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anonymous asked:

I don't have a problem with cait and julian becoming friends but I'm really upset they forgot about julian and barry? Like I know they weren't good friends but after the reveal I really hoped they would interact more.

S A M E, I was so mad when cait was the one who went after julian to invite him to the west house on christmas episode? or when she invited him to join team flash? GOD julian and barry went out for drinks and next day julian was back to being a complete asshole but he goes with caitlin and he’s a softie?

I mean I do understand their bond, it’s something they don’t share with anyone else, but I’m so sad they basically ignored all the progress allenbert could have made. And yeah ok I ship them romantically but it’s not only because of that, I feel like they could be more friendly, in fact julian is being more friendly but it’s like they barely talk to each other, tho mostly this season barry barely interacts with anyone who isn’t iris or wally.

You know the problem with snowbert friendship is that while I’m happy for them and I think it’s a good thing they at least have one person who actually cares about the other, I can’t help but worry it will turn into something romantic.


Goryeo’s Best Dressed: 13th Prince, Baek Ah

  • if you did something purely for the fun of it today i am proud of you
  • if you treated yourself to your favourite food today i am proud of you
  • if you bought something pretty for yourself today i am proud of you
  • if you remembered to take your meds and eat today i am proud of you
  • if you did your laundry or made your bed today i am proud of you
  • if you read or painted or wrote something today i am proud of you
  • if you wore your comfiest sweater today i am proud of you
  • if you drank lots of water or took a walk today i am proud of you 
  • if you told yourself you look good today i am proud of you 
  • if you treated yourself with kindness today i am proud of you
  • for all the small achievements that no one else sees i am proud of you, and i hope you are, too.

Heads up, fam: a user on Reddit made a really cool event items checklist for the Halloween event, and now they’ve made one for Winter Wonderland! This is what it looks like:

The original Reddit post is here. The link to download this image on a larger scale and in high quality (on Imgur) is here

I like to keep track of what I earn in-game as neatly and orderly as possible, so I love checklists like this. I thought I’d share in case anyone else wants to keep track of their goodies like I do, so I hope this helps y’all!

Can you believe I had never drawn these four all together before

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Originally posted by mayfifolle

Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content

“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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“One Person Can Do A Lot” 14 Million Subscribers Poem

Jack has helped me smile again

And he’s nothing short of a good friend

Cold, dark depression surrounded, but he

Kept me from drowning

Saw me through my hardest days

Every pain just seemed to fade

Playing games and making me laugh

Tears dried up as he warmed my heart

I thought I was worth nothing but he

Cared about and believed in me

Every time that I was sad

You, Jack, made me feel less bad

Eventually I didn’t hate myself

1 person can do a lot

4 someone else

My life is so much brighter now

It’s far from perfect, but I’m learning how to

Look at things so differently

Look for positivity

I’m following my YouTube dream

Only because you inspired me

Never had the confidence

Starting seemed so pointless

Until one day, I decided to try

Best decision of my life

So thank you for what you give to me

Courage, hope and positivity

I know these things are of no price

But just what I needed most in life

Every time I thank you, Jack, I

Really mean it, to the moon and back! You

Saved me.

A Hopeful Christmas Wish (J-Hope Birthday Project)

Hi everyone as the day winds to an end I have decided to do something about the Hoseok Birthday Project. My wish was to make sure Hoseok knew that he was loved by all ARMYs. I did not receive enough submissions so i’m doing something that will hopefully change that. I want Hoseok to be as happy as possible and always know that we love and appreciate him. To make my wish come true…

I have made all submissions 100% FREE

That’s right….it’s now free of charge to submit your items for the scrapbook. (donations are still being accepted btw)

In order to submit all you have to do is send message me one of the following:

  1. Fanart (no limit to how many you can send) 
  2. Letters 
  3. Messages of encouragement 
  4. Pictures of you wearing Merch 
  5. Anything else that comes to mind 

along with your first name and where you are from. The deadline is still January 18 so i hope i get enough submissions by then. Please reblog this or send this to as many fans as possible. I really hope this post can spread to many many people because i would love for Hoseok to see how much he is appreciated by his fans. 

Thank you <3~

anonymous asked:

dragon age inquisition companions reacting to the inquisitor being ill? (thank you so much!!! i love your guys reactions!!)

Cassandra: She orders them back into bed and has them lie down. She doesn’t want anyone else to get sick and wants them to rest and get better. She asks if they’d like any books to keep them occupied and hopes they get well soon. If Romanced: She hangs around his quarters, reading from a book (perhaps poetry) as her beloved coughs and sits in bed, complaining and miserable. “You will be alright,” she reassures, “just relax. I am here.”

Blackwall: He visits them in their quarters to check on them and asks how they’re feeling. He abashedly scratches the back of his neck when they reply. “Right, foolish question. Just rest up, we need you back with us.” If Romanced: He spends the whole damned time she’s sick with her, not worried in the least if he gets sick as well. She voices her concerns over it, and he just smiles wryly. “It’d hardly be the worst thing in the world, my lady. I’ve survived far worse.”

Iron Bull: If they’re out and about, he’ll haul them back to bed and tell them to rest. He has the kitchen make them something hot to clear out their lungs. At some point, he visits them and offers some of his hot cocoa. “A hot drink will clear out your lungs,” he says cheerfully, “my tamassran would always make us drink and eat hot food and it worked. Feel better soon, Boss!” If Romanced: He hangs out with them most of the day. Every ten minutes or so, he makes them drink some tea. They groan and complain, but they do it, and they feel a lot better in a surprisingly short time. When they pass out, he gently tucks them in and leaves them be.

Sera: She drops by now and then to check on them, and she winces when they cough. “Ugh, that’s bad. Sounds and looks like it. Feel better soon, we need you.” She knows they’re bored, so she’ll talk with them for awhile until they start nodding off again. If Romanced: She spends much more of her day up in her girlfriend’s room, wanting to ensure they don’t get any more ill than they already are. “I need you to be good again. Soon. Please? It’s no fun pranking without you.” She makes her eat even if she doesn’t want to and makes sure that she rests.

Varric: He drops by now and then with updates about what’s going on around the keep– wry remarks and snark– and it makes them smile. He’ll also regale them with stories about when Hawke was sick and the sort of shit they tried to pull, and it makes them laugh, and feel a little better. He also sends them some books to keep them busy.

Cole: He was the first to sound the alarm on them being sick. “Weary, lungs shaking, hot fire burning in my throat, nose stuck and still, a sticky feeling all over. You have a cold.” They wouldn’t rest after he came to them and told them he felt their pain, so he told the healer. The healer did a quick examination, agreed, and send the Herald up to rest. He visits them from time to time with whatever they need, if they run low on anything. “You should be better soon,” he says, “everyone is worried…”

Dorian: He visits them periodically and attempts to use his magic to help their symptoms. In the meanwhile, he shares gossip about other people in the Inquisition to keep them entertained. If they so much as smile, he’s happy. “Ah, and a beautiful smile comes out,” he says cheekily, “you’ll be back to normal in no time!” If Romanced: He fusses over him more than he would like to admit. He nags him a lot more to take his medicine and listens to his complaints sympathetically. He’s relieved when he can get him to sleep and rest– he wants his amatus better again as soon as possible.

Solas: He has remarkably little experience with the common cold, but he tries to help with their symptoms with a few spells. He urges them to rest and sleep as much as possible– it will let their body recover while they roam in the Fade. He does ask Josephine if she would like any assistance in the meanwhile. If Romanced: He frets over his vhenan endlessly, checking on her in waking hours repeatedly and asking her how she’s feeling. She assures him that she’ll be fine, but it does little to soothe him. He takes to visiting her in the Fade, sleeping as much as she does, and is happy to see her cold symptoms, for the most part, do not plague her there. He will dream with her as long as it takes for her to get better.

Vivienne: She drops by periodically with elfroot potions to ease their symptoms. It tastes foul, like very bitter cough syrup, but they ingest it at her behest. She orders the kitchen to make them tea and soup regularly, like Bull– it will make them feel better. “Feel better soon, Darling,” she says very gently as they begin to slip back into sleep when she’s about to leave, “we need you back with us.”

Leliana: She actually places someone by their quarters to make sure they don’t try to escape their room– she doesn’t want them to get more ill than they already are, and doesn’t want them to spread their disease. She has the healer bring her updates on their condition, and she doesn’t worry as long as they don’t get worse. She does drop by at least once, though, to tell them she hopes they get better soon.

Cullen: He tries his best to help Josephine with some of the work left over when he’s not too busy. He considers posting an extra guard by their door, but Leliana assures him that she has it covered. He manages to visit them at least once, and he tells them he hopes they feel better soon. If Romanced: He’s stressed, to say the least. As soon as he’s done with work, he’s off to be by her side. He drops by the kitchen and has them make a specific recipe for chicken noodle soup, the same recipe his mother made him and his siblings when they were sick. He’s willing to make it himself, or he would be, if the chefs didn’t shoo him out. When he has to get to work, he leaves only very reluctantly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he goes.

Josephine: She can handle work while the Inquisitor is ill– she doesn’t want them out and about. A sick Inquisitor does not look good to visitors. She strictly forbids them from being disturbed about work, and takes on an increased workload just to make sure of that. When the Herald finds out, they thank her profusely, and she just smiles. “Just take care of yourself, Inquisitor. We all want you at your best.” If Romanced: She takes on the workload, and continuously asks for information about her beloved. She’s stressed and worries about them constantly, and whenever she can spare a moment, she’s off to check on them. The Inquisitor wryly tells her to relax, lest she get sick, too, and she sighs. “I don’t know that I can, my love. Not while you are ill.”

Too Hot with BTS / / Min Yoongi

Originally posted by gotjimin

Word count: 3157

(( After spending the past four months in Seoul, South Korea, studying abroad with your college, and being an intern and observer for the oh so very popular group Bangtan Sonyeondan (another role you had to participate in with your college), you were invited to a New Year’s Eve party at the BigHit Entertainment Studios, as a way of the company saying thank you for not only your hard work, but for also being a good friend to BTS and being there for them whether they needed someone to talk to, or a right hand man for a harmless prank. You made relationships through this trip and hope to keep them for as long as you possibly could, However, you didn’t think those relationships would ever escalate into something else, until one unique game causes a twist of events ))

      “No,” you simply say to Jimin, shaking your head. “I’m not participating in that.” Jimin’s mouth dropped, his face that once gleamed with hope slowly shattering into defeat. “What?!” He exclaimed, his arms stretched out in shock. “Why not? It’ll be so much fun.” You simply shook your head, rolling your eyes a bit at his argument. “Jimin, I am not playing Too Hot with you guys.”

      You were familiar with the game, having played it once or twice back at home. You spin a bottle and whoever the bottle lands on, the two of you have to kiss without stopping or touching. If you touch the player, you lose and the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. Although you’ve played it before, that didn’t mean that this game was a favorite of yours. The last time you played it, actually, it was full of couples, you being the odd one, and that made you even more uncomfortable than the first time round.

      “Okay,” Jimin started, scratching the back of his head and looking towards the floor. “I know this isn’t the ideal game you want to play with us, but look.” He nodded his head toward the group and you turned yours to face it, seeing the boys all sitting down in a circle with six girls, old friends of theirs before they debuted, chatting to one another. “This is the most we’ve interacted with girls in a long time,” Jimin continued. “Due to our busy schedules, we don’t get to do as much as regular guys. That includes talking to girls, going on dates, finding a girlfriend. Some of us haven’t even had a serious relationship yet, and we’re all about to be in our twenties.

      “This game might help us change that. I already know Taehyung has his eyes on one of the girls in there. But we can’t play since there’s not an even number of boys and girls. Please, (y/n). We just need one more girl and we can play. If you’d like, you can spin the bottle first and get it over with. It’s better than sitting there with the stress of not knowing if you’ll have a turn or not.”

      Jimin’s eyes stared into yours, and you released a heavy sigh, for no one can say no to angel Park Jimin. You nodded your head and threw away the cup you were drinking from into the trashcan next to you. “Fine,” you complied, raising you hands in defeat. “Let’s do this. But I’m spinning first to get it over with. And the moment anyone leaves the circle, I’m leaving as well.” A smile grew on Jimin’s face as his hand grabbed your wrist, immediately walking towards the circle. “Thank you, (y/n)!” He said, dragging you along. “About time you said yes. They’ve been waiting long enough.” You could practically sense the smirk forming on his face as those words left his mouth. You rolled your eyes, a scoff following immediately afterward, as you joined the circle and sat down, the boys clapping and cheering for you, thanking you for joining the game so they could start.

      You noticed as you joined the game that you weren’t the only person that didn’t seem fully intrigued with the idea. When you sat down, you saw Suga sitting across from you, irritation and regret plastered onto his face, though it seemed he was trying his very best to hide it. You knew Suga was not the type of person to participate in these types of games. When it came to romance and affection overall, it wasn’t really his forte. He ran his hand messily through his hair, clearly showing his annoyance towards the other members and to this game. As you watched him, all you could think was “I’m with you, babe.”

      As Suga looked up, he noticed you across from him, sitting criss cross, your elbow resting on your upper leg, your chin resting on your palm. You sent him of annoyance and sympathy, as if to say, “Do we seriously have to do this?” He responded with a shrug of his shoulders and a roll of his eyes, as if to agree and say, “This is so ridiculous. They’re so ridiculous.”

     Before you could do anything else, a bottle landed in front of you, making a clanking noise as it wobbled against the floor. You looked up and saw Jimin, proudly smirking. “(y/n) has happily volunteered to go first.” A chorus of “ooohs” and claps filled the room while you scoffed to yourself, only Suga noticing. “Now remember,” Jimin continued, “If a minute passes and neither have touched one another, then they stop and the bottle just goes to the next person. Neither will win.” Once it quieted down and Jimin sat down next to Jungkook, he looked at you and gestured towards the bottle. “Whenever you’re ready.”

       As you closed your eyes slowly and opened them back up in irritance, letting out a breath, you grabbed the bottle and placed it in the center, giving it a good spin. You wondered how Suga would react to the bottle landing on him as it spun around and around. Would he roll his eyes and scoff? Perhaps stand up and leave the game? Or would he actually step out of his comfort zone and go in for the shot? Well, you didn’t need to wonder any longer because, why, what better way to find out than have the bottle land on the man himself?

       The entire circle went silent, other than Jimin trying to contain his giggles and someone muttering, “oh shit.” You weren’t sure how you felt about this because even though you wouldn’t mind kissing someone as breathtaking as Suga, you didn’t quite know how he felt about kissing you. In fact, you were quite worried. You honestly were sure he would just roll his eyes, shake his head, and simply say “no.” Suga simply kept a blank face, however, and placed the bottle aside, scooting towards the center of the circle. He raised his eyebrows at you, his way of telling you to come closer to him, and you complied. You could hear a girl in the circle gasp, along with a few “ooohs” from others, and Jin asking, “Wait, is he really going to do this?”

       As you were now sitting in front of Suga, mimicking his criss-cross position, your knees touching, he looked into your eyes before opening his mouth to speak, the other players in the circle too busy talking to each other about what just happened to notice. “Look,” he started, “I know we both don’t want to be in this circle right now, but let’s get this over with, and then we can both leave this game. It’s a win for the both of us. Alright?” You nod your head while pursing your lips, slightly blushing from his stare and low voice. He took a deep breath before beginning to lean in slowly, you following suit. You closed your eyes and just decided to let it happen.

       Out of all the kisses you’ve had in your life, none of them felt the way Suga’s kiss did. There was just something about it that made it feel so taboo and risky. You hadn’t the slightest idea why; it just did. Whatever it was, one thing was for certain: it felt fucking indescribable. And you definitely wanted more. It started as one kiss, then it became another, and another, and another. It seemed Suga wasn’t bothered by it either, because he never pulled away once. In fact, he slightly initiated each upcoming kiss. For a moment, you swore you could feel him smile against your lips. You began to lean so far in that you began to fall forward, your hands having to rest on the floor on either side of him. This continued for about forty five seconds, you two being so passionate in the kiss, you could barely hear everyone in the circle chanting and howling. You were so focused on Suga’s lips, that it surprised you when his hands cupped your face, pulling you even more.

       Your eyes widened, the entire circle gasping and cheering. Suga noticed your shock when he felt your lips froze, pulling away and, hesitantly, pulling away his hands. The other members began to clap and cheer for him, patting down on his back and you scooted away, your blush spreading like wildfire. Suga looked at you and shrugged, as if to say, “Looks like you’re the winner.” He stood up and walked outside to the patio, several cheers still being heard as he stood and looked out over the city. The other members just rolled their eyes and chuckled at each other. Classic Suga behavior, of course. Soon enough, one of the members, J-Hope you thought it was, took the bottle and rolled it to the player next to you, allowing the game to further progress.

       Eventually, after letting the game continue, and your blush died down, you stood up and left the game to go grab a drink. As you poured yourself a cup, you observed Suga outside, just standing and looking out at the city in the night. He really was handsome. The city lights hit his face just right, and he had a natural glow on the top of his cheekbone, his pale skin practically glistening. You stared down at your drink for a bit, and after a bit of hesitation, you set your drink down on the table and walked past the other party guests and the circle for the game. You slid open the door to the patio and slipped out quietly, walking towards him until you were by his side. The two of you stood there, letting the silence almost eat you alive, until he eventually opened his mouth to speak.

       "So that happened,“ Suga said, not taking his eyes off the view. You let out a small sigh as you also looked out at Seoul lighting up the night. "Yeah.” There was a bit of a moment of silence before he broke it to ask you a question. “Was it as enjoyable for you as it was enjoyable for me?” That got you to turn your head towards him, the blush creeping back onto your face once again. You stood there for a moment, trying to find the right words to say, then decided that nothing but the blunt truth would be the best with him. “If we’re being entirely honest,” you replied, “that wasn’t like any other kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” He turned his head towards you, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a good thing?” he asked. You let a little smile tug at your lips while you looked back into his eyes. “That’s a great thing.”

       He stared back into your eyes while fighting a smile back with a smirk, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. He looked back inside to see the game continuing, remembering the results from your round. “Well,” Suga said, taking a deep breath. “You did win. So now, you get to do whatever you want to me. But please, nothing too crazy. I am an idol with a reputation to hold.” You scoffed at his last sentence, rolling your eyes playfully. “Well,” you explained, “I don’t exactly have a plan for the night, but first-” you looked at the crowd inside, then turned back to him “-how about we get out of here? Head over to my place? It might save you a few hours of not having to hear your members tease you about what just went down.” A little chuckle escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. “That would actually be great.”

       The distance from your college building and BigHit’s building was actually not that far; you and Suga decided to just walk there. Luckily, when you were leaving, it wasn’t a struggle to go unnoticed by everyone, since they were so captivated by the current round involving Jimin. As the two of you walked, you didn’t say a single word. But it wasn’t awkward. It was actually rather relaxing and comfortable. It was the type of silence you shared with a close friend, or with a soulmate, a mutual silence that two people indulged in together.

       You entered the building, took the elevator up to the third floor, and eventually made your way to your dorm, putting the key in the lock and turning it. You stepped inside, allowing Suga to step in as well, turning on the light and closing your door. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” you tell him. Suga walked towards your bed and sat on it, his legs hanging over the edge, his palms resting on the bed behind him, his head cocked to the side, his eyes looking at you. It didn’t even occur to you that you were starting to stare.

       "You alright?“ he asked, raising his eyebrows. You snapped out of it, clearing your throat and giggling nervously, the blush setting in yet again. "Yeah,” you answered, “it’s just, well- has anyone told you how breathtaking you really are, Suga?” You figured you might as well let him know. He shook his head letting his smile win, releasing a breathy laugh before looking back at you. “You can just call me Yoongi. But thank you. You’re very beautiful, yourself.” That caused another eye roll from you, also shaking your head. “Bullshit.” He furrowed his brows. “I’m serious. You’re possibly the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” Your blush became deeper, and he seemed to take a notice of it, another laugh coming out of him. “Come on, what is it you want to do to me? You must’ve thought of something by now.”

       This was a side of Yoongi you’ve haven’t really seen much before. You’ve seen it sometimes around the fans, but mainly, you see the side of him that’s more as if he has a wall built up in front of him. The side that’s more cocky, tough, and cool. You rarely get to see this side. The side that’s more sweet, more kind, more gentle and easygoing. It’s a beautiful side of Yoongi that he sometimes locks up. The thought of it made you relax a little bit, as you thought about the question he asked. “I have no idea what I want to do, actually,” you respond. He let out a groan as he fell back onto the bed, his body spread across it. “Then I guess we came here for nothing.” He let out a sigh through a lip trill as he stared up at the ceiling. You sighed and held back a giggle from his childlike behavior as you walked to your computer and turned on your Spotify. You looked through all the playlists you had made for each member until you found the one made for him and pressed play.

       The song “Too Much” by Drake softly came through your speakers. “Oh, can you turn it up?” Yoongi asked. “I like this song.” You did as he asked before turning on your Christmas lights that surrounded your room and turning off the main light. You could see Yoongi place his arms behind his head, nodding to the rhythm, his eyes closed. “This is chill,” he simply said. “I like it.” You walked over to the bed and sat next to him, criss-cross on the bed. You just watched him as he listened to your music. This was really Yoongi in his essence. Relaxed, at peace, and listening to music. It’s what makes Yoongi, Yoongi. As you looked at him, admiring his presence, and enjoying his company, something dawned upon you.

       "I have an idea,“ you state, looking down at the calm young man. He opened up one eye to look at you, raising his eyebrows. You bit your lip hesitantly before moving on. "Since I can’t think of what I want to do to you,” you explained, “I want to have you do whatever you want to do to me.” His other eye opened at this, turning over to prop his upper part of his body up on his elbow.

       "Really?“ He asked, eyebrows still raised. You nodded quietly, pursing your lips. He turned his body more over to your side so he could fully face you. "Is that even allowed in the game?” You shrugged. “I don’t think it really matters,” you replied. “It’s not like we’re breaking the law or anything.” Yoongi sat up and mimicked your sitting position, just like how you two were sitting during the game back at BigHit, and rested his hands on the bed. “That’s true,” he simply stated. You smiled softly before looking down at your fingers, playing with them nervously. “So,” you started. “… What do you want to do?" 

        He let out sigh, but it wasn’t out of annoyance. He leaned forward and eyed you up and down slowly before reaching out his right hand and gently held onto a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers. It felt as if you couldn’t move the tiniest bit; you were completely frozen. He released your hair from his fingers, moving them to your cheek, grazing it ever so softly. He tried to contain a smirk at the feeling of heat radiating off your cheeks as he leaned in a bit closer. "I might be wrong,” he started, “but I think we were interrupted in the middle of something quite great.” He placed both hands on your cheeks and leaned in closer, leaving you left practically paralyzed from his actions. “Good thing I can now finish where I left off without anyone getting in the way,” he whispered, your lips practically touching. “Now, where were we?”

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hi!! my name is adelaide, addie for short, and this is my first time posting a bangtan scenario on tumblr! way to bring in the new year!! i love bts very very much, i’ve pictured a plethora of scenarios with each member in my head, so i figured i should just write them! i plan on maybe making this into a series with all the members of bts. another member’s story is already done, i just need to go over it and see what else needs to be done (also see if anyone likes this or not lmao). i might also write a continuation of this scenario, which i plan on making a smut. the reason why i’m ending it here is because, to be frank, i have never written smut before, and i want to become a bit more confident in my writing before doing that. anywho, i hope you enjoyed this and here’s to more writings in the future!!

- addie.xx


“Hello, love. I hope I didn’t interupt anything important,” Klaus’ smooth accent made you smile, he really wasn’t worried about interupting you. You knew he worried about you, especially after you had gotten into serious relationship with him. Klaus was, well, he wasn’t the easiest one to be with but somehow you understood him, at least better than anyone else did. Being in serious relationship was new to both of you and Klaus seemed to always make sure you’ld be fine, no matter what.
“No, I was just going through some old documents, nothing important. Is everything alright?”
“I should be the one asking that, love.”

This world is a beautiful place. People are amazing. Good is all around us and we all desperately want to embrace it. Everyone just wants to be happy and live with peace of mind. I really hope I’m alive one day to see this tranquility and to see good overcome the evil cunts in this world. Because shit is so unfair for the majority of the world and it doesn’t need to be like this. We as people are all bonded and connected, we should be looking after this earth and living amongst each other peacefully. Nothing else makes sense. Chasing after man made concepts and destroying the beauty around us for what, what do we truly gain? Nothing. The oceans are dirty, the air is polluted, the animals are becoming extinct and blood is being split over natural resources. Like wdf are we doing…? It’s all a mess.
Like the quote says.. “Only when the last tree is has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught, will we realise that we can’t eat money”

Taking My Life Away Part 19 ~end~

Originally posted by chrisstmaself

Originally posted by drama---llama

Summary: Reader gets a job in a new city forcing her to leave her best friend behind. Or not.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1832

A/N: This is it! It’s super cheesy and I really hope I didn’t disappoint anybody! I wanted this to be an even 20 parts, so if anybody wants like, and epilogue about the future I’ll write one if I get enough feedback. Again, thank you everybody for reading!! If you ever wanna be tagged in anything else that I write please let me know!!

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The Mistress - Optional Bias

Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it! 

It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.

You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.  

“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.

“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“

“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.

“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.

“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.

“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.

“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs.  You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.

“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.

“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again.  You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.

“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.

“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.

“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.  

You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate.  By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.

“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.

“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.  

“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.

“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.

“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.

“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.

“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.

“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.

“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.  

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.

He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.

“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?

“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.

“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.

“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.

“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Same time tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered.

“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.

Found What I Need

Originally posted by malfoypotterpoems

Characters: Y/n, Draco, Neville

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Word count: 1672

Warnings: Angst, death of family member, sadness, little bit of fighting, comforting, fluff.

Summary: Draco notices the sadness in Y/n’s eyes, even when no one else does. 

A/N: This was a request from anon​ - Sooo I might totes wanna request a Draco x Hufflepuff!male reader ;v; The reader being a very outgoing, short, slightly chubby and uplifting person. The reader is also close friends with Neville, I’m a sucker for angst and fluff so combining those things would be perf too. Made it gender neutral and didn’t do the whole chubby short appearance, cos I never really use descriptions when it comes to the reader. Hope u don’t mind!! And hope u like it!

Tagged Peeps: @lucifer-in-leather@cubs2019-blog 


“Neville! Wait up!”

You ran to him, holding your books tight to your chest as he smiled back at you.

“Hey, y/n”, Neville greeted, sounding…strange.

You, of course, noticed it.

Neville was your best friend.

Sure, he might have been clumsy, forgetful and just downright ditzy. But he was your best friend.

He had been since you started at Hogwarts.

So you knew when he wasn’t feeling well, or when something was on his mind.

And right now, he definitely had something that was bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone practically demanding an answer from him, yet still comforting.

That’s what you were like. Everyone knew you as the cheery one. The optimist. The uplifting one.

Hell, you even tried to help out Slytherin’s when they needed it.

You were outgoing and tried to be there for everyone whenever they needed someone to talk to, even if they weren’t the type most people thought deserved any sympathy.

But Neville was still your best friend and you’d get to the bottom of this.

He sighed, feeling your stare, his shoulders dropping as he played with his robe.

“I…uh…I lost my wand”, he mumbled, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he avoided your eyes.

You smiled at his cuteness, nudging him with your shoulder as you pushed him forward.

“Come on, moron. Time to hunt for a wand”, you said dramatically, making a small laugh escape Neville.

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Sometimes I walk off stage and wonder if it was really necessary that I talked about my recovery in that particular situation, like do I always have to find a way to mention it? But then as I was leaving the venue last night one women told me she was 6 months sober and she had that wild look in her eye of someone who is still holding on tight. Someone else told me she is coming up on 4 years and she appreciated my openness. A dad came up to me and told me that his son is currently in a dual diagnosis inpatient treatment center and it made him hopeful to know that a dual diagnosis program helped me. So now, with immense amounts of gratitude, I am thinking about the people who I heard speak from the stage about recovery when I first stopped drinking. Monday will be 18 years off the sauce for me. And even if it’s not relevant to most of the audience or feels a bit redundant I’m gonna keep talking about it. Just in case. Because I know.

Love and service.

***To be totally transparent - I have smoked pot a few times since I quit drinking and was reminded why I was never really a pot smoker. I hate it. I also tried mushrooms twice a few years ago. I discussed it before and after with my psychiatrist. She thought it might pop the cork on a lot of shit I had deeply bottled up. (It did). So this is why I don’t claim to have been sober for 18 years but rather I say “off the sauce”.