i hate you but i also really wanna make out with you

anonymous asked:

so this just happened to me & I think it'd make for some good sterek: we've worked together for 3 years and last week we matched on tinder but neither of us has mentioned it yet and this is so stupid but I haven't got your phone number or email so could you answer this question ASAP it's really important also did we match as a joke or?

This is a bit different, but I hope you still like it, pal.

Shout out to @the-mess-sterek-left-behind for telling me how tinder works ♥

Stiles hated Derek. Derek hated Stiles. That was how it was. Always had been, always would be.

They saw each other at the break room? One or both of them would turn and leave immediately, or they’d make eye contact and glare but keep their distance. The times they didn’t, the bickering had the rest of their coworkers groaning and rolling in their eyes in exasperation and annoyance. Because their bickering quickly escalated.

They took the elevator up at the same time? A heated argument that quickly became yelling happened more often than not, and Stiles was always left in a sour mood when he finally exited the elevator on his floor.

Thank fuck they didn’t work on the same floor, or things might be so much worse than they already were.

Stiles hated Derek with a burning passion, Derek hated him right back, so why the hell did he just get notified that the guy super liked him on tinder?

”What the hell,” Stiles muttered quietly to himself, as he stared down at the phone in his hand, subtly hidden under his desk because he was supposed to be working. Not checking a dating app, but there he was anyway.

He stared down at the notification for a good ten minutes - one part of his brain counted the seconds ticking by, while the other tried to process the words and simultaneously told him it was real and he was reading it right - before he scoffed, locked his phone, and got up from his chair.

It had to be a joke, he decided as he strode toward the elevator, phone clutched in his hand. Why else would Derek fucking Hale have super liked him? Unless, of course, it wasn’t actually Derek and someone was just using his name and pictures and wow.

Stiles whistled low to himself as the elevator took him up a few floors, thumbing through the pictures of Derek’s profile.

The guy was an asshole, but he was an attractive asshole. If Stiles didn’t hate him so much, he might even have swiped right back, but nah. Stiles did hate him - he did, honestly - and Derek hated him, and this had to be a joke.

Or, maybe, a mistake.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, when Stiles reached the floor Derek worked on. Taking in a deep breath, he stalked out of the elevator and down the hall toward where he knew Derek would be sitting, consumed with work.

And sure enough, there he was. The biggest asshole in the universe.

“Hale!” he called as he stalked over. It caused a few heads to turn, a few people to groan, and Derek to turn toward him for only a second, before he rolled his eyes and went right back to work.

“Is this a joke?” Stiles continued, stopping by Derek’s desk and holding up his phone to show him what he was talking about.

Derek didn’t even look up from his work when he said, “I don’t joke.”

Stiles scoffed. “Yeah, I know, dumbass. Which is why this,” he shook the phone just slightly, “doesn’t make any sense.”

With an exasperated sigh, Derek lifted his gaze, looked at the screen for a second, and then looked away again. His facial expression didn’t change even the slightest.

“I saw something I liked, I swiped right,” he said with a half shrug.

Stiles blinked at him, faltering. “But,” he started, coming out with a few stuttering syllables, before he said, “But, you hate me.”

Again with the shrug. “You’re infuriating and annoying, but I don’t hate you. You just made that assumption, Stiles.” Derek paused, glancing at Stiles for a split second, and Stiles could swear his ears were turning a slight red color. Just the tip. “You can just ignore it or swipe left or whatever, and then go back to disliking me. No hard feelings.”

Stiles stood there and quietly processed, while Derek went right back to work like nothing had happened. Completely unbothered by the fact that Stiles was still standing there, hovering.

He blinked. Looked at his phone. Looked at Derek. Back at his phone.

Slowly, his thumb swiped right on his screen, and Derek’s phone pinged on the desk. Derek finally stopped working, looked at his phone, then looked at Stiles.

Stiles who was smirking, just a little bit, as he pocketed his phone and took a few step backwards. “Ball’s in your court now, Hale,” he said, before he turned around and headed for the elevator.

He barely got one floor back down, when his phone vibrated with a new message.

> Derek Hale: Falls Street 31, apartment 6C. Be there at 8.

Stiles dug his front teeth into his bottom lip in an attempt to bite back the smile that formed on his lips regardless of his struggles.

Well, maybe they didn’t hate each other so much, after all.

PSA admins can do whatever the FUCK they want in their own rp! if they wanna kick someone out because they’re making them uncomfortable they CAN and they don’t owe an explanation to any damn one because it’s their rp!!!! they also reserve the right to decline applications, say no when people want them to change something about their rp, etc. admins can be both nice AND be in control of their rp (shocking, right?). ppl need to stop getting so butthurt when an admin actually sets boundaries and rules! like i know everyone has been so babied lately in the rp world and admins are always like “i don’t rly like that but… if you really want to i guess…” like FUCK no – there are rules and regulations and admins have things a certain way and if you don’t like it then just find another one! i hate how admins feel like they have to give in to each and every person just to have a “good reputation” fuckin stand ur ground you bad ass babes !!!! also i wanna start a petition to bring back app rps for fuckin good bc when people actually sat down and put thought & love into their application because they really wanted a role things were so much better. like appless is bomb ok i join em too but i promise people who actually spend hours on an app (i know for a FACT bc i have) will not give up that role very quickly and i promise they’ll be way more dedicated then someone who applied without even reading the plot or anything just bc the fc they wanted was open and they wanted to get it asap ok bye

just out of curiosity, how many of you guys would be willing to participate in another jenna joseph appreciation day? last year someone did it and it was a nice time actually and i found a lot of cool blogs and i just would really like to make it like a “tradition” and do it every year.

so if you think it’s a cool idea and you wanna do it, hmu or reblog this post to spread it and maybe get some other people to join in.

marriedtoyoongi  asked:

Why would anyone hate you for asking us to send u requests oh my god ur the best????? Okay so taegi! Jealousy? A lol angsty but ofc happy ending! And with HAPPY ending I mean there has to be a make out session yes. And like forrealz jealousy like something like flirting with someone else? (ofc not really flirting but misunderstanding maybe) :) if I didn't misunderstand that post tho omf also me! I wanna be a friend 😂😂

OMYGOD! Believe it or not, (Well, you’d have to believe coz I’m actually fucking posting it) I finished writing your request! WTF?! I need to sleep! LOL Anyway, I hope you like this (unbeta-ed, partially edited mess. I’ll clean it up, I promise)

Note: Posted on AO3! HERE I don’t think it’s awesome enough to repost… but anyway… just please… don’t. THANKS! :)

Title: Stay

Word count: 3,852

Relationship: TaeGi, TaeJae

Characters: Yoongi, Taehyung, Minjae, Jimin (mentioned), Namjoon (mentioned), Hoseok (mentioned)

Rating: M - Mature content based on loads of swearing, violence (barely), make out scene that even nuns can read LOL, drinking

Summary: People handle jealousy differently but there is only one way to get past it and make each other stay.

“I think… I think Yoongi’s cheating on me.” Taehyung slurred, as he took one more shot. He seriously lost count after a few minutes, hours? Shit, he realized, he couldn’t even remember how long it has been since they entered this fucking bar.

“Yoongi? Cheating on you? With what? I mean who? How? Dude’s too fucking in love with you to even consider that shit. I mean look at you, fuck! Who wouldn’t be?” Minjae answered, barely even having the energy to lift his head from the table to respond.

“This things… things… Just you… you just know…” Taehyung raised his voice in an attempt to prove his point, cause he knew he had a point. He blinked a few times as his vision got blurry. He tried to rub his eyes and he felt the back of his hand get damp. Fuck? Was he actually crying?

Minjae lifted his head from the table when he realized that Taehyung was sobbing. His whole body was shaking as he hugged his legs closer to himself. Minjae immediately moved to sit beside his friend, bringing him into a tight embrace, rubbing Taehyung’s back as his breath started hitching.

“I can’t…. He just… He won’t…” Tae started, failing to form any complete sentences as he tried to catch his breath. Why won’t the tears stop? Tae wondered, as his body continued to shake harder under Minjae’s touch.

“SHhh…shhh…shhh” Minjae whispered into Tae’s ear as he tried to calm him down.

Taehyung felt his friend’s breath near his ear, sending tingly feelings up his spine. How long has it been since Yoongi held him like this? How long has it been since he felt secured and taken cared of?

Minjae used his thumb to wipe Tae’s tear and gently held his chin to lift Tae’s head up.

“Look at me. Look at me, Kim Taehyung.” Minjae said as he held Tae’s face in both his hands. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. And if Yoongi doesn’t realize this then he is being a stupid asshole, okay?”

Their faces were now inches away from each other and Taehyung can feel Minjae staring at his lips.

“No, he’s just…” Taehyung answered as he shook his head, backing off a few more inches for safety. He was breathing more evenly now, the close encounter sobbering him up a bit. “I barely see him. He has been staying in his studio for hours on end and I know for a fact that he isn’t alone.”

“He isn’t? Who is he with? You’re not jealous of Namjoon are you?”

“No! Fuck! Not Namjoon. That dude’s as straight as a plank.” Taehyung protested, pouring himself another shot of their neglected vodka, spilling some of the alcohol in the process.

“Nope, not Namjoon. Jimin.” Taehyung mumbled as he knocked back his head to take another shot.

“Ji who?”

“Ji… MIIIIINNNNN~~~” Taehyung dragged out, his eyes barely open. “Tiny ball of sunshine from the fucking Shire. Fluffy as fuck! Always beaming and happy with a fucking smile plastered on his fucking face! Fucking hobbit.”

Taehyung ended dramatically as he paused to pour himself another shot.

“Tae, Yoongi isn’t exactly tall either.” Minjae offered.

“Fucking… pay attention, Minjae! We aren’t talking about Yoongi! We… are talking… about Jimin.” Tae retorted, his hand waving his empty shot glass in the air.

“Yes. Jimin. okay.” Minjae conceded.

“Jimin” Tae repeated.

Minjae raised both his hands to show surrender, “Okay, Jimin.”

“Why the fuck do you keep saying his name!? You fucking him too? Shit! You all gang banging the dude?” Taehyung said loudly, making Minjae’s eyes open in surprise.

“Fuck. NO! Just… you were. Nevermind. Continue. So Ji…”

Taehyung glared at Minjae, daring him to finish what he was saying.

“Shit. Just calm the fuck down, Tae. Not saying his name. Noted. So this…  DUDE… has been hanging with Yoongi in his studio… to record? I suppose?” Minjae asked, his hand slowly moving towards the now nearly empty vodka bottle. He really needed another drink to process the whole thing, but seeing as Taehyung looked so determined to be plastered he knew one of them had to get sober.

“And I quote, ‘he has the voice of an angel’, end quote” Taehyung said sarcastically, as he made too many finger quotes.

“Who said? Yoongi?”

“No, fucking Hoseok. Who probably wants to fuck the hobbit too. Good news for you, you might just get your first orgy, dude.” Tipping the bottle he was now holding towards Minjae.

“How the fuck am I part of this? Anyway, have you even considered the possibility that he might just really be using his lips to sing and not to blow your boyfriend?”

“Just sing? Just? Have you seen my boyfriend?” Taehyung asked with pure shock in his voice.

“Pale skin, brooding eyes, I don’t give a shit aura? Yeah, I’ve heard of his work.” Minjae drawled as he took a sip of water. “Of course I know Yoongi, Tae.”

“Well… then you know he is fucking sex on legs.” Taehyung answered in a matter of factly tone, knocking back another shot as he felt like he made his point.

“Not my type.” Minjae murmured but Taehyung wasn’t paying attention.

“It’s just… it’s been weeks since we last had… well… sex. And I know Yoongi.” Tae said calmly. “We used to do it on a daily. But now? Now, he gets home, he falls asleep immediately, too tired to even respond to my questions about his day. He gets up, bathes, takes his coat, and leaves.”

Minjae just sat in silence, feeling that Taehyung wasn’t done with his story.

“One morning,” Tae started again, as he poured more alcohol in his shot glass. “I asked him to check the jean designs I made for this class. He told me he’d look at them after his bath. But then his phone rings and I heard him taking the call. He entered the other room and started whispering. I mean, why be sneaky and shit, right? So I tried to listen from the outside. And just… fuck… He sounded so sweet on the phone, praising and calming down whoever was on the other end of the call.” Taehyung paused as he looked at the shot he was about to take.

“He didn’t even bother to say goodbye. He just took his jacket and left while he was on the phone.” Taehyung felt his tears welling up again as he downed the shot he has been holding. “It was like I wasn’t even there. He just walked right past me.” He bit his lips in an attempt to stop the tears from falling but they fell anyway

“He has been so secretive and distant.” Silent tears were now rolling down his cheeks. “And I just miss him so much.” Taehyung almost whispers as he rests his head on Minjae’s shoulders.

“Shhh…. Tae… It’s going to be alright… shhhh.” Minjae said as he stroked Tae’s hair.

Tae looked up at him, the distance being too close for Minjae’s comfort. “I don’t want to lose him.” His drunk friend whispers as he looked at him straight in the eyes.

“I can’t lose him.” Taehyung mumbles as his head drops back on Minjae’s shoulders. “I can’t”

“You won’t lose him, Tae.” Minjae answered half-heartedly, knowing full well that he can’t make any promises for Yoongi. But he wasn’t around and Tae needed this right now.

Minutes passed as Minjae waited in silence as he felt Taehyung’s breathing even out.

Minjae somehow managed to pay their bill, hail themselves a cab, drag both their drunk asses to the elevator, and eventually throw Tae on the bed he shared with Yoongi. Funnily enough, the most difficult part was getting Tae to find his key to get them inside.

Once inside, Minjae thought it would be good for Tae if he washed him up and gave him a fresh pair of clothes.

“Good for you, dude. But bad, bad, idea for tipsy me.” Minjae said to himself. He knew the temptation would be too much and he wasn’t the type to take advantage of a vulnerable guy, no matter how in love he was with said vulnerable guy.

In the end, Minjae decided to just cover his friend with a blanket, making sure he was tucked in comfortably.

“Stay.” The voice came out so soft that Minjae thought he had just imagined it. He looked back at his friend, whose arms were out stretched, trying to reach out to him.

“Stay.” Taehyung repeated needily and it was too much for Minjae to ignore.

He slowly walked back to the bed where Taehyung was and held the hand reaching out to him. Minjae knew this was a bad idea but this was just too much for him to fight. Yoongi was being a stupid prick and Taehyung needed someone. Minjae thought that maybe tonight, just for tonight he could be that someone.

He moved to lie down on the bed, facing Taehyung whose arm was now draped across his waist.

“Yoongi.” Taehyung mumbled in his sleep and Minjae closed his eyes, trying to imagine his friend saying his name instead. He moved to try and lie comfortably but he felt Taehyung’s hold tighten when he did.

“Stay.” Tae whispered again as Minjae watched a tear roll down his sleeping friend’s face.

He wanted to wipe away the tears with his hand but they were trapped under Taehyung’s embrace at the moment, so Minjae did the only thing he felt he could do. He moved in closer and kissed the wet mark that the tear left.

“Yoongi.” He heard his friend whisper again as he felt a warm hand slowly cup his cheek, pulling him closer and Minjae could do nothing else but brace himself for the impact.

Taehyung’s hand was now on his nape, pushing him to deepen the kiss. The push was gentle but something more forceful was making Minjae move forward. Taehyung parted his lips, allowing Minjae to kiss his lower lip. He has always tried to imagine how wonderful this would feel but nothing has prepared him for this beautiful reality. Taehyung tasted like alcohol with a slight hint of his strawberry lip balm, and in spite of himself, Minjae wanted to taste it more. He slowly slid his tongue between Taehyung’s parted lips, licking every warm surface it touched upon its entry.

His freed hand was now placed on the other’s hip, pulling him closer. He had to stifle a moan as Taehyung started grinding slowly but the friction elicited a deep moan from Taehyung instead.  

“Fuck.” Minjae whispered breathily as he gasped for air, before diving back in. Taehyung’s hands maneuvered his head, enabling Minjae to explore more of Taehyung’s mouth, tongues touching and playing with each other.

This all felt too much and at the same time not enough for Minjae. He slowly moved his hands to feel Taehyung’s warm skin above his waistband, fingers slowly dipping lower as he felt himself getting harder against Tae’s thighs.

“Tae!” Minjae heard the familiar low, gravelly voice before he heard the door slamming against the wall.

Minjae scrambled to get away from Taehyung’s grasp and get as far away from him as possible.Heavy footsteps approached the bed.

“Mother Fucker!” Minjae felt the impact he did not see coming. His cheek throbbed and his neck creaked as the first blow hit him. He stumbled backward, losing his footing, barely sobered up brain not fully registering what just happened. Before he could even stand he felt another blow as a foot hit his hip. Pain shot up from his hip to his whole body.

“Get out!” the voice boomed. “Get the fuck out!”

Minjae crawled-jumped-ran faster than he ever had his entire life. Not having the time to look back at the mess he made and at the friend he probably will never see again.

Taehyung woke up to a door slamming on the wall and all he could see was a raged Yoongi. Eyes blown up in anger as he made a fist and stormed towards him.

“Mother Fucker!” He heard Yoongi’s deep voice and he was frozen on the spot.

He barely registered Minjae scrambling to get out of his bed when in a split second, Minjae was on the floor. He saw Yoongi reeling back to kick Minjae but he was too stunned to stop it from happening. He heard Yoongi’s boots come in contact with Minjae’s hip and looked to see Minjae wincing in pain. He was about to get up and stop Yoongi from further hurting his friend but Yoongi just suddenly stopped moving. He was just looking at the floor, fist still closed tight but he didn’t move to attack.

“Get out!” Yoongi yelled. “Get the fuck out!”

And Taehyung can only watch as his friend picked himself up and ran for the door.

He was just staring dumbly at Yoongi as he heard the front door close.

“Explain, Tae.” Yoongi’s tone was flat, waiting for Taehyung to say something. Impatience got the better of him and he yelled out before he could stop himself, “Explain! TAE!”

“I… I… was drunk.” Tae stuttered as he sat up clinging onto his blanket.

Yoongi started pacing a few steps after hearing Tae’s response but he stopped again right by the foot of the bed. “Holy shit! FU… You were drunk?! Is that the best you can do Tae?!” Yoongi’s hand gripping the roots of his own hair.

“I walk into OUR ROOM!! See you fucking YOUR FRIEND!! And all you can say is that you were… DRUNK?!” Yoongi’s eyes were now fully blown out in anger. His jaw line jutting out as he gritted his teeth.

“I wasn’t fucking Minjae!! I’m not the one who has been fucking around here!!” Taehyung weakly yelled in response as he knelt on the bed.

“Excuuuuse me? What are you trying to say, Tae?! Spit it the fuck out! Coz I swear to fucking God, I have no patience left right now!” Yoongi answered back, hands still in a fist on his side.

“You!” Tae managed to yell back, standing up to get out of bed. “You, Mr. Bigshot Producer! Where have you been getting some? Huh?” feeling a bit braver as he towered over his angry boyfriend. His anger now building as he watched Yoongi stare at him in a confused rage.

“Where? Huh?” Tae nudged Yoongi’s chest with his palm, pushing the latter a step backward. “Coz God knows you haven’t been around here long enough to talk, let alone fuck! Your little singing hoe got you tired every fucking night. We don’t even talk for you to know what I have been up to lately! Tell me, Yoongi! Is that bitch’s throat better than mine? Or is his fat ass tighter?”

“Fucking who? Jimin?” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he tested if Tae had more to say.

“Yes. Jimin, the ass you keep for yourself inside your studio.”

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Tae.” Yoongi said as he walked out of the room to enter their kitchen.

Taehyung followed Yoongi to the kitchen and saw the other man opening a can of beer from their fridge.

“Enlighten me then, asshole! Don’t walk out on me during a fucking fight!” Taehyung yelled.

“I needed a drink.” Yoongi answered, gulping down the beer before he continued. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to see my boyfriend making out with his jerk friend the moment I entered MY bedroom.”

“Shhi… I thought he was you, okay?!”

“You thought?!” Yoongi chuckled sarcastically. “You… thought he was me. BRILLIANT! Did you at any point try to at least open your fucking eyes while you were making out?” Yoongi spat out angrily.

Taehyung just stared back at Yoongi, not able to give an answer to the question.

“Didn’t think so.” Yoongi concluded as he took another gulp of his beer.

“I was drunk, okay?” Tae yelled out again. “Only one head of mine was functioning and unfortunately it wasn’t the one that could think.” He ended his statement almost in a mumble.

“From the looks of it, your mouth was working pretty well though.” Yoongi bit back.

“Fuck! Fine! I was wrong! I’m sorry! But it was an accident! Not like your premeditated sneaky escapades with that tiny squeaky singer!” Taehyung shouted, walking out of the kitchen to sit at their sofa.

Yoongi was quick to follow him, beer still in hand as he stood in front of Tae.

“Look, who’s walking out now.” Yoongi teased. “Was that it? Were you jealous of Jimin?”

Taehyung wanted to snap back, to push his anger further but he saw that Yoongi was dead ass smirking at him now. Sitting down was a wrong move, Taehyung thought, he knew that the moment he stopped standing over Yoongi he’d feel smaller again.

“Yes,” he replied meekly. “But it’s not unfounded!” He added weakly.

“It’s not?” Yoongi titled his head and raised his eyebrows, smirk still on his face. “Tell me then.” He said as he sat down beside his boyfriend.

“It’s just… you’re never around anymore. I have no idea what you’re doing most of the time. You pick up his calls so quickly when you’re home but lately you haven’t even been answering mine.” Taehyung hated that he sounded like a whining a child. He could hear himself and it made him feel more pathetic. To make matters worse, he felt the tell tale stinging that precluded his tears again. Fuck.

Yoongi was now looking at him with gentle eyes and he could feel the other’s hand resting on his thigh. Taehyung needed to stay focused to tell Yoongi everything, so he decided to look at his hands as he fiddled with them on his lap.

He could feel his tears start rolling and his breath was hitching once more as he continued, “You never stay around even on the weekends. It was like you were at his every beck and call. You come home not smelling like yourself. I cook you dinner and you just tell me you ate out with him. I got an A+ for my last deign line, did you know? Of course you didn’t cause you never even bother to ask anymore.”

Taehyung decided to stop cause his voice was now breaking and it wasn’t helping his case at all.

“Are you done?” Yoongi asked, taking Taehyung’s hand in his and watched Taehyung just sniffle without a response.

“Please look at me, babe.” Yoongi begged and Taehyung looked at him, rubbing his eyes a bit to prevent more tears from falling.

“Okay, first of all, I’m sorry for not explaining the whole situation to you before it blew up like this. We’ve been together for more than two years now, babe. I don’t know, I was too secure that I thought you already knew how much I love you and that you’d understand without me having to explain. I’m sorry. I need to communicate things better.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, breathing still uneven as he waited for Yoongi to continue.

“And Jimin? Jimin is a trainee at the company. He is scheduled to debut soon but the whole situation is dependent on the song I’m making for him. The kid has been through a lot and I feel for him. The company has been nagging me about our progress but I want to make sure that all his hard work will pay off. Company keeps calling him, he keeps calling me. Kid’s stressed out of his mind worrying about this. I should have told you all about this sooner. I’m sorry if you felt neglected, babe.” Yoongi held Taehyung’s cheek in his hand as his thumb wiped away the last tears that dropped.

“And lastly.” Yoongi took Taehyung’s hand and held it to his cheek. Taehyung felt his boyfriend’s warmth and it helped in slowly ebbing away all the anxieties he felt over the past few days. Yoongi then started kissing Tae’s hand and Tae closed his eyes to relish the feeling. He missed this. He missed all of this.

“Lastly?” Tae asked.

“Lastly. I love you. I love you, Tae. I love all of you.” Yoongi placed his hand on Tae’s neck as he made their foreheads touch.

Tae giggled softly as he felt a tingly warmth at the pit of his stomach, his body reacting to the touch he has been longing for.

Yoongi guided Tae towards his lips to a chaste kiss, bringing their foreheads together once more as they smiled at each other.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung.” Yoongi whispered as he brought his lips towards Tae’s eyes.

“I love your dopey looking eyes that disappear when you smile.” Taehyung closed his eyes and felt Yoongi’s lips on them.

“I love your nose and how you scrunch them when you’re focused on anything.” Yoongi then moved to kiss Tae’s nose.

“I love your neck and how sensitive you get when I kiss it.” His nose trailing Taehyung’s jawline as he slowly moved his lips to leave an open mouthed kiss on Tae’s neck. Yoongi could feel his boyfriend’s adam’s apple bob to swallow as he licked him from his jaw to his collar bone.

“I love your boxy grin and your sinful lips that somehow always taste like strawberries.” Yoongi cupped Taehyung’s face in his hands and licked the latter’s lips to force them to open. He bit on Taehyung’s lower lip playfully as he moved his hand to firmly hold his boyfriend’s neck, moving him in sync with him so he could explore parts of his mouth he wanted to taste.

Yoongi’s lips again worked their way back to Taehyung’s neck. Biting gently on his jaw line before marking them the way he knew his boyfriend wanted.

Taehyung moaned from the familiar feeling of pleasure and decided he needed more. He swung his legs over his boyfriend to straddle him, setting himself against the other man’s hardness. He puts his arms around Yoongi’s neck forcing the latter to look up at him.

For a brief moment he just stared at his boyfriend. His porcelain pale skin contrasting against his black hair, his eyes that were blown with anger earlier were now hooded and lusting, his lips beautifully swollen from their kissing. He is beautiful, Taehyung thought, and he is mine.

As if reading his thought Yoongi suddenly spoke, “You are amazing, Kim Taehyung. And I’d be the dumbest asshole in the planet if I let someone as talented, sweet, and caring as you get away from me.” He said as he smiled his gummy smile. “Repeat after me, Tae. I am yours.”

“I am yours.” Taehyung repeated.

“And you are mine.”

“And you are mine.”

Taehyung lowered his head to kiss Yoongi and held on to him in a tight embrace, Yoongi’s arms around his waist holding him in place.


“Yes, love?”


“As long as you want me.” Yoongi answered back, as he kissed Taehyung a little more needily.

Taehyung felt warmth all around him as their night wore on. His senses were flooded with everything Yoongi and he wanted to bask in it for as long as he can. He didn’t know how long what they had would last, but for now he was sure. Here is where he wanted to stay.

Hallelujah Money

Ayyy not like anyone cares but I wanna put some positivity on here about yesterday’s song release. I can’t make a nice insightful analysis of the song because I’m not so great with words and writing. I’ve read a ton of negative and hateful comments towards Gorillaz on all their social medias and it bummed me out. I loved Hallelujah Money; the song is beautiful the video is beautiful and so intense. Benjamin Clementine’s voice is so so powerful in the song and I’m glad I got to discover him as an artist today. I really am thankful Gorillaz are back for phase 4. I’m so excited for what’s coming and yesterday was heart racing for me trying to figure out what they meant by the “transmission”. I wasn’t disappointed. You do you, Gorillaz. Thanks Damon and Jamie and everyone else involved!

Random Drag Race Season 9 thoughts

honestly, I’ve warmed up so much to jaymes mansfield since I watched her youtube channel after the meet the queens video, didn’t know what to think of her at first but she’s actually super smart and seems like great fun (her character voice is a little strange but you get used to it really quickly). I don’t know how far she’ll go in season 9 but she stands out as really unique in this line-up of queens (how long has it been since we had a pure camp queen? and I don’t mean just comedy, I mean total showgirl camp). plus she performs with puppets and showed up to the new york premiere in a muppet style outfit that it looks like she made, how can I not love someone who does that

also she’s rekindled my passion for arts and crafts, like I wanna go make some hair accessories and giant bows right now. 

I’m seriously keeping my username now. The main reason why I decided to make the change is because I HONESTLY cannot support the majority of them. A good 83.3% to be exact. Right now, I’m bearing and grinning (not really but I gotta tolerate their presence since they’re still together). Also, I fracking hate the majority of the fandom*. So why would I wanna associate myself with the filth? 

Yeah sure I’ll still listen to their songs and stream and vote but it’s only for that one person in mind. Once dissolution’s a thing, you know whom I’m gonna put my full time support for.

*Don’t get me wrong. There are still some decent people in the fandom and for that I’m grateful for that. You’re pretty much another reason why I’m still here. You make a shitty fandom a much better place. /shout out to my dear mutuals (from tumblr and or twitter) for not putting up with any bs.

Charles Xavier - Country Wars

Request:  hm ok can you do one where the reader is american and them and charles always have like lowkey (playful) banter about which country is more awesome? and charles actually has valid arguments while y/n has shitty ones like “yeah ? well your accents are weak” (y/n is a really non-serious person like more of a jokester), but charles finds them kinda adorable and in the middle of y/n making up arguments he kisses them $$$$$ if you wanna you can do it, also omg youve gotten so many charles requests

Sorry this took so long and sorry it’s really short. I’m having major writers block right now, I blame school. So I hope you don’t hate this and somewhat enjoy reading it. Again sorry.

~Much love, Ive

You walked into the Kitchen and saw Charles making a cup of tea.

“Could you get any more stereotypical?” You laughed playing around with the teabag that was sitting in his mug. He pulled the teabag out of your hand and gave you a look with one eyebrow raised.

“There is nothing wrong with a good cup of tea.” He said. You mimicked what he said trying to do his accent. Your awful attempt made him laugh as he poured his boiling water into his mug. “You know that most of the things you do are British, right?”

“Well… you’re just a tea drinking…” You tried to think of a insult, “nerd.” Well that wasn’t your best. Charles laughed moving a little closer to you.

“Have you ever been to England? We have London and then all this beautiful countryside.”

“Yeah? Well your accents are weak.” You blabbered, leaning forward.

“Seriously? You can tell me my accent is weak listen to yours and at least ours are more or less consistent throughout our country.” He took a step closer challenging you.

“Whoa! Rude.” You thought for a second trying  come up with a comeback, “You sound way too posh for your own good.” You took a step forward and were actually much closer to him than you realised making you almost fall back a little. Charles grabbed your shoulders to keep you in place.

“You’re lucky I’m an english gentlemen.” He said, you were very aware of where his hands were.

“Oh you can just-“ He cut you off with a kiss, “Oh come on that was going to be my best comeback yet.” You complained.

“Im sure it-“ This time you cut him off with a second kiss. This was going much better than the other silly arguments the two of you usually had.

anonymous asked:

how do you deal with all the mon el and karamel hate becos it bugs me so much especially wehn they invade our tags.

honestly i care less and less about it everyday. if i see anti posts in our tags, i block them and move on with my day lmao. its really just pointless to let the hate get to you ya know? like i just dont see the point of letting myself get angry or upset. i ship karamel and i like mon-el, and i dont think the ship is toxic or abusive and that’s all that matters to me. the anti’s can continue to hate all they want, that’s their choice but its not gonna change my mind about these two. i just wanna enjoy the show, das ittt.

anonymous asked:

can anybody make a tutorial on feet/ shoes? i always have trouble with them because they always end up looking like hands connected to ankles xD thnaks!


Okay so um I really really like drawing feet and shoes so let me help you out friend

So the foot is a weirdass body part that I used to hate with a great passion. I still don’t like drawing feet sometimes, especially when it’s in a weird position. But basically the foot base looks a bit like a doorstop. The toes at the end are pretty much short mini-fingers. The big toe also jutts out towards the inner part of the base (you can see in the second diagram up top that it creates a round bump). Never forget ankles! They are always there and are also a recognisable feature in feet :) ALSO the big toe curves up, the other 4 little toes curve down (so do the toenails if you wanna go into that kinda detail).

YAY NOW SHOES MY FAV PART (i always draw boots so I’m gonna show you boots cause they’re my fav shoe)

Think about drawing shoes as wrapping cloth around a foot. Shoes wrap and form into the shape of feet, so once you know the basics of a foot, shoes shouldn’t be too difficult. Of course you need to keep in mind about laces and perspectives, but practice will get you there. In most cases the tip of the shoe will either be rounded off (like the first example of Docs), or come to a point. (The point usually appears between the first and second toe like in the second example).

You can always look up images of shoes online or at stock photos!

Here are LOADS of video tutorials on how to draw feet and shoes, too!!

Please remember that feet can always be exaggerated!! They can be long, super short, stubby, floppy, hairy, have long toes, have big heels etc!! This is just a pretty standard tutorial on how i’d draw a normal looking foot/shoes! :)

Hope that helped you a bit!!! Good luck!


anonymous asked:

Do you think it's wrong of me to hate when my best friend makes me go to bars with her so she can't not be a nervous as she gets hit on and or makes out with people as my ugly ass just gets to chill to the side and get progressively more drunk the more alone I start to feel because I hate going on because I know I'm not gonna get hit on and i hate listening to my friend be like "I wanna go talk to this girl because she cute but I can't" and complain about that all night as well

This sounds like a pretty crappy best friend and tbh if you cant openly have this convo with them are they really your best friend? Also don’t go out if it makes you uncomfortable. Life’s too short to make yourself miserable for the sake of of others. If you don’t talk to them about it you’ll just continue to resent them for it and that’s not healthy for anyone involved.

anonymous asked:

It's amazing that nothing really scares you. :-P And thanks for fulfilling the ask! Sometimes I hold back, worrying that I'm being annoying, but I think I'm finally understanding that you want to be flooded with this type of thing, and I wanna request them... So, how about Ivy/Harley headcanons? Also I've always tried to figure out how a tickle fight would work out with Kara, since she's so strong... I like to think of it as her second Kryptonite. Or she not-so-secretly enjoys it. ~RidiRavenclaw

No, dude if you have anything, just shoot it off to me. I love seeing something in my ask box. It makes me happy when I wake up or get back from class. 


  • So beautiful, holy hell
  • Will punch a baby for stepping on a flower (me af)
  • Hates everyone but like two people (Harley included)
  • Is ticklish, but can only really be touched by Harley/specific people
  • Worst spots are thighs and waist
  • Loves hearing Harley laugh freely


  • My wife
  • Wears contacts
  • Will spontaneously switch out of her accent for shits and grins
  • Is hella ticklish and loves it
  • Worst spots are hips and neck
  • Will usually start/prompt the tickle fights

I feel like Kara would enjoy it. It would be fun and relaxing to her. It would also be a way to bond with her friends and family. 

“I came to the gym to work out but holy god I can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” AU. Lavi/Kanda.

Notes: Shameless Kanda’s body appreciation. That’s it. That’s the fic.

If Lavi wants to be honest, he doesn’t like going to the gym. Gym memberships are expensive; and whenever he has deadlines (which are annoyingly often) he definitely does not go enough times to make the price worthwhile. But, he has to admit, it is a lot more comfy than exercising in the open weather where it’s prone to cold gusts and rain. Another reason is that he isn’t really good at a lot of the gym machines—he’s almost ashamed to admit he only uses one, the treadmill, because he can’t seem to get the hang of lifting weights or whatever. It’s a rather love/hate relationship to keep fit, it does give him something to do when he’s bored, and so on a particular random Thursday evening when he’s decided too many words have been read in the past five hours, he heads off towards the gym.

It’s methodical in the changing room—the search for an open locker, taking out his change of clothes and dumping his stuff in—as it should be, but for some reason today his hand pauses on the hinge on an empty locker and his gaze is affixed to his right.

He doesn’t even realise he’s staring at first.

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will-mageofvoid  asked:

4, 27, 33, 42, 52!

4. what are you looking forward to?

Really looking forward to spring break so I can hang out with you and Ryo. Have some gay ol boy days of drinking alcohol and watching TV together, maybe voice and or video chat. I REALLY wanna get SPOOKED by horror movies. I also wanna stream some stuff, like Yume 2kki because the game is REALLY beautiful in some places like the Cocktai Lounge and then creepy as FUCK in areas like Guts World or Flesh Paths.

27. things i hate

Mnn…not really a lot? I guess people poking fun at the few things I’m not ok with and pushing me to do something I don’t want to do. I guess also when people give me short responses when we’re talking? Sometimes it annoys me or makes me upset like I did something wrong.

33. something you want to learn

I always thought it’d be neat to learn another language, or learn capoeria. Though learning to draw would be the best thing ever, though it’s kinda frustrating to me  and unno if I could really do it because my hands are usually shaky.

42. favourite book(s)

Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy series. I still read them to this day <3 Otherwise I’d have to say science books or nature.

52. something i’m talented at


But for serious though, I’m a really good horticulturist and I really enjoy doing what I do, when it’s not summer that is. It’s kinda dumb but I think of each and every seedling, plug, bulb and sprout that I plant as one of my children and I get so proud whenever they thrive and grow and get REALLY worried whenever they get sick.

five times they left (and one time they didn’t)

(my dear friend amy (swallowedsong) is stuck in an airport, so here’s a travel shenanigans piece for her.) 

(the title says it all - captain swan. au.) 


“Are you serious right now?” 


Emma sighs heavily and the clerk glares even harder, if that’s possible. She knows it’s not helping, her attitude - is sure the clerk is overworked and tired and truly unable to offer anything other than another flight in twelve hours, but - 

“Mom, can I get a hot chocolate?” 

“We’ll be back,” she tells the lady behind the counter - who barely grants her another glance before calling “Next!” as Emma ushers Henry away. 

“So, what are we gonna do?” 

“I’m still figuring it out.”

“Isn’t Storybrooke only, like, four hours away?” 


They settle into the Starbucks line, Henry’s brow furrowed in concentration. Emma wraps her arm around him and tucks him into her side. 

“We can always just stay here until the next flight.” 

“Couldn’t we drive?” 

Emma had been weighing the idea in her head. On the one hand, it would probably, definitely be faster. On the other, she hasn’t driven in winter conditions on this coast in years - since before Henry was born. And at night? She’s not sure she wants to risk it. 

She’s just not sure she wants to camp out in the terminal, either. 

“We’ll see.” 

Henry nods, and quicker than she’d expected they’re at the counter, a hot chocolate for Henry and a trenta coffee for Emma (she’s either driving all night or staying awake in the airport all night; either one calls for the largest coffee Starbucks will sell her). 

Henry rushes off to pour cinnamon in his drink, and as Emma’s watching him and taking a blissful first sip, she feels a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, lass, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the lad,” begins the stranger, a smiling man with bright blue eyes. Emma immediately goes on the defensive. 


His smile turns sheepish. 

“Just - I’m headed to Storybrooke as well. I’d been debating just driving, but alone at night, in these conditions? However, if you’d be up for it, perhaps we could carpool?” 

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I’ve seen ENOUGH artist hate today. I don’t understand what people get by being rude. So I want you all to keep a few things in mind, this goes to writers and all people out there creating something!

As Harry Styles once tweeted; Be nice to nice

1. Spread LOVE. When you send hate, it takes as much as ONE single word tp make somebody truly upset. But it also takes one word to make somebody happy. Don’t waste time on spreading negativity - if you’re gonna waste the time anyway, say something NICE!

2. Wanna criticise art? Do it KINDLY! Nobody is perfect is a very chliché saying, but let me tell you friend, it’s true. Some of us are studying are art, some are doing it as a hobby. Some are “better” than others, but that doesn’t mean they won’t ever improve. Art is something you personally decide if you like. Picasso isn’t everybodys fave, is he? Fandom artists have followers than like their work, if you don’t like it ignore it! It’s easy! If you wanna tell the artist that they should work more on the shadows, make the eyes of a person bigger or whatever - go tell them nicely! We gladly take advice in order to improve.

3. Got a problem? Stand up for your opinion OFF anon. If you still gotta state your nasty opinion, don’t turn anon on. It just shows that you wouldn’t say this openly, so might as well not say it at all.

4. Art isn’t easy. You can do better? Good for you! (Let me insert a clip of Pewdiepie here when he says “good for you”.) But really, if you can do better, why bother? Let the feeling that your better make you feel better about your own work and keep it to yourself. If you can’t do better, you really shouldn’t talk. At all.


big thanks to @yohood for making the bottom edit for me it’s just what i always wanted :)

happy holidays! given that it’s christmas i thought i’d make a follow forever bc i love you all and don’t say it nearly enough

shoutout to my ride or die’s my true loves yall know how i feel about feelings so lets give this a go:

rachel @jinglebellcalum: i love you my beautiful texan nugget thnx for always being there for me i appreciate the heck out of you

missy @simmerdownirwin: i miss you so much my heart could burst ur beautiufl and strong and wonderful i love you so much

jess @elfdaddyluke: listen i love you and the fact that you need just as much attention as me and you’re always willing to cuddle

iris @muketrash: i hate you but i dont hate you ya feel? thanks for always coming over to eat and suffer with us and cuddle 

ellie @irwingroupie: ur the worst but so am i which is why we’re married i guess

beth @mukearemydads: im so glad you’ve joined this disgusting trash site so i have more means to annoy you :) but ur the bestest roommate/arch nemesis ever 


@vincentvangothtbh, @michealcliffturd, @fuck-cal, @itsacowhemmings, @lucashugs 

ho ho ho’s aka my fave mutuals, my gc babes, my children, my vodka aunts and weed cousins:

@bitchingmalum, @fuckingmalum, @fuckngcal, @greenlght,  @mikeygordns, @nialljhood, @officialukes, @liamsquad@snowymicahl, @texthood, @thicccalum, @yohood

santa babies aka my mutuals i love you all so very much: 


@1-800-long-dong, @ailurophilemichael, @alienoffical,  @artgirlofficial, @assston, @babessist, @badlands-official, @calumsleftnut,
 @christmasheeran, @colourfulbadlands, @comfortcal, @dankscorpio@ezrapunks,


  @fairlylocalums, @fucmichael, @ghostgordons, @gingerbreadlashton, @gothgal, @hardcal, @hemmmoconda@hoodycal, @jackhemmingz, @jeditrash, @knopeaf, @lucasouterspace, @lukehateblog, @lukeistrash, @lukeoffcial, @lukesofficial, @lukey


@mccallclifford, @merryclitormas, @michaelbubleofficial, @micool5sos, @mikeycliffrd, @moonoffical, @mtvgod, @nurseries, @nsfwclifford, @otpmalum, @paletropic, @poppunkspastel, @queenharrie


@redaphrodite, @rudegf, @sadaboutmichael, @sgntsbarnes, @sgntrogers, @snugmicheal, @swiftziam, @thiccmom, @thisis5sos, @witchoffical

if i’ve forgotten you im so sorry i probably forgot someone rip again i love all of you very much thanks for sticking with me :) 

radio silence. the one where i’ve reread tokyo ghoul and told toukasken about all the sad nice touken songs i’ve found

awake my soul; mumford & sons / dead flowers; coeur de pirate / don’t hate me; akmu / eye of the needle; sia/ fire meet gasoline; sia / gravity; hooverphonic / here; pharrell williams / howlin’ for you; the black keys / i will wait; mumford & sons / if i could chang your mind; haim / jet pack blues; fall out boy / just tonight; the pretty reckless / loin d’ici; coeur de pirate / now; trouble maker / la petite mort; coeur de pirate / radio silence; hooverphonic / see you soon; coldplay / seventeen; heathers the musical / slow dancing in a burning room; john mayer / stop the world i wanna get off with you; arctic monkeys / the wire; haim / work song; hozier / play!; galileo galilei / the song of the bandit and the gypsy; galileo galilei / 12:30; beast

if you guys could take a few minutes to read this and spread the word, it would be very appreciated. i honestly hate doing things like this, but there’s no other way I can get a lot of money.

hello, my name is alex. i am a trans agender autistic and neurodivergent teen.

lately i’ve been noticing that i’m starting to run out of clothes to wear, where they either don’t fit me, or make me feel very uncomfortable. however, i cannot afford to buy clothes that are more than $15+, and there really aren’t many clothes that are under $15. therefore, i am re-opening commissions and i’m asking for help.

if you are unable to buy my commissions, there are also other options:

  • donating money to my paypal (tpcartandcreations@gmail.com) if you wish to donate smaller amounts
  • signal boost
  • i also have a storenvy if you wanna check it out, but I currently have no shipping address yet, so there’s really no point in buying me stuff from there yet. i will update this journal when people are able to buy me stuff on there.

Commission info is at the bottom of the journal. if you wish to commission me, please go to my art website to fill out the commission form.