgust plastering their own. Seeing someone’s fist lunge at your face… He… He’s going to hit me… He’s not going to love me… or want me… As I said: that guitars more valuable than I am. I feel my eyes shatter like glass. I sit there and stare at the guitar. What can I do?
Just my luck, I hear a key enter the front door. It’s Tony coming home… I scatter back a little, so I can see him walk through the door. Flicking his hair, I see his eyes are drawn to me, he sees the tears. Hurriedly, he makes his way over to me before crouching down. He doesn’t notice his guitar… Yet. His luxurious eyes meet mine. “Y/N, what’s u-” His mouth drops open as he looks to my side. He stands up tall. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls at me. “What the fuck have you done to my guitar?” He yells at me. “I… I’m sorry…” I whimper, shading myself. My body whelms up. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” He shouts, his hands dart outwards. I prepare for what I’m used to happening. Planning my escape, I sprint off as quickly as I could like I would with my father and Ryan. I hide behind the curtain in my living room. I curl up into a tight ball, clutching my knees firmly to my chest, my head rammed to my thighs. Tears claw their way down my pale cheeks. Sitting here, petrified, is a familiar feeling which I wish left me a long time ago. In my own house… I’m afraid, scared. “Y/N?” I hear Tony’s voice call my name. I can’t recognise the tone; my ears are muffled with the amount of tears that I’m choking on. Fully knowing what’s going to happen to me, I keep quiet. But I see a dark shadow look in front of the curtain. Drawing the curtain, he reveals me to him. “D… Don’t hit me.” I plead as I cry into my thighs. “Y/N…” Tony pats my thighs, trying to break my sturdy ball. “I… I’m not letting go.” I murmur to myself in a whisper, I don’t know if he can hear me or not. “Y/N, I’m not going to hit you, come on, come here.” He coos to me. Reluctant to move, I shake my head. Scooping my hunched body in his arms, he places me down on his sofa. He rests himself up against the arm of the chair, then he slides my body up next to his. His left arm supports my back as his other hand strokes my thigh softly. “I… I’m sorry.” I stammer, tears still dripping faintly off my eyelashes. I can’t seem to calm myself down, my breaths are still quick and unsteady. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He whispers in my ear. “But… But I broke it.” I sob, not being able to look into his eyes. “Hey, I can get it fixed. It’ll be good as new, don’t you worry about it.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. I know he’s lying, it will never be as good as new, but he successes in making me feel better. Breathing slower, I finally relax in Tony’s grasp. “Now, Y/N. Why would you ever think that I would dare to hit you? Your past makes you feel uneasy, I know that… But honestly, I will never, ever hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it, no matter now angry I ever get, I won’t hit you, Y/N. I promise.” He says innocently, before laying benevolent kisses on my neck. I cosily snuggle against his warm body as he does so. His lips trail up my neck to my face, before finally reaching my lips. Passionately, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “I’m sorry for thinking that Tony, I really am.” I apologise guiltily. “Don’t worry.” He coaxes me gently. “I love you.” He whispers in a sweet, loving voice. “I’ll do anything to prove it.” He adds, squeezing my body tightly to his.

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Originally posted by grape-joon

It has been about a month since the vacation. I now live in an apartment not to far from the college Bridgette and I will be attending. We both made our schedules similar so we can ride in one car to campus unless we don’t need to. In just a few weeks we will be attending our first class of college. Bridgette studying Architecture and I’m studying Creative Writing.

I guess Jungkook and Jimin had gotten accepted into a frat house so they’re now a part of that with five other guys. I haven’t spoken to them in about a week since we have all been getting settled in. Bridgette and I into our apartment and them into the frat house. I plop on my bed and sigh as I undo my hair from its ponytail. I just got out of work and want to sleep. It’s only two o'clock in the afternoon.

I get up and change into a t-shirt and some shorts and climb into bed. I connect my phone to the bluetooth speaker and start to play music. I put my phone on the nightstand and close my eyes, laying on my back.

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I’m partially wake up when I hear the music on turn off. I groan softly and cuddling deeper into my pillow. I feel hands grab my waist and squeeze softly causing me to squirm. I grab the hand in mine and throw it off of my body, begging them to let me sleep.

“Wake up! I’m the one that’s supposed to be asleep at unreasonable times!”

I open my eyes, roll onto my back and glare at Bridgette . She smiles sweetly at me and  lays down next to me. I close my eyes again and cuddle back into the pillow I’m holding to my chest.

“How long have you been home?”

“About an hour. I let you sleep now I’m bored. Entertain me.”

“I let you sleep, let me sleep.” I roll my eyes but sit up and stretch.

We get up off my bed and go to the living room. We start to watch a movie and order pizza. We’ve been watching the movie for about an hour and a half, it’s almost finished and so is our pizza, when there’s a knock on the door. I get up and walk to the door after Bridgette and I had a mini argument about who was going to open the door. I open the door with a small sigh and see Jimin waiting patiently in the hallway. He smiles and walks in after I open the door wider for him.

He walk deeper into our apartment and smiles and waves at Bridgette before turning back to me, leaning against the couch. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow up and I do the same. Bridgette gives me a confused look before getting up and walking next to me.

“What’s up Jimin?” She asks and he looks to her. “Why are you here?”

“When was the last time you guys went to a party?”

“About six months ago, why?” I cross my arms over my chest and Bridgette looks at Jimin patiently.

“Get ready. I’m taking you guys to a party.” He smiles brightly like he came up with the brightest idea.

“Who’s party?” Bridgette asks.

“My frat’s.” He shrugs and leans back all the way so he can fall onto the couch.

Bridgette looks to me and I shrug. “Give us half an hour.”

Bridgette gets dressed a maroon long sleeve crop top with high waisted black jeans with black combat boots. Her long wavy hair hitting her lower back, her everyday rings on and her everyday makeup.

I get dressed in a black long sleeve turtle neck crop top and high waisted light jeans. My hair was already straightened, as always, so I just fix it a bit. I add some rings and do my makeup the same as always. I put on my timberlands and walk out of my room.

Bridgette and Jimin are standing by the front door talking. When I close my door they look at me and smile. “Ready to go?”

I nod and we walk out of the building to Jimin’s car. I sit in the back while Bridgette and Jimin talk in the front.

“Is Jungkook going to be there?” Bridgette asks him.

“Yeah, he should be.”

When we get there I get out of the car and walk side by side Bridgette and Jimin.

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It’s been about an hour since we’ve gotten to the party and I’ve yet to see Jungkook. There was a side bar along the wall of the living room that’s connected to the main entrance, so I can see the stairs leading upstairs, the kitchen and other rooms. Bridgette and I are sitting there as we continuously get drinks from the bar tender. I’m on my fourth drink, she’s on her sixth.

“Don’t you think you should slow down a bit?” I asked her as she downed the rest of her drink.

“Jimin said he’ll take us home. I’m fine. You should lighten up and stop looking around the room, Jungkook probably isn’t here yet.”

“Who said I was even looking for anyone? Jungkook at that.” I roll my eyes and look around the crowded space again.

“Yeah, of course you aren’t.” She rolled her eyes and turned so she was facing the crowd and stairs. My chair was facing hers.

“And he lives here Bridgette , he would already be here.”

She shrugs and looks around. “Maybe he was working or something. Just because he lives here doesn’t mean he was here from the st-”

She stops talking when he eyes land on something. I go to follow where her eye’s landed but she quickly turns to me with wide eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t like Jungkook anymore?” She asks hurriedly and starts to bounce her leg up and down.

“I told you Bridgette , He only wants sex. I’m not going to keep liking the boy if he only wants-”

“That doesn’t answer my question, yes or no?” She asks again looking back and forth between me and the stairs.

I just furrow my eyebrows and look to the stairs.

My heart aches a bit when I see Jungkook walking down the stairs, his black shirt wrinkled, his hair a mess and a hickey or two occupying his neck. A girl following down the stairs behind him. Her blonde hair in waves down her body with her white tank top and booty shorts. A hickey noticeably on her neck as well. I breath in quickly and turn back to the bar and down the rest of my fifth drink. I ask the guy behind the bar for another which he gladly gives me. After about two more drinks I feel enough buzz and look to Bridgette who now looks a bit sober and is looking at me with worry.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen, get a different drink."I shrug nonchalantly and get up. I wobbled a bit but caught my balance with the chair then quickly smiled at Bridgette who looked at me curiously.

"Alright, I’ll come with you.” Bridgette said as she got up from her seat. I started to protest but she turned me around and guided me to the kitchen. “I know what you’re going to try to do, and I will help you.”

I smiled and gladly started to walk to the kitchen. When we got there, there wasn’t a lot of people.  A few people talking around the island counter and drinking out of red solo cups.

Bridgette leads me to the counter and pours us each a drink. I lean against the counter and look around the kitchen. I gladly take the cup from Bridgette ’s hand as she hands it to me. When I turn back around I see a guy staring at me. I sip on my cup as we stare at each other. His curly hair slightly messy but sexy, his green eyes staring at me and his all black outfit. He smirks slightly when he sees that I’m staring back. I gulp my drink down, ignoring the sting, and slowly walk towards him. He does the same and we meet each other half way.

“You’re cute.” He smiles as he looks down at me.

I laugh and blush a bit. “Getting straight to the point, huh?”

“Hey, a pretty girl like you should get told the truth.” He smiles and takes a sip out of his cup.

We talk for a bit more. Flirting, laughing. Bridgette started to talk to a guy now they’re deep in conversation. After I look away from Bridgette and the guy she’s talking to, I look around the room when I see two familiar figures standing at the doorway of the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook are standing in the middle of the doorway, talking. They look between me and each other and my smile slightly fades when I see that. I look at Bridgette , who raises one brow at me, indicating she noticed too. I look back at the guy I’ve been talking to and put a smile on my face and start to listen to him again. He goes to a university not too far from here, but one if his best buddies goes to this college and invited him to come along. I take a sip out of my new drink and watch as he starts to lean in. I lean in too and my cheek brushes his as he leans in to whisper in my ear. His nice cologne fills my senses, and I’m not complaining.

“Do you live around here? We can head back to yours or mine?” He whispers in my ear. His lips brush my ear and I bite my lip.

I pull away slightly, our faces mere centimeters away as we stare into each others eyes. His eyes filled with curiosity and lust. I look down at his plump pink lips and lean in. He kisses back immediately, his hands resting on my hips as mine are on his biceps. The kiss starts off slow but rough, then he slowly pulls away, biting my bottom lip in the process. I bite my lip with a small smirk as he smiles and laughs as his nose brushes my forehead, since he stood up tall again.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks.

I grab his wrist and start walking backwards towards the other exit of the kitchen. I look to Bridgette so she knows I’m leaving to which she sends me a wink. I wink back then turn forward and he wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the crowd. I feel his hand squeeze my hip and his lips kiss my earlobe.

I turn to look at him to which he smirks at me, I laugh and look forward and continue the way to the front door. I turn to the side for a bit and see Jungkook. He’s staring at me from the bottom of the steps but his attention is brought to the girl who’s tugging in his shirt. He looks down at the girl with a smirk on his face.

I look forward, my mind buzzing as we leave the party, get into his car and he leads the way to his apartment, then to his room.

05.08.17

Fantasy 8...

Wrong place & the right time…
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No one is home… This never ever happens. There is always someone either a child or the husband around. But today my house is quiet. To bad i still have stuff to do so laying around and being lazy are not gonna happen. Time to get cleaned up and start my day. I mean not that taking a shower is a real hardship. My shower head is amazing and she’s about to be used!! No better way to start my day then getting fresh, clean and an orgasm. My shower is hot and ready for me. Lathering my hair up getting that nice and clean running my hands through my long blonde stands. Getting the conditioner in and running my fingers though it. I’ll let that set while I wash. After lathering my loofa up and scrubbing my body down. Now that the necessities are takin care of time to rinse off and get to the good stuff. Feeling my skin fresh and clean and wet and slippery. My fingers grazing over my body. Caressing my breasts. Pulling on my nipples. Running my hand down my chest and stomach down to the promised land. I prop my foot up on the shower bench and aim the shower head on my pussy. My hand back to my breast while I aim the pulsating water right where I need it. And oh baby it feel SO damn good!!! Head back, pinching my nipple, picturing a man on his knees with his mouth latched onto my pussy. Now there is a lovely image. Feeling his mouth working my entire pussy. Just as it’s really starting to feel good. I hear my doorbell. Ugh fuck fuck fuck…. i now hear the person knocking too. They are not going away. I grab my towel and turn off my water. I wrap the towel around me and make my way out of my room and down the hall. From the top of my stairs I can see someone still standing at my front door and I see them reach of the doorbell again. Well shit no time to put on clothes. I make it down the stairs from the upstairs to the main level then down the stairs from the main level to entry level. I see that it’s a man at my door. I crack it open being that the only thing I’m wearing is a towel. The man looks shocked to see a wet and practically naked woman open the door. I’m struck silent by this handsome man who is at the door. Holy crap he’s hot! He tells me he is there for an appointment with a person I have never heard of. I inform him that he has the wrong house and he says no this is the address that I was given. Once he says the address I realize he has the numbers turned around. During our discussion I’ve opened the door a little bit more and as soon as I notice that I also notice that he has developed a strong interest in my breasts that are not completely contained by my towel. I tell him how he has the numbers turned around. He looks at the numbers in my house and chuckles. He does not seem to be in a huge rush to leave and if I’m being honest with myself I don’t want him to leave…. I’m loving picturing his face between my legs. I mean hello he did interrupt me mid play session. So I ask him what his appointment was for. He is just staring at me with the look of lust in his eyes I’m not to sure he even heard me. Ya know what fuck it… I’m home alone and I would like to get off. I step back and drop my towel. He finally snaps out of his fog and looks me in the eye. Do you wanna come inside and have and “appointment” with me?? He does not even hesitate. He steps in and shuts the door. Well he’s game!! Let’s play. I go and kneel on the stairs and look over my shoulder. “No need to waste time drop your pants show me what you got and get to it.” And then it’s on. He drops his pants and he is behind me so fast… he’s hard and ready and huge!! Yes!! “Come fuck me baby. Do what my husband doesn’t” he strokes his dick twice approaches me and positions himself at my entrance and pushes himself Home… damn that feels good. He’s huge and hard and I’m gonna cum with someone other then myself. He grabs my hips and uses them for leverage. The thought of fucking a stranger in my house is so damn hot I’m not gonna last I’m gonna cum quick and I’m gonna cum HARD!!! I can tell that he’s excited about it too. He’s fucking me so hard and fast and damn it feels good!! I’m already close but I want this to last a little bit. Suddenly he stops. Tells me he does not have a condom on and does not have one to put on. Well I’m on birth control… “are you clean?” He adamantly let’s me know that yes he is. “Ok you give me an amazing orgasm and I’ll let you fuck and cum in my ass” This seems to light a fire under his ass. And he is fucking me with new kind of fierceness!!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! Fuck it’s so Good!!!! I’m there I’m gonna cum and it’s gonna be good!!! It’s so good it feels like an out of body experience!! How can I cum so quick and so hard??? Damn I don’t care cause I did but lord…. He pulls his rock hard dick out of my pussy he is slick from my orgasm and he dips his fingers into my pussy coats them with my wetness and rubs my ass with them. After he has me ready to take him. He positions himself at my ass and slowly inserts himself. He tells me how tight and how hot and how he’s not gonna last. I tell him to fuck me hard i don’t want it gentle. And he does just that. He fucks me so hard I know I’m gonna feel it later. His fingers are digging into my sides so hard I know I’m gonna have marks I have to hide from my husband. But damn it feels so good I don’t care!! I can feel him start to swell and it starts triggering a 2nd orgasm for me. I reach my hand down and start to stroke my clit I’m going to get this orgasm and right as I start to cum I feel him shudder then explode inside of me. Oh man I’m spent utterly spent!! He pulls himself out and I can feel him dropping out of me. I stand up and turn around to face him. He looks so damn hot and he’s sweaty and looks thoroughly satisfied. He leans down kisses my lips and tells me that was worth missing an appointment. I laugh as I’m picking up my towel and walking to the front door. I hold it open for him and he leaves. I head back upstairs I need another shower. This time it goes quickly as I just need to wash my body. I’m now running behind. But like he said that was worth it!

It’s raining downstairs.
I can hear the music
A funeral march
And I can hear the voices
Of a futile prayer.
I can smell the blood
Of my open wounds
And I swear if I look hard enough,
I can see your shadow on the stairs.
—  EMJ // A Wake In The Rain
fat acceptance/body positivity

I really can’t wrap my head around how people can support this. Like, we’re not talking about people who’re a bit overweight. We’re talking about people who are overweight to a point where it’s literally killing them. No, that’s not something that  looks “beautiful”. (Neither is if you’re too thin, by the way. Both can come from disorders or illnesses or sometimes side effects of meds.)

And before you come back to me with “Boohoo you’re just hating me because I’m overweight!!!”

-No. If anything I am concerned for your health when I see how you can’t move or take the stairs and how you damage/hurt your own body because it has to carry too much weight. I won’t tell you THAT is something positive, and I seriously hope you know that yourself.

anonymous asked:

Hey friend I saw your post about memories and I went and read through a bunch of other ones and?? How do you?? Get memories? Mine just come to me randomly or stuff it's really hard for me to get anything

ooh I’ve been ready for the day I got an ask about this! 

Ok, so! Obviously, there’s general advice - going through the character’s canon in their media, looking at art or stories or videos or aesthetics made that relate to them, listening to music etc. etc.  and mostly I say this because these have worked for me too, though it’s pretty random.

But what I do specifically, that works for me pretty much on command (though I can’t do it all the time), is what I call the memory walk! It’s not my method really, it’s structured off of this method here. However, I’ve found that as I do it, it’s more successful when I personalize the process in a way that works for me, and pay attention to what works for me!!

So I’d advise reading through the original process to start with, but I can also tell you about my experience with it if that might help!!

I am going to say, though, the most important thing to remember for this process is to listen to your instincts and pay attention to how it goes. if you can’t seem to get things to work, you may need to try something different. If you feel like you’re doing it right then you probably are, but if you feel like something’s not adding up then you may need to address whatever it is that feels off and try again. 

Don’t try to overthink or force it, you’re more likely to block things off and get frustrated. Go with the flow and learn the cues your brain gives you so that you know when you’re doing the right thing.

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Fantasy #8

No one is home… This never ever happens. There is always someone either a child or the husband around. But today my house is quiet. To bad i still have stuff to do so laying around and being lazy are not gonna happen. Time to get cleaned up and start my day. I mean not that taking a shower is a real hardship. My shower head is amazing and she’s about to be used!! 
No better way to start my day then getting fresh, clean and an orgasm. My shower is hot and ready for me. Lathering my hair up getting that nice and clean running my hands through my long blonde stands. Getting the conditioner in and running my fingers though it. I’ll let that set while I wash. After lathering my loofa up and scrubbing my body down. Now that the necessities are takin care of time to rinse off and get to the good stuff. 
Feeling my skin fresh and clean and wet and slippery. My fingers grazing over my body. Caressing my breasts. Pulling on my nipples. Running my hand down my chest and stomach down to the promised land. I prop my foot up on the shower bench and aim the shower head on my pussy. My hand back to my breast while I aim the pulsating water right where I need it. And oh baby it feel SO damn good!!! Head back, pinching my nipple, picturing a man on his knees with his mouth latched onto my pussy. Now there is a lovely image. Feeling his mouth working my entire pussy. 
Just as it’s really starting to feel good. I hear my doorbell. Ugh fuck fuck fuck…. i now hear the person knocking too. They are not going away. I grab my towel and turn off my water. 
I wrap the towel around me and make my way out of my room and down the hall. From the top of my stairs I can see someone still standing at my front door and I see them reach of the doorbell again. Well shit no time to put on clothes. I make it down the stairs from the upstairs to the main level then down the stairs from the main level to entry level. I see that it’s a man at my door. I crack it open being that the only thing I’m wearing is a towel. The man looks shocked to see a wet and practically naked woman open the door. I’m struck silent by this handsome man who is at the door. Holy crap he’s hot! He tells me he is there for an appointment with a person I have never heard of. I inform him that he has the wrong house and he says no this is the address that I was given. Once he says the address I realize he has the numbers turned around. During our discussion I’ve opened the door a little bit more and as soon as I notice that I also notice that he has developed a strong interest in my breasts that are not completely contained by my towel. I tell him how he has the numbers turned around. He looks at the numbers in my house and chuckles. 
He does not seem to be in a huge rush to leave and if I’m being honest with myself I don’t want him to leave…. I’m loving picturing his face between my legs. I mean hello he did interrupt me mid play session. So I ask him what his appointment was for. He is just staring at me with the look of lust in his eyes I’m not to sure he even heard me. Ya know what fuck it… I’m home alone and I would like to get off. I step back and drop my towel. He finally snaps out of his fog and looks me in the eye. 
Do you wanna come inside and have and “appointment” with me?? He does not even hesitate. He steps in and shuts the door. Well he’s game!! Let’s play. I go and kneel on the stairs and look over my shoulder. “No need to waste time drop your pants show me what you got and get to it.” And then it’s on. He drops his pants and he is behind me so fast… 
he’s hard and ready and huge!! Yes!! 
“Come fuck me baby. Do what my husband doesn’t” he strokes his dick twice approaches me and positions himself at my entrance and pushes himself
Home… damn that feels good. He’s huge and hard and I’m gonna cum with someone other then myself. He grabs my hips and uses them for leverage. The thought of fucking a stranger in my house is so damn hot I’m not gonna last I’m gonna cum quick and I’m gonna cum HARD!!! I can tell that he’s excited about it too. He’s fucking me so hard and fast and damn it feels good!! I’m already close but I want this to last a little bit. 
Suddenly he stops. Tells me he does not have a condom on and does not have one to put on. Well I’m on birth control… “are you clean?” 
He adamantly let’s me know that yes he is. 
“Ok you give me an amazing orgasm and I’ll let you fuck and cum in my ass”
This seems to light a fire under his ass. And he is fucking me with new kind of fierceness!!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! Fuck it’s so Good!!!! I’m there I’m gonna cum and it’s gonna be good!!! It’s so good it feels like an out of body experience!! How can I cum so quick and so hard??? Damn I don’t care cause I did but lord…. 
He pulls his rock hard dick out of my pussy he is slick from my orgasm and he dips his fingers into my pussy coats them with my wetness and rubs my ass with them. After he has me ready to take him. He positions himself at my ass and slowly inserts himself. He tells me how tight and how hot and how he’s not gonna last. I tell him to fuck me hard i don’t want it gentle. And he does just that. He fucks me so hard I know I’m gonna feel it later. His fingers are digging into my sides so hard I know I’m gonna have marks I have to hide from my husband. But damn it feels so good I don’t care!! I can feel him start to swell and it starts triggering a 2nd orgasm for me. I reach my hand down and start to stroke my clit I’m going to get this orgasm and right as I start to cum I feel him shudder then explode inside of me. Oh man I’m spent utterly spent!! He pulls himself out and I can feel him dropping out of me. I stand up and turn around to face him. He looks so damn hot and he’s sweaty and looks thoroughly satisfied. He leans down kisses my lips and tells me that was worth missing an appointment. I laugh as I’m picking up my towel and walking to the front door. I hold it open for him and he leaves. I head back upstairs I need another shower. This time it goes quickly as I just need to wash my body. I’m now running behind. But like he said that was worth it!

What Life Is [3/4...ish]

Hello hello, I come bearing the ever growing CSSS fic written for the very lovely @littlebabeswan. Absolute credit to the CS Writers’ Hub ladies, for their advice and regular poking. Tagging @cat-sophia @lenfaz @piratesails @blessed-but-distressed and @profoundlyfadedprincess who asked and are actual angels.

Rated M. This starts to matter in this chapter ok? Ok. This part 5.6k.

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She’s the one who goes to pick him up, waiting in the lobby of the company paid-for hotel and scowling at her reflection in the marbled walls. The light’s too harsh, her hair looks brassy and her dress looks cheap (is cheap to be quite honest - she’s not going broke over this thing), but she practices a fake smile and it looks alright. Good enough to fool those who didn’t know her and most of those that do into believing that she’s happy. A woman in love, even though she’s not quite sure what such an alien notion would look like on her own face.

Then he leaves the elevator all sin and smarm in a fine tailored suit, and the smile crumbles, brittle under the weight of his stare.

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