i just noticed they use earth a lot

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I think we’re all gay (and Draco fucked up) - donnarafiki - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Hermione makes a group chat for homework purposes, but as it turns out just having teenage banter with each other is a lot more fun

Exerpt:

Pansy Parkinson: What use is nailing someone to a tree? If you’re going with human sacrifice at least do it properly and pickle his balls

Hermione Granger: What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Harry Potter: I would love to pickle your balls @DracoMalfoy

Ronald Weasley: MY EYES! MY EYES!

Seamus Finnigan: OMG @HarryPotter TMI

Draco Malfoy: I find it very offensive that @HarryPotter wants to use me as human sacrifice and the only thing you people notice is the slight innuendo

Blaise Zabini: Slight innuendo my arse, @HarryPotter wants to hide your faggots

Draco Malfoy: What on earth is that supposed to mean?

Blaise Zabini is typing…

Hermione Granger: DON’T YOU DARE EXPLAIN THAT OR I WILL BE PICKLING YOUR BALLS TONIGHT ZABINI


I meant faggots as innuendo, since there is a meat ball type/brand called faggot in Great Brittain and I use that a lot. Please don’t murder me

anonymous asked:

mariturient and dogs, shallura

Mariturient: eager to marry

Accepting

So, will you marry me?

“Shiro, I swear on my Altean forefathers, if you ask me that again today I will quiznaking lose it— Ah, hello Senator!” Allura smiled with gritted teeth, her voice jumping from a hiss to a welcoming call as they swept across the atrium floor. 

Shiro tried for her hand, missing and tugging on the side of her flowing robes. “Think about it- wouldn’t you rather be introduced to this guy as Queen Allura?”

Allura gave him a sidelong glance, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling back at his smirk. “As I’ve told you many times, Altean royal titles do not depend on matrimony. I keep it as a sign of respect for my father.” 

That was enough to shame him out of the conversation they had already had twice that day. Shiro entwined his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand in acquiescence. “Of course, Princess.”

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #30

Something Happening Out On My Farm

I use the term “farm” loosely. It’s a house on a chunk of land, with a pond and some ducks and chickens. I work outside a lot so I know the lay of the land, so to speak. Lately I’ve been noticing a weird humming noise that seems to be coming from the earth itself, like literally coming from the air just above the ground. I was out over the weekend building a chicken coop. I decided to walk down the hill to get some firewood. I turned around, took two steps and was at the bottom of the hill.

The concerning thing is that this is a distance of over 100 yards. I literally blinked and was there. I walked back very slowly and tried to focus on what happened. That’s when the humming noise was most noticeable. It’s almost like I walked through it and lost all sense of time and direction. A methane leak? Magnets? I legit freaked out. My dog doesn’t like walking through the area, nor do the chickens.

Credits to: royboyblue

I Predicted The Future

This happened about 10+ years ago while I was in high school. I had a party at my house and invited all my friends. That night I barely drank because I had to watch the party and make sure people didn’t get too rowdy.

As the night progressed, a buddy of mine asked me if I wanted to smoke a blunt with him. I turned him down, as it would require me to leave the party unattended and go outside for a bit. So he went outside to smoke with some friends. The party ended around 1AM. After everyone left, I cleaned up and went to sleep. The entire night I maybe had 1-2 drinks, so I wasn’t drunk. Here’s where it gets odd.

That night I had a dream. And in that dream, I walked outside and into my mother’s garden. In the garden there is a flower pot. I knelt down and picked up a half-smoked blunt next to the flower pot. As I picked up the blunt, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was my friend who smoked that night. He told me that he had lost the half-smoked blunt (he thought he lost it inside the house) and warned me that it might be lying around somewhere. He was concerned that my mom might find it.

I hung up the phone and went to the garden. Next to the flower pot was the half-smoked blunt, just like in my dream. Keep in mind I hadn’t been drinking, nor did I accompany my friend outside when he invited me to smoke. That dream was frighting and amazing. I’ve never had another one like it.

Credits to: Digreth

Dimensional Elevator

So. Sunday morning, chilly in Rio de Janeiro. I woke up, there’s nothing to eat. I washed my face, changed, put a cap on so I don’t have to brush my hair and headed to a bakery to buy bread. I buy and headed back home.

I live in this condo complex that has three buildings. I headed into what I believe to be my building, got into the elevator. As the elevator door opened, all I see are white doors. My floor’s doors are all wooden-colored.

Did I get off on the wrong floor?” I thought as I headed back into the elevator. There’s a “6th Floor” sign, the right sign, on the door. “Did I get the wrong BUILDING?” I thought, as I went back to the ground floor to check.

I went out of the building and saw the sign “Building 2”, which is the right building. I headed back, puzzled, wondering what the hell had just happened. I got into the second elevator this time and I was able to get back into my apartment.

The following week, I saw the very same dimensional elevator with its floor indicator blinking between ground floor and 11th floor. The cables weren’t moving but there were whirring sounds. Coincidence? I don’t think so.

Credits to: Jodanzuki

Universe Repeating Itself

This happened last year during the school year. My mom came up woke me up at 6:30 and I got ready for school, just like any other day. I went through my daily routine, got my clothes ready and got dressed. Then I left and walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. It felt just like any other day. The bus came over the hill and didn’t even slow down. It completely passed me. Everything went black, and I woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of my mom waking me up for school.

I remember everything from before, but I went right back to when I woke up. Everything was the same from when I woke up the first time. Even the time was the same- 6:30. I was spooked, but I dismissed it as just being a dream. 

I went and got dressed a little faster this time as I wanted to sit at the bus stop and think about what the hell just happened. This time, I got to the bus stop about 10 minutes earlier. But the weird thing was the bus got there earlier as well. I would have missed the bus if I didn’t get there earlier. To this day I haven’t told anyone about this for fear of being called insane.

Credits to: delete54321

Bad Decisions

Originally posted by wonhontology

Changki Month Day 9 {no prompt used}

Kihyun had never really understood why his life was like this; why his life amounted to a mass of bad decisions and embarrassing moments. Of all the awkward encounters and unfortunate circumstances, this was the worst.

He lay on his back in a state of crisis. What the hell is the protocol for this?

It wasn’t like Kihyun hadn’t had one night stands before. Hell, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had drunken one night stands before. But drunken one night stands with a bandmate? Yeah, this was new.

He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to get out of this situation. It wasn’t like he could turn back for one last time and never see Changkyun ever again. No, Changkyun’s face was going to remain and haunt him for the rest of his life, remind him of the sins he has made and can never take back.

Images flashed back in his head of the previous night; it reminded him of the warmth of his cheeks, the way his head spun, the way he submitted- wait, he, Kihyun, had submitted. Fuck, this wasn’t just awkward, this was embarrassing.

He slowly shifted in a sitting up position on the cold, hard floor and took in the surroundings of their dance practice room. Wow, he thought bitterly the fucking dance practice room, how romantic. He tried not to think about how he would be brought back with Changkyun’s lust filled eyes every time he walked in here, which, unfortunately for him, was pretty much every day of his goddamn life.

He picked up his shirt and his trousers off the floor that had been shamelessly discarded on the floor from the night before. At least he had kept the basic human decency of putting his underwear back on. He struggled for a long moment in attempt to quietly rush back into his clothes, hopping on one foot as he attempted to balance while he put his socks on. You’d have thought someone that danced for a living ought to have a little more elegance.

Fuck the shoes, I don’t need shoes. He thought before making his way over to the door. He opened the door handle and- smack.

He rammed himself straight into the door after it unkindly refused to open for him.

Pain shot through his arm, making him groan as he nursed the spot he’d bumped. “Fuck” he hissed.

He didn’t have time to let any more obscenity fall from his mouth, because Changkyun was shuffling, clearly roused by the amount of noise Kihyun had emitted in attempt to escape like a thief in the night. Kihyun squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying to convince himself Changkyun was merely shuffling in his sleep and that he’d drop straight back off to sleep.

Of course Kihyun’s luck didn’t stretch that far.

“What the actual fuck?”

Kihyun carefully opened his eyes, looking over at Changkyun. He’d stood up in the time Kihyun had closed his eyes, and was staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror with utmost confusion. He, like Kihyun had been, was only in his underwear. He looked around in disarray at his discarded clothing. Then, Kihyun.

“Kihyun hyung.” He stated, swallowing.

“Changkyun.” Kihyun responded stiffly, his eyes looking anywhere but the other man’s.

Changkyun appeared like a deer in headlights, somewhat distressed. Kihyun couldn’t bare to watch it. He pulled at the door again, then again. Then, he mentally slapped himself. The door was locked.

He turned the lock and made his escape finally without another word.

***

A million and one things rushed through his head like a whirlwind of confusion. Changkyun’s lustful, drunken eyes, and now his wide, confused ones. It gave Kihyun a deep, internal pain he couldn’t shake. It had all been a mistake, he should have known getting drunk around the man he could barely keep his hands off sober was a terrible idea.

It wasn’t like Changkyun was particularly unwilling, in fact, he had lead the majority of the night. He couldn’t have not wanted it, right? It couldn’t have simply been a drunken mistake. He was desperate to convince himself.

He shoved open his shared bedroom door and stormed through to the en suit, ignoring Minhyuk’s sudden shock and hopeless call after him. He could deal with everyone else later. For now, a shower is what he needed; he needed an attempt at washing away his sins.

When Kihyun saw Changkyun next, it was at breakfast.

Kihyun wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen. But he didn’t expect everything to be so normal. Minhyuk and Shownu were having a discussion about the dance practice plans for the day, Wonho nagged at Hyungwon, who was still half asleep. And Changkyun, well Changkyun was joking on the other side with Jooheon.

Kihyun sat in silence, wondering how Changkyun could digest this all so easily.

“Do you know what the worst thing about being famous is?” Jooheon stated, “The women.”

“The women?” Changkyun laughed, “What’s wrong with the women?”

“There isn’t any of them!” Jooheon stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If we go so close as to look at a woman’s door, paparazzi will be all over it. It’s frustrating.” Jooheon sulked.

“Ah, but this life isn’t so bad, right Kihyun?” Changkyun flicked his eyes across the table at Kihyun, his lips turning up in the corners to smirk.

That little brat.

“Speak for yourself.” Kihyun resorted.

“Oh, I am.” He responded, winking, it somehow escaped Jooheon, but it was so close to being caught.

***

Seven bodies moved in motion, each dance gesture timed to perfection. The room sweltered with heat, humidity and sweat. Muscles ached, pants filled the quiet spaces between songs.

Kihyun felt sore, he had been from the moment he woke up, but this exercise wasn’t helping him in the slightest. He bent forwards when Hyunwoo finally granted them a breather. He inhaled, then exhaled, trying to control his breathing until someone approached him, handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink.”

Kihyun didn’t have to look to know who was speaking to him, he didn’t want to look up, but he did; he pushed away the dark twist in his thoughts on the reality that stood before him: Changkyun, sweaty, panting.

“Thanks.” He responded shortly, taking the bottle and letting the cool liquid coat his tongue. It felt good. Today was not one of those days that he had a lot of tolerance. Minhyuk had teased him earlier, stating that he must have got up on the wrong side of the bed. (Changkyun had muttered about how he didn’t even get out of his bed that morning.)

“You know, you’re more obedient than I thought.” Changkyun stated, smirking.

“What?” Kihyun snapped suddenly, his cheeks reddening further than the crimson they already were.

“In the routine,” Changkyun clarified, though it was obvious that he’d meant to imply other meaning. “I didn’t think you’d let Shownu make you do a solo part.”

Kihyun shook his head, trying to brush off his nervousness. “Why wouldn’t I do it?”

Changkyun shrugged, “You always seem so set in your ways. But when it comes to it, actually, you’re rather submissive, aren’t you?”

Changkyun smirked at him again, and Kihyun would have punched him if Wonho didn’t come over.

“Hello! Earth to Changki! We’re starting again.”

“What the hell is Changki?” Kihyun grumbled, noticing how everyone was already getting into position.

“Your names combined.” Wonho stated.

“I think they fit pretty well. A lot of you fits pretty well with me, doesn’t it?” Changkyun laughed.

Kihyun did punch him that time.

***

By the time dinner had just finished, Kihyun had just about had enough.

All day. All goddamn day, Changkyun had teased him.

Kihyun had got it wrong, Changkyun wasn’t regretful of the previous night. No, he’s using it as an excuse to make Kihyun afluster at any given moment.

Somehow, none of the other members have noticed a thing. He’s unsure how all of these comments have gone by unnoticed, or how they completely missed Changkyun attempting to play footsie under the table. And the worst, how the hell they managed not to notice Changkyun’s hand tapped against Kihyun’s ass as he stood to leave.

Kihyun hated how his cheeks reddened from the mere memory.

“Kihyun, why are you in here alone with a face of a slapped ass?” Changkyun’s adventurous smile made Kihyun feel blind as he looked at it. Why did he have to follow him here?

“I’m tired.” He stated shortly.

Changkyun sat on his bed beside him and hummed, “Me too, I guess we didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Kihyun wanted to punch him. He didn’t. He refrained himself from all contact at all costs.

lypreila  asked:

Funny Prompts? Not my forte, but.... RFA + V & Unknown reacting to a hilariously clumsy MC? An MC who walks into doors, drops things on their toes, breaks windows, and oh goodness, never ever let them behind the wheel of a car.

I’m fairly clumsy myself but it’s mostly just running into things. I hope you like it! thanks for the request I had a fun time writing this!! - Mod MC

Yoosung:

  • I bet he bubble wrapped the corners of the countertops and tables 
  • Wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap too
  • After he saw the huge bruise on your hipbone from running into the counter he’s been super cautious of sharp corners 
  • He’s a tripper but mostly cuz his shoelaces are untied. 
  • You just trip for no good reason 
  • He should know 
  • He always makes sure your shoes are tied tbh

Zen:

  • Probably catches you every time you trip
  • “Zen the knight has come to rescue the princess" 
  • He thinks it’s hilarious 
  • You, not so much 
  • He cracks jokes about carrying you around so you won’t fall 
  • Lots of piggy back rides 
  • You could get used to being carried around tho let’s be honest

Jaehee:

  • She noticed the red spot on your hand immediately 
  • “MC, what on earth?" 
  • You blushed big time and admitted what happened 
  • "I um, I spilled" 
  • Mama jaehee mode activated 
  • Once she knew you spilled hot coffee on your hand she was moving 
  • She rinsed your hand with Cold water 
  • And put aloe on it 
  • She managed to keep your mind off of it by telling you about a funny customer that had come into the shop earlier.
  • These accidents, unfortunately, became a common occurrence in the shop 

Jumin:

  • Neither of you should be allowed to drive
  • If you drive the passengers better buckle up 
  • They probably need helmets tbh. 
  • He worries about you being safe and not getting hurt constantly
  • Other than driving Jumin isn’t clumsy at all
  • He just doesn’t get how someone (you) could hit a parked car in an almost empty parking lot
  • Jumin is a graceful motherfucking giraffe 
  • You, however, are not 
  • But he still thinks you’re great tbh 

Seven:

  • You walked straight into the side of the door
  • You smacked your forehead pretty hard
  • Seven was sitting at his computer and heard you grumbling
  • You were trying to bring him a phd pepper
  • But now you just needed to get an ice pack
  • He immediately knew what happened and jumped up
  • This was a pretty common thing but still
  • Seven Zero Seven to the rescue
  • He picks your clumsy ass up and throws you over his shoulder
  • drops you onto the couch
  • then runs and gets you an ice pack
  • And a piece of your favorite candy

V:

  • Can’t fucking see 
  • He just hears you cursing 
  • And he knows you’ve stubbed your toe 
  • "MC is that the fifth time today" 
  • You know you have no excuse for running into it because V’s furniture doesn’t get moved around 
  • It’s easier for him to get around like that
  • You try anyways 
  • "Well if the fucking coffee table wasn’t moved an inch to the left magically it wouldn’t have happened" 
  • V just chuckled and grabbed an ice pack out of the fridge. 

Saeran:

  • High key worried
  • Would never let you out of the house if he could
  • Holds your hand always with the excuse that it will keep you from tripping
  • But no, you still trip and often take him down with you
  • He always manages to cushion your fall
  • Even if he does get the breath knocked out of him
  • He just loves you so much
  • And it kills him to see you hurt in any way
  • Even if it is because you’re clumsy 

Vanderwood:

  • Probably laughs every time you bump into something
  • Low key worried when he sees bruises tho
  • Probably tries to carry you around like a football
  • If he thinks he can get away with it
  • He’s always there with a first aid kit
  • Carries band-aids in his pockets
  • Kisses every bruise and cut
"I wanna be yours" (PJ Liguori one shot)

Smut/Fluff

Word count: 2K

(y/n) loses her virginity to PJ on romantic get-away. 

“PJ, is it alright to talk now?” I said, as I encountered my very busy boyfriend. “Uh-um maybe later?” I immediately added, he was editing a video -at least from what I could see standing by the door frame.

“Nah it’s okay now (y/n). I am pretty much done” he said, twirling his chair to face me, he palmed his knee motioning me to get closer.

“Are you sure? I don’t mean to bother" I sat on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist. 

"Shh” PJ whispered near my ear, his warm breath making my whole body quiver. I prayed to all the gods out there for him not to noticed my reaction. 

“It’s kind of serious” I felt how his body tensed under mine. “Okay, maybe not that serious" 

One of his hands slid up my face, his gentle grip making me turn in his direction. "Just get it over with, please” he wore impatient eyes but a smirk -I personally find to be the perfect blend of sexy and adorable- softening his demeanor. 

I opened my mouth trying to push the words out  my throat but found myself wondering where to begin.

Pleaseeee” his free hand poked my side and his smile widen. That is what I like the most about PJ, he knows how to act in every situation. He is so carefree yet caring. Gah, I love the kid. His silly act made me feel a tad more confident for what I was about to request. 

“Okay, okay” I said trying to regain my composure. “PJ, you know I" am a huge prude. No-no- definitely not how I want this to go. In my struggle to find the appropriate words our gazes were glued to the other, that pretty shade of green making me loose my fluency.

"I- I love you, PJ” a grin spread in both our faces. “You are my first boyfriend –my first real love and the only boy I’m in love with”

“Yes” he muttered softly, encouraging me to go on. 

“And I- I now want you to be my ”first time“ too” as soon as the words escaped my lips I looked down, I could feel my cheeks getting hot like a summer day. 

“Little one, I- come on look at me” I dared took a glimpse through my lashes, his expression lighted up like a Christmas tree, not far from the respond I was expecting. 

For the past few months in our relationship we have had steamy make out sessions numerous times, however PJ has always respect my boundaries. We talked about sex before, and even though I love him so damn much my insecurities always took a toll, but he has make his duty to remain me daily how “beautiful”, “sexy” he thinks I am.

“Are you really ready?” Fuck yeah, I am. I have never been more certain and desperate for anything before. The thought of his touch all over my bare skin gave me goosebumps.  

“Yes” he gave me a soft peck and before I could adjust it turned into a much intense kiss, his palms stroked under the fabric previously covering my lower back, the tip of his tongue teasing my bottom lip. 

“PJ" I pulled  a few inches away from his gorgeous face. I still don’t know how I managed to not ripped his cloths off right then and there. "I have some…concerns, though" 

"I am all ears” he then buried himself in the nape of my neck.

“This is going to sound utterly stupid, but I kinda, sorta, want our first time to be -um cute and memorable” I damned every chick flick I have ever watched for making me sound just like another generic repressed virgin. 

“I know” his voice a faint. “I want that too. Don’t you worry about a thing, little one” the way he calls me “little one” never fails to make me squeal internally, his overall thoughtfulness made my stiff  muscles go like jelly. 

But there is still another minor detail.

“Thank you” after a pause that felt like 287 years I carried on “Babe, I don´t want it to hurt either so…can we get some-I don’t know lube?” I spilled out the last words, bringing my palms to shield my crimson cheeks. PJ’s responds was a low chuckle, which made me punched his stomach softly. 

“Again, don’t worry about a thing (y/n)" 

Two weeks went by and the matter was never discussed again. I could swear he forgot it, he was producing a new short film for a internet safety campaign. We barely met ever since and the 2 or 3 times we have he was too burn out for anything other than movies and snuggles.

—–

Wanna hang out, little one? x"I read the words off the shiny screen. 

Wow, are you finally free? Sure :)” 

PJ’s reply came within seconds, making my stomach do a leap. “Pick you up at 1, bring a swim costume xx”

The clock struck 11:40 am, Sunday the 4th so of course taking a shower wasn’t in my mind till his text. When done, I picked a pastel pink sundress and strappy sandals as my outfit. I am guessing his plans involved a beach or water of some sort, the weather isn’t precisely warm -then again, when is it here in gloomy England?- so I trow a knitted cardigan on too. I packed a tiny red bikini, a towel and a clean set of underwear in my big hand bag and ran out the door, telling mom I was hanging with my boyfriend prior. 

“Hello gorgeous” I greeted, crawling into the passenger seat. 

“Hello” PJ leaned over sweetly brushing his lips to my forehead. God, I’ve missed him. 

“So, care to explain where are we heading today?” I asked, PJ’s eyes set on the road ahead. 

“Yes, it’s a surprise” he winked, turning his head to me. The funny feeling in my stomach creeped all over me.

Today. is. the. day. holy. fuck. 

After a not-so-short ride -that consistent mainly of PJ ranting about his new project while I drooled because I find his creativity so, SO attractive- we finally arrived a  small house hide by the woods. 

“Where are we?” I asked, studying the vintage structure trough the glass. The wood holding it was patchy and brittle looking. The facade consisted of just a window and the main door.  

“I used to come here when I was a kid -family getaways and stuff- it’s one of my favorite places on earth” And I could see why. Not the nicest house there is, but the light pecking trough the trees and the eager birds' melody screamed “PJ happy place”. 

As we hopped off the car, I stared farther out the house, noticing rocks and a watercourse. PJ snapped me back from my amaze, pushing me inwards. The inside was a lot cozier yet it still kept it’s humble vibe. 

“Are you hungry? I have chinese take-away in the car -Or we can go for a swim first. Whatever you prefer” PJ spoke fast, a sign I took as nervousness. I was walking the impromptu kitchen not really facing him, but I could pictured his shy smile. 

“You should take the food out of the car. Like really” I said, being caught off guard when I opened a mini-fridge and it was running. 

“Uh, yeah. Shit!” while PJ ran back to the car, I sneaked into the only room there was.

I walked out of my changing area -tiny bikini on- when I heard PJ steeping inside again. "Let’s go for a swim" 

His stare taking me in from head to toes “Sure" 

I waited by the door steps until a shirtless PJ appeared. A towel hovering over his left shoulder, dark hair covering the right spots over his chest. So. damn. sexy.

He held my hand until water flowed like a stream of glass in front of us. Definitely my new favorite place too. PJ dipped himself in, water reaching just above his hips. I toed the riverside hesitating.

"Come on! Get in here (y/n) is warm, I swear” PJ shouted, splashing water on my way. 

We spend the afternoon teasing the other, being silly and creating new memories in our little piece of heaven on earth. 

—-

“No, come this way” he grabbed my hand, interrupting my race back to the cabin. We dug into leaves and bushes to find a fairly large tent laying over flat ground, positioned facing the sunset. 

“Oh my god” I whispered incapable of muttering anything coherent, PJ squeezed my hand while we approached it. 

A floral pattern quilt and multiple cushions rested inside. Also lanterns and candles, the set up looked like a scene straight out of a Nicholas Sparks book. 

“Wow" 

"Do you like it?" 

"I love it” I managed a smile while lying down, PJ lit some of the candles, giving the space a delicious scent of vanilla. 

His lips pressed mine and words weren’t necessary anymore. Soft and hard, gentle and passionate, romantic and pleading. He stripped me off the damp towel, my touch focus on his back, running my fingers aimlessly along it. 

He swiftly undid the strings on my top, braking our contact just to pull the fabric above my head. One of his hands reached for my breast giving it a delicious squeeze, later on, massaging circles over my sensitive nipples. I laced my finger in his silky curls, he then proceeded to leave a trail of bites from my neck to my navel. 

“Quiet there” PJ hissed, pinning my hips to the ground. 

PJ spread my thighs, nibbling, licking every inch of them. Other than wildlife my moans and his occasional grunts where the only sounds. He pressed a kiss over my throbbing clit trough the clothing, sending me over edge.

And me bikini bottoms where off in a split second. He ran his tongue smoothly across my folds and my grip over his hair tightened. My lungs were itching when he -without braking the exquisite motion- rubbed two finger up and down my folds. A cold, slimy yet amazing sensation hit me. 

“Oh my god PJ" I grunted through clenched teeth. 

"Like that baby?” he looked up, a ravishing smirk painted over his features. 

“Y-y-yeah” he pumped a finger inside me, it took me some seconds to adjust. It wasn’t painful -like everyone claims- it was just odd, but then he hit my sweet spot and slid a second one making my toes curl in anticipation. 

He probably noticed it too and slowed his pace, pulling out finally. “Not yet, baby" 

His mouth returned to mine in the form of a messy kiss, my hands found the way to pulled his swim short off. His erection sprang free, I took the opportunity to rubbed his lenght from tip to base, making my boyfriend whimper like a baby. 

"For f-fuck's sake” he almost yelled agitated. “Ready, (y/n)?" 

"Fuck yes" 

A sealed package of condoms appeared -I swear- out of nowhere. He got it on while my stare  devoured him. "I’ll-ll be very gentle, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you at any point, please” he positioned his hard cock in my entrance and slid into me carefully. Again it took a couple seconds to get comfortable with the unfamiliar sensation, but he was now giving his full attention to my neck- the spot he knows made my knees weak. That and his deep thrusts had me at a daze. 

“F-faster” I pleaded, he increased the speed and our hips danced together in perfect sync. Black spots crawled in the corners of my vision as I dig my nails in PJ´s lanky shoulders. 

“Sss-o close cc-ome bab-by” sweat driped from his forehead, his curls wild and soaked, and his stare intoxicated with lust and love. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A wave of pure ecstasy rocked me like a tsunami, making my entire body shake and my mouth screamed out PJ’s name. PJ followed screaming mine out as well, shifting his head back, his thrust became sloppy. He rolled to my side after pressing his lips to the top of my hair.

“That was definitely cute and memorable” I teased him after I calmed my breathing.

He pulled me into his embraced “It was amazing. I love you, my little favorite monster” he spoke in a low, suiting tone. 

So I notice a lot of starseeds or maybe people who just really like aliens will say a lot of things like “earth sucks” or say negative things about being human. I know earth can be ugly sometimes but it is also very beautiful here. I think we are here on a mission. Some of us are here to help earth and humans through rough times. So why are you begging the aliens to take you away? Where are the starseeds saying “I love earth” ?? I know you are missing home but I think this place needs our love right now…

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Wherein Editorial Manager Kristen Welch discusses Jane Austen and Social Media Specialist Marya E. Gates discusses David Bowie and why you should join us for Austen vs. Bowie this Saturday June 18th, starting at 8PM ET

Welcome back #AustenOnTCM! While Jane Austen herself did not write any sequels to her work (nor do I think she would want to) audiences and writers have continuously revisited/reimagined her work—making this hashtag return in keeping with pop culture’s fascination with her and her work. In fact, there is just so much to say about Austen and her legacy that revisiting the subject again proved to be something I was only too ready to do. Especially when you look at the programming this time around: we’ll be viewing and discussing the movie adaptations of both my favorite novel, Persuasion, and the novel that I have read the most, Pride and Prejudice.

First up on our schedule is the 1940 version of Pride and Prejudice, starring Greer Garson and Laurence Olivier as our Lizzie and Mr. Darcy. As the first major motion picture adaptation of one of her novels, the film is a great one to revisit now (given how many versions of P&P have been filmed in the last twenty years). Plus, I always love reconsidering Lizzie and Mr. Darcy in various media, as it is one of those books that I like to re-read every year. While not my favorite, there is something about it that is so easy to pick up and revisit—Austen herself described the novel as “rather too light and bright and sparkling,” but it is exactly this sparkling tone of the book that brings me back again and again—it always helps lighten up a rainy afternoon or a stressful time in my life. From that iconic first line “It is a truth universally acknowledged…” I’m hooked again and again.

Of course, the book and movie will also give me a chance to discuss my feelings toward Mr. Darcy with you. As I mentioned in my last Austen post, I have never really understood the modern obsession with Darcy. This is not to say that I don’t understand his appeal to Lizzie—they are, in fact, perfect together—but Darcy for me? No way, we wouldn’t get along at all! If I had to choose an Austen hero (or two), I would have to go with Mr. Tilney or Captain Wentworth. Which brings us to the second film of the night, Persuasion (’95). In that film, Ciaran Hinds plays the aforementioned captain—a man rejected by the heroine, Anne Eliot (Amanda Root) years before the story takes place.

The book is my personal favorite because it focuses on themes of regret and second chances. A much more introspective (and some say autobiographical) story, it was published posthumously along with Northanger Abbey. I’ve always related to Anne Eliot the most of Austen’s heroines, I would even say that she is a true Hufflepuff—hardworking and fiercely loyal. Watching Anne struggle to express herself and her longing when the man she loves (and regretfully declined marriage from at 19) returns into her life, this time courting a much younger woman, is heartbreaking. As Anne says in what is my favorite Austen quote: “All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.” This sentence, so stunningly beautiful and tragic (if you prefer, tragically beautiful, to quote Wicked), only serves to make Anne and Wentworth’s reconciliation all the more sweeter.

I can’t wait to discuss both with you on Saturday night, and hope you’ll join me starting at 8pm ET at #AustenOnTCM!

And now for something completely different, to quote another British cultural icon: Monty Python. Saturday, you’ll not only get 18th-century British culture, but the films of David Bowie, and a live tweet by our own Marya E. Gates….

Thank you, Kristen! Part of the great joy of working for TCM is I get to indulge in my love of classic films, but also cult films as well! #TCMUnderground has long been a favorite part of TCM’s programming for me and getting to live tweet David Lynch shorts a few weeks back was one of the highlights of my life - personally and professionally.

So when I noticed our amazing TCM Underground programmer Millie De Chirico had scheduled a double night of David Bowie this month, I just *had* to live tweet it! We’ve lost a lot of icons this year, but none of these losses has hit me as hard as David Bowie, who left us to become a real star in the night sky on January 10th.

Bowie was more than just an amazing musical performer; his filmography is full of cult classics from The Man Who Fell To Earth (’76) to Labyrinth (’86) to Basquiat (’96) to The Prestige (’06). (Did you see what I did there?). For this week’s underground selection we’ll be showing one Bowie movie that I’ve seen many times and love and one Bowie movie that’s been on my must-watch list for far too long: The Hunger (’83) and Absolute Beginners (’86).

The Hunger was the late Tony Scott’s feature debut and it really is everything. Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie are sexy post-punk vampires - the band Bauhaus has a cameo! - who’s relationship is, well, dying. There’s one really hot/bittersweet shower scene that will probably have you in tears. Susan Sarandon gets thrown into the mix and things get super gay. It’s delightful. Unfortunately, the film’s ending is not what anyone had envisioned - studios imposed endings even in the 80s! - and it’s probably best to just image it ending a few minutes earlier than it actually does.

Directed by Julien Temple, Absolute Beginners is a rock musical based on the incredibly popular British novel of the same name by Colin MacInnes, which also stars Sade and Patsy Kensit. Although set in the 1950s, the film is apparently full of anachronisms that are totally 80s, which led to it being critically panned. Honestly, it sounds like it has a lot in common with Streets Of Fire (’84), another misunderstood 50s-meets-80s rock n’ roll fable that bombed on initial release, only to become a cult classic (and an absolute favorite of mine). If you haven’t seen (or maybe even heard of) Absolute Beginners, you’ve probably heard its theme song - one of Bowie’s biggest hits in the 80s.

In keeping with my live tweet last time, I promise at least on Halloween picture of me dressed as David Bowie (I was dressed as Serious Moonlight era Bowie, which corresponds perfectly with The Hunger).

We hope we’ve piqued your interest and you’ll join us for this British invasion! Kristen will be live tweeting during Pride and Prejudice (’40) at 8PM ET and Persuasion (’95) at 10:15PM ET and I will hop on at 2:45AM ET for The Hunger (’83) and continue on into the wee hours for Absolute Beginners (’86) at 4:30AM ET. 

Get some tea ready, and #LetsMovie!

Okay here’s part one of my Chasefield fic. I had to break it up into two parts because it was getting a bit long. It’s based off this prompt I posted a while ago

Max and Victoria play a naughty game in the library

The first part isn’t nsfw, but expect the second part to be. It won’t be too graphic but it’s still going to be very mature.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcomed!

Max was heading toward the library with a heavy load of school books clutched under her arm. She dragged her feet lazily through the hall leading to the library, thinking of better ways she could be spending a late Friday afternoon. Mr. Jefferson had announced that he was giving a test on Monday’s class and was only giving his students the weekend to study, but that’s not why Max was bothered. She didn’t mind cramming for a class she actually enjoyed. No not at all. The more she knew, the better she felt. It was who she was meeting in the library that bothered her and made herself question her own actions.

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So I have a story. I actually have several but I’ll stick to this one for now ‘cause it’s the shortest (still pretty long), though they all stem from this fact: The neighbourhood I grew up in, in a city in western New York state, was built over a massive amount of Native burials.

This story is about something I used to see around town. My sister and I call it “The Shadow Creature”. The first time I saw it, I was probably about 8. I was playing hide-and-seek at dusk with my sister and two of our friends. The sun had set and we were wrapping up, but me and my friend were still hiding on her fence. We peeked over and saw a silhouette walking around in her yard. We thought it was our other friend, but suddenly the figure dropped down on all fours and rushed us. We jumped off the fence and ran for Home Base (her lit front porch), and tried to reason with eachother. “Oh, it was totally him and the dog was with him and that’s what we saw.” But it turned out he’d been inside because my friend’s little brother had gotten scared and started crying so he brought him in, and the dog was also inside.

After that, we started seeing it a lot. There was some woods nearby that all the kids liked to go to and we’d see it in there a lot. For a long time, my sister and I thought it was just us and my friend who had ever seen it, but as we brought it up to more people, it turned out that quite a lot of our friends had seen it as well. I’ve noticed that the people who had seen it had either been Native American or with a Native American when they’d seen it. I wasn’t sure what it is, but I thought it might be Hahgwehdaetgan or just some general evil earth spirit.

It never hurt anyone as far as I know, just watched us or chased us off. Now that I’m older (and not even in the same state, much less neighbourhood), when I think about it, I think maybe it wasn’t really evil at all. Maybe it was a spirit that was trying to keep people away from burials or something. Either way I never walked around outside alone.

anonymous asked:

Do you know the difference between a soul mate and a twin flame? Because though soul mate relationships are beautiful, there is a true difference between that and a twin flame. There can be many soul mates, but just one twin flame. :)

Hello, :-)

I have a feeling you’re new to this blog, because I’ve posted tons of information about the twin flame connection, which we’re all not meant to experience. Twin flames don’t always incarnate during the same time on earth. I feel we should let go of the labels and focus on the connection itself for what it is. I am noticing that when lots of us experience extremely intense emotions/connections, we automatically assume that person is our twin flame, and that is not always the case. We also experience balancing partners and other forms of good and bad karmic ties with some souls that can create profound feelings. Realize all spiritual connections are substantial and we experience/manifest them for a reason.

* I have some other things to work on today, so I don’t think I’ll be able to make a new comic, however I got three wonderful fan arts yesterday, one that I just reblogged, and I’ll post the other two throughout the day, not all together, so that all the artists get properly noticed and not just be thrown here all at once <:

* In the other news, this is the 100th post on this blog (Yeah I used it for… a fairly unimportant text announcement. Hah.) and the last comic I uploaded was the 38th comic in the series! This means both that I’ve made a LOT of comics, and that I might talk WAY too much ‘cause what on Earth does that make the the other 62 posts on this blog??? What are they??

* As a celebration to this 100 post mark, I think I will try to finish up at least a very rough script for my backstory comic, so that I’ll be able to start working on it as soon as possible. I was playing around with the comic’s name the other day and ended up with this dual-titled mess that sounds like it is about to drop you into a child’s book about the human psyche;

* As always feel free to chat et cetera,

* Nyehfully yours,

* -Jim

anonymous asked:

Miss Sparkle, have any other drastic changes in your body taken place since receiving your wings? Metabolism, perhaps?

Well, alicorns are a combination of all three types of ponies, in a way, so I have the abilities and traits of all of them. Which means some major changes beyond just wings.

From the pegasi, there’s the flight, of course, and the ability to walk on clouds. I can also manipulate the weather. Though I could do that before, via spells, but now I can do it without spell casting. In theory, at least. I’m not particularly good at it in practice (unicorn magic is much more effective for me).

From the earth ponies, I have noticed increased stamina, fortitude and faster healing, so I don’t get hurt as much. I used to get a lot of paper cuts, but I’ve noted they’ve gotten increasingly rare, and heal faster than they did before. Then again, as a unicorn it was many years ago I last had a paper cut that I didn’t use magic to heal, so it’s not a very reliable comparison.

My unicorn magic has improved, but I’m not certain that’s related to my new status as an alicorn. It was always improving before, as I keep studying and practicing. However, given my rate of progress, I suspect becoming an alicorn is a factor.

Interesting that you should mention metabolism, specifically. I did mention increased appetite in a previous letter, perhaps you read at one point and forgot most of it yet that specific part remained, vaguely? Or you might have seen me eat, I suppose.

In any case, yes, my metabolism has changed. I used to not eat that much; I always kept busy studying, but since the transformation I’ve had a huge increase in appetite, and I can eat more per meal. It’s not surprising given the different physiology of alicorns; our bodies do more and thus require more energy.

I’ve spoken to Celestia about it, and she said it’s quite normal, that it happens to us all. Apparently one tends to have cravings for certain things. Her preference, as well as her sister’s, is cake. However, I on the other hoof have instead found myself desiring hayburgers. Those are delicious!