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anonymous asked:

Heya,Can I get a ship for DC? I'm a 5'4" smol gay boi,with ridiculous brown hair(cowlick be crazy)I once memorized Shrek is Love but if you ask me what I ate this morning.I won't know.I have dyscalculia and can't read clocks.I spent a year learning how to and now? Wall clocks, who's she? I have an issue with light, my eyes don't react right so the sun hurts me. So I'm a forced night dweller/emo incarnate. Ha. Expect bad puns and random elaborate strategies for things like getting the toast out.

IDK why but I feel like Jason would be a good match for you? I feel like he will think your hair is cute and will like to ruffle it a lot. He doesn’t mind that you don’t always remember everything, but he will be really amused at what your head does hold onto. Oh my god you can be his little vampire boyfriend that is spoopy and precious I am dying. He loves your elaborate strategies for everyday things, as long as it doesn’t involve flamethrowers. He has had more than one bad experience with those.

Also: Can I adopt you you sound so smol and precious

  • Harry: Malfoy, do you have a spare quill?
  • Draco: Why? So you can subtly touch my hand and leave me wondering if that was intentional or not?
  • Harry:
  • Draco: Next thing I know, you'll be shoving me against a wall and kiss me.
  • Harry:
  • Draco: Or better yet, we will be locked in some random room, forced to share a bed.
  • Harry: What?
  • Draco: What, it could happen!
Dragon Age Origins Companions as things my Social Sciences teacher has said/done:
  • Morrigan: *Picks up piece of chalk and throws it across the room at someone* shut up while I'm talking; it's not that hard.
  • Alistair: *Walks into room late* I love you guys - my therapist told me I should take a year off for my mental health but instead I'm still here and you guys make it bearable.
  • Sten: *picks up empty desk and throws it into wall before looking at a random person in the class* pick that up. Now.
  • Leliana: *decides to tell us a story during class* Back when I lived in Portugal I was kidnapped as a child. It was an experience, they threw me in the back of their car, and ya. They let me go after like a week though.
  • Zevran: *In the middle of the final exam* Guys, I posted a picture on my instagram, a selfie, and whoever can guess how many likes it has gotten within the first five minutes gets an extra 5% on their exam.
  • Wynne: I'm getting old, but like, I look good today, right?Like I mean these pants look really good and I dressed up nice today instead of in my gym clothes.
  • Shale: *walks in class late* honestly, I'm not in the mood today, class is canceled.
  • Ogrehn: *at a museum for a trip, whispers to me and my friend as we walk behind the female guide in the back* She totally likes me. What do you think? Of course she does.
Viktor’s Love

Ok I have to get to work so this is gonna be rushed af and incoherent and all but like can we just take a moment because

Like Yuuri being precious smol innocent sinamon roll as always, just happy to finally stand by everyone and share food and drinks and all, ever so grateful that he’s come this far, and met the love of his life in the process, which he couldn’t even get the nerve to talk to before. But we now know that’s not true because he basically declared his love via interpretive dance. Exhibit A:


Ok so it goes without saying that this is where Viktor fell in love. He’s just like omg this quiet meek guy is not what he seems like at all and by god just marry me already. And THEN, this darling little Katsudon goes on, after they’ve already parted, goes on to perform Viktor’s very own Stay Close to Me:

WHICH I’M PRETTY SURE VIKTOR INTERPRETED AS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF: I haven’t forgotten; please come back to me, please be my coach. Look how well I skated this piece, just for you. This is me proving I’m worthy to skate with you as my coach.

Which leads me to this. Viktor’s priceless reaction:

Because like, ok. Imagine being Viktor. You share this amazing night with this guy and you fall in love at first dance basically, and it’s just so so great because again look at how much FUN they’re having together and the way they’re smiling at each other and it’s like Viktor says in this episode, love and life were something he’d ignored for far too long. But here comes Yuuri to change all that. 

And now imagine, showing up at that hot spring. Like tada here I am! Aren’t you glad! And Yuuri freaking the fuck out. And Viktor thinking how endearing that is because aw he’s shy. 

Aw he’s embarrassed from everything that happened when they were drunk

Aw he just needs to open up his walls and he’ll be the same guy he met on that night. 

If you ask me I think this explains Viktor’s boldness throughout the series. Because it’s like he’s been in love all. this. time. and he’s just going around assuming Yuuri is the same way. The whole ‘let’s sleep together’ and ‘be my boyfriend’ and ‘tell me all about yourself’ at the beginning isn’t just Viktor being a cocky bastard. It’s Viktor being in love. In complete and absolute love. 

And it sort of explains the whole Eros thing too. Because it’s not just on a random whim or even the fact that Viktor wants Yuuri to step out of his comfort zone. It’s because he KNOWS he’s more than capable, because he’s SEEN it before. 

Which he follows with something along the lines of ‘you’ll show it to me soon, won’t you?’ 

Which basically now I’m gonna interpret as Viktor trying to get Yuuri to understand that what he did on that night was a hell of a lot more seductive than Yuuri himself might even realize, and if he can control that, then it’ll be the hook line sinker that’ll get him to finals. 

Also a bit of revenge since, I’m assuming this was probably the first time Viktor was ever caught off guard. I mean seeing Yuuri doing things like that was probably enough to catch anyone off guard. And so maybe this whole time Viktor was just trying to get even, trying to prove that he could seduce Yuuri just as much as Yuuri had seduced him (and not exactly in the sultry way).

And I just. I’m so happy. 

Please excuse my rambles. I’ll try to edit this after I get home.

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with – mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad’s stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I’ve loved my fans from the very first day, but they’ve said things and done things recently that make me feel like they’re my friends – more now than ever before. I’ll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.

Maybe I do still think about you a hundred times a day. Maybe I do still think of you when I do certain things, like wear my hair that way you loved or listen to a song you showed me. Maybe I do still cry sometimes, pieces of my heart rolling down my cheeks as fast as rivers. Maybe I do still feel that last kiss on my lips some days. Maybe I do still say your name a little sweeter than his. Maybe I am still struggling to let go. But at the end of even my very worst days, days when I saw memories of you everywhere I went, only heard your name in every story someone told, I’m still a little less broken than when you left me. I can breathe. I can laugh. I can get out of bed, put on my makeup, and make it through the day without crying all of it off. I can feel the cracks you left healing, feel my mind pushing you out a little more every day. I know I will wake up one day, maybe in a month, maybe in 10 years, but one day I will wake up next to someone who loves me just as much as I love them. Someone who will recognize that when I love, I love with everything in me. I don’t believe in holding back. I will give him everything, and he’ll love the good, and he’ll love that I’m honest about the bad. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I talk so much, and that my laugh echoes off the walls. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I’m clingy because he knows that texting him every 20 minutes when we’re apart is my way of saying that he’s the most important person in my phone. He’ll spend his whole life loving my big eyes and watching the colors change. He’ll spend his whole life loving my arms around him, and my late night “I love you"s, and my random bursts of goofy that he’ll never understand but he’ll love that it keeps him on his toes. He’ll spend his whole life loving all the things you did, but he’ll love them enough to know that someone like me can’t be replaced, and he’ll know better than to let me feel unloved. He’ll spend his whole life loving all of me. And on that day that I wake up next to him, I won’t remember the boy who took my love for granted when I was 17. But trust me, you’ll remember me. A small piece of you will always remember me.
—  I’m irreplaceable, you’re a dime a dozen

Random things my brother has said on laughing gas after his dentist appointment as peculair children

Enoch: What if Mom came home and “other guys will feed you lies but I’ll take you to Micky D’s” was written with our blood on the walls?

Emma: Why does the dog want to eat me. Woah. I’ll have to eat him first. *dog walks away* ok.

Horace: *singing I Wanna Know What Love Is* *I join in* Wow you suck

Bronwyn: I love this dog like a child *dog walks away* ungrateful child

Olive: Moving around is for chumps, if I wanted to get up I could *doesn’t move* I don’t want to get up

Fiona: Did Mom throw out the catctuses? I didn’t even name them…which one was mine?

Hugh: *random screeching noises followed by laughter*

Claire: Can you get me a popscicle? *gets him a popscicle* wow I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I don’t want a popscicle.

Millard: I’ve made a new invention; I call it;;;a dog

Jacob: aw ski ski mother fuckers

Miss Peregrine(my mom): BRIAN!

Jacob: aw ski ski goddamn

One Piece 858 thoughts

Finally I find the time/mood to make another review! And couldn’t be a chapter for it. 

My wifi hates me, so not many images today. Let’s start with the wonderful, glorious, cover - The first one, because we even have two. To all the people who said Luffy shouldn’t forgive Sanji, the rest of the crew is still angry with him… here’s your answer. The crew has many different characters and responses on all kinds of situations, but this doesn’t change: they have the utmost respect for their captain and will follow his judgement. 

This is actually something that evolved after the timeskip: Luffy is now clearly more mature. The death of Ace had him forcefully realize that adventure and friendship  is all good and so on, but at some point you must stop and think. Luffy before timeskip was about to tell Usopp to leave the crew and lose Zoro’s respect. Luffy, now, asks questions - to Sanji - and listens to answers - that he thankfully understands as lies. 

As for the second one… well. 

You lost because you didn’t win

English-speaking people must have a difficult time realizing how it feels to learn a bit of English in middle school and starting to write random cool phrases that mean eveything but als kinda notjing worth saying like “I love you” or “Be yourself xoxo” on each other’s diaries. It’s a teenage thing - or maybe not, since I still write poems on my walls -, it’s a phase, it passes. Apparently Oda- sensei isn’t out of it yet. And likes tautologies. 

By the way I lpve this cover because it literally supports every ship possible with Nami: Sanami, Zonami, Lunami… but in particular SANAMI BECAUSE THE FRICKING NUMBER ON HER SHIRT IS A 73. Whatever. Leave me alone. Other than that, as per @sanjiafsincedayone‘s posts we know that 73 and 32 rapresents Sanji and Nami. So I guess the other numbers have some meaning as well. 

I don’t really get the point of this page… to show that the wedding is approaching - as per the clock…? - nor the point of this new character. Oda generally gives everything a meaning, but sometimes he doesn’t… I think. 

Pekoms is being held prisoner back by Jinbei’s crew not to let him spill a word of the plan to Big Mom - this dude is way too loyal, that witch doesn’t deserve him. I like seeing some strange races every now and then and I just looove Praline’s design, I’d let her step on me - something she couldn’t do, given the fact she has no legs lol - but every time I see her, I fricking wonder: HOW DID BIG MOM GIVE BIRTH TO A MERMAID. To be more specific: HOW DID SHE CONCEIVE HER

But One Piece is kids-friendly so I guess we’ll never know, uh…

Big Mom leaves her  underlings quite a bit of freedom, letting Bege even have his own castle. Vito the evil fanboy - in contrast to Bartolomeo the good fanboy - meets them and tells them to have a bath. And Luffy’s the one staying focused on the most urgent matters, can you believe it??? But Sanji and Luffy look at each other and agree they do quite stink LOL

The boys get some fanservice and we get some hints and recap. For us hardcore fans of One Piece this is quite useless, but since all the friends I have that don’t read OP say it’s because it’s too long and there’s too much stuff to remember …I guess it makes sense. And with what Carrot says here, I’m more and more convinced she’ll join the crew - or at the very least be with them for a while longer. 

Lola’s was asked in marriage by the the Giants’ prince, Loki - named after the Northern Mythology god of deceit Loki, but this is tumblr and Tom Hiddleston exists, I don’t really need to tell you right? -, here goes the double gag, cause

A. She was asked in marriage - because of her personality I guess, but jokes aside, she was really a good girl

B. They still understood Lola=/=Chiffon, I don’t know how.

And by the way for the Sanami shippers here, Nami is impressed at the mention of a prince

So my theory of Mama needing Ceasar’s help because of her hatred towards giants was partially correct. She wanted their army and now wants to get the Vinsmokes’. Also, she’s an abusive parent, but nothing new here. 

Here’s just how big Sanji’s heart his. Personally, I would side with Chiffon, I don’t think she’s cruel or anything, many would side with her, and I can tell because so many thought not only Sanji would let his family die, but even kill them himself. And instead…

They beat him. Verbally and emotionally abused him. His own father tried to kill him, and now are using him… and even so…

Getting to the gag stuff - which, as always, I love - Brook did in fact have a fierce battle, Luffy! And yet again, how is the level-headed one… I’d never thought I’d put “Luffy” and “level-headed” in the same sentence ….

What the hell is up with your bodies!

We all ‘ve been wondering hon. W’all ‘ve been wondering. 

Next up, the Mafia runaway! I love how they look, so 20′s … but why didn’t they give Sanji a suit as well? I know it’s what he wears all the time, but he’ll end up looking unelegant in comparison, and I cannot have that. Carrot’s so adorable with her hat, but Pedro just feels terribly uneasy, you can tell, and not because Ceasar’s sitting right next to him. 

Ahhhh he’s wearing shorts! He couldn’t be that elegant I guess. Pity. 


For once!


Is no-one going to say anything at Luffy wearing two hats? Okay…

And then the mess happens. Poor Jinbei. He’s astonished. 

Yup.  We all wonder. 

substition bride with Nami please? 

What am I doing wrong?

Like I see all these imagine blogs get complements on their imagines/edits and actually get things in their ask box for a ask post they reblog. They get complements on their selfies. They get anons asking for advice, anons talking about their day/talking about random stuff or just anons randomly saying that they love the said blog. They interact with their followers. I want that. I want anons who say that they actually like my writing because honey, it ain’t easy! I want anons/followers actually want to know things about me. I want that. What am I doing wrong? I try to interact with y'all but it’s like I’m talking to a wall.

Live life golden Part 5

Jungkook x reader

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Name: Priyanka
Age: 23
Country: India


My name is Priyanka and I live in India. I’ve never had a pen pal before. My interests include reading novels (e.g All the bright places, 1980, perks of being a wall flower,Harry Potter etc) . Watching movies and TV series like supernatural, teen Wolf,game of thrones ,star wars etc (the list is long… believe me). In music I am currently into 21pilots,my chemical romance,the neighborhood,1975 etc.

I love discussing random things and theories , like about sci-fi ,politics , society etc.

I want someone to exchange emails or messages and be friends with.

Preferences: Anyone around the age of 20-25.. speak English.. preferably from other country since I would like to learn about different cultures and places. Has to be open minded.

gayderade  asked:

Okay so Experimentation is my favorite Bechloe fic at the moment, and I just gotta let yOU knOW why. Besides the obvious mad writing skills youre sporting, you just really really know how to specifically write for the PP fandom??? Like, you write a perfect Beca Mitchell??? I dont think Ive read many fics that really capture her as well as you do. I honestly wouldnt be surprised if Canon hired you to write a few bits of the PP3 script.

Really, it’s mostly just….

No, wait. Wait, wait. You’ve made me nervous with your compliments.

This is just… So nice! Obviously, as many writers are, I’m a whore for hearing WHY people like my stuff (seriously, just ask my beta). And like… whenever someone tells me I’ve done a good job writing a character, that really makes my day? Every single time? Because, for me anyway, that’s one thing that really makes me nervous. Finding the character’s voice (or in this case, like 8 of them) and trying to write them realistically (which can be hard, case in point; Lilly. Or Fat Amy. Or Flo. Fuck, no, all of them. Every single one) because they can say some random-ass shit, and then that’s wall we get from them in the movies. So, while it’s fun to try and flesh them out, it’s also super daunting.

I appear to have gone off on a small tirade.

Sorry. I really just wanted to say thank you and i love you for taking the time to stop by my ask and say SUCH. NICE. THINGS.

But i can promise you no one has asked me to write anything for the PP3 script. Sorry. ;)

anonymous asked:

can u do a tut on how u decorate? becuz its so cute thanks xoxo

hi tysm this is so sweet!! i dnt really know how to make a tutorial? but i can leave some steps/tips, hope they help!

  1. pick a color scheme, i usually pick big items first, color schemes dont have to match! if u want to have every piece of furniture clashing binch u do it! i usually pick things that look different w a few matching colors, or shades of similar colors!

    2. add in big items next, or at least plan out where u want ur essentials to be       for example if its a kitchen plan out where u want ur stove, fridge, whatever. it     doesnt even have to be functional if u dont want it to be!

    3. use bb.showhiddenobjects and bb.moveobjects on! literally will save ur life

    4. when adding clutter try out different things! try to imagine the house being       lived in and where things could be randomly placed so it looks lived in.                 Thinking something is weird? use it why not?? i put a sewing table in the             middle of the kitchen and it looked fine so lmao go crazy

I apprently love to put a cluster of plants in inconvenient spots! soo.. anyways covering up walls with random clutter also helps a room look more finished! just try out new things and check out blogs u like for inspo! sorry this probably didnt help at all !!!

Heres my interiors tag if you want some more examples!

I’m bored so I’m writing a smutty phanfic okay

(Phil pov)

It was just like any other day. Dan was sleeping in, of course, like he always does. It was already 1 o’clock, so I figured I’d wake him up to film our next “DURR-VERS-PHURR” (As in, Dan vs Phil). I silently tiptoed into his room, ready with a hot mug of coffee for when he woke up, and froze when I walked in the door. 

In his sleep, Dan had kicked off all his blankets to the floor, and was lying there in nothing but his boxers. I felt a familiar twitching starting to begin from whenever I saw him like this, but I stifled my physical needs for now. I stepped towards him, put the hot mug of coffee on his night table, and leaned towards his face, ready to whisper his name to wake him, but realized he might feel kind of awkward if his best friend walked in on him sleeping in his underwear… So I walked over to the end of his bed to pull the blankets back over him.

As I was beginning to pull up the blankets, I accidentally glanced up. From this angle, I had an amazing view of Dan. I could see his adorable face, completely relaxed in his sleep, with his eyelids fluttering every few seconds, and his somewhat chiseled abs, visible because he was shirtless, and because he had the metabolism of a hummingbird, he never gained any weight. He was perfect. As I continued looking at the gorgeous man before me, my eyes fell past his waist. There was that twitching again, stronger now since I realized he was hard in his sleep…

Before I knew what I was doing, I reached over and tentatively touched him and rubbed my hand over the tent in his boxers. What was I doing? This was wrong. I stepped back, blinking out of the haze I had been in. Dan had grown harder from my touch, and I prayed he wouldn’t wake up. I turned to just walk out and make a new pot of coffee, when I heard him stir. I glanced behind me, expecting to see him awake, and braced myself for a flurry of questions from him, only to find he had completely removed his boxers. I glanced down at myself, feeling a strange tension, only to realize that he was causing this. My best friend. Oh god.

I guessed he had accidentally removed his underwear while turning over, so I figured I would leave before he woke up, when I saw him wrap his hand around himself. I ducked behind the door frame, in case he awoke, but continued to watch. He began pumping his hand up and down, and I fought the urge to touch myself as well. He continued this, and I continued to watch, until I heard him start to talk and moan in his sleep. At first the words were jumbled and confusing, and mixed in with unintelligible moans, but slowly the words started to take shape. 

I listened to him say useless words for a few minutes, when suddenly the words became less random and more sexual. I heard an arrangement of things ranging from: “Harder”, “Oh my god”, “Daddy”, and a bunch of groaning, when he said something as he came that made me jump back behind the wall. In a crystal clear, and also somewhat loud, voice, he said:

“Oh my god, Phil, I’m about to come. I’m about to… Oh my god, Phil!”

My lower region jumped up at least another inch when I heard that. Did he really just…? I leaned my head back into his room, to just barely make out the words: “I love you, Phil, you know that?” As he drifted back off to sleep. 

Well. Okay then.

I silently closed his door and sprinted to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and immediately shed all my clothes and ran a hot shower. I was determined to take care of my current problem and deal with Dan’s dreams later. I glanced to find myself at the hardest I had ever been. It only took me a few minutes. 

When I got out of the shower, I was surprised to find Dan wide awake, sitting at the table. I knew he hadn’t seen me in his room, so why did he look so awkward? I looked him over, to find him holding a mug of coffee. A still hot mug of coffee. A mug of coffee that I had left in his room moments before he had that wonderful dream. I was utterly screwed. 

“So… how was your sleep?” I asked, tentatively.

“Good.” Dan replied, staring directly at the table.

I decided to back off for now, praying that he couldn’t see me blushing, even though he was visibly red. I was about to say something what he suddenly mumbled a sentence.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“I know you saw me.” He said again, clearer this time.

I saw him smirk a little as he sipped his coffee. 

“And judging by the warmth of this coffee that was on my table, you stayed to watch.” He mentioned.

I tried to come up with some sort of excuse, to make it seem like I hadn’t just ruined our friendship, but I couldn’t. Dan, surprisingly, didn’t seem to care much. He was staring at me, smirking, with his cheeks stained red from his obvious embarrassment. I couldn’t tell what kind of embarrassment, though. 

“I just..” I began, but was silenced by Dan leaning forward and placing his hand on my mouth. 

“I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t need an excuse if I didn’t mind you seeing that.”

I stared at him, wondering if he was even aware of what he had said during his “session”. He must know, right? If he said he didn’t mind me watching, what could it really hurt. He was sleeping too, he couldn’t have possibly meant much of what he said. Especially not the whole “loving me” thing. I covered my head with my hands, taking his hand from my mouth, and debated what to do. 

Before I had decided on what I was doing, I had crossed to the other side of the table and staddled Dan’s lap. He did say he didn’t mind, right? I didn’t have much to lose, anyway, all ideas of friendship were a little warped right now. Dan’s voice cracked as he started to process what was happening and he turned bright red. 

“What are you..MMPH.” I slammed my mouth onto his, kissing with the most passion I had ever dared to show. 

I was terrified.

Dan pushed my face away from his, and I was struck with the most panic I had ever felt. There was certainly no going back now, so I started to cry. Now, this wasn’t a full on sob, as I would do sometimes when I realized he would never be mine, this was simply a few scared tears. I stared Dan directly in the face and he stared back, not leaving my eyes for a single second. I tilted my head down to lean on his chest and whispered the word: “Sorry.” I felt his hand wrap around my back to pull me closer. I couldn’t believe I had made such a mistake. Maybe he was just trying to be funny and joke around, and I took it wrong? What have I done to us? What have I done to myself? I kept letting myself get caught up in my own mind, when I felt Dan’s breath on my neck. 

I heard a faint whisper: “Phil, remember when we were younger and I joked about always wanting to be the dominant one in a relationship? I wasn’t joking, I was hinting.” 

I felt myself get lifted off his lap and thrown over his shoulder. What was happening? I was unceremoniously thrown onto Dan’s bed on my back. I was suddenly aware of how cold I felt, after leaning on Dan’s chest for a while, when I was enveloped by warmth. Dan, my crush, my best friend of several years, was straddling me, on his own bed. He leaned over, breathing in my face for a few moments, before diving down, straight towards my mouth. He pulled me up by my shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the muscles in his back rippling as he moved, pulling him closer. But it wasn’t close enough. I gently reached over and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and leaning back to admire him for a moment, when I felt a pair of hands move towards my waistline and tug my shirt over my head as well. Of course, like an idiot, I was wearing a shirt with a collar, which Dan couldn’t pull over my head. I chuckled as he attempted to sexily undo the buttons on the collar, and he sighed and gave up, laughing as he slipped his hands underneath my shirt and around the small of my back. I worked at undoing the buttons on my shirt, and gently pushed him away as I removed my shirt as well. I winked at him as I removed it, exposing my chest and low-cut jeans. He shuddered, and I got a taste of how nice it could be to be dominant. He scraped his nails over my back as he drew me closer, and continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. I entangled my tongue with his, tasting his saliva as it mixed with my own. 

He worked his hands down my chest towards my belt buckle and began to undo it, slowly removing my jeans until I was left with nothing but my boxers on, just as he had been this morning. He smirked, taking in my size and hardness with his eyes, and rubbed his thumb over my tip, causing me to gasp from the sudden touch. I decided to humour his behaviour and remove his jeans as well. I wrapped my hands around his ass, and giggled when he raised an eyebrow, then kissed him at the exact second I wrapped my hand around him too see how he would react. He gasped audibly, even though he was being stifled by my mouth. I set to removing his boxers, and kneeled back, kissing his chest as I went. I glanced up for approval, and began to pull down, placing my mouth on his tip the moment it was visible. He jerked his waist up involuntarily, clearly craving more. I wrapped one hand around him, then another, then placed my mouth on him and began to swirl my tongue. I licked every inch of him, glancing up every little while to see what had become of Dan, only to find him, every time, biting his lip to hold back a moan, staring at me. 

“You don’t have to hold back, you know.” I moaned in the sexiest voice I could manage. 

I set about getting him to at least moan once, and let my mouth widen to allow more of him in it. I hummed, so I wouldn’t gag, and deepthroated him as far as I could go, wrapping my hands around what wouldn’t fit. There. 5 Inches in my mouth, three in my hands. He was big. I swallowed, to see how he would react, and react he did. Dan jerked his head up, releasing a barely contained groan, before exclaiming:

“Phil, I’m going to…” 

I got the message and backed off, working with my hands for a moment, but I craved him even more, so I went back with my mouth, moving up and down as he began to pulse. Dan screamed as he met his release, and I was proud of myself for getting him there. I managed to swallow every last drop.

Now, I wasn’t expecting anything in return, and figured I could handle my seven and a half inch situation myself, but Dan quickly recovered and towered over me. 

“Now what did I say earlier about dominance?”

Oh no.

He tore off my underwear, quickly exposing me to the cool air. This was the first time anyone had seen me naked in ages… 

He kissed me as he wrapped one hand around me, and put his other hand in my hair, pulling my head closer to his, even though our faces were already crushed together in a passionate kiss. I gasped as he pumped his hand up and down while simultaneously playing with my hair. I was instantly addicted to him, even more than I had been in years. He began working his way down, trailing kisses down my chest as he went.

“A copycat, huh? You’re doing what I did to you.” I jokingly mentioned.

“Not quite.” Dan whispered, with a smile.

He landed a gentle kiss on my tip, instantly sending me to another world, but I was brought back when he started talking to me.

“So, have you ever tried, umm… anything, here?” Dan whispered awkwardly while grabbing my ass. 

“You know, I can’t say I have.” I replied, with full certainty and trust.

Dan’s awkward face instantly transformed into one I had never seen before, one of pure, undiluted lust. He pushed my legs apart, keeping me on my back, as I smiled up at him. 

“So you wouldn’t know how to…” He began.

I nearly screamed from the pleasure as he inserted a finger into me as he finished his sentence.

“How to.. reach….” 

He curled his finger slightly.


This time, I did scream and moan, all at once. Dan knew his stuff. 

He began to curl and uncurl his finger as he leaned down to suck me off. Within minutes, I reached my limit, and only had time to squeak out the word: “Dan” before I experienced the most violent orgasm of my life. My vision clouded over as I let my load into Dan’s mouth. 

I was suddenly very sleepy, even though it was still mid-afternoon, and once again, only barely heard his words: 

“I love you, Phil.”

My eyes were open in an instant, staring directly into his bottomless eyes, getting lost in his features as I uttered words I never thought I would ever be able to say to my soulmate:

“I love you too, Dan”

We refused to move for hours, cuddled in each others arms, sharing kisses and talking, and sometimes not moving at all, taking in the moment. 

“How are we gonna tell the Phandom?” Dan suddenly whispered.

“Shit” I had no clue. In fact, I still have no clue. 

(I’ve never even written fanfiction so this is probably bad. Also I’m sorry if any of my friends see this. Aimee, I’m sorry if you went through the trouble of reading this. I am tired. And also Kennedy I’m sorry)

anonymous asked:

heyy can i request just a fluffy ball of bf material hoseok and his bf?? ilysm


-ok so hoseok is like the brightest and best boyfriend in the world there is sO much to say

-random flowers! if he sees a nice flower on the way to your house he’s gonna pick it for you

-lots of cuddles in your bedroom just goofing off and talking, playing video games, etc

-he always says he’s going to cook for you but really just microwaves some pizza

-’but he does it with love so that’s what matters’ 

-lots of dates start with you two meeting up at his dance studio

-if you don’t dance that’s okay! no matter how bad you are he’s going to try to teach you and take baby steps

-and if you’re tired he’s happy to just let you sit out and watch him dance 

-which is really nice he’s so graceful and fluid and just so good to watch

-and eventually you two clean up and go out 

-(plus jimin and jungkook as other dancers teasing you for being coupley in the studio) 

-active dates are really fun! he wants to go swimming with you, go see a faire, bike down to the hole in the wall ice cream shop a few miles away, play at the beach… 

-speaking of that if you’re close enough you two are that beach couple

-lots of days out on the sand in the sun just napping and listening to music and jumping in the water when you get too hot 

-oH another thing! random 2am text messages! 

-’hey ik you’re sleeping but i opened up my phone to check the time and saw you on my lockscreen and i just wanna say how cute your little freckle is??? yes okay i love you goodnight’ 

I remember a time when I couldn’t look anyone in the eye for fear of triggering something I thought I had locked away in the depths of my memory.
I remember a time, not long ago actually, when I looked into your eyes and all I saw was a reflection of my fear. My fear of losing myself in your gaze and of seeing traces of pity and sadness that I may have been imagining.
Is it not a funny thing now that I look forward to looking at you everyday just to fuel my never ending need to fully understand every part of you? That I can stare into your soft gaze and find myself calming down with every ragged breath I hide?
Progress is a funny thing is it not?
—  A musing girl
Prove Me Wrong

This was just from some lyrics to a twenty one pilots song called Prove Me Wrong. I just kinda went with this. Might do another like this (a one shot made based off of lyrics), but that’s only if this is liked. Other than the one I’m working on right after posting this. 

Pair: Jake X MC

Word Count: 1,272



“I don’t know where I am supposed to go, so I might just take my pride and go. Some people, they know, know everything, but I know that they don’t know my heart”

He didn’t know what to do. On one hand he wanted to ask Iris to look up how to fix his plane and just spend all his time doing that. There had to be some gas somewhere on the island, so he could leave. He needed to get off the island. On the other hand he wanted to spend all his time with her. But why would he spend time with her when they can’t have anything between them?

He wanted to be a better man for her, but he couldn’t change the past. If only there was a way for him to return to America without being caught or being on the run. He knew that would never happen, but he did miss his family and hometown. He knew he would miss her like crazy, but that wouldn’t change that he fell in love with someone who doesn’t love him; someone who he couldn’t have and had no chance with anyway.  

He had realized that she probably just stayed around him and acting like she wanted him because who knew when they would get back to their homes. Hell, she was probably fucking around with the quarterback or someone else on this trip. It probably wasn’t just with him. He watched as she danced to some music playing as a party was going. He stood at the bar, making drinks.

Finally, he had made up his mind. He woke up early one morning and packed some things into a little back pack. On his way out he found Iris floating around the hotel.

“Hey, Iris, can you come with me for a second?” He asked.

“Of course, Jake.” Iris said with a smile and followed him to the airstrip. With Iris’s help, he figured out what he had to do to fix his plane. From that day forward, he would go to his plane every morning and work on it all day then go back to his hotel room at night. Most of the time he was unnoticed by everyone. The college kids would be lucky if they saw him at all. That is until the day someone actually found him working on his plane. Well, not anyone. Her. He saw her walking up before she made her presence known by speaking.

“So, this is where you’ve been disappearing to?” She asked.

“I’m just trying to find a way off this damn island. You kids wanna party, that’s fine.” He said making himself sound annoyed.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come to help if you needed.”

“I don’t need anything from you kids, Princess.”

“Jake, don’t be like that.”

“Like what? Tell me what I’m being, really. You fucking kids think you know everything when you don’t.”

“Don’t do this. I don’t act like I know everything.”

“You don’t?”

“Do you want to know what I know?”

“Not particularly.”

“Jesus, Jake, why can’t you just realize that I’m in love with you! I know you love me, too, dammit!”

“What is it you came here for?”

He finally moved away from his plane and turned a glare on the girl. He could see a hint of hurt in her eyes and tried to ignore it.

“I came to check up on you…I’ve been missing you.”

“Well, you’ve seen me. You can go back.”

With a shake of her head she walked away. He could have sworn he saw a tear slide down her cheek as she turned. He took a deep breath and kept working on his plane. It was almost finished. And when the time came he would be leaving with or without the kids. With or without her.

“’Cause I, oh yeah, I believe in love and I hope I can show you what I mean and I don’t believe love’s for me, oh. So won’t you come around and prove me wrong? Won’t walk the world any different and my path won’t change until you make a wall and make me fall and break me down.”

The plane was ready. He hadn’t told the kids yet. To be honest, he didn’t want to leave yet. He wanted to make things right with her first. He just didn’t know how to initiate fixing things with her. He sat in the hot tub, nursing a random bottle of alcohol, never straying from being slightly tipsy. He was lost in thoughts of her when a familiar voice brought him to reality.

“Joker, you there?” The voice said. He turned and was met with his favorite pair of eyes.

“I’m here, Princess.” He said softly.

“Does this mean the plane is ready?” She asked.

“I…yeah.” He stopped himself from just saying sorry. He had to do more than that, right? He wasn’t good at this. One night stands? He could do that. Actually falling for a beautiful girl and wanting to be with her in any possible way? He wasn’t sure how to go about that. He didn’t even deserve her love. How could he? He was a wanted man. He couldn’t give her anything she needed.

“Are you okay?” She asked, concern etching her features.

“Yeah. Princess, can you do me a favor?” He asked softly.

“Anything. What do you need?” She questioned as he started to get up.

“Spread the word to pack bags. We leave in the morning.” With that he walked off to his room. In that moment he had decided to not fix things with her. He didn’t deserve her and she didn’t need him in her life. She would probably be happy to go home and never see him again. Later while he was laying in bed, there was a knock on his bedroom door. He told them to come in and found it was her. His Princess had come.

“I told everyone. Craig and Estela don’t necessarily want to leave, but they’re getting packed.” She explained.

“So you came to my room just to say that?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No.” She said and took a few cautious steps toward the pilot.

“Then what did you come here for?” He question, sitting up on the edge of the bed. She strutted over and slowly moved so she was straddling him. Almost instantly, her lips were on hers. Their hands tangled in each other’s hair. She grinded down on him causing him to quietly moan against her lips. He pulled away from the kiss and stared into her eyes. “MC, I’m sorry for being an ass.”

“You think I haven’t dealt with asshole guys before?” She asked with a small smile.

“No, I’m sure you have. I just shouldn’t have been one of them.” He said softly.

“Jake, you know I love you, right?”

“I would like to believe that.”

“So you don’t?”

He slowly shook his head, whispering the word ‘no’. She grabbed his chin and brought his lips to hers once more. Desire, passion, and love all stuffed into one sweet kiss.

“Jake, I thought I already broke down your walls enough for you to see that I love you and want to be with you. What else do I have to do to show you I love you?”

“Prove me wrong.”

“I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“No you won’t, Princess. If you love me like you say you do, you’ll figure out what you need to do to prove me wrong.”

In need of kinky friends!!

Looking for friends who are littles and CGs!!

Name: Toby
Age:     21          Little Age/Range:   2-7
Location: Brooooklyn~
Relationship Status: Taken, but no CG.

Hobbies/ Interest

✻ fav tv show/movie: Over the Garden Wall or MLP, Pocahontas(?too many to choose)
✻ activities:
Crafts, sewing, coloring, watching movies/cartoons, baking, going out dancing, shopping, makeup.
✻ snacks: cookies, chips, pretzels. (must be gluten free!)
✻ fav color: piiiiiink.
✻ music genre: Country.
✻random fact: I have tendonitis in my legs and arms??? 

my little space is: My bed, my head, anywhere. I love getting dressed up, and my room is full of stuffies. Most things I own are pink, and I am basically a child all the time.
we could: go to starbucks! go to the park! watch movies! be text-y friends!! hold hands!!!

contact me @ littleprincesstoby.tumblr.com or @ Princess Toby #3845 on discord !!!