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The A-mew-sing Sequel To Adrien’s Game

This time, there are only four episodes covered but a lot of pictures so I’m adding a “read more”…eventually.  Also, Ladybug is on Netflix!  Go watch.  Here we go with the next four eps!

The last time we left our boy Adrien, he was developing his flirting technique with the lovely Marinette.  Or not.  It’s fun to speculate though, right?  Right?!

…ANYway, let’s see how he tops the almost kiss.

 In “Darkblade” (Le Chevalier Noir):

  • Marinette decides to run against Chloe for class something-or-other
  • To the utter delight of 95% of the class
  • That’s right man, just play it cool…

In “The Mime” (Le Mime):

  • Hey, I didn’t know y’all were gonna be here too lol!
  • Smooth move, dude.  Just play it off like you had NO IDEA.

Our cat son heats things up below the cut!

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I read Love Needs An Audience by @catchclaw and though I normally don’t like reading stories in the format of a play, I loved this fic. 

There’s just something about the way the author sets the scenes and mood that I found really beautiful.
So naturally I couldn’t resist trying to draw a scene. Not sure if I managed to put down on paper (well technically glass since it’s done on my iPad) the way I see it in my mind, but for now I’m happy with it.

Painting done in Procreate on top of a low opacity image of Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’

“Once everybody else was gone, I felt, okay, the show was over. “It’s just me and you now,” I whispered to my wife.

I stood there crying and looking at her for a minute. Then I gave Selena a kiss on the forehead and stroked her hand. She looked so comfortable and peaceful lying there in the coffin that I just wanted to get in there with her and lie down beside her, put my arm around her, close the top, and say, “Let’s Go.”

After a few minutes, though, I got the ring out of my pocket and put it on Selena’s wedding ring finger. Then I got down on my knees right there and said a prayer, the tears still streaming down my face, and said my last good-bye.” - Chris Perez (To Selena, With Love)


Losing you is a sold-out movie:
No big deal, just kind of a bummer.

Aaron Tveit singing Desert Island Top 5 Breakups at Paramount (x)


“I don’t know about you, but I find it pretty overwhelming keeping on top of it all – there’s the WhatsApp group with all the Call the Midwife girls … they’re champions in my life though – and we could all use more of those.” - Laura Main

anonymous asked:

Sex with Chanyeol please?

Sex with Chanyeol.

  • Soft dom, not really into power play. (likes having control though).
  • I just feel like he wants to have control.
  • Likes you on top.
  • K but he would get turned on by the most random things.
  • Like you’d be cooking and he would be like ‘?? why is my girl so hot??’
  • A lot of cursing and praising.
  • Loves it when you give him oral, a lot. He likes giving you oral too although he prefers using his fingers so that he can kiss you.
  • Has some kinks, more vanilla.
  • Grunts and heavy breaths.
  • I feel like Chanyeol would love it when you give him blowjobs.
  • Like really love it. 
  • His eyes would be shut tight and he would be thrusting into your mouth.
  • Lowkey kisses you after you blowed him.
  • He is freaky like that.
  • He loves it when you crawl for him
  • I don’t know why but he does.
  • He’d kiss your nose a lot.
  • Sweet sex with lots of giggles.
  • Lazy sex is probably his favorite but he would like rough sex too.
  • After sex, he’d fall down next to you, a big grin on his face. Still in bliss.
My Top 5 Ships
  1.  Stydia

This fucking ship. The goddamn slowburn. 90 episodes. We waited 90 episodes for them to become canon.

Originally posted by wolfies-love

      2.  Dramione

This is not canon and it’s not from a tv show but honestly I ship Draco and Hermione so much. I just love them together.

Originally posted by keepyourtwocents

       3. Bellarke

These two lovestruck idiots aren’t canon–yet. But they’re getting there and they are actually married.

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

       4. Zutara

Ten years have passed since the A:TLA ended and I’m still salty they never happened. (Even though that was the original plan smh).

Originally posted by danielvillalobosg

       5. Faberry

You can say whatever you want but Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray are so gay for each other. Fight me on that.

Originally posted by lexa-kom-skaikru

        + Bughead

It’s not one of my five because it’s still too recent and I have no clue where it’s going but they’re so cute and I love them so I had to include them.

Originally posted by yesitsafangirlthing

Princess of Themyscira: Part 3

AN: I re-wrote this twice. I love how it turned out though.

Words: 1564

Part One, Part Two

    Your entire body aches, but you can’t find any anger for the feeling. It’s a good sort of pain, the kind that says your body has been worked and your muscles have been stretched. You might even go as far as to say it’s a good feeling.

    There’s just one little problem, there’s a mound of bodies lying on top of you, and sand sticking to your skin. An early morning training session had very quickly turned into an all day hunting game with you as the prey. The sheer fact that you had managed to evade this particular group of Amazons for hours on end was impressive and you knew it.

    Artemis, Io, Calyce, Hellene, and Euboea knew you better than almost anyone you’d ever met. The only exception would have had to have been your parents, and perhaps Alfred. This group of women had become your closest friends, they were your sisters; and the fact that they had done their very best to keep you distracted today meant the world to you.

    Eventually, the hurt turned to actual pain and you were forced to crawl out of the dog pile. Once you were free, you stood and turned to face your friends. They were just as dirty and sweaty as you were, and you were all covered in sand.

    But your heart is light and free, and that’s something to be said, especially on today of all days. “Well that was fun.”

    Artemis grins at you, “This is just the start, little sister! We still have the entire night!” You glance back at the others, at Io, Calyce, Hellene, and Euboea. They’re all smiling, but you can see the sadness there, hidden under their smiles.

    You take a deep breath and glance up at the sky, at the sunset, “Hard to believe it’s already been three years.”

    Euboea crawls over to you and places a hand on your shoulder, “Once enough time passes you’ll begin to lose the years, Little One. Time will pass seamlessly.”

    You smile at your mother’s old friend, and your new one. All of the women surrounding you had been friends with your mother. Had cared for her. Io had even loved her. You sometimes wondered if their devotion to you, their sisterhood, came out of obligation to your mother or out of caring for you.

    In the past three years, you had truly become one of the Amazons. They had accepted you, cared for you, and trained you. You were rarely alone, and no matter where their dedication came from, you loved your sisters.

You decide to change the subject, “I’m officially sick of the beach.”

Artemis smirks, “You love the beach,

you just hate the sand.”

“Fair enough.” Without another word,

you run straight for the water. The water is clear and cool, and the moment you’re underneath, the rest of the world vanishes. You have several seconds of perfect silence before there are five splashes, and you’re brought back.

You push above the water and take

a deep gulp of air, before slicking your hair back from your face. You stare at your laughing sisters before diving back under and rinsing the rest of the sand away.

You listen to them talk back and forth to each other for a while, before swimming back to shore. The long walk home is filled with talk about the previous day’s spars, and the feast being prepared for dinner. You listened a bit absentmindedly, adding input where you could, and doing your best to not show just how deep your thoughts were going.

    The six of you split up once you reach the city, so that you can bathe and change in time for the banquet that night. You make your way down the streets silently. You greet your fellow sisters, and watch as they interact. They laugh and talk, and seem so carefree that you can’t help but smile.

    Your home sits in the middle of the city, guarded by your mother’s royal guard. You’re given smiles at your return, and more than one chuckles at your appearance. Your grandmother is waiting for you, the amusement clear on her face. “Welcome home, my little moon and stars, I see you had an adventurous day.”  

    You smile, “To say the least. I am in dire need of a bath.”

    “One has been prepared for you, we will dine once you are finished.”

    Without another word, you make your way to the bathing area. There are a few other women there, guards and the sort. Any initial embarrassment you had felt at the beginning of your stay had disappeared in the first month. After three years, it is simply the norm now. You listen to the chatter, while enjoying the warmth of the water.

    It eases the aches and pains from the day, and you relish the sensation of the last of the sand being washed away. You’re the last one to leave, and on your way out, you catch of glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

You stare for a minute. Your body has become toned in the three years since you’d come to your new home. Muscle lines your arms and thighs, and your skin is littered with little scars from training mishaps, and such.

You realize that you look more like your mother now than you ever have before. You still favor your grandmothers in the looks department, but in your body shape and the way you carry yourself is all your mother. Then you narrow in on your eyes, and you smile, because you have your father’s eyes.

Turning away, you quickly dry yourself and dress in fresh clothes. The dress is light in the summer air, and smooth against your skin. Your grandmother and sisters are waiting for you in the dining hall. Most of Themyscira has turned out for the banquet. Your friends sit halfway down the table dressed in their best clothes. You take the seat to your grandmother’s right, and you wait.

Your grandmother stands, and the entire hall quiets. She gives you a small smile before she begins, “It has been three years since my daughter, our Diana left us for the last time. She left us in order to save Man’s World, a world she came to love. A world where she built a second home, and where she gave us my grand-daughter, your sister Y/N.”

There’s a pause as all eyes turn to you. You bow your head in acknowledgement, and she continues, “Though we have lost Diana, her spirit lives on in each of us, and she has left us with the wonderful blessing that is her daughter. In these three years, my grand-daughter has lived with us, trained with us, and become one of us. She is an Amazon, and Diana’s legacy. Tonight we eat and drink in the memory of our sister, my daughter, Diana, Princess of Themyscira.”

You raise your goblet in a toast before you take a sip. You listen to stories of your mother for the next several hours. You wait until the wine is gone and your sisters are lost in their memories before you slip away.

You slip into your room, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. Inside remains what few things you have of your past. Pictures, clothes, stuffed animals, home videos, the works. You slip out of the dress and put on your old workout clothes. You close and lock the trunk, before grabbing the bow and arrow in the corner of the room.

You slip out of the palace and through the deserted streets to the practice grounds. Finally alone, you allow yourself to remember. You remember your mother, your brothers, Alfred, your friends, and of course, your father. You can almost hear his voice as you move into your stance and shoot the first arrow.

You remember the family cookouts, playing at the station, cooking with Alfred, reading with your father, playing with your brothers, gardening with your mother. You remember Christmases and birthdays. You go through every memory you have, trying to remember every little detail.

Through the memories and the tears, you continue to shoot. Arrow after arrow, and they all hit dead center. When you’re out of arrows, and your breathing is staggered, you allow yourself to collapse. You sink to your knees, and you allow yourself to cry.

And when the tears disappear, you lie down on the ground and turn to the sky. You stare at the stars, and picture your parents looking down on you.

Your grandmother watches you from a distance. Her heart aches for you and the mother you’ve lost. It aches for the daughter she’s lost. Your friends come up behind her, but they don’t say anything.

“We’ve spent so many years reminiscing the Diana we knew that we have never given her the chance to tell us about the Diana she knew.”

Io’s voice is soft, “Would they really be so different, my Queen?”

“For Diana to leave us and fall in love with a man, I imagine they are two very different people. I, for one, am curious as to who she was when she was away from us. I think it is time we found out.” 

Monsta X: you kissing their wrists

Shownu: When you turned your head and kissed the inner part of his wrist, he stopped and looked at you. “What was that for?” You could see he was starting to blush, but you just shrugged. “Nothing, I just love you.” Will never admit that he likes it when you kiss him there. 

 Wonho: won’t promise that he’ll act innocently…He’ll just grin at you when you kissed his wrist, and starts tickling your sides. “I guess now we can’t focus on the movie…shame.” he’d lay himself on top of you and proceed to fumble with your clothes. After smacking him on the shoulder, you just scoff and say you wanna keep watching. You’ll be regretting that later, though… 

 Minhyuk: aw he’d blush and kiss your cheeks. He’d also ask you why you did that, then tell you that it tickled. He’d playfully demand that you kiss his other wrist as well, also giggling when you do. He’d pull you tighter into him, and kisses your neck sweetly. 

 Kihyun: he’d find this so random and funny bc you’ve never kissed his wrist before, but he’ll be all cute and kiss yours as well. He loves playing with your hands in general and he often kisses them all over, so from now on you do the same with him. 

 Hyungwon: omg don’t be surprised if he squealed. You’d burst out laughing, but he’s so cute when you caught him off guard. Except that he didn’t squeal bc of that, it’s bc you so cute and adorable and squishy and he loves the feeling of your lips anywhere on him. 

 Jooheon: I think he’d find it to be really intimate and he’d blush really hard. He’d hide his face in your neck and stop playing with your hair. “Y/n, stop being so freaking cute…you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” He’d whine. But you just find this as an excuse to do it more often, just to get a reaction out of him. 

 I.M: would probably be the same as Wonho. Seeing as you’ve never done this before, he’d be really surprised but happy nonetheless. But now he has a ‘problem’ and he’ll ask you why you did that if you just wanted to cuddle. He’d laugh at your expression, and promise you that he’ll get you back eventually.

Originally posted by wonhobe

soft heith things
  • keith showing up at hunk’s place when he doesn’t feel like being at home
  • hunk texting keith when he makes too many brownies bc he knows how hopeless keith is with an oven and also how much he loves his brownies
  • keith rests his head on hunk’s shoulder while they’re watching a movie and hunk just internally !!!!!!!!!
  • keith in turn falling asleep on hunk’s shoulder and hunk smiles like a madman “i’ve been chosen”
  • hunk with his head in keith’s lap as they discuss a show that keith just binged even though hunk’s never seen it
  • hunk making the trip to keith’s place when he runs out of coffee bc he loves his barista trained boyfriend
  • watching ‘try not to laugh’ challenges together and ending up dying every time they make eye contact
  • little spoon hunk
  • them trying to cuddle in keith’s smol single bed, which they expected to be uncomfortable until 80% of keith was on top of hunk
  • spending their first night living together sitting on the couch with hunk’s blanket listening to movie soundtracks
  • keith being focused on reading a wikipedia article, and hunk going to ask about it, but then deciding not to bc keith is content for now
  • keith apologising for spending so long quietly reading and hunk kisses his forehead and tells him he doesn’t have to apologise bc he knows not to break his concentration
  • staring contests at 3am
  • “I would die for Lara Croft” “Me too, what the hell”

Draw that challenge 3: Draw your favorite character in the first outfit that comes up on a webshop.  (I just used the first one to come up on pinterest :P)

This was a really weird position to draw and I’m still not totally pleased but swore I’d only spend 30 minutes tops cuz… warm-up.  But eh.  He is kinda cute in a beanie and scarf though <3

anonymous asked:

Smol s/o who had a dreary day and goes back to their habsuit with mtmte megatron and they just cuddle or smthing sweet,, I really love your writing it always manages to make me feel better- keep up the great work!

Thank you sweetie! This was a really cute prompt ^.^

You were exhausted. That morning you’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and from there it’d just gotten worse. It seemed nobody was watching where they were going and you nearly got stepped on several times. Whirl had been especially temperamental, Tailgate constantly complained to you about “relationship issues”- though those two things may have been connected- and to top it all off you hadn’t been able to see Megatron all day. He was too busy, probably with cleaning up one of Rodimus’ messes. You huffed and pushed away the thought; that wasn’t fair to Roddy- this whole day had just made you tired and grumpy. Groaning, you dragged your feet through the hall.

Finally you made it to your habsuite. Good thing too, because you felt ready to keel over.  You trudged halfway to the berth before you were gathered up in strong, gentle servos.

“Megatron!” you gasped. “I didn’t see you when I came in!”

Megatron smiled at you- the smile reserved especially for you, the one that lit up his optics. He pulled your favorite blanket from his subspace and lounged back on the berth, wrapping you up and settling you on his chest. The blanket smelled freshly washed.

“I’m not surprised,” he said, petting your head. “You look drained. Was it a rough day?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” You nuzzled against the warmth of his chest to hear the whirr of his spark. Megatron’s servo came up to rest lightly on your back. A contended sigh left your lips as he caressed you. The fatigue melted into soft sleepiness as your muscles unwound and your spine relaxed; you couldn’t have been more comfortable if you were lying on a cloud. You mumbled a barely-there goodnight as you drifted off.

“Goodnight, My Love.”

marmarbaiii  asked:

Sex with zelo (extended version)

Sex with Junhong

  • A rough lover, once he breaks out of his shell.
  • Not much power play but he leans to being dominant.
  • Like, I mean he doesn’t really like the whole dom/sub thing but he does lean to slightly more dominant.
  • I don’t see him wanting you to dress all up for him though, he’s fine with you just wearing like regular underwear.
  • He’d get so turned on by you just sitting in his lap.
  • Even if it was meant to be innocent, he’d get turned on.
  • Loves grabbing your butt.
  • Bites your ear, jawline, neck.
  • Loves it when you’re on top.
  • Likes giving hickeys but not getting them that much.
  • Loves giving oral, loves getting oral just as much.
  • Dirty talk wouldn’t happen in the first few months but certainly would happen further in the relationship.
  • Loves rough sex, likes soft romantic sex as well but that probably would happen if he has opened up in the relationship a bit more.
  • Lazy sex too, he’d be into that.
  • Laughing during sex because one of you did a weird thing.
  • Loves it when you kiss his body.
  • Would be very cuddly after sex, would want to talk about everything and nothing.
  • Grunts and groans.


“It has been quite the wild ride, this short while that I’ve been about, thank you, everyone, for making it so interesting.”

So there has been a lot of things happening recently, that have been keeping me away from these blogs. Back in December, when I first started this out, I really just wanted to have this be a bit of an exploratory blog into a different side of everyone’s favourite jackal.

Of course, that didn’t last that long, and I loved every moment that I spent talking with you all. Though it seemed to explode pretty massively, far, far more than I had anticipated. I had set this up as there was a lull in my actual work, but that has picked up again. On top of organising things to move house, it unfortunately left too much on my plate, which is why I have been mostly absent for the last month.

That’s changed now, I’ve moved house, and my work has settled again. While I won’t be around in the exact same capacity as I was before, I will have more time to devote to here.

Thank you, everyone. For both your attention, and your patience.

anonymous asked:

Im the anon with the migraine: I have taken some meds but migraines usually hang around all day so I'm spending my day in bed, with an ice pack on my head & reading Buck one-shots. Any recommendations besides your amazing work?

Let’s see, I absolutely love “Business and Pleasure” by @snowyseba
“Punk” by @buckyismyaesthetic
Literally everything from @plumfondler
“Too Close” by @therealjamesbarnes (although it’s not finished yet, it’s fucking amazing)
Literally all of @just-some-drabbles
All of @bovaria
All of @theycallmebucky
And “For Your Convenience” by @brighterlights (or just check out her masterlist cause everything is great)
That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, I’m pretty sure there’s more though!