i ended up telling them my name

i had the most baffling encounter at work today.

apparently someone left their iphone in our store. the phone was found by a woman, henceforth known as “Terrible Lady,” when Phone Owner set off the “find my iphone” alarm. the alarm is accompanied by a “please contact this # if found” message. Terrible Lady utilizes this number to text Phone Owner, demanding $100 in return for the phone. Phone Owner says they can’t afford it, there’s some back and forth, etc. etc., and eventually Phone Owner threatens to call the cops.

Terrible Lady brings the phone (which is still making the obnoxious “find my iphone” noise, and continues to do for the duration of the encounter) to my register, complaining about the audacity of Phone Owner, as if refusing to pay the $100 is an egregious personal insult. i “mhm” a lot, silently judging her, but relieved she has sensibly decided to release the phone into the store’s custody so we can return it to Phone Owner without further drama.


fifteen minutes later, after she has checked out, she comes by my register just long enough to say “make sure she pays the $100, i’ll call to see when i need to come pick it up!” and is out the door before i can even process the fact that this women genuinely thinks that the burlington fucking coat factory is going to be the middleman for her definitely unethical and most likely illegal lost iphone extortion scheme. (side note: i looked this up once i got home from work, and it turns out that, yeah, it’s totally illegal in our state)

sure enough, an hour later, Terrible Lady calls: “hi, is this cashier #5? [that’s not my name but thanks] has she brought the $100 yet??”

there are like 2 cashiers on duty and 20 people in line. i beg my manager to take the call, which: smart move. because my manager ends up on the phone with Terrible Lady for 20 minutes, telling her that we will, under no circumstances, require Phone Owner to pay $100 before we give them the phone. eventually, Terrible Lady realizes we mean business, and SHE threatens to call the cops on US because we took the phone from her “under false pretenses”

manager hangs up on Terrible Lady /end

i still get upset about robin williams. he was very little to me; meant more to my brother, spoke the best lines in my favorite movies, was a stunning actor. but i, in my head, never paid much attention to things like fame, and loved him like a distant uncle, but distant indeed. i can’t watch those movies the same way. i think about what was chasing him, what was chasing me.

some people tell me they won’t be missed. their lives are not sparks but dull, the regular, the forgettable. that their absence would be a small celebration, that when they left the burden would evaporate and somebody else, somebody better, would spill in waves to fill the empty space. that the forgettable get forgot, that the unexceptional are only spared half of a thought.

but i love the man who let me turn left at a busy intersection even though he had right of way today and i’m still thinking about him. i’m still thinking about the teenage girl i taught four years ago who was spiraling, who came to me and whispered she wasn’t planning on an eighteenth year - who was out of my hands, who was “taken care of” who i tried my hardest for and who still disappeared like smoke in the air. i still think about the girl in my dance class who, when we were both seven, taught me the magic potion of fingers and throats, who kept a secret, who reached out to me just once later to say, “remember when we were young and i was unafraid” and i said yes, we threw barbie heads at the ceiling, and she said, “i’m calling from inpatient. i never forgot that you were my friend. thank you for that. that’s it. the end.”

and at night i tell myself the names of others or i pass their features over my eyes. i think about how our dreams can’t make up faces and how each night like a litany i bring back people to fill in seats, and how some of these people are dead, and how i wake up and barely know them and still miss them. and i tell myself that with all this love i have in a bucket that if i dropped into the sky and took off with myself and painted myself into the ground - i say i’m mediocre. i couldn’t bear it if someone else went off but if i did that’s just fine. the world needs less poets. the world needs less open mouths. the world needs less of me and more people who can function properly. 

and i know you’re reading this and most likely you’ve felt the same thing. that everybody has a life that’s precious unless it’s you, and your untalented unproductive unhelpful self, with heavy hands and a little too much rust in the places that should shine. so here’s the deal. i’ll make a promise and if you keep yours, i’ll keep mine.

if you won’t die, then i won’t die. and we two can live in distant orbits around each other, admiring each other like the other is robin williams, planets that never speak, only listen, two stars with our own complicated galaxies we feel swallowed by - but if you won’t die, then i won’t die.

and if you keep yours, i’ll keep mine. and we’ll remember each other. and we’ll fill up the sky.


YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma

Naming the twins

“Yuuri…are you saying you don’t like my kids’ names??”

“NO NO NO Yuu-chan, the triplets are fine, I just…don’t know if those are the right names for us, you know?”

In which naming kids is hard, but sometimes compromise is necessary.

More detailed explanations of all the OC kids’ names HERE.


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

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Book Faramir IS the best Faramir

The change to Faramir’s character in The Two Towers was by far my biggest disappointment with the movies. I discussed it with other fans back in the day, watched and rewatched the BTS features and listened to the commentary tracks, and ended up mostly defending the filmmakers’ decision in online debates. But it was always a little (or more than a little) sad for me that they did that.

I know the arguments on both sides. I know why they felt they had to do it. No one is giving me hundreds of millions of dollars to adapt a sprawling, multi-book epic to the big screen in a way that will justify its enormous budget and satisfy everyone from lifelong lovers of the source material (*waves*) to new fans and casual “eh, sure; I’ll watch it” types.

But I’ll always regret that they couldn’t find room for the actual character from the books, the one who wasn’t going to undercut Aragorn or his struggle just by existing, but also wasn’t going to beat up Gollum or send the Ring to Denethor, because those things were wrong, and he saw himself as bound by that.

There’s a clip of David Wenham describing how he went to Jackson/Boyens/Walsh (or maybe it was just a story recounted by one of the latter trio; I can’t remember now) after he’d read the books (which he hadn’t when he was cast), and saying hey, you know, this actually seems like a significant change to my character. And them telling him yeah, we know, but we need to for all these reasons (*enumerates reasons*) and anyway he ends up in the same place, right?

Yeah, no. I mean yeah, he ends up having made the same decision. But he’s not the same person. How he gets there matters.

I want to believe a movie could have been made that didn’t sacrifice his character in the name of storytelling. It wouldn’t have been the same movie; might not have been as successful a movie. But I would have loved it.

I’ve mentioned that I’m reading the books again, out loud with my co-conspirator at night, the way we used to do. We just finished the Council of Elrond, and it was a thrill to realize that the brother Boromir referred to (though not by name) was the real Faramir, my Faramir.

I can’t wait to meet him again.

so apparently at some point when I was a kid I ended up with a bootleg deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards and I just rediscovered them in my things and they’re??? something to behold I tell you what look at some of these we’ve got the

White Dragon Wiht Blue-eye

A sealed right wrist.So powerful if it’s released. I’m inclined to believe it.

it WILL make you pain


look this guy’s a sound type that must be a new feature you call on that tjunder god son


y’all remember cards ab and r, right they’re classics 

I think my favorite so far though has been what is now the best superhero combo name I’ve ever seen



the summer is ending. i feel fall yawning in me, her golden leaves and the time where the air is the most visible. i am trying to take the sun into the colder months but how long will it be before i lose myself again. before the dawn ends. i want to drown myself in a cider cup. i want to take your kisses and use them like lightning bugs. i’ve never wanted so little and so much in my life. i feel like i’m on the edge of something terrible, terrible, and if i just look over my shoulder, it will remember my name and come eat me. i can’t tell if i’m running from something or everything is just leaving. i’m a little unhinged. my lungs are creaking. tomorrow will be closer to my ending. isn’t that true of all of us, you know. we pretend we’re infinite but we’re slowly, slowly unspooling our souls.

“Let me get one thing straight ! ...I’m not” - Batmom x Batboys

Summary : What if one of the batboy was gay and he was scared to tell Bruce and Batmom ? 

I couldn’t choose just one batboy, so I wrote a mini-story (ended up actually being longer than I anticipated…sorry for the long read ? Each story have a different title and the name of one of the Batboy is always written so if you wanna skip some of them, and just read the one you want, it’s easier :-)) for each of them…I have no idea where this idea comes from, but I just wanted to write it. So here’s for an unplanned story that just somehow showed up today in my head, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Hope you’ll like it

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Fear of what you might think - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was the kind of young man that never had trouble talking his way out of almost any situations. He wasn’t a shy guy, he was charming and cute, full of empathy and always had kind words for anyone in trouble. 

And with you ? Well, he had been calling you “mom” since he was but an eight years old child (he will always remember the day he was scared that his actual mom be mad at him for calling that…and the hug and soothing words you gave him after, reassuring him that, of course she wouldn’t, she loved him, she would only like the best for him), and talking to you always been extra-easy. 

So…This was new for him. 

Never before had he been afraid to tell you something. And yet, here he was, pacing up and down the Manor, gathering the courage to finally go to see you in the Batcave (where he knew you and Bruce were), to end up avoiding the grandmother clock that would lead him to said cave…

After almost two hours of incessant pacing, finally, Alfred stopped him, and, putting a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits in his arms, said : 

-Well Master Richard, if you’re that restless, could you please bring this to your parents ? I feel a bit under the weather today, and I fear that going down in the coldness of the cave will truly make me sick. 

At the time, Dick didn’t really thought much of it, but now that he was looking back to it, he was 98% sure that Alfred knew, and just gave him that little push that would help him finally say what was on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he was getting down to where you and Bruce were, taking one slow step at a time. Two steps back up, one step down. Alfred had told him to hurry before the tea and coffee would turn cold but…Why was this so difficult ?! 

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BTS reaction to your american friends not understanding why you would date a  Korean


He’d be more than upset. Point blank. He would have created this whole idea of your friends loving him as much as you do and even spent the weeks in advance learning english so he could hold conversations with them. Although you defended him with all of your heart to your friends it didn’t stop him from closing himself off in your room.

“Oppa, please come back out. Its not the same without you there.”

“Theres no point if they don’t like me.”

“Well they’re just going to have to get over it aren’t they.”


Anger is the only feeling he would hold. He knew the girls surrounding the two of you probably didn’t think he understood them since a lot of the conversation was being translated by you, but he understood every word. Nevertheless he would stay by your side though and squeeze your hand as you told the girls to shut up. He so was thankful you decided to leave early where he was taken back to your house to your dad, who did his best to communicate without you. 

“At least your parents like me.”

“They are the only ones who matter.”


Since language wasn’t a barrier everyone was really nice to his face. It wasn’t until he excused himself from the kitchen did your friend start her interrogation. “But why? You could have anyone here, why would you choose someone not only thousands of miles away from us but also of a completely different culture.” Despite you shutting your friend down Namjoon stayed in the kitchen where your mother comforted him. He looked at you with sad eyes but still managed to press a smile as you walked frustrated into the kitchen. “Y/f/n is leaving.” You would say pulling him into a hug. 


Hobi would be torn apart. Even though he tried his hardest to keep a composed smile while talking to your dad, he couldn’t help but let his eyes continue to  wonder over to you and your friend in the middle of a heated argument “Don’t worry about that, Hoseok. We like you more in the three hours you’ve been here than we have in the ten years of knowing that girl. You’re here to stay.” Your dad would tell him poking at Hobi’s chest while your mom nodded beside him. You walked over after your friend had stormed out and wrapped your arms around Hobi’s waist, sighing when he wrapped one around your shoulders. “I love you so much you know?” 


You wouldn’t even entertain the conversation your friends were hinting at and when one said “But a Korean? Really? What about that guy you dated before you left. He was so tall and handsome”  you would ask your friends to leave before following him back to your room where the two of you were staying. He’d be pouting with good reason and would try to avoid your eyes but secretly appreciated it when you took ahold of his chin and forced him to look at you. “Forget them. If they can’t see how happy I am right now and how head over heels I am for you then I don’t want to be their friends.”


The comments from your friends would probably go right over his head and he’d just laugh along with your friends while you crossed your arms and started to grow angry. As the girls continued to put down Tae you would eventually snap and tell them to leave, not caring if you made a scene at the welcome home party your parents had thrown for you. The rest of the party Tae acted concerned, not fully understanding why you were upset and would end up forcing you to tell him. “My friends are assholes and they can’t see how much I love you. All they see is someone who isn’t a college football player who goes by the name pork chop or something stupid.” You said throwing your hands up, feeling terrible as Tae’s face dropped and he thought about what you said. You waited as he shook his head and his sweet smile found his lips again. “You love me?” 


Kook would just smile and excuse himself, leaving you to deal with your friends. He didn’t think your friends not liking him would hit him this hard but he couldn’t help but let his head fall into his hands. If your friends didn’t like him maybe that meant you didn’t really have feelings for him. He couldn’t help his tears as the thought of you leaving him took over his every thought. When you walked in to see him so vulnerable all you did was kneel in front of him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Please don’t leave me.” He’d whisper sniffling. You couldn’t help but feel hurt. “Kookie.. Its them that need to leave. Im right here.” You said moving your hands to his cheeks to wipe a tear and place a sweet, loving kiss on his lips. 

No but imagine... Scorbus as Internet friends

•So like Albus just casually runs a really popular social media acc and Scorpius is like a Smol bby who just starts talking to Albus because he wanted too
• but like they actually are best friends irl
• but they use fake names so they have no idea it’s them to each other
• and they become like really good friends on the internet talking like daily
• and somehow even though they talk about their life a lot they never mention names so neither of them catch on
• so Albus has already developed a huge and I mean huge crush on Scorpius (irl) so he goes to his Internet friend who is also Scorpius for advice
• and Scorpius has fallen in love with Albus on the internet and is like heartbroken when Albus asks for advice but since he’s a good friend he helps him
• and much to his surprise, Albus ends up doing the exact thing Scorpius advised him to do to Scorpius and he’s just confused bc didn’t I just tell my friend to do this the other day?
• and Albus is just happy that he pulled it off but then sees confusion on Scorpius’ face and gets disappointed
• so he goes and asks Scorpius for help again and there they go back and forth for like a few months
• until Scorpius finally musters the courage to ask for something like a face reveal and HAHAHHA THE SHOCK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE SEES THAT IT WAS ALBUS
• so Scorpius sends a face reveal to Albus too and Albus is just really embarrassed but then all the confusion makes sense
• but since they are right next to each other they just turn and start laughing
• and the next thing you know Albus’ lips are on Scorpius and they are kissing

Boyfriend Series; Junhui

- prepare yourself for the GREASE
- for your first date, junhui takes you to the beach and you’re both just walking along the shore, talking about anything that comes to mind
- halfway through the date, you playfully push junhui into the water and he retaliates by pulling you in
- you both chase each other around while splashing water everywhere, laughing and having fun together
- at some point, he takes off his shirt and you’re like OMFG JUN PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON and you cover your red face with your hands
- while your face is still buried in your hands, he grabs your waist and makes you both fall into the water and when you resurface, the two of you are laughing your heads off
- you and junhui walk back to shore when you get tired, and the rest of the day is spent sitting on the sand talking while waiting to get dry
- when sunset comes and you suggest it’s time to leave, junhui says “wait” and proceeds to write something on the sand with his finger
- when he finishes, you look down to see that they’re chinese characters and when you ask him what they mean, he says “i love you”
- and right after he says that, you both share your first kiss
- let the grease begin
- when you’re yelling at him, he brings his hand up to your face and squishes your cheeks together so that you make a fishy face anD THEN HE KISSES YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME
- but it works and you’re not mad at him anymore and you hate yourself for it
- he says cheesy pick-up lines out loud in public just to embarrass you
- “jun i’m already yours THERE’S NO NEED FOR THOSE PLEASE STOP”
- when you wear tight clothing, he looks you up and down and wiggles his eyebrows and you’re like just leave
- the type to blow kisses at you and frowns the rest of the day when you flick/dodge them
- ALWAYS tries to show off in front of you
- once effed up his shoulder dancing to mansae because he over-exaggerated his dancing during the chorus
- after that, the boys banned you from coming to their dance practices
- teaches you a bit of martial arts for your safety, but during training he pins you to the floor and kisses you
- when he’s sick, he makes it seem worse than it really is just so you’d take care of him
- asks for kisses all the time
- “jun get up we’re going to be late” “i’ll get up for a kiss ;)” “ok i’m going first then” “NO COME BACK”
- the type to purposely send you shirtless pictures of himself and then write something like “oops!! sorry that was an accident” right after
- he ALWAYS walks out of the shower with his hair soaking wet, and his towel wrapped around his waist and you’re like PUT!! SOME!! CLOTHES!! ON!!
- insists that you watch the movies and dramas he was in before he debuted
- he LOVES it when you wear his clothes, he’s always lending you his shirts, hoodies and varsities because he loves seeing you in them
- in fact, you guys have matching hoodies and he insists that you both wear them all the time
- steals your phone to take selfies so that your photo gallery is filled with pictures of him
- but you just can’t bring yourself to erase them because you love him so much even if the pictures take up so much space
- always tells minghao about you and when you go to the dorm, you and minghao just tell each other stories of all the stupid things junhui has done in the past week
- you once told minghao you loved his new hair color and guess what junhui dyed his hair the same color LOL
- “minghao you have to stop, (name) might fall for you and we might end up having to fight to the death” “because i dyed my hair????”
- always within a five-meter radius because he “gets lonely”
- he’s always making puns and then laughs really hard at them and you’re like jun WHY
- junhui’s so positive all the time and it’s honestly so refreshing
- always drinks from the same straw as you because he believes in indirect kisses lmao
- really long and slow kisses on the lips, probably pins you against walls too
- he always surprises you with kisses and sometimes you put a hand over your mouth to stop him from kissing you but nope that doesn’t stop him HE JUST KISSES THE HAND OVER YOUR LIPS ANYWAY
- when you say “i hate you” even as a joke he takes it pretty seriously and asks nonstop if you really do hate him and buys you flowers and says he loves you nonstop
- he loves cuddling while facing you because he loves looking into your eyes and memorizing each one of your features
- junhui always tries to play it off like he’s all right even when he isn’t because he wants you to think he’s really strong and he doesn’t want you to worry
- but you know when he’s sad and you never push him to say it, and eventually he starts opening up to you and just having someone he can rely on…… he loves the feeling
- he may be greasy and all, but he does know when to stop and be serious when you’re not in a good mood
- when you’re sad, he gives you kisses on the forehead and tells you that you’ll be all right
- he also takes you out for a shopping spree and treats you for food and just does everything he can to make you smile again because your happiness is the most important to him
- you may always make a comeback to his greasy lines, you may always dodge his hearts and kisses, and you may roll your eyes a lot when you’re around him
- but you really do love junhui
- “i love you i love you i love you”
- “junhui stop”
- “i love you i love you i love you—”
- to get him to stop, you surprise him with a kiss, but after pulling away…
- “wait i wasn’t ready, give me another one!!!”

Jughead Jones | Right were she belongs.

Count of words: 1686

Warnings: super long, maybe kind of sad, also fluff, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: Ok this is wayyyyyyyy longer than intended and is defenitely the longest imagine I’ve writen in a long time.. I HAVEN’T HAD THIS KIND OF INSPIRATION TO WRITE SO MUCH IN SO LONG OMG !!! I’M SHOOK!! I swear I feel so proud of myself for this. I hope you like it love ♥ 




@tayrae515​ asked:
Could you do one where your Archie’s year younger sister and you happen to see Jason’s death and the killer is chasing you trying to catch you and somehow you fall into sweet water river and Jughead hears you and helps. Very intense and fluff. All four of them there with Jughead like when they saved Cheryl but Jughead is being very sweet and comforting you. Betty is dating Archie. Kinda detailed, thank you :) p.s. Bughead till the day I die but I thought this would be cool. 💕💕

Even when dark times like this take over a small town like Riverdale, it seems like some lights never stop to shine and show us the way to make these miserable lives of ours better. After the death of Jason Blossom a wave of bad events started happening. The whole town was slowly driven into chaos but no one seemed to acknowledge that. But even in this up coming chaos there was always some hope. For me, it was her.

It is this girl at the back of the classroom, a notebook and pen in hand as well as a passion hidden behind her (eye color) colored orbs. Her beautiful (hair color) hair falling over her face as she was writing/drawing making her look ten times more beautiful. It is something about this girl that appealed to me but I still couldn’t explain it. It was this fire in her eyes, this passion about the things she loved, this obliviosity to all the darkness sourounding her restricted bubble of light. But she was Archie’s sister. 

Specificly after the death of the Blossom’s golden son, she seemed off. She was distant, scared even. She wasn’t drawing like before and she wasn’t doing anything with the same passion as before. On the contrary, she was wary of everyone’s steps and movements. Even the slightest sudden move would make her flinch in fear but no one noticed, no one thought much of the poor scared girl.

When school started again she loosened up a little bit. She would always hung out with us and she would either be under her brother’s arm, hugging him as close as possible, or in my arms clutching onto me almost as if she let go something would take her away. Whenever we were not around she would still grip on someone’s arm, even if that was Betty, Veronica, sometimes even Reggie would be embrassing her firmly. It was still a mystery for me where that dread came from.

It was already winter, snow falling heavily from the sky and covering every inch of Riverdale. Worst thing was that the school’s prom was coming and all of my friends were ushering me to go and ask her to be my date while I’m at it. It took me some time to proccess but eventually I resolved in doing that. Maybe eventually I would learn what set her in such a paniced mode. 

And finally, the night of the prom. She had agreed to go with me the other night and I was beyond excited, only that for some reason I knew the night would not end well. But for now I was walking to her house to pick her up. After knocking the door, mr Andrews, opened the door and warmly welcomed me inside the household, after calling his only daughter’s name. As soon as I sat down on their couch she peaked through the staircase and slowly made her way towards the small and cozy living room. When I saw her my breath hitched in my throat and I was unable to form the words to tell her how gorgeous she looked. Instead my eyes did the job for me cause I just couldn’t take them off her. “If I knew you were to stare at me like that I could have sent you a picture,” she joked and walked towards me. “You look… Breathtaking,” I managed to utter, then took her hand and made it to the school.

A while ago I mentioned that I got a feeling the night wouldn’t end well and I was right. After about half an hour into the dance I had lost Y/N in the crowd and I couldn’t find her. I was walking from hallway to hallway until I reached the last one. I heard voices coming from there and I hid behind the corner. “You did what?” A voice I recognized as Y/N’s said. “Before you get mad let me explain,” pleaded Veronica. “Explain what? That you’re working with my mum behind my back?” Betty fired at her. “I’m sorry B but you know FP had some kind of arrangement with my dad. I had to make sure it wasn’t about Jason Blossom,” Veronica tried to reason. “And what’s your excuse?” Y/N butted in, seemingly talking to someone else that was with Veronica. “I was looking out for Jughead in case FP was doing shady stuff. To protect him.” Archie said. To protect me? By trying to find things to prove my dad was guilty. Oh I’ll t- “Blame me girls. I asked Archie to help me.” “For God’s sake Veronica!” Y/N muttered and Betty stepped in. “Help you do what? What would you two do?” That’s when I had enough and I walked round the corner as if I didn’t here anything.

After that there was a little argument between the five of us. I said things to Y/N I shouldn’t and I hurt her but what was coming was even worse. “Betty thank God,” mrs Cooper said walking round the corner with Kevin, mr Andrews,Archie’s and V’s mums. And then the thing I didn’t want to hear was thrown at me. “He was arrested. For the murder of Jason Blossom.” Fred said. All I could do in that moment was run outside and hurry at my dad’s house and so I did. Y/N was hurrying behind me grabbing my arm as I shook it off. But she didn’t stop until we were both in my dad’s house. She saw me smash things, throw them at the wall. She saw me break down. “You’re father didn’t do this,” she tried reassuring me but I just got angrier. “Then why was he arrested, with the murder weapon?!” I yelled at her. She looked scared but she kept a strong facede up as she always did. “Cause… I just know it. He didn’t do it.”

It had been days since my dad’s arrest. Y/N had gotten even more distand then and I don’t know why. But I was feeling empty with out her here to help us. The killer was yet to be found but I started losing hope. I began to believe that my dad was indeed Jason’s killer. Nevertheless, that night I was to talk to her about everything. I wanted to apologise thinking that her sudden distance was because of my behavior towards her the other night.

While making my way to Pop’s with Archie, Betty and Veronica, we all heard a familiar scream coming from deep into the woods, probably running towards the Sweetwater river. “Y/N,” Archie came to the realisation that the voice was his sister’s and we all runned towards the scream, rushing to get to the scared or hurt girl. 

“Please don’t,” she pleaded as whoever it was that was chasing her made her walk closer the end of the big stones and the a loud flop was heard as she fell into the freezing water and the man disappeared into thin air. She was screaming for help, while the cold water was making it hard for her to breath and that’s when we finally made it to the water. With out a second thought I jumped into the water even if Betty pleaded me and Archie not to. Archie stayed back, while I dived in to save the drowning girl, and tried to comfort his crying mess of a girlfriend. It’s no secret Betty loved Y/N. She was family to her. Like the little sister she never had, but she was scared of whatever would happen to me, another one of her best friends, or Archie, her loving boyfriend. 

After finally saving the poor girl Archie took her into his arms to carry her home. We managed to get all the wated out of her lungs and replace it with air but she was still not awake. She had blacked out when I found her. The only clothing covering her body was a pair of thin pjs and a pair of fuzzy socks. Didn’t do much cold to keep her from backing out within seconds into the icy water. Her wet hair were leaving a trail of water behind us when making our way out of the forest. Betty was clinging onto Archie’s arm, almost as if she was care of what was to come, and Veronica was stroking Y/N’s hair as if it would help her warm up, as if it would ease the pain from the gelidity.

It had been a couple of hours already and mrs Lodge agreed to have us in front of her fire place utill Y/N was awake and utill I was wormed up. Archie brought clothes for both of us and made me get his sister in those. Ever since I have been sitting right in front of the flame of the fire place with her in my arms. She looked so peaceful and for a moment it was as if nothing happened but the silent sniffle of Betty behind us reminded me of how I almost lost her. “It’s ok. Shh.” Archie whispered to Betty. “It’s alright. She is alright. It’s over now.” He muttered to her and I smiled a bit at how comforting and sweet he can be sometimes. I moved my eyes down, back to the girl resting in my arms comfortably, embracing the unintended closeness and affectivenessI was getting from her. She slowly started to tremble, but not from the cold, and the she shot up with a scream of pain or fear. Tears steamed down her cheecks as everyone rushed to her aid. Her sobs got stronger every second and I just pulled her into my chest. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and I started stroking her hair and back. “It’s ok. It’s gonna be alright. I’m here. We all are here. You are alright now.” I said soothingly trying to tame her crying. “Shhhh,” I kept on repeating. Everyone was uttering reassuring things to her while silence was starting to form from her. She stopped crying but she didn’t move. She stayed right were she was. Right where she belonged.

Automated Responses

So, I’m a bit of a nerd. I admit it. When I first got into this sugaring thing several years ago, I was lost. I stumbled around, was taken advantage of several times, I had lots of dates blow up in my face (pun intended). And I really got nothing out of it. So, this second time around, I wanted to make sure I didn’t waste my time.

My solution? READ
I purchased lots of books (on my Kindle) on sugar babying (if that’s a verb). Taylor B. Jones’s book. The Liedra Lawson book (even though it’s now laughably dated). The Ho Tactics book (personal favorite). Among others. I read this shit out of these last summer and go back to them frequently.

And one of my favorite tips from all of them, specifically Taylor’s book, is automated responses.

Before, I used to spend so much damn time answering messages and talking all about myself when most men would NEVER put that much effort into responding to me. It was exhausting! It made searching for a sugar daddy even more of a job than it already felt like. I was not having it. So, I came up with a system.

1) On my profile, I specifically state that men must a) tell me their name, b) must share their private photos with me before requesting mine, c) must state why they think we’d be a good match based on my profile. If they do not do all three, I simply send back a message stating “Hi __blank___. Please see my profile for tips on messaging me and requesting my private photos. Thank you and have a happy __whateverdayitis___.” That is #AutomatedResponse1.

2) When they do follow instructions –Keep in mind, those that don’t, will NOT get a response from me. If they won’t take the time to do three simple things, I know they won’t take the time to be good SDs. Very easy way to weed out fakes! –anyway, I respond with a more lengthy automated message. A) I tell them thank you for their message. B) I write something person from their profile that caught my attention. C) Then I ask 5 questions that I expect them to answer. My questions are i) what are they looking for in a relationship/how many arrangements have they had? ii) what’s they’re relationship status. iii) why did they want a sugar baby in the first place iv) what are their likes -sports, movies, food, etc.. And v) what is their budget for an arrangement. After all, if their budget is too low, then I don’t want to waste anyone’s time here.

Also note, those men who don’t want to answer question 5 about budgets, have always consistently ended up screwing me over. So now, if they don’t answer or say “Let’s talk about it in person”, I write them off. Fuck anyone who won’t take the time to answer my questions, number one. And number two, if they don’t have a budget in mind or don’t want to tell you what it is, they don’t have one. They just want to fuck you for free. Which I’m not about.

I’ve learned a lot with these automated questions. A guy might seem really nice and then as soon as I send this message, he’ll call me all sorts of names simply for trying to get some basic info from him. Or likewise, a guy will seem on the cheap side but when he answers, will pleasantly surprise me with his ideal arrangement budget. It’s a quick way to get info. I keep these questions in a Google Doc and simply copy and paste them into messages and change only subtle things, depending on what I read in my POTs profile.

I’ve found this really helps streamline the process of messaging guys back and getting as much info with the minimal amount of effort. Please feel free to take my questions! Remember, if he won’t answer the questions, he’s not worth your time!

what to expect when you and tom are expecting

Part 5 of the White Dress series

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

  • you are so happy when the test is positive and tom is away filming his new film so you hop on a plane as soon as possible and surprise him at his set 
  • he’s so haPPY to see you, he picks you up and spins you and kisses you
  • you don’t tell him right away, you wait until you go to dinner that night
  • “could i interest either of you in one of our specialty drinks?” the waiter asks you and tom shakes his head “we’ll just have a glass each of chardonnay please.” he always orders your drink for you. “a-actually i’ll just have an iced tea with lemon, thanks.”
  • “is everything okay love? you usually have a drink with dinner…”
  • “well, i just found out some very important news that-”
  • “yOU’RE KIDDING?! darling don’t be joking with me right now!”
  • “having a child is hardly something to joke about thomas.”
  • he gets sO excited and kisses you so much and he can’t stop smiling bc he’s going to be a dad!!!
  • “we should do one of those cute reveals for our families, you know what i’m talking about?”
  • you guys visit tom’s family in london a week later and you bring his parents gifts. they’re so excited to see you and are really surprised when you have gifts for them. you tell them to open them at the same time.
  • they’re matching tea cups that say “world’s greatest nana” and “world’s greatest grandpa” on them
  • it takes a minute for it to sink in but when they get it tHEY SCREAM THEY’re almost as haPpy as tom!
  • let’s not forget when you tell hARRISON. you invite him over to your house and the lights are dimmed and tom’s sitting in a huge leather chair on the opposite side of the wooden desk.
  • harrison is so confused bc tom has tessa on his lap and he’s caressing her and you’re sat on the couch in the corner of the room that he didn’t know you had.
  • “please have a seat.” tom says in a fake raspy voice, he has two cotton balls in his mouth.
  • “what is going on here? i feel like i’m about to be executed or something.”
  • “listen, harrison,” tom puts tessa on the ground and walks over to lean on the desk in front of harrison, “i’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse” harrison knows where this line is from, everyone has seen the godfather, but he has no idea why tom is doing this. “we want you, to be the godfather to our child, who should be around in about 8 months.”
  • you can’t help but smile when harrison jumps from his chair yelling “WHAT?! yOU GUYS ARE- oh my god no way!!! yes oF course i’ll be godfather are you crazy bro!” he pulls tom in for a huge hug and you can’t stop smiling bc you live for this bromance
  • you wait three months and decide to get a 3-d ultrasound to determine the baby’s sex early bc you and tom are dying to know and tom’s been keeping this secret from the media for long enough you told him that once you found out the sex of the baby he could tell the world 
  • he may or may not have researched a bunch to see how you could determine it early.
  • he holds your hand the whole time and you are so nervous, yet really excited.
  • its a bOY and tom is super happy and so are you and he just kisses you really softly and takes a picture of the screen he’s so excited for everyone to see him, the beautiful boy you created.
  • “what if we named him peter tony holland. before you get angry, hear me out, nobody will know we’re naming him after peter parker and tony stark. and besides peter is an adorable name, like peter rabbit, peter pan, peter parker, all lovable characters.”
  • “tom we’re not naming him after spider man and iron man.”
  • you post on your social media before tom is able to bc he’s driving you home.
  • you post a baby picture of tom and caption it “hope he ends up looking just like you ❤️”” and eVeryone gOES NUTS  
  • tom posts the picture from the ultrasound and captions it “like this post if you agree that his name should be peter tony holland”
  • you comment back “i would quicker name him rumpelstiltskin harrison holland before peter tony holland thanks”
  • robert comments “you promised to name your first born child after me remember thomas?”
  • “you promised him what?!” you yell at tom in disbelief
  • “i thought he’d forget about it, but i mean it was for good reason!”
  • “and what would that be?”
  • “i didn’t want him to tell anyone that he uh, he caught um,” then he mumbled incoherently
  • “he what tom?“ 
  • “he caught me taking a dick pic okay?!” he blurted out, “i freaked out and i may have said ‘please robert don’t say anything i’ll do anything! i’ll name my first born after you!’ and it was so in the moment i didn’t think about what would happen when we actually had kids." 
  • you end up talking to robert and you agree that your kid’s middle name should be robert, because when he comes over it’ll be hard to differentiate the two of them. (robert didn’t understand your reasons but went with it anyway bc he doesn’t like to admit it but he would do anything for you and tom) 
  • omg yOu catch him looking at kids rooms online
  • anD if you think your son ain’t gonna have a spider man room you’re wrong 
  • he take things from the set and puts it in his room 
  • you guys take a lamaze class bc tom wants to be rlly prepared 
  • you and tom search extensively for a good name for your boy, tom is stuck on peter, but you won’t have it 
  • "what about matthew?” tom asks one day 
  • “matthew robert holland…” you trail off and smile at him 
  • “i love it” you both say at the same time 
  • tom is always by your side no matter what and never lets you lift a finger, he’s so quick to help you off the couch or out of your clothes
  • he goes grocery shopping for you bc your shoes are too tight from your feet being so swollen. 
  • every time he hears you say “ooh” he rushes to your side to see if you’re okay, it’s usually just a kick but he wants to make sure. 
  • your little boy is late, it’s been two weeks since your due date but you still won’t pop, and you refuse to medically induce labor, so you try a bunch of home remedies but none of them work. 
  • “i read once that sex induces labor…” tom says one day, looking at you out of the corner of his eye while you sit on the couch. 
  • “help me up.” you say and he smiles and let’s just say the next morning your water broke 
  • tOM was freaking out and rushing to get everything into the car even though you already had a bag packed for the hospital. you were panting, contractions happening closer and closer together, tom called everyone from his car, his parents, your mom, harrison, robert, jacob, zendaya, chris, anthony, sebastian, everyone.
  • when you got to the hospital you got into your private room and people started piling in to congratulate you and you tried to smile through the pain of the contractions.
  • you are in active labor for hOURs and you keep asking the doctor how much longer, she reassures you that you should be starting your transition phase shortly 
  • your contractions are getting closer and closer and growing more intense, you yell at tom bc he got you into this mess and he’s just saying how good you’re doing and how wonderful you are.
  • “darling, you’re doing great, i love you so much.”
  • “okay it’s time to start pushing! can we just get dad in here, you all can wait in the lobby.” the doctor says as tom smiles widely at you, he pats you with the towel bc you’re sweating like crazy!
  • “ready, darling?” tom smiles and holds your hand, trying to keep you calm, he kisses your forehead softly and you give him a weak smile. 
  • two hours of pushing later, you hear your baby boy cry and you can’t help but cry, tom kisses you softly and he’s crying too.
  • “you did so great, love.”
  • “dad, do you want to come and cut the umbilical cord?” and tOm iS sO excited. he’s pretty much sobbing bc his little boy is laying on the counter and tom touches his hand and his baby grabs his finger as tight as he can, and now tom’s even mOre of a meSs.
  • after they clean him up they put him in your arms and tom looks at you both with the most love in the world and he’s just thinking about how he’d do anything to protect the two of you. 
  • “so how about another? a girl this time?” he just laughs little did you know a year and a half later all of this would happen again with a baby girl.
  • harrison is the first person other than you two to see him, they’re looking at the baby through the glass. “wow, man, you did that, you made that.”
  • “i know, it’s incredible”
Feeling Energy

Originally posted by brotherblooddog

Dogs can pick up specific smells, no two fingerprints are the same, and you’ll never meet someone that looks 100% like you. Just like these examples, we all have our own energy. It’s amazing and unique. It’s fueled by basic childhood upbringing and personal interests and your surrounding environment and the way you act in your head. Everything about you ends up creating this energy. And by following this energy and picking up on peoples energy signature, I can follow them in the astral. I meet my astral door and/or focus on the energy of a specific entity. I’ll tell the door to take me there (follow the energy). It helps to add anything about this person and what they mean to you. Their name, their role, their likes. It’s all attributing to making this energy you follow very specific so you end up in the right spot.

I think, personally, how I personally began sensing this energy was realizing everyone had a different scent. I could smell it on their clothes and in their hair, and when I went to their home, that’s all what the house smelled of. But there was even a small difference between the house and the human. (My nose is super sensitive) When I don’t know a scent, I pick up energy by the way they make me feel. I can do this with a name, a picture (picture helps a lot), or a general essence of who they are. This is why I can connect with a servitor through a sigil or a song, and I can meet a spirit companion by seeing something they’re bound to, be it a physical object or the relationship that links itself like strings to the human companion. 

Some people feel energy through temperature. Warmth and chill on their skin and how it dances, skin becoming tingly or smooth. Some see it as colors, how the colors and shapes move and dance, overlap, and stay bold and shift all depend on the individual. Some smell the different smells and highs and undertones. Some receive this emotionally, be it the other persons own emotions or emotions they have made the person feel. Any one of these, and more, are ways people can connect to a certain person or entities energy. 

Many people don’t realize they are feeling energy for a while. Why do you love to put on your partner’s hoodies or shirts? 

Originally posted by looopism

It’s because it smells like them. Your body tingles as you realize you and have been in the same place as them. It feels like you are sharing skin. Pretty soon you feel light and you feel like he’s there with you, if only for a moment. You’re enjoying his energy. You’re relishing in it. Everything has energy. Colors. Sounds. Smells. And everything has its own unique energy. When doing energy work, that essence of an item or being is what we are focusing on, harnessing, and listening to. 

anonymous asked:

Hi honey~ ! May I request headcanons for adult!Kacchan with his wife and child? How would he act around them? Would he be incredibly fluff or harsh? (I always imagined him as the husband and father who is actually really really sweet and caring, but with everyone else he still remains the angry "king of Explodo-kills" lol)


  • He’d probably prose to his (now) wife in either of two ways: very cheesy with Kirishima’s and Kaminari’s help or just busts out the ring and plainly asks her
  • He’d want to wait at least five years to have a kid (just in case) but three years rolls around and WHOOPS your wife is pregnant
  • freaks out internally for 9 months until she goes into labor, cries when he hears the baby cry
  • His first is kid a girl and he is weak, he names her after his mother
  • whenever the little baby grabs his finger or giggles his heart is melting
  • “there’s no way I half created something this cute”
  • Little Mitsuki looks like his wife but acts like him
  • Would brag a lot, “My baby girl is going to whoop your kid’s ass Deku”
  • “Kacchan…they’re two,”
  • “Whoop. Their. Ass,”
  • Will end up having another baby, a bouncing baby boy named Shouri* 
  • Shouri looks like a carbon copy of Katsuki, but acts pretty timid and is a totally mama’s boy

  • Whenever the kids would fight, his wife is the first to play good cop and find a balance. While Katsuki would separate the two, talk to them individually and tell them to either ‘suck it up’ or ‘don’t be a dumbass’ with some lectures
  • Katsuki is a pro-hero so his job is rather taxing when it comes to family time. So he set aside his schedule for Fridays and Saturdays off. His wife would worry if that’s okay but he’d say nothing is more important to me than this family. *cue one of the kids breaking a vase*
  • The kids have a lot energy, so whenever Katsuki offers piggyback rides or uppies. They never refuse
  • He probably spoils them rotten and has to get advice from his own parents on how to raise these little monsters 
  • All in all I think when the kids need discipline he’ll be rather harsh but in a well mannered tone. And when his kids are doing their best he’s putty in their hands
  • His wife basically has to play bad cop when Katsuki is giving them too much liberty or ice cream 

*Shōri Name Explaintion:

Katsuki = 勝己 = “Wins or to wins”
Shouri = 勝利 = “Victory”

Night Sky Chateau (Jeff Atkins Smut)

While Ariana Grande sang through the speakers, people were dancing, drinking, and overall just having fun. Although prom was supposed to be one of the most special nights of your high school experience, right now it seemed like a regular school dance—except we’re in a hotel and not the gym. Between the saved money from bake sales, the Dollar Valentine’s, car washes, and other shit, we were able to make enough cash to have prom at this hotel called Night Sky Chateau. Pretty long name if you asked me, but it definitely suited it. Lights flashed all around the enormous dance hall, while I sat at one of the pushed aside tables. The song changes, everyone grinding one another. That’d be me and my date, if he hadn’t got a stomach virus and was bedridden in the hospital. Ate some expired sushi, and that was the end of it. I sigh, honestly just waiting for this night to end. I would go upstairs to my room, but a certain someone kept me down here. Jeff Atkins. He is honestly so sweet, unlike a lot of other people here. My eyes scanned around the room, before seeing him with my friend, Miranda. Also his girlfriend. Jeff did some of the cutest things for Miranda, and 9 out of 10 times she never deserved it. When they first got together, I knew how their relationship was gonna be. Miranda would use him as a sugar daddy, and give him sex and fake her love for him. Did it work? Hell fucking yeah. Did I wish it did? Fuck no. Jeff deserves better—he deserves me. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Hannah sits next to me, pulling me into her side for a hug. I hugged her tightly, another pair of arms holding me on my other side. I take a glance, seeing Clay. I sigh, even my two best friends are finally dating, while I still sit alone. After Hannah tried to commit suicide, a miracle happened and she survived. Of course, Tony still had the tapes, and Hannah didn’t know what to do with them. So we did the only thing that made sense: show her parents and then the police. Bryce was put in jail, Courtney finally admitted to being lesbian, and everyone else on the tapes had been exposed for what they did. Clay officially asked Hannah to be his girlfriend, and here we are today. “What’s going on over here?” I hear Tony ask, Hannah, Clay, and I all letting go of each other. “Hey Tony.” I smile, a hint of sadness in my voice. Tony sits across from us, drinking from a can of Coca Cola. “Thinking about Jeff again, aren’t you?” Tony questions, Hannah and Clay looking at me. “No.” I lie, but the three of them see right through it. “Yes.” I sigh, after Hannah gives me a look. “I don’t know why you just don’t speak to him, and tell him your feelings.” Clay says. I glare at him, Hannah gives him a “I know you’re not talking” look, while Tony just shakes his head and sighs. “What?” Clay asks confused. “I know you’re not talking, considering how you ended up with Hannah. Hell, you even had a damn coach to talk to her so hush.” I explain, Hannah and Tony laughing, while Clay turns redder than Tony’s mustang. “(Y/N)!” I hear my name being called, the voice coming from Miranda. “Be right back, guys.” I say to the trio, walking off to see what Miranda wants. “Hey, what’s up.” I greet her, a cup of punch in her hand. “How you liking prom? Happy I brought you?” Miranda smiles, taking a sip from her cup. If you mean, dragging me out of my house, and kidnapping me to go to a dance with no date, just to leave me by myself hidden in a corner, then yes. I love that you brought me here. I think in my head, but say a simple yeah. “Well, where’s Jeff? You two were pretty comfortable on the dance floor.” I say, not knowing what to say or do. “(Y/N), please. I honestly don’t know or care, matter of fact. He’s yet to put a ring on my finger, claiming we should wait till after school ends.” Miranda rolls her eyes, me internally choking her. “Like how much time does one person need to feel ready for marriage? It’s not like I’m gonna stay afterwards. Hell, I might sign the prenup as he’s getting down on one knee.” She shrugs her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. “Seriously, Miranda? You do realize he actually loves you right?” I say, not being able to hide my disgust, but like everything else I say or do, Miranda doesn’t notice. “That just gives me more leverage. If he would propose already, that scholarship would be mine too. It’d be my way out of this boring shit hole, now that Bryce is gone.” Miranda whines. “What the hell are you talking about Bryce for?” I say utterly confused, my eyebrows knit together. “(Y/N), you honestly think I was fucking Jeff for a relationship?” Miranda snorts. “Bryce is my actual boyfriend, Jeff is just a side piece.” Before I could even reply to that, I hear someone scoff. I look behind me, met with Jeff. “Are you fucking kidding me, Miranda?” Jeff’s voice is thick with anger, while Miranda stands there in shock. “Baby, that was all a prank, you know I lov—” Miranda tries to grab him, but Jeff yanks his arm back with a shake of his head. “Stay away from me.” With that, Jeff walks out of the dancehall. I go to follow him, but Miranda pulls me back. “Where are you going?” She questions, tears in her eyes. “Fuck you Miranda. Jeff should’ve never even gave you the time of day, and neither should I.” I yank my arm away from her, running after Jeff. I see Jeff get in an elevator, before running towards him. I get in the elevator just in time, Jeff sighing. “(Y/N), what do you want?” His voice is weary, his eyes closed as he leans against the wall of the elevator. Something comes over me, causing me to kiss Jeff. After awhile of him not kissing back, I pull away and start to apologize. He just stares at me as I continue to ramble, before grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. I kiss back, the kiss turning into a make out session. Jeff picks me up, pushing me against the wall he used to lean against. His lips move down to my neck, nipping and sucking all over it. “You mind being a rebound for tonight?” Jeff asks, against my neck. A small amount of pain pokes my heart, but his lips make it all disappear. “No.” My answer comes out breathy, my fingers tangling in his hair. The doors to the elevator open, Jeff taking us to his room. He holds me up with one arm, his other hand unlocking the door for us. He walks us in, closing the door with his foot before slamming me against it. I moan low, Jeff kissing my neck and grabbing at my ass. I hear the sound of a lock, Jeff bringing us to the bed. He drops me on the bed, before we both strip. Jeff drops to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs. “We’re gonna play a little game, alright?” Jeff looks up at me, his hands placed on my knees. “I’m gonna write a letter, and you have to guess it. Get it right, we go on to the next one. Get it wrong, you get punished and try again. Understood?” “But, Jeff—” I get cut off quickly. “It’s daddy, baby girl, daddy.” He smirks, before licking a long stripe up my heat. I moan loudly, covering my mouth instantly. “Baby girl, don’t.” Jeff pulls my hand away from my mouth. “I wanna hear you.” I nod, Jeff going back to his letters. He does two half circles, after doing the line again. “B-b.” I stutter, my stomach clenching at the feel of Jeff’s tongue against me. “Correct.” He does the next one, but I can’t think of it so I guess. “R?” I ask, hoping I’m right. A hard slap against my thigh, makes me jump from the bed with a slight shriek. “Try again, baby.” Jeff does the same thing, but I still don’t know. “M?” This time I feel his fingers pinch my clit, my body shivering as I cum at the touch of pain and pleasure. “Wrong again, baby girl, and you came without permission.” Jeff shakes his head and sighs, I bite my lip. “One last time, or else it’s over.” He does it again, my mind finally getting it. “N?” Jeff nodding, gently rubbing my thigh. “Good girl.” He kisses my inner thigh. By the time we’re done with the alphabet, I’ve came 6 times altogether. I close my eyes, my pussy sensitive at this point. “Baby girl, you think I’m done?” Jeff asks, a smirk clear in his voice. I look up at him, his body hovering over mine. I slightly nod, my body still going through the motions. “I’m sorry to say baby girl, but we’re just getting started.” The biggest smirk is planted onto his face, before he lays down next to me. “Show daddy what you can do.” I find the energy to get up, and line myself with him. I slowly slide down his cock, the stretch bringing tears to my eyes. Big is an understatement, as Jeff completely fills me. “Holy shit.” He grunts, while I try my best not to cum right here on the spot. I lay my hands on his chest, lightly scratching him as I get used to his size. Once I’ve got used to him in me, I start to bounce up and down, Jeff’s hands grabbing a hold of my hips tightly. I can feel the bruises growing under his fingertips, but the enormous amount of pleasure I’m in surpasses the thought of it. Jeff starts to buck his hips up, putting me in shock for a second, as I squirt all over him and the comforter. We both look at each other in shock, going harder and faster. Jeff flips us over, his strokes slow but deep. I feel every of inch of his cock in me, my nails creating patterns of scratches up and down his back, but that just makes Jeff go harder. He puts my right leg on his left shoulder, wrapping my left leg on his right hip. The change in angle has me screaming so loud, my throat starts to hurt. A thrust harder than the last, brings me over the edge, me squirting for the second time in my life. Jeff keeps going, kissing me on the lips and neck again. Jeff pulls out, turning me on my stomach. He pulls my butt up, pushing my head down slightly, me arching my back to help him out. He slams into me, my hands clawing at the sheets, my moans and screams muffled by one of the many pillows. “You’re on the pill, right?” Jeff grunts, me answering with a yes. In a blink of an eye, Jeff shoots his load in me, me squirting all over again. Jeff pulls out before falling down on to the bed next to me. After a minute or so, Jeff gets up, getting a towel from the bathroom to clean us up. I get up, pulling the comforter off the bed, thankful the sheets underneath are still dry. I get under the sheets, Jeff laying behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “If being your rebound gets me this, oh I’ll be waiting for your next break up.” I joke, the rumble of Jeff’s chest because of his laughter, vibrating my back. “Or…” Jeff trails off, making me turn around to face him. “You just get it any time, by being my girl.” He kisses me. “I’d like that.” I smile, kissing him.

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu

Little moments in Taylor Swift songs that I appreciate:

•the high note on the “here’s to you” in tell me why
•the note change when she sings “rains when your gone” in the last chorus of forever and always
•the little laugh she does after the bridge in hey stephen
•the entire ending of other side of the door
•"and you call me up again just to break me like a promise" - i don’t even need to explain
•the “i just wanna know you better” before the last chorus in everything has changed
•the little giggle and “that’s so fun” at the end of stay stay stay
•the “i-i-i like it” in treacherous just before the tempo change
•the “noooooooo” in the last chorus of we are never getting back together
•the “yeah-eh-eh-eh-aye-hay” leading into the last chorus of 22
•when she sings “lesson learned” in the bridge of girl at home
•the high notes she hits in the song mine when she sings the last two “mines”
•the entire line “cause for a moment a band of theives and ripped up jeans got to rule the world” in long live
•the “please tell them my name” in long live
•just all of long live tbh
•in the last chorus of speak now whe she says “and they said speak no-ow”
•the two longest notes ever hit in the bridge of dear john
•the long note she hits on the “now” in the last chorus of story of us
•i was gonna pick a moment from enchanted but might as well just appreaciate the whole damn song
•the emphasis she puts on the endings of each verse in haunted; “made your eyes go cold” and “keeps me holding onto nothing”
•the little breaths taken in last kiss
•the note change when she sings “if you just said you’re sorry” in the last chorus of if this was a movie
•the note change in the last chorus of state of grace
•the way she sings “leave a nasty scar” at the end of blank space
•the end of the bridge in bad blood
•the “baaay-beee” just after the bridge in i know places
•the “no-one heard a thing” in clean
•the “ohhhhhh” leading into the last chorus of wonderland
•how the music stops in you are in love at the end of the second verse and it’s just her vocals
•the little “m-mm-MMM” in the second chorus of …ready for it?
•every single “oh” in look what you made me do"
•the note change on the “i tell them where your place is” in i don’t wanna live forever
• the way she sings “i’ve never heard silence quite this loud” in story of us
•when she does the “uh-oh-oh-oh-oowoahoh” in state of grace
•the little rif she does when singing “so I take my time” in ready for it
•the tiny pause she does before she emphasises “everyone you know” in the moment i knew

something that took me a long time to realize

if you have something to say, SAY IT. you can’t live your life hiding your feelings from another person. you find a person and you think they are the one. you don’t know if they like you but you want to tell them you like them. whats the worse that can happen? they don’t like you back? i get it, that sucks. but you’ll move on a find someone else. so many times I’ve thought i found the guy, but then found someone just as good or better down the line. i realized that there is no better time in the present when talking to a guy i was so in love with. in the past we flirted and all but i thought it was just a joke. a couple of mouths passed and he got a girlfriend. i was so upset but i didn’t tell him because i wanted him to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. one day we were talking and i said “yeah before you started dating *his gf name* i really hoped it would be me and you together forever” and this boy had the blankest expression on his face then said “court i had no idea you felt that way. i wanted that too but i didn’t know if you did.” 

this just goes to show that if one of us wouldve stepped out of our comfort zone, we might be together right now. 

don’t be afraid of rejection. rejection just pushes you one step further towards the person who you’re supposed to end up with. tell the person you love that you love them. my life motto is: better to live a life filled with “oh wells” rather then “what ifs”

Sanvers Week Day 5 - Domestic

Cw: hospitals/illness, mentions of police brutality, homophobia

The first time Maggie felt him move, she’d woken Alex so frantically she thought someone had died.

But when her wife took her hands and pressed them to her belly, beaming and insistent (“There, right there, do you feel it?”), Alex could only shake her head.

That was always her greatest fear, in the beginning. That he wouldn’t feel like hers right away. That he’d never feel like hers at all.  

She remembered the pain of having Kara stand before her dressed in black, snarling that they didn’t share blood, and imagined her son spitting the same thing at her, mid-argument, in fifteen years.

It had been drilled into her from day one, every time someone would congratulate Maggie but not her, or a stranger would ask how far along her friend was. Every time Eliza would make a shotgun subtle suggestion about ensuring that he had enough male influences in his life. When she would try to visit Maggie during her check-ups and the nurse would ask her, cautiously, if she was a family member. When she would do 3am runs to the grocery store for ginger beer and the cashier would ask how far along she was, only to say “Oh I’m sorry, I just assumed you were the mom”.

Now, she couldn’t be more grateful for that distance. It was the only thing keeping her from screaming.

She clenched Maggie’s hand on the way out of the doctor’s office, feeling the tremble of her wife’s skin, stopping to take her ashen face in her hands. “It’s gonna be fine,” she found herself saying, only because that’s what you said at times like this, even when the words were hollow in your throat. “We’ll figure this out.”

Still in shock, Maggie could only shake her head, glazed eyes drifting somewhere over Alex’s chest, repeating the only thing she’d been able to say since they were told. “We haven’t even named him yet.”

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My Little Flower

Request: “possibly anything with Neville?? idk he doesn’t get enough love and I feel like you could do him justice. with a timid or shy reader who is always flustered around him and he thinks that she doesn’t like him/he offends her but the truth is she likes him? cliches are great lmao”

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Stepping into the greenhouse, a gust of moist condensed air greeted your skin, warming it immediately. The sentient plants housed here seemed to acknowledge your presence, their leaves turning gently, then disregarding you. Making your way down the rows of aligned magical plants, you tried desperately to stop the shake that had taken up in your hands. But with each step you approached the distracted boy, the more anxiety ate at your gut, and the carnivorous plants snapping at you didn’t help the fact.

“Neville?” You voiced, the timid boy spinning around, almost dropping the pot he had been soiling.

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