i know you want this d

Otayuri Week Day 6: Pair Skate

I use reference and actually traced the pose since it’s my first time drawing pair skate so I have no idea how to draw the poses. also avoiding weird gesture they didn’t actually do in real life pair skate lmao
(everytime I saw some pair skate arts I always ask to myself “are the real skaters really did this kind of pose”)
I put pretty good detail on Yurio’s costume because I loved it very much (he wears leopard prints again in here hahah)


“I DO have a crush on you.

I didn’t want to admit it because I know you don’t feel the same way. And I thought if I just pretended the feelings weren’t there, they’d go away. But they haven’t.

I have to leave Earth. Probably forever. And I couldn’t go without telling you the truth.

…Goodbye. Goodbye, everyone.”


Leo’s different hair styles - ranking by @smilange ❤️️

bonus: Celine’s “favourite” hairstyle :D

anonymous asked:

Who do you think would be the best at eating someone out ? I wanna hear your opinion on this !

yoongi, taehyung, jimin = the top 3, in my humble opinion.

they’ve all got the tongues for it (length wise and they just can’t keep their goddamn fucking mouths shut like??? we get it?? you want to eat everyone out we KNOW) and, like, yoongi?

  • yoongi could probably just hold his breath and dive in for a good minute, to two minutes, without needing to even come up for air. every single second he had, he’d make count, and god, would you feel it everywhere. his fingers would come into play, too, just to spread you out as far as he can - he’ll spit on you a little, get messy and go slow just when you need him to go faster, because teasing is fun and fucking hot and there’s nothing that satisfies him much more than hearing you beg
  • jimin? jimin seems like he’d absolutely be the arrogant/subservient type, all wrapped up into one? he’d get a massive kick out of making and watching you cum and then having you push his face back down (imagine him moaning into you and panting when you let him come up for air????? just…Imagine……It) - and he’s a bed-grinder, pushes his cock against the bed / sofa / his own hand, whatever’s available; getting messier and more out-of-control as his own pleasure grows
  • taehyung - sweet, playful, even a little silly, until he just isn’t. then he’s pinning you to the bed by your hips, pumping you open with his fingers - slowly, so fucking slowly, watching the way you push yourself against his hand; a mixture of fascination and amusement and the thrill of a power trip in the making. he’ll tease you, have you aching for him, for anything; shaking and saying please and just as you break, he’s between your legs and he’s so eager you almost forget the way he looked at you when you told him you were his, all his, and you’d do anything for him to just use his mouth on you
Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”

Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”

Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.

A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :) 

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless @markedbymymistakes

You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.

Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.

On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.

“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”

Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.

“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”

“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.

“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.

“He better only be just a friend.”

“Goodbye, dad.”

“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”

“Will do.”

You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.

Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.

You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?

Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.

Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.

After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.

Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.

It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”

“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”

Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.

You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.

“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.

“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.

After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.

Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.

The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.

You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.

Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.

An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.

You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.


“i want that you know the history of Cain and Abel, they was brothers… And one day Cain kill Abel , he pull out Abel heart… Oh but little boy you have to be careful or will you become Abel” 

anonymous asked:

so I'm working at a popular franchise that specializes in making sandwiches. To keep this short, a customer came in and paid with a $100 and I oblidged but he took all of our large bills. A little later another customer wanted to pay for her meals the same way, and I said "sorry we have no change for that." after a few moments of explaining, she said "well what if I didn't have my check card, you'd e out of luck and I'd have free food." Lady... you don't know how this works... do you?

You don’t get free food just because you think this place is a bank, sweetheart. -Abby


We always said that if we got separated I should come back here and wait for you. You’d show up with beer and pretzels. You remember that? I know. You probably don’t. You always said that when we stated dating you forgot to tell me you had a shitty memory. You used to get so frustrated by it. Knowing you wouldn’t remember those good days. I felt bad for you. I remember there was so much you wanted to hold onto and then it’d be gone. But you’re lucky you don’t remember things, D. I wish I could wait for you now, but I know if you would come with me or take me back or kill me. You didn’t want to live in that world and I made you. I did what I did because I didn’t want you to die. But now you’ve killed and become everything you didn’t want to be and it’s my fault. I let Daryl go because he reminded you of who you used to be. And I wanted to let you forget. I don’t think I’m going to make it out here. But you’re wrong being there isn’t better than being dead. It’s worse. I hope you realize that. I hope you get away, I hope you remember the good days. Even just one of them. But I don’t think you will I don’t think you’ll ever read this. I loved who you were. I’m sorry I made you into who you are. Goodbye- Honey

I had a dream where Sherlock and Moriarty were dressed in their Victorian outfits, chasing each other around this big Victorian mansion that was filled with antiques. At one point Sherlock was trying to lure Moriarty out by saying “I know you’re here, James… What do you want? What would you like? Would you like me to kiss you?”

And Moriarty stepped out of hiding like “wtf? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Kissing your nemesis, you’re so weird.”

Then Sherlock said “What do you want then?”

“I want my life back! You took it from me, if you had just left me and my crimes, my work, alone, I could’ve had a life. I want the letters from my fiancé back!”

And at that point I appeared like, “whoa whoa whoa wait… your FIANCÉ? As in a WOMAN financé?”

He said “Yes? Why is that hard to believe?”

And me and Sherlock looked at each other like wtf, but then Sherlock said. “I have the letters… I didn’t know that’s what was in them, but I have them.”

He gave the letter to me, it was still sealed in a gold envelope. I said, “I wanna see these letters.”

Moriarty said, “Don’t you dare!”

But I started to open the letter anyway, and inside… was a huuuge amount of money he had stolen and was hiding in a fake letter. I showed Sherlock, we looked at Jim, he winked at us, grabbed the money, and ran away again, and I said to Sherlock, “Soo…there’s no woman…”

Sherlock said, “I can’t believe we fell for that, he’s so gay.”

Hands- Cassian Andor


anonymous asked:
I don’t know about everyone else but I’m excited for any Cassian content!!! Keen as a Mexican bean! But if you want a little prompt to hopefully kickstart you mind; what about write something based off the word “hands”? Anything at all, the first thing that comes to your mind write it! I hope you get out of it soon darling

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Warnings: None

A/N: Don’t know how special this one is, but at least it got me out of the rut! :) Thanks for your patience, loves. As always. 

He had strong, capable hands. Marred with scars and callouses. I remembered how they’d felt against my skin…running up my thighs, and skimming along my sides as he slipped my shirt off.

You could tell a lot about person based on what kind of hands they had. And I was nothing more than putty in Cassian Andor’s hands.

He caught me alone in the corridor, catching up to me after I’d been caught watching him meticulously clean the blaster that normally hung at his hip.

His fingers curled around my wrist, pulling me to a stop.

“Not now, Cassian.” I murmured, trying to shrug him off. Instead, he tightened his hold on me and pulled me closer.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked calmly, his voice barely above a whisper. I lifted my gaze from the floor to meet his dark brown eyes and instantly regretted it. His expression was filled with pain, and want. Two things I wondered if he saw mirrored back at him.

I averted my gaze back to the floor, where I wouldn’t have to look at his perfect face. “It’s just better this way, Cass. You know that.”

“How is this better?” he asked me in disbelief. “You let me kiss you, you sleep with me…and then you won’t even speak to me?”

“Because.” I hissed at him. I tried again to rip my hand from his hold but he held on, and I eventually gave up. I leaned against him, letting my head fall against his chest. “Because I’m afraid if we do it again, I might not be able to stop.”

I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his shirt, could feel the rising of his chest. His hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Would that be such a horrible thing?”

“Yes,” I whispered, voice muffled into the fabric of his shirt. “If something were to happen to you it would be.”

There was a small part of me, though, that knew it was already too late for that. That how I felt about him was very real. 

Those hands that had worked so meticulously to make me his traced my spine, running down my back until he was gripping my hips on either side. His fingers dug into my skin, pushing me back and forcing me to look up at him.

“Anything could happen to either of us. At any time. Don’t shut me out.”

I sighed, wanting so badly to just give in. I grabbed his hand and lifted it to my lips, kissing his palm. “I can’t, Cass. I’m sorry.”

Frown lines creased his forehead, as he shook his head slowly. “I’m not giving up that easily. I know how I feel. I’ll watch you walk away a hundred times if it means just once you’ll stay. All it takes is one time to change your mind.” His words made me feel momentarily breathless as he untwisted his fingers from my grasp and cupped my face, his palm warm against my cheek. He leaned in closer, the smell of fuel and leather intoxicating. “You know where to find me.”

Cassian’s lips grazed mine, barely touching them. His fingers brushed my cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Then he was gone, his warmth vanishing as his footsteps led him further and further away…once again leaving me with nothing but the echo of his touch.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! May I request an imagine about Saeran in college while also meeting MC there? I'm really curious to see what you think he'd major in, or what clubs he would join, and how he would get to know MC :)

Hellooo~ Boy, do I love Saeran!! <3 Let’s see what I come up with… I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted? >_<


Saeran Choi secretly looked forward to college. He could finally live away from his annoying brother, after all.

He had a major in Pre-Medicine. There had been one year in his life where he caught a severe virus, and had to live in the hospital. It wasn’t a bad experience, truthfully. Saeran really enjoyed learning about the different fluids and pills he had to take, always asking his nurses to explain what effect they would have on him, as well as how it processed in his body. When he had to choose what to major in, he had been unsure, but when his eye caught “Pre-Med,” he knew he wanted to work in the medical field.

Alternatively, I’d say maybe psychology, in order to learn about himself, rather than to become a therapist to help others. Still, something medical.

Can’t you just imagine Doctor Saeran Choi, with his sleek glasses, hands in his white lab coat, casting you a sideways glance out of concern as he jotted down your symptoms? “Hmm, do you have a fever…?” he would ask in his gentle, almost timid voice.

Although he knew that he should concentrate on his studies, he had been recruited on the second string for the soccer club, and he found himself enjoying it much more than he expected. When he played, he found himself smiling more than he’d ever smiled in his entire life. Interacting with the other members, protecting each other, teasing each other… it was the first time he made friends all by himself. The first time that people really liked and befriended him for who he was, and didn’t overlap him with his brother.

You would be the one who recruited him to the Astronomy Club. “The stars…. They’re always out there, shining brightly even when the clouds shadow their light. I want to learn the names of all those courageous stars, and all their friends too,” you had said. You truly, wholeheartedly admired the stars, and couldn’t help but ramble about it when recruiting members.

Saeran had immediately felt a connection with you. Though he would never voice his opinion, he also admired the stars for the same reason. His childhood wasn’t exactly pleasant, but he related to the stars. Every obstacle in his life was merely a dark, passing cloud. But he would be like a star, persevering to be recognized for his strength in the vast darkness.

He only went to the club for you. To see you. To watch you smile around your friends. To get closer to you. He’d walk you to your bus stop even though it was completely inconvenient for him, and make excuses after the club to make you stay even a little bit longer with him. “MC, can you explain that to me again…? I couldn’t really understand, sorry…” he’d ask, blushing.

He’d also make the first move. “Hey… this coming Thursday, there’s a meteor shower late at night… I know you have class on Friday afternoon, but… would you still like to watch it with me?”

You grinned. “Dr. Choi~ If I get sick from staying up so late with you, will you take care of me?”

It had only been a joke, but the look in his eyes was so serious and determined, you ended up being the one to blush instead of him.

He chuckled, looking at you with shy adoration in his eyes, “…Is that a yes?”

Ohh dear. Up to this point, I’ve really liked Dewey - yeah, he’s a goofball, but he’s a goofball with good intentions, or so I’ve thought. I’ve really enjoyed seeing his character work against common politician tropes, and I’d be disappointed to see him start to fill that role. Is he gonna turn heel on us?

Nope! Looks like he’s more mature and level-headed than I previously thought. What was it Pearl said back in Rose’s Scabbard? “It’s the mark of a great leader, knowing just what to keep hidden from everyone you’re trying to protect.” And now we’re seeing Dewey deal with that burden - knowing that the issue is out of his control, but wanting to keep tensions low and his community happy. I doubt this is something you should lie about - it’s just the power, and it can be fixed. People will live; this isn’t life or death. Giving them an absolute deadline is a terrible idea, but Dewey only has their best interests at heart. I’m pleasantly surprised - he’s not lying because he’s malicious, he’s lying because he cares.

anonymous asked:

okay so as anyone who breathes near me knows, i'm in love with your fic. i wanted to ask, you mentioned you'd planned a buzzfeed article in an early fic draft. did you ever write it? could we see it? speaking of buzzfeed, i keep thinking of the memes about these two (post-)canon. "top 10 nikiforov-katsuki rivalry moments that actually might have just been really really bad flirting"

I never wrote it but it might appear in the companion fic if it fits in well enough! And omg  “top 10 nikiforov-katsuki rivalry moments that actually might have just been really really bad flirting” would be so hilarious like, ‘that moment when Katsuki said something to Nikiforov on the Olympic podium that stunned him, was he insulting him or flirting with him - cast your votes now’

I've got you deep in the heart of me (3/3)
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Fuck you,” Emma says, breathing heavily. “Fuck you. I thought you got it.”

Regina shakes her head. “You don’t even get it,” she says, bitterly mocking. “You don’t know what you want. You’d rather believe in a fraud than you would acknowledge that it doesn’t matter. Isn’t that what your New York dream is?”

It’s over a year of animosity restrained, Regina’s resentment finally unleashed with the threat of Emma running, and– “You’re wrong,” Emma says, straightening. “You’re wrong about this. I always knew what I wanted.” She’d done what she’d done in spite of it, and if Regina doesn’t know that, then…

She turns on her heel, yanking open the study door and barely noticing Henry on the other side of it, gaping at her. “Enjoy your new soulmate,” she bites out, stalking toward the door. “I know he will.”

Regina says, “Go to hell,” and Emma storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.

anonymous asked:

do you know why the number plate isn't KAZ 2Y5 on the impala anymore?

is it for when they were hiding from the fbi?


Everything We Know About the Beautiful Impala can be found here in case you wanted to dig more into it. I, being the nerd that I am, have probably read the entire site by now lol. 

License plates baby has had so far: C-45P4 (1973), BQN 9R3 (1997), KAZ 2Y5 (2005-07), RMD 5H2 (wish-verse 2006), CNK 80Q3 (2007-Present). 

According to Superwki home of all things SPN Fun Facts :D, “The license plates are “KAZ 2Y5” Kansas plates for all of season one and most of season two, until they switch to “CNK 80Q3” Ohio plates in order to avoid detection.” You are right anon. Season 2 was the season the Fbi were on their asses.  

Originally posted by deanschevyimpala

lipstickandwhiskey  asked:

Sam + fluff + “do it. i dare you.” + “forget i even asked you.” + huddle for warmth trope

Originally posted by html-shutup

“What’d you say?” Sam asked, his voice sleepy and husky. 

“Forget I even asked you.” You turned away from him shivering under the thin blankets, wishing more than anything for a fluffy down comforter and a space heater on high. 

“What’d you ask, kid?”

“I just asked if I could come sleep in your bed because I’m freezing, but it’s fine.” 

“Get over here would ya?”

It didn’t take you more than a couple seconds to spring from your bed and get to his, diving under the covers he held up for you. The difference was immediate and apparent, your shivers stopping within seconds, and you let your eyes fall shut. 

“You know,” Sam said, his voice cutting through your sleep haze, “there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” 

“Do it, I dare you,” you responded back, your eyes opening just in time to see Sam inch closer to you, a smirk on his face. Your eyes fell shut as he gave the gentlest of kisses, a kiss that you leaned into, a kiss you knew you’d never forget as long as you lived. 

“That was quite the dare you accepted,” you said as the kiss broke. 

“Running on the fumes of liquid courage and a little sleep deprived bravery.” 

You laughed at Sam’s word and he wrapped his arms around you, your head tucking under his chin. 

“Warm yet?” 

“Mmmmm,” you responded, snuggling into his broad chest, the heat seeping into your bones and sleep quickly overtaking your tired mind. 

When you woke up the next morning, warmer than was comfortable and happier than you ever remember being, you snuggled deeper into Sam’s chest as he stirred, his arms tightening around you, wishing you could stay that way for the rest of the day. 

“We’ve gotta get up soon, need to be at the M.E.’s office by 8,” Sam said, his voice rumbling through your drowsy haze. 

“Five more minutes.” And Sam laughed at your petulance and grumbling. 

But monsters wouldn’t wait five more minutes. 



Kade: “So who’s the guy that just barged by me, eh?”
Cleo: “An idiot that threw his friendship with me away with ease. I know for sure you wouldn’t throw our friendship away easily, would you? You’re way too nice to do that.”
Kade: “Of course I wouldn’t! Why would I want to lose seeing that dopey smile of yours? And plus, I feel like you’d kick my ass if I just up and disappeared.”
Cleo: “You’re right about that.”