i hope i got the names right

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·· I was under the impression that quinces were bow-and-arrow using savages…But after witnessing that, I guess they’re quite civilized… ··

                                                           - Happy Birthday @vegeet // 2.28.17

psa for the yoi fandom: russian names & how to use them

Russian guides: masterpost | patronyms | terms of affection | answered asks

I’m going to start by swearing this isn’t me just complaining but a general resource for the Yuri on Ice fandom because I’ve noticed some mistakes in the naming conventions used among the fandom and want to help correct them. Especially in how the fandom treats diminutives. I absolutely love seeing the huge amount of interest in Russian diminutives, etc. in fanart and fics and hopefully this breakdown will help continue that trend and interest and even spur some more ideas in fandom content.

So let’s go through some important details below the cut!

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I need more hockey blogs to follow so please reblog if you’re a hockey blog!
Doesn’t even have to be all about hockey; if you make occasional hockey posts/reblogs here and there,that’s fine

First Time for Everything

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: smut, language, hilarity

Summary: (inspired by this post by @missjackil ) Sam’s never had a blowjob, so you take it upon yourself to convince Sam to let you give him his first ever blowjob.

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Dean loved to brag. He bragged about everything, from the perfectly executed execution of the monster on their latest hunt to how many beers he’d outdrank his brother by. Usually the latter ended with him toppling onto one of the two beds, slurring his way into a sleep that would last for a good twelve hours. Sometimes he bragged about the blowjob he’d gotten from the pretty bar waitress, betting Sam that “he’d probably never gotten a better blowjob.”

And it was true.

Sam hadn’t gotten a better blowjob because he’d never even gotten a blowjob.

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anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

(continued below the cut… <3 / / mobile link)

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Why is no one talking about MBLAQ’s current situation?!

It really is quite surprising to me that NO ONE has reported on what’s happening with MBLAQ right now. Like, it’s been several days since G.O spilled everything about the company just up and fucking disappearing on them, but I’ve seen not a word on any international KPop “news” outlets. Not even trash allkpop has made a post about it and they fucking LOVE anything that will cause drama…

WTF?!

A KPop idol revealing that their company screwed them over so badly that he doesn’t even want to be a singer anymore and that “You guys will have to prepare for a handkerchief when you guys learn that how much all three of us got hurt in the future“ is apparently not news??!?! A big name KPop group has been technically disbanded (a regrouping after military service seems likely, but it’s still unclear at this point) and no one even says anything?!?!!

This is equally the weirdest (no one is talking about it) and saddest (what actually happened) KPop situation I’ve seen in awhile. Ugh… I was never an A+, but I have always liked MBLAQ. I hope they serve well (G.O and Mir are enlisted now, Seungho will join them soon) and come back stronger. JTC never did right by them and everyone knows it; they deserve a new start.

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Miraculous | Ladybug and Cat Noir | The Love Square

     Lady luck tied two lovers together.
           But bad luck set them apart at odds and ends.

Well... Here’s the thing...

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1972

Request: Hi dear! I was hoping I could request a Peter Parker imagine where the Reader is super shy and is Tony’s niece and they are up late studying together at Peter and May’s apartment (the Reader and Peter are together) and she misses her curfew and May insists that she stays over since it’s late and Tony gets mad and protective when he finds out the next morning? It would just be really cute and Peter would worry about the Reader and make sure she is okay and feels safe with him? Made by @thecoffeestudyblr

A/N: Here you go! Sorry, Danielle and I haven’t posted in a while. We weren’t writing anything good, so we made the mutual decision to post when we can write something good, so we won’t post as often as we started. Please please PLEASE let us know if you have any criticism. We would love feedback, positive or negative. 


“Peter, I’m telling you, the answer is 2x,” you said, resisting the urge to throw your calculus book at the boy sprawled on the floor across from you. Peter sighed and shook his head, his eyes closed.

“(Y/N), I’m telling you, the answer is 3,” Peter answered, his tone calm and even. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he finally opened them, glancing at you. He seemed saddened by the fact that the two of you were disagreeing. You turned your gaze from Peter and his big doe brown eyes and stared at the pile of papers in front of your crossed legs.

“I did the thing minus the thingy over ‘h’,” You answered, staring at your paper, your insecurity over your math-solving skills creeping up. You buried your hands in your hair, refusing to look at Peter, knowing you were going to get that look; the look that made you weak at the knees and you completely melt inside. You felt Peter shift across the floor, careful not to touch your papers and crinkle them as he scooted over to sit next to you. You caught a whiff of his cologne; faint, but enough for you to notice. You savored the smell as Peter leaned over, planting his hand on the floor, behind your back, and tilted his head to look at your paper. You stiffened slightly at how close he was, but you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, so you tried to hide your thumping heart and trembly fingers as best you could.

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“Better luck next time.”


Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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theguardian.com
Jamie Shupe becomes first legally non-binary person in the US
Oregon judge granted the 52-year-old’s petition to identify as neither male nor female, a historic decision that completes Shupe’s gender transition
By Lauren Dake

I’m literally sitting on my couch choked up and nearly in tears.

As a nonbinary person I’ve never felt like I had any options to legally be myself.  It got to the point where I didn’t even want to bother with changing my name.  But if this is possible for me, if my ID and passport can one day say ‘nonbinary’ instead of male or female…

In the midst of all my fear and doubt and sadness, maybe there’s still hope for me to be able to be myself.

Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: first time they sleep apart/don't share breakfast/a day they only talk via text/etc — not for any angsty reason, just life and so they go about it like they've always done before but it just feels off (maybe they don't realise it straight away, maybe they do) because the other isn't there. just that quiet realisation of oh, this thing i used to do is not my life anymore because now i have him. bonus + that feeling of coming home when they are back in their routine

when magnus woke to a bleak grey sunrise and an empty bed, he had to say things felt a little bit off. the sun was an overexposed slit cut across a stormy sky as he rose from bed and checked his messages, the light spilling over his bare chest as he scrolled through his phone.

the night before he had gotten home late, house calls running deep past dinner and he missed alec just before he had to leave for patrol. he had assumed at some point in the night, alec would make his way back to the loft and he’d be woken by alec sliding into bed next to him to soak up his warmth. but when he woke to his alarm and an empty bed, he assumed that patrol had run on late and alec had slept at the institute.

checking alec’s messages confirmed that, three texts about how they’d found a nest of shax demons and he was too tired to make the trek back. that was no surprise, yet still it felt strange seeing as magnus couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t slept in the same bed together. he chalked it up to the grey sky outside putting him into a darker mood, sending alec a short message before he went for a long hot shower.

the water soothed him, sinking into tired muscles, the night before having done a number on him. he leaned his shoulder against the cool tiles as he let his mind drag over everything he had to do that day. he had two clients in an hour, then a meeting with the high warlock of manhattan, later he’d have plenty of potions to finish. his mind hummed with everything he had to remember as he made quick work of getting clean.

still, even after he was dressed and ready for the day, looking sharp in one of his dark well tailored suits, he couldn’t help this feeling that was hanging around the edges of his mind. even as he summoned himself some breakfast, leaning up against the edge of the balcony and staring out at the dark grey clouds that were just getting darker, there was something off.

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BTS Reaction - When their s/o calls them scared during the night/requested

Anonymous said: BTS react when their “love of life” calling to them in the middle of the night, crying, sobbing and being freaking scared 1)because she hear some noise in the flat 2)and maybe if I can another one react because she’s scared about storm (its me😂)

I’ll do this one first and the second one in another post! Enjoy!

Suga:

At first, he wouldn’t even stir in his sleep at the sound of his phone going off. But when he realized that it wasn’t going to stop, he grunted and rolled over to grab the phone off the nightstand. Without even checking the name, he answered quickly.

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi. I can’t sleep. I think there’s someone in my house.” You said, tears running down your cheeks. You were petrified that someone was walking around downstairs - you felt like you could hear heavy footsteps padding around the wooden floors.

Yoongi went from tired to worried, and his eyebrows scrunched together at your words.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just lock your bedroom door. It’ll be okay.”

Jin:

He was dreaming of sleeping beside you when his phone began to ring incessantly. Groggily, he’d turn over and grab the phone. Before answering, he’d let his eyes adjust to the sudden, bright light from the phone screen before scrunching his eyebrows together, thinking, “why is she calling so late?”

“Jin. Jin I think there is someone downstairs. I-I don’t remember locking my front door. I’m so scared,” you hiccuped, whispering so quiet that Jin really had to focus on your words.

“You’re sure? What can you hear?” Jin spoke hurriedly, ripping the covers off his body and stumbling down the stairs.

“I heard a cabinet closing and a crash, I don’t know what is happening. I already locked my door and I’m in the bathroom.”

“I’ll call the police. Stay where you are, I’ll come get you. It’ll all be okay, babe.”

Namjoon:

He was just in the other room. After a fight broke out between the two of you that night, he decided to sleep in the room down the hallway to give you some space. Since the room was so far from the downstairs area, he couldn’t hear the noise coming from the living room. 

When his phone rang, he wasn’t immediately awoken. It took two or three calls on your part to finally get him to wake up. His eyes hurt from the light, but he answered right away despite what had happened that night.

“Y/N, why are you calling me? I’m down the hallway.” He said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“There’s someone downstairs, Namjoon. I can hear it. Can you p-please-”

“What? Just stay in your room baby girl. I’m going to go look.”

J-Hope:

It would be extremely early in the morning when he was startled awake by your phone call, the shrill noise making his ears buzz. He’d ask himself, “why do I keep my phone under my pillow if this is what happens?”

When J-Hope saw your name flashing on his screen, he’d hurriedly press the phone to his ear without hesitation.

“Hello? Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Hoseok, I think there’s someone downstairs. I can hear them rummaging through the kitchen. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” You choked out, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair as he quickly got up to find his car keys. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Stay put. Nothing bad will happen, okay love?”

Jimin:

He would be right beside you when you awoke, startled by a crash coming from downstairs. Without further hesitation, you shook him by his shoulder and whispered, “Jimin, wake up. I think there’s someone downstairs.” 

He would turn over and look at you with a groggy, “What?” You’d point at the door as he shifted up and ran a hand through his hair, listening for any sounds coming from down the stairs. There was shuffling, and Jimin quickly looked back at you.

“Stay here, okay? Call the police, right now. We’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, kissing your cheek.

Taehyung:

When he saw your name on his phone, he would jump to answer it. There would be no reason for you to call unless there was something wrong - the two of you had a disagreement the night before and it was clear you didn’t want to speak to him

“Y/N?” He said clearly - he’d been awake all night worrying about you and if you were that angry at him.

“I-I don’t care about last night, there is someone downstairs and I’m so scared, Taehyung. C-can you call the police?”

His eyes grew wide at your words and immediately hopped out of bed. No socks, no shoes and in a tshirt and shorts, he got into his car.

“I’m going to hang up and call the police, okay? By then I’ll be at your house, alright? It’ll be okay, princess. Deep breaths.” 

Jungkook:

He’d just be going to bed when he got a call from you. He answered casually, his toothbrush in his mouth. When he heard your worried, rushed words, he stopped moving all together.

“Someone is in my house, Jungkook. I-I’m, I can’t-” You stuttered, your eyes threatening to let tears spill.

“Hey, don’t cry. You need to call the police. I’ll be there right away, I love you very much, just know everything will be okay.” He said, putting his toothbrush down and rushing out of his room.

With All My Heart - Part 3

Word Count: 2266

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”

“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”

“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?

“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”

You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

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