i need to stop doing alsos and go to bed now

mmmm adhd lance

  • lance: “i’ll be real with you i stopped listening like 5 minutes ago”
  • he gets like suuuuper hyperfocused on missions
    • guns are great weapons for him because they let him block everything else out and just look through the scope but are also stimulating because bad guys keep showin up
    • like you could leave him on a perch shooting robots for hours once he gets in the grove
  • coran, on the paladins’ first day in the castle: “-and all the rooms in the castle are soundproof so you won’t have to worry about noise at night! not a peep!” lance, already pick-pocketing pidge’s bag for her headphones: “oh awesome”
  • “hunk. huuuunk. my man. my dude. my guy. the hunkeroni to my cheese-” “what do you need lance?” “………..i can’t remember"
  • impulsive flirter
    • [sees pretty girl] [reflexively breaks out finger guns]
    • which,,, same
  • honestly just an impulsive talker in general. talks a lot. talks so much. used to be embarrassed about it but honestly he just likes talking to people too much to stop
    • lance, when he was younger: “maybe i should be quiet more maybe they think i’m weird…”
    • lance, now: “hello random stranger i am here to rescue you and also tell you all about my many feelings”
  • doesn’t matter how tired he is or where they are, he has to do some sort of skin care routine before bed “to maintain some semblance of order in my life pidge
  • lance’s hyperfocus stresses hunk out. like. he can go hours without drinking? or eating? how can you just forget to-
  • stims by kicking his feet and jiggling his legs and wiggling his toes
    • he’s a leggy boy
  • keith: [impulsive idea] lance: “no” lance’s shit brain: “…but what if-” lance: “no

Dear someone,

last time I wrote to you, I was broken. I didn’t know what to do with myself after you had left, and it felt like I was forever stuck in the same place you left me.
I’m better now. Since then, I moved to a bigger city, met new people and saw many new places. I’m building a life for myself. A life that will hopefully be filled with happiness and love. I’m building myself a future in which I am the most important person in it. I’ve stopped being just a secondary character in this beautiful play I call life. I’m tending to my needs first before I look right and left to tend to someone else’s. That doesn’t mean that I’ve become cold, doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my kindness and warmth. It means that at the end of the day I’m leaving some of the good for me too.
After you had left me, I didn’t think that I’d ever feel happiness again. I thought that life was meant to be miserable and grey. And whilst life is hard, it is also a composition of all the beautiful, magnificent things. It’s waking up in the morning, realising that you have the day off and that you can roll around in bed just a little longer. It is drinking coffee at your favourite place, and spending time with your favourite people. It is educating yourself and always striving to be better. But it’s also crying your eyes out because nothing makes sense, and feeling better afterwards.
Since you left me, I’ve accomplished a list of things I thought I was unable to accomplish. I live on my own now, and while it’s scary and lonely sometimes it’s also the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m living hundreds of kilometres away from home and I now know the true definition of home. I know that I’ve changed and that I will continue to change, but I also know that my feelings for certain people will never change. Today I know that distance means nothing if the love and friendship are real.
You may have taught me a lot but you leaving me has taught me even more. It’s taught me strength and courage, taught me heartbreak and loss. It’s taught me about love and friendship. It’s taught me a lot about me too. It’s shown me the lengths I go to see other people happy, and how some will never appreciate that. It’s made me realise that I’m a good person that’s been hurt by bad people. But there are good people out there, and one day I will find that one good person that will turn out to be the best person. I can’t wait for that moment but I know that I have a lot of heartbreak to go through until then, because quite frankly, good things don’t come easy. But more often than not, it’s not about the destination but about the journey anyway.
You were a huge part of my journey and I’m thankful for that. And whilst my journey hasn’t ended, I’m past the part with you in it. That’s why I’m writing you today.
This is goodbye - forever - because I now know that our paths won’t ever cross again, and I’m more than okay with that.

Love always,

—  e.s. // dear someone. II
How to be an Eco Friendly Hoe
  1. Ditch cotton balls/pads/tampons/rounds/ect. Switch to rags and stuff to remove makeup and wash your face, then replace cotton pads/tampons with washable cloth pads and a menstrual cup. Save a shit ton of money a month and do a lil bit better for the environment.
  2. Also get rid of those make up triangle things. Get a silicone applicator or just use your fingers. No shame.
  3. Make sure you clean your brushes though, so you don’t have to keep buying more. I only have four brushes now: Eyebrow brush, smaller one for contour/highlight (I rarely highlight), big brush for powder, and one double sided brush for eyeshadow.
  4. Think about switching contours to just unsweetened cocoa powder. I mixed a 1 part dark to 2 parts regular for my skin tone and apply a line and blend a bit then use my big powder brush to help blend. Why spend the shit ton that Too Faced charges for something that literally smells the exact same.
  5. Water filters - you know you need to drink water so don’t question me. But if you broke asf and don’t have a fridge filter, get a bamboo charcoal stick on amazon and plop that in a thing of tap water for a couple hours. Tastes better I promise and gets rid of baddies.
  6. Need killer outfits? Second hand stores like Plato’s Closet or Upscale Cheepskate are good places to try. I found some professional as fuck Ann Taylor suits from a thrift store and I bought that shit up and made the pants fit me. Also, while you’re at it. Thrift stores have a lot of jars and other glass stuff so buy that shit up if you use a lot of plastic/single use stuff at your place. 
  7. Learn to sew, trust me you’ll thank me. My pants are all specific to me because I re-tailor them for me only. WithWendy on youtube has a good tutorial on how.
  8. Knock-off yeti’s are dope, get one. Two of those are your needed water in take a day and I use mine for hot leftovers a lot. Also switch from plastic cups/coffee mugs, switch to glass, metal, and ceramic. Better quality and plastic doesn’t leech in to your body.
  9. Speaking of leftovers, if you’re in the Sugar Bowl with me, you probably have a decent sized bag to have everything always. Get a collapsable lunch box (preferably silicone) and take it with you. If you and your SD are out and you get to take home leftovers he’ll be so impressed that you have your own. Also get a straw, metal or silicone if you chew your straw all the time like me. He’ll be 10/10 impressed by your preparedness.
  10. Lush is a lifesaver. I love their products and I have the little tins for their shampoo and conditioner. THOUGH!!! I’m trying to use less shampoo in general and down to only using shampoo once every two weeks, my hair feels a lot healthier. Plus, no plastic bottles with the bars. Also, their Ro Argan body conditioner is to die for, all my SD’s can’t get over how nice my body smells and how soft it is. Then they recycle the tubs when you’re done. Also, their toothy tabs are dope toothpaste alternative.
  11. Switch to fountain pens with pistons and learn how to use them. More eco friendly then any other pen and looks hella professional.
  12. Stop using shit on your face. Washed, masks, ect. Quit it. It’s bad for your skin. Use only water with a clean wash cloth and if you need to exfoliate: use a little bit of baking soda and water to a paste, apply and leave for a few minutes (Not long), and rinse with water. Only use your hands. Healthier face means the less makeup you have to use and girl lemme tell you it is freeing to barely need concealer/foundation.
  13. Also! If you have bad acne or just need a moisturizer with acne help! Almond oil (if you’re not allergic) with about 20 drops of tea tree essential oil, shakey shakey, boom. It’s a acne fighting moisturizer and all I have to do now is stop touching my chin cuz the rest of my face is fine.
  14. Also stop buying exfoliators. Sugar, coconut oil, and a splash of vanilla will do a lot more good and is a lot cheaper.
  15. Shave with a safety razor. It’s scary at first just go gentle and slow and make sure you wash the blade a LOT after one or two swipes. Eventually you’ll get a hang of it and be more confident. I always exfoliate before I shave to make sure it’s all ready, and for around your kitty be sure to pull the area tight while you shave to get it good. For your cat itself, make sure you trim that shit up close with a pair of scissors before you do anything. I use shea butter lotion to shave there, exfoliate with a rough cloth because you don’t want sugar in that area, and pull tight to shave in very short motions. It takes a while but its worth it. I use an alum stone after and tea tree oil if I have any red spots.
  16. Don’t forget to exfoliate your underarms too. They get stinky because dead skin and sweat build up there. Also ditch the deodorant. You can make your own or I use rose scented witch hazel. It takes a bit to detox it from your skin if you use it a lot but its been vaguely linked to breast cancer so it gets a mighty Fuck That from me.
  17. Healthy nails are 10/10 every day. Coconut oil on them and around them before you go to bed and don’t use them, use a file. Same for toes. Clippers fuck them up and files just brush it away.
  18. Bamboo toothbrushes are lit, can be composted just gotta remove the bristles once you’re done with it.
  19. Get a compost bin and find a place where you can take your compost in your city. The charcoal filters can be composted too. But the bin I got from Target has a carbon filter on the top so I don’t smell anything and my university has a place to take it. And I haven’t seen a single bug or rodent even in my dorm.
  20. Ditch the house cleaners. Use white vinegar in glass jars and citrus peels. Fill a quart jar a little under half full with citrus peels (not packed full or anything) and then fill the whole thing with white vinegar. Let that shit sit under your sink for about two weeks then strain it in to a separate jar, compost the peels. This is a multi-purpose cleaner. I use it on surfaces and spray it on my floor and use a swiffer stick but with a microfiber cloth instead of the pads because fuck that and use it to clean my floors. For glass, one part white vinegar to one part water. Use a microfiber cloth and bam, streak free shine bitches.
  21. Use loose leaf tea, those lil packs are made from plastic a lot of the time and in hot water plastic leeches in to the tea so I just use a metal strainer

That’s all I got right now, please add to this if you have something! Check out the #zerowaste tag on instagram if you want more eco friendly tips

adhd keith headcanons because I sure do love self projecting:

- kovalin/allura/shiro, giving really important instructions: does everyone understand?

keith externally: yeah!

keith internally: what the hell and fuck did they just say???

- sometimes it’s really nice that lance also has adhd and pidge has autism because they can relate to each other on things it’s like comforting solidarity

-but other times,, hhhhh

for instance:

lance is tappin away at the table with his pencil and keith is just sitting there on the Verge Of Tears

pidge enjoys tedious and repetitive tasks (building a computer, programming, etc) so whenever they have to do something like that pidge is filled with !!!!!!! and keith is filled with. rage

- lance: uuuuh keith, dude, you’re like gushing blood right now???

keith: what

- the reason keith doesn’t talk a lot is because people used to call him annoying for talking so much, so he only really talks a bunch when he gets to know people

- the whole team (except for shiro) is fucking Thrown the first time keith chatters at them and they just sort of stare at him and shiro isn’t there to like do anything so he thinks he’s done something wrong until pidge and lance get really excited with him

- keith trying to read some long ass piece of text: I can’t fucking read this

pidge: *solemnly nods her head*

- when he was flying the black lion he would give the team the same instruction like ten times just because he forgot he already gave it to them

- keith, laying on pidges bed: god yesterday lance gave me a flower from the planet we were on on the last mission. a flower pidge a flower

pidge, digging through the junk on her floor to find something: I know you told me this morning

- keith, at 3am: FUCK I forgot to eat dinner

- sometimes if it’s just not the right day Everything will make him angry

- both lance and keith were always called “such bright young kids” but as they got older and their adhd got worse they slowly lost those titles even though they’re both still just as smart. that’s why keith Always has to be proving himself to everyone and lance hates it when people don’t take him seriously. they commiserate

- shiro: keith you’ve been training for 6 hours you need to rest and eat

keith: okay really I’ve only been training for 5 hours because there was a solid hour in there where I just stared at the wall

- keith to himself whenever he’s about to do something impulsive: honestly you’re being such an impulsive bitch right now :///

- the reason keith said he didnt know lance at the beginning of the show was because he forgot for like 5 minutes and was too embarrassed to say he remembered later

- keiths adhd makes it easier for him to get irritated, and then he hyperfocuses on that irritation, and then his lack of impulse control due to his adhd makes him act on it: ie that time he held his sword to that olkari king guys throat

- did I mention keith has no impulse control?

- sometimes keith will literally say out loud “what was I thinking about?”

- sometimes if he’s going to like get food or clean his armor and he thinks of something he wants to do back where he originally was he’ll literally stop what he’s doing and go to do it just so he won’t forget

- he’s read the names of multiply planets, aliens, civilizations, etc wrong and it has. caused some issues

- when lance and keith get together n they’re sharin a bed lance will wake up to keith just staring wide awake at the ceiling and he’s like “can’t sleep? :-(” and keith is like “yeah my heart will go on and the wii sports music are both playing in loop in my head”

- keith will hyperfocus on mistakes he made in battle or things he said that didn’t come out right, etc and he’ll just lay in bed and think about them for hours

- he could forget about something for 5 months and then suddenly remember that one weird thing he said to lance that one time and be stuck in the loop again

- keith did that whole conspiracy board thing back in his shack in 3 hours at 4am just cuz he was hyperfocusing so hard

hhhhh that’s all I have i love my adhd boy!!!

sh/aldins don’t interact

minnieooks-deactivated20180110  asked:

Okay I’ve been shawol as long as I can remember (I cried so hard today) but I want people to know that Jonghyun is such a sweet little pie He was so kind toward others he listened to their problems and would talk about it even if he would get hate for it... his music spoke for himself on what he was feeling (he was very down to earth) I want him to be loved so much because he was so loving towards everyone just like the puppy he is 💛💛 He put people before him ❤️

My condolences to you dear and the warmest hug I can give  ❤️

Jonghyun was one of the kindest people I saw and I am not even exaggerating.  What broke me apart the most was thinking of all the people he helped but how no one could save him … He chooses well his words and knows how to ease the pain of others. I am going to share some of his beautiful songs and lyrics in his memory that will never sound the same to me after today. And yes his music spoke for himself … too bad I only realize it now …

Just Chill HERE

“Sometimes, I wanna be alone, in my empty room
I wanna lay in bed and not think about anything
Sometimes, I wanna push back all the things
that suffocate me and be quiet
Sometimes I get scared, am I gonna be forever alone?
Everyone thinks it’s a waste but it’s not too bad
I’m gonna be lazy in my quiet room all day, oh
Only gonna sleep”

‘Just chill’ is one of the songs I listened to when it rained. I loved being in a car driving back home while it was playing. I used to think it was just a song about being lazy someday and needing some alone time.but now …

Gloomy Clock HERE (A song he composed for IU) 

I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
at this time, I’m depressed
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
what time is it now? 11:30
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
the gloomy clock ticks
I’m depressed, it’s depressing,
why did I eat the ramen? I probably gained weight
It’s raining, it’s raining,
making things sticky, it keeps raining
I’m sleepy, I’m sleepy,
I’m too lazy to do anything

This was the song I listened to when I was reading a book while sipping some tea. It felt so calming and their voices brought peace to my ears. Today just reading how many times the word depressed is written makes me out of words.

1000 HERE (It does have a special meaning to me because of the date it was released)

1, 2, 3, another day quickly passes
1, 2, 3, tomorrow is already almost here
Pressing down on my shoulders,
pinning down the shadows
I need a place to comfortably rest

“Hug me, lean on my shoulder
Have strong trust in me”, you know that saying?
I know even though you don’t say it
That is very touching but
Please tell me even if you know

I listened to this song during my birthday and fell for it. It holds many memories. His voice and the lyrics made it turn like a virtual hug. 

Lonely HERE (Ft Taeyeon)

Baby I’m so lonely so lonely
I feel like I’m alone
I don’t want to make it obvious to you
I’m used to just holding it in
Understand me

This is a song about a lonely love, but … now I cry at “I am used to just holding it in”. Also, I always thought he had a genius voice. You can put him with anyone and he will not only sound angelic but make the one singing with him seem even more appealing. A voice that does not compete but marries any voice and makes it shine gloriously.

I’m Sorry HERE 

Look at us in our memories for a moment
You and me, the two of us inside good memories
We’re laughing, we’re crying
We’ve shared so many moments together

What kind of memories are you left with?
Was I really that indifferent towards you?
I want to ask you, I want to know
Am I really the only one left with good memories?

It feels like I’m always alone
The stories you told me
I thought you were just whining
I thought you always felt the same as I do
Walking the same road as you, feeling the same way as you
Inside my delusion, inside my head, you looked happy

I was bad, I was awful
With my selfish ways until the end
I was awful, you’re still struggling
A happy memory only to me until the end

Don’t go, don’t leave
To you in my forgotten memories
Don’t go, please don’t leave me
You know I’ll collapse like this

You’re still struggling, I’m so awful
Sorry, I’m so sorry
You’re struggling a lot, am I the only one okay?
I’ll still apologize irresponsibly

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fine now, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I am sorry, I’m sorry

This is the song that expressed my feelings towards him tonight. When behind his smile he struggled and only now I realize his songs that I thought were a happy memory to me, some of them were a lonely cry that I didn’t hear. 

Diphylleia Grayi HERE (Skeleton Flower:  It turns transparent when it gets wet and dries white)

You’re a flower that becomes
transparent as you get wet
Our relationship, the white petal
becomes damp because of our remorse
Although, you’re transparent, you don’t disappear
When I can’t see you, I thought you aren’t even hurting
So what you couldn’t hold onto even though you knew
Actually hurts like being ripped apart, like dying
Because I’m drenched in tears
That blatant fault of mine can’t be seen now

This is one of the songs I consider a masterpiece. “When I can’t see you, I thought you aren’t even hurting … ”. Drenched in tears of his farewell I never thought a song I listened to because I found it simply stunningly pleasing will turn into a song that will hit me hard and will be Jonghyun giving me a life lesson even after he left. 

Even if the meaning of the lyrics changed for me, even if now his voice who used to be a soothing melody in the air feels like a beautiful sharp truth I didn’t know at this moment … I am sure that he will still be one of those artists whose songs I will play and love for a lifetime. His words, his existence, his actions were all encouraging. Even his last words on Instagram were ‘I pray you aren’t hurting’. How can we not be hurt when we lost you? And we should be the ones praying for you …

 Today the world lost a kind soul and inspiring man. December 18 will never be just another day. Again my condolences to his family, members, fans, and people who are just sad over this sudden goodbye. 

 May he find peace where he is now. RIP angel.

All I Want For Christmas

In which it’s Christmas time, and Harry can’t help falling for the girl who helps him shop for gifts. 

A/N: THE CHRISTMAS ONESHOT IS HERE! I’m sorry I didn’t get this out yesterday like I originally planned, but I figured better late than never right?!  Enjoy, my loves, and Merry Christmas!!! xx

Please do NOT repost without permission!!!! 

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yoongi scenario | garden in my heart

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❝ Yoongi likes to destroy, and you like to create. But love blooms in unusual places, and between unlikely hearts. 

prompt: I accidentally grabbed your sketchbook in art class, and it’s filled with amazing doodles… wait is that supposed to be you and me… and are we…???

pairing: bad boy yoongi x reader

requested by anon | 2.1k words | fluff

author’s note: I strayed a little far from the prompt with this one, but… this is what felt right for the story… so here you go, fluff and bad boy Yoongi! A wonderful concoction I never knew I needed ‘till just now! Also, this was kind of inspired by ‘secret garden’ by oh my girl!

Floriography. Or the language of flowers. It’s another way to talk outside of the words you always find yourself struggling with, giving clumsy constructions and hesitating answers every time you open your mouth.

You’d much rather communicate with flowers. And drawings. Giving a sketchbook’s worth of your feelings, captured better than words ever could, is so much easier.

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Go See ‘Call Me by Your Name’

For a richer experience (re: more gifs and examples), read the review on medium.com.

The film is beautiful in every sense of the word and as both actors have put it, is an earnest story of first love, coming of age, vulnerability, sexual awakening, and so much more

I’m aching to see Call Me by Your Name again (update: I have). I am so enamored by the screenplay, the direction, the cinematography, the soundtrack, but most of all the actors. All of them are marvelous in their roles but the dynamic between Armie (Oliver) and Timothée (Elio) as well as the way Michael (Mr. Perlman) and Amira (Annella) carried themselves, just unf, so fucking good.

The acting in this film has so many levels, from Timothée Chalamet’s emotional rawness to Armie Hammer’s control of tone and nuanced facial expressions to the final monologue performed by Michael Stuhlbarg.

It was so refreshing and captivating to watch all of the characters interact with one another. I honestly don’t believe the film would be what it is without the cast. They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations. There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel.

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations (having read the novel and not being a fan of it almost a decade ago). There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel. 

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.

Aftermath of the Peach 

This scene stood out because the film ‘went there’ but it’s also where Elio goes through an array of emotions: being aroused to feeling embarrassed to feeling ashamed and there’s that word again, left vulnerable in front of Oliver. What I love about this scene is that Oliver immediately understands and stops joking around, embraces him, and then holds him. 

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It was such a beautiful and tender scene and one that resonates with me strongly, for having lived moments where I was that vulnerable and my lover at the time held me but also because it made me remember the times where I didn’t have anyone or the person I wanted to make me feel safe didn’t and I was forced to deal with feeling raw by myself.

This is something the film constantly has me doing: remembering moments where my expectations were met and weren’t. Having me sway back and forth between content and melancholy, and where that might sound like torment, I appreciate the effect the film has on me.

Elio’s Spot

Another phenomenal scene where Chalamet’s ability to be a vulnerable and portray a sentiment we all can understand and even appreciate is when the two are in Elio’s secret spot, standing in the cool waters of the spring and this dialogue occurs:

I am notorious for downplaying compliments, it’s an awful habit, and the way this scene was shot and acted just had me nodding my head.  I haven’t resonated so closely with a character in so long that having it played in front of me I found myself completely stunned and in awe.

That Cheesy Moment

Of course I’d mention this scene where Oliver, with his hand on Elio’s face, whispers: “Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine.

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I distinctly remember my face scowling and rolling my eyes whenever I saw this clip play in the trailer. A tiny but commanding voice in my head going, “Ugh, cheesy”, but the build up to this scene and having it finally unravel I found myself blushing. I could feel myself turn pink with excitement and my jaded self eroding away to allow for beautiful and romantic moments to happen without scorn.

Like, getting real with y’all here, but I can’t find the words to perfectly explain the importance and beauty of this scene but know that it’s so much more intense than what the trailers show.

The way Eroticism is portrayed

One criticism the film receives is that there isn’t a full-on sex scene and not going to lie, where it’d be nice, I’m relieved. I’m glad there isn’t a full-on scene where one of them has their legs up in the air and the other is thrusting and grunting. Why? Because they handled it so much better, far better than a sex scene would’ve been.

A good chunk of the novel, and the film, revolves around nuances and subtlety in both the way Elio and Oliver speak to one another but also the way in which they touch one another. 

Here’s some examples…

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I find all these moments where the two are stealing glances at one another, finding excuses to be close, or even touch to be some of the most erotic moments of the entire film. These scenes aren’t trying to be sexy, they just are and they leave the viewer feeling intoxicated, eager to see what happens next.

There’s one particular moment, just before the two have sex (off-camera), that just shows Luca knows what the fuck he’s doing as a director.

Elio and Oliver are sitting next to each other on a bed, both of them not entirely sure how to go about this. Slowly Elio moves his foot on top of Oliver’s, to which he responds, “What are you doing?” and a nervous Elio bashfully laughs “Nothing…” We then see Oliver move his other foot on top of Elio’s and plays with his toes while asking him, “Does this make you happy? You aren’t going to have a nosebleed are you?” which breaks the tension and eases Elio’s nerves.

When this scene played out I was astonished by how cute, intimate, but more importantly suspenseful and erotic the scene was. You could feel the sexual tension between the two in your own bones and I can remember my heart beating faster with anticipation, a lump in my throat as I began to live vicariously through the characters.

It’s a perfect example of how you don’t need a sex scene to convey love.

The Train Scene

It’s sad. It’s the moment where Elio sees Oliver off and there are little to no words exchanged between the two and that’s what makes this scene memorable. So much is said through gestures and facial expressions from both Armie and Timothée, they don’t need to say the words to convey what they feel because it’s understood. [Fun Fact: If you read the screen play, it’s written that Oliver recites the lyrics to “Love My Way” by The Psychedelic Furs]

And damn it, I just fucking can’t get over the scene immediately after. Elio sitting at the bench, just before he gets up, he lets out a breath and does his best not to cry. He then goes to the phone booth and calls home, where he talks to his mother and during this his tone falters while he says, “Listen, Mom, can you…can you come get me, Mom?” Oh my heart, it ached so much, I wanted to reach out and hold him. And the momentum of this scene continues, where it cuts to Annella driving Elio home and Elio, with puffy eyes and a look of utter heartbreak and sorrow.

You can watch this scene here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr7BTBwZoxU 

I loved how this was scene was filmed, how Amira Casar composed herself as Annella and comforted her son. She didn’t ask questions or scold him to “man up,” she smoked a cigarette and drove all while letting her son mourn Oliver’s departure. 

Mr. Perlman’s Monologue

Remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.

Right now, there is sorrow, pain. Don’t kill it.

Embrace it with the joy you’ve felt.

I’d be doing everyone a disservice if I didn’t mention the final monologue given by Michael Stuhlbarg. It’s in this moment where the audience realizes that the parents, or at least Mr. Perlman, was aware of the relationship between Elio and Oliver. This is so powerful and so meaningful, in this scene Mr. Perlman doesn’t pass judgment but just tries to comfort his son with some words of wisdom.

Originally posted by thewallsofdreaming

The delivery from Stuhlbarg is breathtaking and oscar-worthy. In interviews, Stuhlbarg talks about how the film and its message resonated with him as a parent: “One of the sentiments that I love most strongly is the idea that as humans, we go through all sorts of things, and how lovely for a parent to say, ‘I see what you’re going through, and as hard as it may be, don’t crush it or try to ignore it.’” [see the full interview on vox.com

So it’s no surprise that in this final speech to Elio that every word that comes out of Stuhlbarg is with intent and carefully placed to really drive home that Mr. Perlman cares for his son, realizes his son just went through first love, and doesn’t want him to do what everyone else does when they meet heartbreak.

The Ending Credits

It’s the winter after Oliver left and Elio gets a surprise call from Oliver. They catch up, where Oliver tells that he’s getting married next spring. Moments after Elio is whispering into the phone, “Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio…” to which Oliver responds, “Oliver…I remember everything.”

The film then cuts to Elio sitting over a fireplace, his mother setting the table for dinner, and the ending credits begin to play, leaving viewers to watch Elio go through wave after wave of memories and the emotions they bring.

The film ends about 40-pages before the novel does and they changed the way in which Elio finds out. In the novel Oliver returns to tell the Perlmans in-person of his engagement while here we see the exchange happen over a phone call and to be honest, the way Luca handled it makes me love the way the film ends.

There aren’t many films that have memorable or beautiful ending credits and this one takes the cake. It’s artistic and so carefully acted and edited. On top of that, they picked a perfect song to play alongside: “Visions of Gideon” by Sufjan Stevens. I mean, just look at the first verse:

I have loved you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?
I have touched you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?

It’s a perfect combination and heightens the film’s ending.

On how I love and hate Sufjan Stevens

Which brings me to my next point: Sufjan Stevens. He has three songs that play throughout the movie: Futile DevicesMystery of Love, and Visions of Gideon. And honestly if you wanted a playlist that summarizes the film, there you go. The songs couldn’t have been a coincidence for the film and with Luca as director, I highly doubt he didn’t have them in mind. 

I love Sufjan Stevens but I also hate him because there’s few artists that leave me crippled wallowing in despair. His music is tragically beautiful in every note and verse, that I’m not surprised that some of the happiest and tragic moments of my life had a Sufjan Stevens song close by. 

Don’t get me wrong, the soundtrack to Call Me by Your Name is outstanding. So much so that I’ve been listening to it on repeat for the past week almost every day, even at work. [Check it out on Spotify]

Last Words

I’m likely going to pick up the novel again and give it a second-go, if I loved the film this much as a 28 year-old, perhaps where I’m at now will let me appreciate Aciman’s work.

There’s so much more I can say and probably will, but this is the majority of what I wanted to say. The film is beautiful and I will be rooting for it come Oscar time, for it not to win an Oscar would be just blasphemy in the highest degree.

Originally posted by keithersc

“You know, I came out to my parents in a letter.”

“You…” Bitty blinked and took a moment to process that. He’d stopped crying a while ago but Jack was still rubbing soothing circles on his back, and it made it easy for him to not think about anything else. “Did you?”

Jack hummed in response, and Bitty felt it vibrate through where his head was pressed into Jack’s chest. “I’d let you read it, but I’ve seen you with French, so.”

The chirp surprised Bitty into laughing, and he felt Jack laugh too. Still, the moment passed quickly and Bitty sighed. “I just…”

“I know,” Jack said, low and quiet before he pressed a kiss to the top of Bitty’s head. “I know.”

“Could- did- how’d your parents take it?” Bitty asked, and Jack shifted a tiny bit, but the circles didn’t stop and he didn’t move.

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Day Off

Summary: Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read.


Bucky is a giant dog that needs a lot of attention.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Word Count: 2,169

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you guys! Also, if you’re interested, I’m willing to take requests (if you can’t tell I like to write fluff). I can’t promise I’ll do them as I reserve the right to say no, but the offer is out there. <3 

“Please,” he whines, standing in the doorway to the living room. Y/N doesn’t look up from her book, curled in on herself on the couch. “Please, doll?”

She heaves a deep sigh and looks up, no longer able to focus after ten minutes of Bucky’s begging. “I want to read, Buck. This is my day off too.” He lets out a whine and shifts from foot to foot. “Just go nap by yourself. I don’t know why you need me there.” She lifts her book again and does her best to ignore Bucky’s hurt expression.

It’s quiet for a few minutes and Y/N thinks Bucky might’ve finally left her alone when he flops down onto the couch next to her and buries his face into her hip, arms pushing around her waist to tug her a little closer. “Please?” comes his muffled plea into the soft material of her sweatpants. “I don’t sleep well without you, sweetheart. And all I wanna do is cuddle with my girl.”

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cerberosthehellguard  asked:

Hi! I was just about to literally fall at your feet for the wonder that is your erised fic BTW DID I TELL YOU I LOVE FAKE DATING TROPE SO MUCH I COULD BREAK THROUGH WALLS JUST TO GET IT anyway i am SO pleased read SPAZZING when i heard about au requests! so here! DARE DATING! both harry and draco date just to prove who is a better date but the catch is the whole date goes PERFECTLY every gesture every glance is fine but underlying thought is OH U THINK U CAN BEAT ME ON THIS R U LL FU I LL WIN

Thank you for this capslock comment, it made my day! Your prompt is awesome, I was laughing when I was reading it, which always means that I’d enjoy writing it. And I did! It was so much fun to write :)

This is 8th year, dare dating trope (rated Teen, 2k). Apologies for any errors, I’m a non-native Eng speaker :)


Harry didn’t know how he was pulled into this madness, but before he knew what was happening, Zabini had dared him to go on a date with Malfoy, Hermione had accepted on his behalf and Ron and the rest of his House had taken up the challenge with unprecedented enthusiasm.

‘You’re representing Gryffindor now, mate,’ Ron said, while the girls of their year rifled through Harry’s trunk, trying to find the right outfit. ‘Gotta prove you’re better than him at dating.’

Harry tried not to wince as he watched the girls handling his underwear. ‘I don’t see why I need to bother with my clothes and — ouch, Parvati, I told you a comb doesn’t help, it always looks like this.’

‘Maybe a spell?’ she offered, but he stopped her with a hand. She shrugged. ‘Let’s hope he likes it that way.’

‘There’s nothing to like!’ Harry protested. ‘This is a dare. I don’t expect him to like anything about it!’

‘Really?’ Hermione was perched on the end of Ron’s bed, flicking through the dating advice section of a Cosmopolitan. ‘Because if he hates it, it means Gryffindor is bad at dating.’

‘D’you want Gryffindor to look bad, Harry? Do you?’ Seamus said.

Every eye in the room (and there were many) turned to stare at Harry.

‘No, of course not,’ he mumbled. ‘Maybe try your spell?’ he asked Parvati, who grinned and took out her wand.

In the end, two and a half hours after this new kind of torture, Harry was waiting at the school entrance, his hair marginally tamer but a lot softer. He was wearing jeans and a plum-coloured jumper that Fleur and Bill had gifted him. He hadn’t worn it before. Too nice for school, he’d always thought. Lavender had insisted, though and she’d even untucked his shirt tails and let them peek underneath the jumper. ‘This slightly messy look is sexy. Will make your date want to touch you.’

Harry had spluttered, ‘I don’t want Malfoy to touch me!’ The thought there’d be touching made his insides squirm in a peculiar way.

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Snoozing - Poe Dameron

You have been working non-stop in the Resistance and one day, your friend Poe is worried you’ve worked yourself too much. After some convincing, Poe manages to get you to relax; on one condition.

Originally posted by irebelcaptain

Today had been the first day you weren’t horribly busy with supply runs in a long time. The Resistance had taken in a surge of recruits, adding to the demand of health kits and food rations. The flights and piloting, back and forth were starting to wear on you. You would willingly die for the cause, but you couldn’t fight if you were half-awake.

Despite your need for sleep, you kept pushing yourself. The more work you could get done meant one day closer to the end of The First Order. You couldn’t wait for that day, but your impatience was driving you to an edge when it came to hours wrought through. There was still, even more task to complete. The moment you started thinking about all that could be done, your mind started to fog over and the need to relax kicked in. Like now.

“Y/N?” You shook your head as Poe rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You alright? You didn’t answer my question.” You shot your friend an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Poe, I’m just tired.Work gets into my head sometimes. What were you asking about?” Poe frowned and you could see the concern in his deep brown eyes. If you let yourself, you could almost admit you saw affection, love, in them, as well; but you didn’t.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, taking his warm hand off your shoulder. “What matters is you getting some rest.” You closed your eyes and thought for a moment. That moment turned into a minute; and before you knew it, you felt yourself drifting off. “Y/N!?”

“Wha-” You shook your head again, meeting Poe’s gaze.

“C’mon, I’m taking you to your quarters.” You felt Poe’s calloused hand wrap around yours, lifting you out of your seat as gently as he could. “You’ve been working all month, you need to catch up on your sleep.”

“There’s still so much to be done,” you whined as he dragged you out of the common room. “The Resistance needs-”

“The Resistance needs well-rested, alert pilots. Y/N, you’re exhausted.” He stopped walking then, right outside your door. You leaned your shoulder against the wall and Poe’s frown seemed to deepen. “You need unwind, okay? Even if it’s just for a little while.”

Poe couldn’t help himself as he lifted a hand to brush against your cheek. Your eyes instinctively closed at his touch, leaning into his brushing fingers. Poe wished it could also be like this. Him openly comforting you and you melting into him; but, like you had said, works gets into people’s heads far more often than the prospect of love.

“Okay,” you whispered and Poe let go of the breath he was holding in. He brushed some hair out of your face and gave you a pleased, grateful smile.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Poe said, moving to open your door. With a hiss, the passage cleared and he led you into your room. You immediately kicked off your boots and shucked off your jacket. Poe watched as you stumbled towards your cot, a fond smile forming on his lips.

When you made it to your bed, you sat yourself on the edge of it. Your eyes looked up to meet Poe’s and you noticed the small quirking of his mouth. The blush that bloomed on your cheeks would have embarrassed you, if you weren’t so tired.

“I’ll check on you in a bit, okay?” He said, walking over to your cot. You nodded and pressed your side on the slightly uncomfortable sheets. Poe smiled and leaned down, smoothing a tender hand over your hair. Your heart hammered at the contact and you hoped he would just lay beside you, stroking your hair until you fell asleep. A friend would do that; but you and Poe weren’t friends. You were, but anyone could see that you loved each other in a way that was rare; even in a galaxy full of the unorthodox.

Poe’s hand leaving your head broke you from your thoughts. Your eyes opened and you impulsively reached out, grabbing his hand. Poe turned back, looking at you with slight confusion set on his brow. You looked up at him pathetically, the words you longed to say merely balancing on the tip of your tongue.

“Can you stay with me?”

“What?” Poe’s eyes were widened slightly, but not in shock. He looked almost scared, and Poe was never scared. He was first to the skies and last to leave a battle. For all the time you had known him, loved him, he had never looked as scared as he did in that moment.

“Just stay, until I fall asleep,” you murmured, your voice weak with exhaustion. Poe’s heart seemed to skip a beat at what you were asking from him. He held your gaze for a moment longer, then, finally, he nodded.

“Okay,” he said with a soft smile on his lips, “but you’re going to have to scoot over.” You couldn’t stop the soft grin that bloomed on your own lips as you moved over. Poe fell into the now empty spot on your cot, barely fitting beside you. He slipped off his jacket and his old, worn boots before settling in entirely.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you got comfortable once more. Your face was a mere few inches away from Poe’s shoulder, and it was tempting to nuzzle closer to his warmth. He was just so warm. You could feel your eyes getting heavy with each passing moment.

“I could use some rest too,” Poe said, turning his head to face you. Even through, almost, half-lidded eyes, you held his soft gaze. His brown eyes seemed to mirroring the warmth his body was putting out and you could melt under it.

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The Strongest Connection

Fandom: Star Wars 

Character: Kylo Ren 

Summary: Not realizing you can use the force, in a moment of distress you call out to the man you lost years ago, Ben Solo, now known as Kylo Ren 

Warnings: The Last Jedi spoilers!! 

Word Count: 1,515 

Author’s Note: I just saw The Last Jedi and honestly this is just pure self indulgent shit for my Kylo Ren loving ass so please enjoy!! Also I’m aware that Rey and Kylo only did that because of Snoke like melding their minds or whatever but he could have lied so it’s anyone’s game at this point and I already wrote the whole damn fic so you’re getting it anyway lmao  

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anonymous asked:

hcs for how eddie found out richie liked having his hair pulled then used it against him

I love Richie’s hair pulling kink! They’re seniors (18) in this.

  • Eddie found out about Richie’s kink in the most embarassing way.
  • They had just started dating and they hadn’t told the rest of the Losers yet. They liked the thrill of having to sneak around and they wanted to see how long it would take the rest to catch on. Apparently not that long.
  • They were having their weekly movie night and this time they were at Bill’s house. Eddie announced very loudly that he was going to get some snacks from the kitchen and Richie very generously offered to accompany him. (these dorks do not know what subtle is)
  • Beverly is already eyeing them suspiciously. Stan figured it out a week ago (he knows Richie like the back of his hand), but he’s not saying anything because 1) it’s not his place; 2) now he doesn’t have to watch them suck face.
  • Eddie is in the kitchen acting all nochalant as if he really only wanted to get some snacks.
  • “What do you want, Rich? I’ve got Sour Patch Kids, Gobstoppers-…”
  • “You’re all the sugar I need, baby.”
  • “Gross.” Eddie rolls his eyes but he can’t hide his smile completely, because he was definitely fishing for that compliment.
  • “Come one, you know you’re all about this.” Richie says, flexing his none-existent muscles just to hear Eddie laugh (works every time).
  • “Oh kiss me, Charles Atlas, before I swoon!”
  • Eddie tugs at Richie’s shirt and pulls him into a kiss. Soon Richie lifts Eddie onto the counter, and Eddie wraps his legs around Richie’s waist. They continue to, as Stan put it, suck face.
  • They’re getting really into it. Eddie has one hand tangled in Richie’s hair, while his other hand is clutching the back of Richie’s shirt. Richie’s hands are on Eddie’s back, underneath his shirt, as he tries to pull him as close as possible.
  • Eddie moans softly into Richie’s mouth and his eyes flutter open for a second. His heart dropped when he suddenly noticed Bill standing in the doorway. It seemed as if he had just walked in on them and he looked about as shocked as Eddie felt.
  • The only thing Eddie could think about was getting Richie off him as soon as possible. Maybe they could even pretend they were doing something completely different?
  • Eddie tugs at Richie’s hair to get him to stop, but instead Richie lets out a loud and needy moan.
  • Fuck, Eds, that feels good.”
  • Richie burries his flustered face in Eddie’s neck and starts sucking lovebites on the heated skin.
  • “Rich, stop.” Eddie says, feeling his windpipe close up (but also omg that felt nice)
  • Richie stops. thinking he did something wrong, but then he follows Eddie’s gaze over his shoulder and sees Bill looking at them with the most horrified look on his face.
  • “Hey there, Big Bill, erm I can’t turn around right now, because of… reasons…, but-…”
  • “Just buh-buh-burn the kuh-kitchen when you’re done.”
  • So, the cat was out of the bag and they told all the Losers that they were dating. Luckily Bill was a good sport and he never mentioned the hair pulling to anyone. Eddie, however, was not a good sport but a little shit who lived for teasing Richie.
  • Whenever Richie was not paying enough attention to Eddie, which was rare to be honest, Eddie would tangle his hand in Richie’s curls and tug at his hair. That never failed to work, no matter who Richie was talking to or for what test he was studying, if Eddie tugged his hair they’d be in bed (or in the car, or in the bathroom stall, or in the janitor’s closet, or etc.) before you could say “whipped.”
  • Eddie would also use it in their make-out session between classes, so he knew that Richie would be a complete mess before school was out.
  • Richie l o v e d it when Eddie took control and teased him like that, so he was not going to complain even if it meant that he hadn’t paid attention to a class in weeks. (boy still got straight A’s, because Eddie knows where to draw a line)
  • Bonus:
  • Richie tried all different kind of things to discover Eddie’s kink, so he could get back at him.
  • (Send in your suggestions for Eddie’s kink and I’ll do a follow up)

New Semester Resolutions

Most people like to make their resolutions on New Year’s but I much prefer to make mine when spring semester rolls around (fresh start and all that) which for me is this Monday. Also these are really specific and mostly just to keep myself accountable but maybe you can find some inspo!


  • No going to the gym later than 11pm - I don’t care that it’s open all night long, if you have morning classes you just won’t get enough sleep.
  • Set a 5 minute timer after you get to your dorm from the gym and get in the shower before it’s done.
  • No more eating in my dorm - I have a small kitchen so why do I feel the need to bring food to my dorm and basically drop it everywhere??
  • On a similar note, no more buying a bag of chocolate covered peamuts every day (no I’m not joking, I actually do this). Once a week if’s fine though.
  • One fruit per meal. Not that difficult
  • Get 7 hours of sleep per night mi-ni-mun (it you read that in Thugisa’s voice I love you)


  • Any research projects will be started the day they’re assigned - even if it’s just reading one(1) review paper on the subject.
  • No! More! Skipping! 8 AMs! (Or 9 AMs!) - even if the professor is a terrible lecturer. You can always get something out of a lecture, even if it’s just starting your day earlier because you’re already awake.
  • Take every study session as a challenge! - Stop looking at it as ‘I got to get through these notes’ and start thinking 'let’s see how well I can learn this!’
  • Same with exams! No more 'so if I get an 40% on this midterm, I can pass this class…’. Challenge yourself to get the highest grade possible. Challenge yourself to do better than you did in your last exam!


  • As soon as a plate is used, it gets cleaned. No more sink tetris constructions please.
  • Also as soon as you put on pyjamas, your clothes get put in the hamper. No more throwing them on the bed/chair/floor

Lastly, I made a resolutions post last year too with more general stuff, so if you want more ideas, check it out!

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Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Summary: Wanting to start a family you come to realise how difficult it is to find the perfect home. Luckily you have the two most understanding Alphas in the world. 
A/N: So this is a prompt taken from here, we’re both suckers for Alpha!Bucky and Steve and we loved this prompt. Please let us know what you think!              Word count: 1,442                                                                 
Author: @writemarvelousthings

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You had always been told that when you bonded the urge to nest and find a suitable home would be strong. You had almost scoffed at your grandmother, the matriarchal omega of your family only smiled knowingly. But now as you sat on the old worn out couch in the small Brooklyn apartment you suddenly understood. The apartment was by no means small, it housed you and your two mates comfortably. You purred to yourself cradling your steaming mug of tea at the thought of your two alphas. Physically they were everything an omega looked for in an mate. Strong, protective, loving. But they came with a catch… they were already a bonded pair. It wasn’t common to hear of two Alphas bonded. Their need to have a mate submit was primal, but the close friendship they shared meant that compromises were made when necessary. But when you stumbled into their lives you had fitted perfectly and no one had any objections to a triad pack.

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Thick Thighs Save Lives Chapter One- Dean x Plus Sized Reader


“You’d be very wrong about that one sweetheart, but don’t worry…  I’m going to make sure that I spend the next few days showing you just how wrong you are.”

Thick Thighs Save Lives Chapter One
Words: 2007
Warnings: Some sexual language.  Some body issues talk. 

AN: *THE FIRST SECTION IS THE DRABBLE. THIS IS THE EXTENSION*  So by popular? demand, here we are…  Much to my dismay.    I have started this.  LOL.  Though who am I kidding this is a birthday present to me since I turn 31 tomorrow and am feeling hella old.  I hope you like it.  Please leave me feedback if you would like this to continue.  

Tagging:  This will be at least 10-15 chapters.  If you are willing to interact with me about the story then I am willing to tag you!  Though if you no longer at least “heart” it then I will stop tagging just as an FYI.  :) 

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

Ah, you gonna take me home tonight
Ah, down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin’ world go round
Queen- Fat Bottomed Girls.

You would have to remember to either kill Jody or thank her later for sending Dean Winchester your way.  Being a hunter, you had heard all the glories of the Winchester brothers.  You had also heard some pretty ruthless things about the older brother.  That he was hot headed, rash, and made life difficult.  Yet, as you watched him nursing a  beer,you couldn’t help the pink in your cheeks.

He look like he walked out of a fucking J-Crew catalog and you were suddenly wishing those lips were wrapped around something else.   His hand raised to call over the bartender and you sighed.  There would be no choice but to go over and talk to him now.  Your shift ended twenty-five minutes ago according to the schedule, but Buddy your relief for the evening was running late.   Then again Buddy was always running late.   

“Junie!  Customer!”  You bellowed into the back hoping you could put off what was to come.  Your boss barked back at you to ‘do your goddamn job’. You sighed in defeat as you knew it wasn’t a choice.  Scuttling down to the other side of the bar, you smiled as you stood in front of him.   Your knees going weak when smiled brightly back at you.

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pairingkim namjoon x reader
genre /warnings smut, santa! namjoon, SANTA ROLEPLAY (honestly if you’re not into it then don’t read bc getting freaky with santa isn’t everyone’s cup of tea), dirty talk, kinda cracky, kinda fluffy?? etc etc

author’s note: look who couldn’t stay away for long. This is the result of a sex dream I had about a *cough cough* REAL person I KNOW, and I really needed to vent and write this out, so here we are! I want to thank Ave for sending me that grinch santa porn, my curiosity probably stemmed from there!! But OBVIOUSLY namjoon isn’t dressed up as the grinch……that would just be weird, right? Right??? Also, Amy this one is for you!! I was thinking of you when I wrote the mistletoe in!! ENJOY, EVERYONE….maybe…../sweats profusely/

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Sanctuary - Part 4

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid! OT7 x reader

Warnings: uh, period talk.

Summary: The adventures of living with 7 hybrids.

Authors Note: This will be the final part of this series. I’m touched by the love it has received. It was really fun writing it and I hope it was just as fun to read it. Thank you my lovelies<3!

Post Date: 12/4/17

Prev: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A few days later you woke up on the wrong side of bed. You felt sluggish and moody. A dull ache pulsed in your lower back and abdomen. Pouting, you exited your bedroom and made your way to the living room. Jungkook sat on the couch listening to music. When you flopped onto the couch, he lifted his nose and sniffed the air. His eyes widened and he quickly stood from the couch.

“Uh…HYUNG!” he called. Jimin was the first to enter. Jungkook quickly ran to his side and whispered in his ear. A pink hue bloomed on his cheeks. You watched this whole encounter with a raised brow. It was Jimin’s turn to call out.

“HYUNG!” Namjoon entered with a confused expression. The two younger hybrids frantically whispered to him. A look of understanding dawned on his face and he nodded.

“Y/N,” Namjoon said as he sat next to you, “How are you feeling?” In response you flopped over into his lap.

“Like I’m dying,” you mumbled. The younger boys looked at each other with genuine panic while Namjoon chuckled and tucked some hair behind your ears.

“I don’t think you’re dying. Your scent has changed,” he said. You looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“What do you-Oh. Ohhhh. It’s that time of the month.” Of course, your hybrids would detect your period before you did.

“Yeah, sorry,” said the wolf. He gently stroked your head. Jimin cautiously approached you.

“Y/N, do you really feel like you’re dying?” You looked at Jimin’s concerned expression and started to tear up.

“J-Jimin, you’re so sweet and considerate,” you said, blubbering.

“Ah! You’re crying!” he said, kneeling down to your level.

“Don’t worry, she’ll cry at commercials when she’s like this,” Jungkook said.

“Some of those commercials are really well produced!” Jungkook and Namjoon rolled their eyes while Jimin giggled at you.

 A few minutes later you were coaxed to get up by the three boys. You shuffled into the bathroom to inspect the damage. Thankfully you hadn’t bled through your jammies. You decided a warm bath could do your cramping body some good.

A gentle vanilla scent filled the bathroom. You sniffed the air with a smile on your face. You couldn’t wait to sink into the warmth of the bath. As soon as the tub was filled enough, you slipped in. A sigh escaped your lips as your body was enveloped in the warm water.

Once you were cleaned up and well equipped for the coming flood, you exited the bathroom. You put on comfortable clothing and decided to watch some television in the living room. Jungkook joined you on the couch.

“What you’re not afraid of me anymore?”

“I wasn’t afraid of you. It’s just alarming and I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s not that big of a deal Kookie. I’m the same person.”

“But your scent is different and it’s like you’re someone else for a moment,” he said quietly. You rested your head on his shoulder whilst grabbing his arm and hugging it.

“I’m still me.” The bunny nuzzled his face on the top of your head. It was rare for Jungkook to be affectionate towards you in a public area of the house. He was too shy to be cuddly in front of others. So, when he heard approaching footsteps, he untangled himself from you and cleared his throat.

Hoseok was the man behind the footsteps. He quickly joined you on the couch.

“Not feeling well?” he asked. You pouted.

“No.” With a gentle smile Hoseok patted his lap. You sat in between his legs and let your head fall back onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your opposite shoulder.

“I’ll be your hot water bottle,” he said. He was always on the warm side and soon enough his body heat warmed up your aching back. You felt yourself dozing off after a while. A sweet voice called your name, shaking you awake. Once your raised your head you saw Jimin standing in front of you, his arms full.

“I looked up what girls need during this time,” he said. He placed the items on the coffee table. Chocolates, a hot pad, pain relievers, a stuffed animal and a bunny-soft blanket. He waited for your reaction, hands clasped, tail swaying nervously behind him.

“Jiminie, you’re so sweet. This is all…perfect. Thank you.” His face broke out into a wide smile. You motioned for him to come to you. He eagerly joined you, laying his head down on your lap. You pet him, earning a gentle purr. Feeling grateful, you leaned your head back and kissed Hobi’s cheek.

“Thank you, boys. You always make me feel better.”

You woke up some time later, jostled by Jin. He smiled gently at you, smoothing down your crazy bed head.

“Honey, you should eat so you can keep up with the kids,” he said. You grinned at him, catching on. It was a silly game you two liked to play. You pretended to be husband and wife with six rowdy children. If you were being honest, Jin was husband goals.

“Oh dear, of course. You’re such a kind husband. I’m so glad I married you.” Jin peeled you away from the couch and ushered you into the kitchen. Yoongi was sitting at the table, headphones on, writing something. Upon seeing you enter, he pulled the headphones down around his neck and gave you a gummy smile.

“So, aunt flo paying you a visit?”

“She’s the worst,” you said with a grimace.

“And yet she keeps coming back,” Yoongi said.

“Maybe I should donate my uterus to the needy,” you said. Yoongi and Jin laughed. The dark fox insisted he make you a sandwich.

“I’m perfectly capable of making myself a sandwich,” you protested.

“But I want to pamper you in your time of need.” With a dramatic huff you sat down next to Yoongi. You felt a bit better than you had this morning. Yoongi nudged you and pushed the piece of paper he was writing on in front of you. There was a drawing a few notes.

“Is this what I think it is?” There was a rough sketch of a tree with several large platforms jutting out. Near the top was the largest platform, circling the entire trunk.

“A human-sized cat tree. I’m going to build it,” Yoongi said with a grin.

“Wow, Yoongi that’s so cool! I bet Jimin and Tae would love it. Now, they can stop climbing onto my bookshelves. But be safe okay?”

“I will.” Yoongi kissed your cheek as he stood from the table. “I need to get started,” he said.

Jin sat with you as you ate, occasionally pulling off a piece for himself. You didn’t complain, he made it after all. He asked how you were holding up and if he could do anything for you. You assured him you were fine, and he had already done enough. Forever a sweet goofball, he cracked his latest dad jokes. You giggled at them, always liking his humor. Once you were done you shifted over onto Jin’s lap and pet his ears gently.

“Thank you Jinnie,” you cooed. He hummed back to you, pressing his head into your hands. You carded your fingers through his soft locks and massaged his fluffy ears. The man before you melted into jelly. Jin nuzzled your face and gave you a few appreciative licks.

After living with hybrids for several years, it didn’t faze you when some of their more animalistic tendencies appeared. You took grooming, licks, pawing, and thumping in stride. You never wanted the boys to be ashamed of who or what they were. They were free to be themselves in this house.

Some of the boys came into the house with their animal sides more dominant than their human sides, like Yoongi. When you first met him, he was more animal than man. He was never violent with you, but was rather territorial. Going into town for groceries was quite the task. He would growl and hiss at people who would come too close to you. You often had to pull him aside and calm him down. Once, you caught him having a staring contest with a toy poodle. Yoongi also had a habit of nuzzling you, trying to mark you with his scent. It didn’t have the same effect on humans as it did animals, but it eased his instincts.

Yoongi and you were alone for a few months before Jin showed up on your front porch. He was cold, starving and begging for help. Without a second thought, you let Jin in your house, something Yoongi did not like. He almost attacked Seokjin when he first came inside, disregarding their size-difference.

Soon enough, Yoongi allowed Jin to stay with you. He did his best to be respectful of the fox, seeing as he was his elder. It was an uphill battle getting Yoongi’s animal instincts to calm down. Seokjin really helped in this area, understanding what the big cat was going through more than you ever could. By the time Hoseok joined the house, Yoongi was more laid-back.

Once lunch was over, you headed into your room. There you found Taehyung, sifting through your closet. Upon hearing you enter, he fixed you with a grin.

“Y/N!” he said.

“Ah, Taehyung. I haven’t seen you all day. Planning on dressing me up again?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. Tae loved fashion and often used you as his personal doll. You didn’t mind, he had impeccable taste. He already had a few clothes set out on your bed. He sniffed the air as you approached and quickly tossed the white pants back in the closet.

“No white,” he muttered to himself.

“Good call.”

When he finally made his decision, the tiger was grinning from ear to ear. He picked out a blue baby-doll dress, a beret, black velvet choker and black knee-high socks. You went into the bathroom to change. If you were to dress yourself, it would be much more casual. Still you couldn’t deny how cute the ensemble was you once you had it on.

You couldn’t help but squeal at your reflection in the mirror. You stepped out of the bathroom, striking a dramatic model’s pose. Taehyung clapped enthusiastically.

“It looks so cute on you!” he exclaimed.

“All thanks to your beautiful mind Tae.” You hugged him in thanks. A deep rumble vibrated in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. He licked your ear causing you to crinkle your nose. It tickled. He chuffed happily in your arms, tail flicking up and down. You pet the tiger turned koala, letting him nuzzle you so much that your hat fell off. You’re not sure why, but Taehyungs clinginess increased when you were on your period. Still holding onto you for dear life, he pulled you down onto the bed with him. Tae tangled his limbs with yours.

“Tae,” you began.


“What is it about my period that makes you so much more affectionate?”

“I don’t know, but I feel like I need to take care of you more than usual.” You nodded slipping your fingers into his soft locks. No matter what, you never wanted this family of yours to dissolve. Every one of the boys had a permanent place in your heart. You cherished every day with them and always wanted to make them happy. You felt very blessed, grinning from ear to ear. Taehyung must’ve noticed your face.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I just love you,” you said. Tae’s face burst into a large grin.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

I’ll Never Be Her (JiminXReader) Pt.2

Originally posted by dontbotherme146

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Summary: You loved him with all your heart, but he could only give you half of his.

Jimin was the love of your life, your night in shining armor when she wasn’t around.

She was his ex girlfriend,  his first love, actually she was his many firsts and she kept coming back.

He had warned you she was his weakness, but you didn’t listen, because to you having him even if it was only partially was better than not having him at all.

At least for now.

Rated M: Sexual Scenes and Languages that might not be appropriate for all ages.

Word Count: 10.8K+

Author’s Note: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!!! I have been working a lot, and to be honest I did not expect this chapter to come out so long.  I hope you guys enjoy the second part as much as you did the first. I hope it meets expectations. I am so thankful for all your beautiful messages and feedback. Keep sending them my way!! Only one more part to this fic!! Let me know what you think lovelys.

Also to  be honest when you all message me or like the story and stuff it encourages me to write lol. I LOVE ANONS hahaha

Minor Grammar mistakes possible(I am half asleep sorry !!) . I will edit more if needed.

I am so nervous to post this haha. LEAVE SOME LOVE!


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