i didn't see this one get posted so


I think my ❤ is gonna burst! I’m inspired by ALL of you. #ThankYouFor sharing ur stories and hearts with me. I see, hear, and love you all 😌

I have learned a thing concerning Tumblr’s search- if you put # in front of the search term  (ex. #search term instead of the search term by itself), then you only see posts that are tagged with that term, instead of seeing every post that even so much as mentions it in the text body.

My browsing experience is about to get better (because as it turns out, if you tag a post “anti pairing” then it shows up in the regular pairing search because it included the word - but using the # trick, it now it won’t do that).

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)



ya’ll y’all wanted a selfie, ya’ll y’all got one two! 📸

I promised this like a month ago now let’s all go back to our simming and pretend this didn’t happen

I’ve been the whole damn day thinking over and over again about what happened in Manchester. I just can’t even imagine how hard it must be going to see live one of your favorite bands/artists. You were waiting your whole life for it to happen, you go there all hopeful and full of joy and excitement and then you have to experience these horrible moments. And if you are lucky enough to just experience them and make it out of there alive.

Maybe I’m too sensitive and being too overdramatic or whatever you think because “I wasn’t there”, but music has always been too important to me. It has helped me through really hard times in my life and still does every day so it hit me really hard.

And it isn’t just the horrible moments there. Once you get home, you have to deal with all that you experienced. I don’t even know if I’d ever be able to listen to those songs again without being brought back to that day.

And I’m not getting to how the artists must feel, even if it’s so clear that they aren’t the ones to blame. How the hell do you move on and go back to do what you love after these events?

I’m honestly devastated.


Today on “Badly Timed Party Banter”….

I need more sheith ppl to follow im actually so lazy to make a great post but I need more sheith in my dash cus idk what i did but I barely see it and nothing could make me more sadder so if u post a lot of sheith pls like/reblog so i can check u pls 💦💦💦💦

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran imagine where MC has them come over for a really nice Valentine's Day dinner and they're impressed with MC's kitchen skills until they help cleaning up after and notice takeout containers and realize MC didn't make the food

I kinda rushed to get this out before the days end and my success depends on your timezone
For some reason it wouldn’t let me put it under a Read More at any point so it’ll all be out there \^^/
~Mod L


♡ What…?
♡ Nooooooo…! 
♡ Her cooking was so good…
♡ He brought one over with a pout on his face
♡ Your sheepish grin told him all he needed to know
♡ “Baaaabe! You lied to meeeeee~!”
♡ He pretends to be all hurt but honestly didn’t mind
♡ “If you don’t want to cook, let me know! I can cook, or help you pick out takeout with you!” 
♡ You both end up laughing it off, enjoying the rest of your night together.


smol gasp
Takeout is bad for his skin
♡ “Babe! What is this??”
♡ Can you say drama queen
♡ After a while of pretending to be upset, he pulled you in and kissed your forehead. 
♡ “I know you wanted to make this day special… but I hope you don’t feel like you need to lie about it. Any day with you is special. I don’t care what we eat, or whatever date we go on. If I’m with you, I will be happy”.


♡ When she pickup the takeout box, she bit her lip. 
♡ She immediately understood, but wasn’t sure what to do about it.
♡ When she heard your footsteps approaching, she quickly shoved it in the trash bag, dumping something else on top of it so it wasn’t visible,
♡ After a short conversation and a quick peck on the lips, you left again
♡ She sighed, tying the bag off before taking it off
♡ She felt a tinge of disappointment that you had lied, but she knew you wanted to make tonight special for you two
♡ She felt that if she brought it up you may just feel defeated and embarrassed,  and she didn’t want to make you feel bad.
♡ She figured she’d save the conversation for another day


♡ Takeout…?
♡ He took the box to you, incredibly confused
♡ “I never eat takeout, so how did this box end up here?”
♡ You giggled, your face turning red
♡ You explained you didn’t actually cook dinner, and the takeout boxes had your actual dinner
♡ It made him more confused
♡ “Why? I have a professional cook if you didn’t want to cook yourself?”
♡ Then it hit him
I ate commoner food
He refused to admit how good it was


♡ When he found the box, he dropped to his knees
♡ “Noooooooooooooooo!”
♡ You ran in the room in a panic, finding him hunched over the takeout box
♡ “I feel so betrayed!”
♡ “Seven-”
♡ “My life is a lie!”
♡ You started laughing at his dramaticness
♡ He pretended to sob into the box
♡ “You liiiiiied!”
♡ You were overcome with giggled now. “I’m sorry!”
♡ He grabbed onto you, sobbing into your shirt. “I’m so heartbroken…”
♡ You kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry! Please forgive me?”
♡ He sniffed. “I might be able to… one day”.


♡ He rolled his eyes when he found the box
♡ He walked into the room with it in hand
♡ “You know I don’t care if you can cook, right?”
♡ When you spun around and your face started to get red, he couldn’t help but smirk
♡ “I can’t cook either. Next time, I can help you pick out the takeout place… I don’t know any, but we can try them together”.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! This is a slightly edited version of the #DCVDay twitterfic, coming in at 1.2k.  


Dean finds out the hard way that Valentine’s Day is the worst day to decide to show a guy you love him. He gets up early, makes eggs and bacon for everyone. He sets the table, puts out cloth napkins, and lays a flower next to Cas’s plate. Cas sniffs it when he first sits down, then sips his coffee.

He offers no reaction, like Dean gives him flowers on the regular. But he takes it with him once he’s done eating, which is something.

Sam offers to do the dishes since Dean cooked, so Dean leaves him to it and heads to the garage to think.  

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voidchivk  asked:

I'm fairly sure this didn't send last time, but if it did, I apologize. Have you ever heard of the Coeio mushroom burial shrouds?

Some people have commented about them on some of my posts, but I haven’t had a chance to read up on them (I’d do it now but I’m getting spotty internet connection). I really like the idea… I see no meaning in death unless you are returning to a cycle, which is just one of the reasons why embalming and bunker caskets weird me out so much.

bangtan when blazed
  • Namjoon: philosophical af (as expected), creates thirteen different conspiracy theories within a minute, doesn't react to physical contact
  • Seokjin: so much munchies, the kind of munchies where you get weird ass cravings like why tf do i want to put ranch on the doritos i put in my sandwich, laughter gets distorted, praises himself to sleep
  • Yoongi: exhausted as soon as he hits the blunt, moves super slow, honestly he's probably only smoking to help his insomnia, is also super deep but he keeps it to himself
  • Hoseok: so much laughter, taehyung blinks and he's dead, more touchy than usual, paranoid af tho, if you cough slightly he will scream, gets in his feelings but then gets distracted by something and starts laughing again
  • Jimin: super happy for no fucking reason, starts complimenting everyone with a soft voice, pets people, "I'm just so thankful I'm friends w you guys :-)", everyones annoyed, is probably on the verge of tears
  • Taehyung: blankity blankity blank, really thinking about namjoon's theories, wants to get up and get something but ends up just staring at it from afar w his mouth slightly open, becomes a genius when he does speak
  • Jungkook: completely baked w one hit, coughing mess, "I'M FINE I'M COUGHING ON PURPOSE I'M ACTUALLY GOOD AT SMOKING WEED OK", dtf, starts laughing at his own thoughts, more meme than usual, just sitting in the back eating the rest of the doritos by himself, smug af, has never smoked before but didn't say anything for the sake of looking cool

So I heard it was Voltron week

anonymous asked:

So does Carla "dreams" that Mikasa and Eren are married as it was previously stated by some or not? I didn't get from it the idea that they were together together in the dream... just that they didn't fall out of contact and stayed close even as grown ups and that they came visit her together

A post about the smartpass au two years ago stated that Eren and Mikasa were married. While the full translation doesn’t use those words, I can see why that’s the impression many got.

The smartpass au is a cozy one. The scene is that of a grown up Eren and Mikasa who arrive home together for a visit and how much comfort it brings to aging Carla. I think the sentence speaks to their relationship as a whole is this one:

“Eren with a decent job and being helpful like his father, Mikasa supporting and encouraging him.”

It tells me that Mikasa is very much an active, ongoing part of Eren’s daily life. While it’s open to debate, I can see why people would take that to mean they are married. 


And when the world treats you way too fairly, well, it’s a shame I’m a dream. (insp)

anonymous asked:

Ok, so I made a post about how "you can ship whatever you want, it is fiction and literally doesn't affect you" and didn't mention a SINGLE pairing in the text. I tagged it with some popular ships (the ones I see fighting mostly), and I got blown up by a lot of antis who were harping on me for crosstagging and can I just say? That on Tumblr there doesn't seem to be any group more angry than the anti-reylos? Coming from an adult, there are more serious things in this world to get worked up over.

Oh dear :( Sorry your post got blown up like that! Especially one that was trying to make peace. 

Yeah, I have to agree. I’ve been in quite a few fandoms, and although every fandom has antis, the ones within the Star Wars fandom that are less favourably inclined towards reylo can be quite…. umm…. we’ll go with angry, yeah. Not all of them, of course. Every fandom/community, including ships. have their bad eggs. Even the reylo ship has its share of bad eggs. But I’ve never been on a ship where it’s antis have lashed out so viciously at times. I’ve received many a hateful anon - thankful they are few and far between - that has had my blood boiling. Some of the stunts some antis have pulled have been really unsavoury, to say the least. Sigh. 

At the end of the day you are completely right, this is fiction and there are more important things to get worked up about. Getting angry at shippers just for enjoying a fictional ship accomplishes nothing. 

I have to say I’m a little shocked to see a recent information post on Evillious that would claim Michaela fell in love with Allen and thus allowed herself to be killed by him.

And yet it links to one of my translation blogs.

It also calls the fanbooks “fan written novels”, claims Riliane forgot Allen due to growing up in luxury, that he revealed they were twins immediately upon being hired, that Germaine resented Allen for his royal connections, calls Gast Riliane’s “minister” (and says he was responsible for laying waste to Elphegort), and many other incorrect things.

That’s not even going into their basic lack of understanding the songs (ex, this person seems to think that Germaine is the one who said “you insolent man” in the Daughter of Evil song).

Not very encouraging when someone writing a guide on the series hasn’t done more than surface research. It’s like some strange union of purely fanon beliefs (fan PVs in particular) and canon facts. They are aware of the novels but don’t seem to know hardly anything about their contents.

anonymous asked:

Hey so someone posted both Feel Better and Relax on Wattpad. They give you credit but they never actually state that they have your permission. They actually did that to a bunch of people like imagines--assemble, concussed-to-pieces, fan-fiction-galore, and greygirlmoxley and I don't think they got anyone's permission... All the fics are chapters in this "book". Like, it's a oneshot series. And they're getting comments and praise for the fics they didn't even write!

So, I def went to find this person, and see what the fuck is going on. I noticed they haven’t updated their thing since February 4th, but the fact of the matter is that they have taken so many fics from people on here to post there. And some they do give credit, some they don’t. But even on the ones they give credit to, they misspell URLs so it’s impossible to find the person who did write it. 
This is the link to their profile on wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheCollector14
This is the link to “their” collection of oneshots: https://www.wattpad.com/314396509-wwe-imagines-reunion-ea 
I know when I was going through it, I saw stuff from me, @hiitsmecharlie and @misswweuniverse but I know that I recognize other fics from other people, just with no URL and I’m terrible at remembering URLs. So if you’re a fic writer, def go look through this collection and see if your story is there.
I’m gonna report them for doing this. That’s about the only thing I CAN do. I encourage you all to do the same. Or, if you have a wattpad account, ask them wtf they’re doing and why they think they can fucking take our work and pass it off as theirs. 
This is honestly really fucking pissing me off. They definitely did not have my fucking permission to share my work elsewhere, much less under a name that isn’t mine. If you’re someone who does this, you’re fucking terrible and I hate you. The end.