i want to flow with you

anonymous asked:

I wanted your opinion on something that has been bothering me for a while... the Print Shop frenzy! Don't get me wrong, I am looking forward to this scene as much as anyone...But I believe that the scene at Madam Jeanne's is just as important in J&C reuniting. This scene flows so beautifully in the book, it shows them completely finding each other and becoming whole again....one. I really hope that they present this scene with the importance it deserves. I mean he burned for her for 20 years!

I agree with you - the print shop scene will be fantastic, however, I too am looking forward more to all of the scenes at the brothel.

There have always been so many parallels between that scene and Jamie and Claire’s wedding night.

It’s truly their second wedding night - two strangers coming together due to circumstances beyond their control.

A first time together that is fast and a bit awkward. Subsequent times together that are slower and much more meaningful.

On both wedding nights they each possess big secrets - the fact that Claire is from the future, and the fact that Jamie has married Laoghaire.

Both times, Claire asks Jamie to remove his clothes:

“Take off your shirt,” I said, sitting up and pulling at the hem of the garment.  

      “Why?” he asked, but sat up and obliged. I knelt in front of him, admiring his naked body.  

      “Because I want to look at you,” I said.

I kicked off my shoes, and curled my legs up, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt. My hands found the button at the throat, fumbling to open it.

“I want to see you.”

“Well, it’s no much to see, Sassenach,” he said, with an uncertain laugh. “But whatever it is, it’s yours — if ye want it.”

He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, then leaned back on the palms of his hands, displaying his body.

And by the time they wake up the next day, they realize just how deeply they are connected - how deeply they love each other.

Yes, anon - I too am looking forward to the brothel scenes. For the print shop is where they find each other again - but the brothel is where they marry each other again.

anonymous asked:

PSA for 5H Management!!! Here's brilliant and cost-effective promo! Book a studio with a live band and Spanish guitar. Set up gorgeous lighting with candles and the girls wearing flowing white outfits. Hair / Make up on point! Here comes a sexy acoustic Despacito remix bishes!!! They'd be the biggest and most popular artists to do a full female cover. I want Lauren's sexy ass voice on the hook. I want harmonies. I want Spanish Normani. This shows off their talent as four and their diversity. Yw

Ooohhh olé I love that idea! When fans would do your job better and have more creative promo ideas than you do 💃🏽

anonymous asked:

hi um sorry if this isn't okay to ask but are there any types of other aquatic life that bettas can live in a tank with ? I know other bettas are definitely a no go but some say certain tetras and i don't know and i don't want to have my betta boy be upset or unhappy. any advice ?

Bettas can live peacefully with other species if certain conditions are met:

  • No gouramis or guppies, or other anabantoids and/or equally flashy fish. Bettas will assume anything with long flowing fins and bright coloration is An Enemy™
  • The tank is adequately big enough, absolutely no smaller than a 20g and that is also subjective to the species you are choosing to house with the betta.
  • Must be endemic to similar parts of the world so that their water chemistry and temperature needs match. These are also fish that bettas are used to in the wild (not that your domesticated, store bought betta knows)
  • Plenty of opportunities for hiding. This means extensive coverage in the form of fake/live plants, driftwood, rocks, and other aquarium decor. 

So with this list in mind, I’d say some good examples of betta tank mates are all species of Southeast Asian microrasboras/microdanios/microbarbs, kuhli loaches, and Botia loaches. But you really need to remember that all of these fish have differing tank size needs ie. most Botia loaches need 30g or more

anonymous asked:

Can we take a moment to appreciate how diverse Camila's album is turning out to be? I remember 5H answering a question on M&G about what genre their solo albums would sound like. She said there's no specific genre, just focused on songwriting. And that's what we're getting now. WOW.

Yes!!! This is what I was saying that I want for 5H3 as well…diversity and variety give an album staying power …as long as things flow sonically and the content makes sense and has an over all theme you gotta switch the styles up to keep people guessing. I’m proud of her and the team. This is going to be a great debut album. I can feel it.

I know it’s hard sometimes to look passed the negatives of tumblr, believe me I understand. The glitches and unecessary changes done to this site, the stupidity of tumblrs staff, maybe they try in their minds to do the best they can but they don’t try enough, things are censored that don’t need censoring and things that should be censored aren’t. The miserable people that have blogs who make our tumblr experience even harder to enjoy, racists, homophobes, transphobes, the rude ones, the bitter hateful ones, the people who come to play with our minds and emotions for twisted amusement, upsetting and attacking people, not letting us enjoy the anon experience as it is meant to be enjoyed, and ofc alllllll the ridiculous amounts of porn bot sites, seriously tumblr clean your shit up, you let all this garbage build and now it’s practically over flowing and people who are uncomfortable with porn bot blogs following their blogs are greatly agitated! me included. I want REAL followers, I do not want nasty porn blogs to follow me (I mean really nasty and dirty looking porn blogs, too graphic even for me and I’ve seen some shit lol, ewwwies. Just keep it away from me plz), no ddlg, no terfs, not ageplay. I don’t want nasty kink and fetish blogs to follow me. It’s my choice and my blog.

Now for the positive part of this post, a reminder. I know there’s a lot of nasty people and ugliness going on in the world, things are messed up…but we the people who see it and know it are fighting back to the best of our ability, trying not to let all that negativity touch our hearts , there are those of us who still care and aren’t putting up with this shit, we need to look out for each other, stand up for each other, not everyone is your enemy. Community, unity is everything right now. Stop looking at color, look at the heart of the person, if they don’t possess one then move on cuz some people are just giving up on themselves, throwing away their humanity and shunning the light, try to save them as best you can but dont waste too much energy on something you may not be able to change. I myself will never ever give up hoping for a better tomorrow. I will never stop believing, my faith is strong in humans, the good hearted humans. I choose to look passed the ugliness and only focus on the good. The ugly insides of people who are rotten to the core are being exposed and it will be dealt with in time, karma is coming for their ass, some of those people are already feeling the sting of it. Just please don’t let the ugliness rub off on yourself, wash it off if it starts too, don’t let it taint your beautiful shining heart that wants to heal, love, share kindness and compassion, let what holds you back from shining go. We are fighting for our humanity, the good in our souls, don’t give up. The war is not over, we have a long way to go but eventually we will prevail, don’t lose faith. Some may say they already have but think of faith this way…it’s like a roller coaster, with peaks and valleys but it’s never truly gone until you let the darkness take you and you never leave. The darkness isn’t a bad place but there are aspects of it that can be if not dealt with. Deal with your emotions, your anger, recognize it for what it is then let it go. It’s like choosing to sip poison daily if you keep holding on to all the anger and bitterness.

Tumblr can be a nice place, there are lots of really nice people here. Keep looking, you will find them and when you do show acts other kindness, give compliments, talk to each other, really listen, don’t wait to reply, open your heart and minds to new possibility, if you see others being bullied and wrongly treated don’t just sit and do nothing but try not to fight hate with hate, we need to love each other, love can walk through fire without thinking, fight with love.

So I’ve been seeing some of my writer friends struggling on their mojo like me. ( @mccoymostly, @storiesfromstarfleet, @bkwrm523 ) and any others that have been struggling. 

And I’ve seen all the advice about walking away and taking a break. That’s great in all, but it;s hard when you still want to be creative and create things.

So my advice is yes to step away, but put creative energy into something else if you are able, keep the juice flowing. Draw, knit, origami, count cross stitch, if you have the skill, play an instrument, anything in any arts.

Today I’m trying my hand at painting. I haven’t painted much but I like it and want to become good. 

Also, I’ve been really struggling in the writing department, so I’m moving the energy elsewhere FAR from fanfic

So I;m working on a terrarium. and if ya’ll want updates on it. I’ll give it to you as I’m just in the sketch stage now.

Couch Witchcraft

Because I’m tired and need to be a better witch.

🔮 Do some scrying! All you need is a black mirror or other opaque surface (such as your couch) and you’re set. I often just sit there and scry for random things I’ve been wondering about or need help with.

🔮 Try graphology, or scrawl divination. Simply take a pad of paper and a pen, and begin randomly scrawling all over the page. It helps to have a question, and maybe a specific spirit to invoke to guide your hand, but I honestly do it all on my own and just ask for my guides to help me. Pro tip: hold a chunk of quartz in your hand for protection from negative spirits and amplifications of the answer you’re receiving.

🔮 Practice visualization and try to channel your energy. There are tons of exercises out there, but here are two that I’ve been using forever:

To Channel energy with visualization:
1. Begin by visualizing fire in your elbows down to your wrists. Focus on what you see in your mind, what you feel, what you can smell, etc. Whatever works best, use it.
2. Now, rub your hands together, slowly at first. Try to push the energy in your arms into your hands, breaking the barrier that separates them. Like a circuit, connect the two energies together.
3. Next, spread your hands apart, and try to keep the the energy flowing. Shape the energy into a ball, or anything you like.
4. Give it intent, and release it into the Universe.

To create a circuit for grounding and centering:
1. Place one hand on the ground (the Earth is preferable, but any floor that directly leads to the Earth works too).
2. Focus on what you want to release. Are you angry? Sad? Tired? Feel the energy draining from your body as you push into the Earth. Do this until you feel like the energy has been released. Visualize it being recycled into peaceful, ripe energy.
3. Take your other hand and place it about a foot away from the other. Now, while you press into the Earth with both hands, take in energy from the Earth. Push it out while also taking it in, like a circuit. The energy flows in from one hand, and out the other. When you feel you have been filled with good energy, slowly break the circuit one hand at a time.

🔮 Draw sigils! You can create them based on your favourite​ TV or book series if you want, or just make ones you feel you need.

🔮 Charge sigils! I use fidget spinners to charge mine (I roll up a piece of paper with the sigils on it, and stick them through the holes where the bearings go, and then spin it). But you could also just rub them!

🔮 Make bracelets and weave your intent into them! Knot magic and energy work is my favourite​ thing. You can use colour correspondence and add charms for an added boost.

🔮 Write in your dream journal. If you suddenly remember your dreams while sitting on the couch like I do, it would be a great idea to write them down in your dream journal.

🔮 Burn a candle or some incense to bring in something or get rid of something. I like to light a white candle to help cleanse me as I sit on the couch, and sometimes I’ll leave a crystal nearby to be charged and to spread its affects.

🔮 Sew a poppet! Just leave the head part open so you can add crystals, herbs, stuffing, taglocks, etc. Make a few in different colours so you can have them ready the nextti e you need them.

🔮 Make a sachet. Use whatever plants you have on add during that season, like lavender for Summer and those pretty red Christmas flowers whose name escapes me at the moment for Winter.

🔮 Write in your spellbook. Create new spells, describe how a past one turned out, or maybe research herbal or crystal uses.

🔮 Make some pretty bookmarks! Laminate pressed flowers, use ribbons, or even create those monster page corner things! You can use these in your spellbook or in whatever book you’re reading.

🔮 Read a witchy book! You’ll learn something new and maybe be inspired to do some witchy things! And even if you don’t end up liking the book, you’ll get some insight on what other people do with their craft.

🔮 Meditate. It helps improve tons of things. Ex: concentration, breathing, and focus. These are all great things, both for witchcraft and regular mundane things.

Let’s talk about the elements!

I’ve written a lot about the seven classical planets and celestial/cosmic witchcraft. I think it’s time to bring things a bit more down to earth, though!

This is a new two-part series! It will focus on the natural elements as understood by the Western Magical Tradition.

In today’s article, I’ll be explaining a bit about the history of these concepts and how I see them. I hope you find this interesting and informative!

Thinking About the Elements

Elements are one of the first concepts I learned when beginning a journey into witchcraft. 

But! How do we view the elements as concepts? Lets consider how they relate to us and the whole universe. Here’s my views!

Some believe the elements are simply words for natural phenomena.
In other words, Fire is fire - the burning of a campfire or candle, or another flame. Water would always be something like a stream, the ocean or other liquid. I don’t see it this way. They’re far more complex than that!

The four elements stem the observations of ancient philosophers. These thinkers guessed that these substances were the building blocks of physical reality. Of course, they were wrong! In reality, atoms comprise matter. Matter and energy, then, make up the physical universe. 

We could associate four classical elements with the four states of matter. These are solid, liquid, gas, and plasma. They’d correspond to earth, water, air, and fire in turn. This is a very simplified view, though!

These concepts were fundamental to the ancients. A wealth of lore has developed around them. They have grown into complex metaphors for aspects of the human condition. The physical manifestations of the elements have become potent symbols. 

They represent various mental and emotional phenomena. Symbols are important in witchcraft. The way I see it, all tools of the Craft are symbols used to connect with larger forces that work within the universe.

The elements themselves, and their attributions, are in fact, somewhat arbitrary. This means that each of us will have a different idea of what each element represents!

There’s nothing wrong with this, though. The point is to use them as symbols. What they symbolize to you is your own business!

Qualifying the Elements

In the Western Magical Tradition, there are four core (classical) elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.  

Some traditions do posit a fifth element called the quintessence, also known as Spirit or Aether. This fifth element stands apart from the other four, as it doesn’t behave in the same way.  

I’ll be focusing on these four, not on the quintessence. Spirit as an element is a very large topic best suited for its own series of articles.

Alchemical thinkers have placed these four into categories. . They’re quite useful for understanding the system. 

Each element is either “hot” or “cold,” as well as either “dry,” or “wet.”

This doesn’t describe the physical qualities of the phenomena in question. Rather, these terms are metaphors. They refer to the roles taken by the concepts each element embodies.

Hot and Cold Elements

Hot elements are active in human existence. 

They stand for concepts that penetrate and alter the world around them.
An outdated way of putting this would be to describe them as “masculine.” This comes from historical stereotypes about gender. I tend to use the term “active” to describe hot elements. That’s Fire and Air.

Cold elements are passive and receptive. 

They represent concepts from which we draw nourishment. They are the structure or substance that forms our mental landscape. The hot elements tend to be the essence or organizing principle. 

Cold elements are often stereotyped as “feminine.“  They are Water and Earth, both of which play a nourishing role in human existence.

Wet and Dry Elements

Dryness as a concept within the Western Magical Tradition refers to a fixed state. In other words, the dry elements are things that don’t often change. These elements are full of stability. 

The key feature of a dry element is lack of intense motion. We can depend on the stable parts of our existence, represented by these elements.

The dry elements are Fire and Earth. It may seem strange to call fire stable, but it is a reliable source of warmth to us. It represents a constant feature of human life.

When we speak of wet elements, we mean the two elements that aren’t fixed. In other words, elements that flow ,change and transform. It is the concepts associated with these elements that drive the changes. They are reliable, but only insofar as change, itself, is something to rely on! 

The wet elements are Air and Water. Both are natural features that shift and flow through our lives. The inclusion of Air as a wet element shows that these are metaphorical, not literal terms.

Much more could be said about how people have described the elements throughout time. The above image shows the alchemical view of how the elements can combine to create secondary principles. 

As you might guess, “fixed” and “volatile” here stand for what we’ve been calling “passive” and “active.” If you want to know more about these further topics, I recommend Robert Bartlett’s book, True Alchemy. 

The entire concept of the elements is a metaphor, though. It’s a metaphor that can work for you. It can help with your Craft, and help you connect with the universe. I’ll be posting the next article tomorrow! In that, I’ll be discussing each element in detail.

anonymous asked:

do you have writing advice? i feel like i hate everything i write

read read read read read until you’re swollen with words. read advice from every author you love and read advice from every author you hate and read advice from the monster under your bed and read grammar books and read books from the black mountain poets and read books from modern poets and read self-published novels.

and once you’re filled up on ideas other people have given you, ignore everything you just were told and write what you want to read. if you’re absolutely in love with the luminous quality of alliteration, use it. if you’re amazed by the ability of adverbs to astonishingly and quickly multiply, flood your page with them. if you want to let every character die and come back to life, let them. if nobody dies and it’s 500 pages of people in a tea parlor talking, you just wrote a longer version of “no exit” by jean paul sarte and tbh it’s looking for an update. 

the reason i end up hating my work is twofold. either i’m stuck and it’s just a writing block and it doesn’t flow like it needs to, or i’m stuck because i’m too worried about perfection. i need a passage to ring perfect, and i get so caught up in silly things like commas and splicing and never using “said” that i can’t put anything down without feeling like i’m slogging through letters. i forget that the best part of writing a book is how fun it is to write a book. how caught up i get in the story, how sometimes i can even make myself laugh with surprise.

write because you want to hear yourself tell the story. write with a good sense of humor, honestly. i’ve written five novels, and while they’re not for publishing, they were for fun. we forget not everything has to be marketable and serious. that the best part of writing is when you evaporate and everything becomes story.

and when you’re just blocked? go back to the first part of this. and read.

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

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“I want to be alive again. Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive. I want to feel my heart pumping in my chest again. I want to feel blood moving through me hot, and salty, and real. It’s weird, you don’t think you can feel it, the blood, but believe me, when it stops flowing, you’ll know…. Look, I don’t know why this happened to me. But it’s hard. You know why dead people only go out at night, puppy? Because it’s easier to pass for real, in the dark. And I don’t want to have to pass. I want to be alive.”

More than anything, more than fireworks and late nights and starry eyes kisses, I want the warmth of your soul. I want lazy Sundays in bed with you, clean sheets and coffee and that particular smell of golden light streaming through an open window. I want lightning and thunder outside, and you, holding me closely with your skin on mine and your indigo and bronze flecked eyes in front of mine. I want springtime and blossoms and you holding my hand, your golden skin mixed with the cream of mine. I want the kindness and love that flows out of you when you move and laugh and smile. My darling; I want you.
—  j.f // excerpts of stories I will never write • I can feel your touch as I’m writing this, my love

DM: “You reach an opening in the cave. In front of you is a lake of loose gravel, about 2ft deep. There’s a tunnel to the right blocked with boulders, and one on the left with a stream flowing through it.”

Fighter: “Can I swim across?”

DM: “…You can try…”

Fighter: “I swim across.”

DM: “Roll a Swim check.”

Fighter: *Rolls 19*

DM: “You wade into the gravel and begin swimming… You’re moving very slowly, but your form is lovely.”

Swashbuckler: “I want to do a backflip and run across the top.”

DM: “Okay, Acrobatics check.”

Swashbuckler: *Rolls 5*

DM: “You cannonball into the gravel and send rocks flying as you tromp through.”

Swashbuckler: “I meant to do that.”

DM: “Bluff check.”

Swashbuckler: *Rolls 17*

Fighter: “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?”

Rogue, caught the bluff: *glares at Swashbuckler*

Sorcerer: *rolls eyes, continues Mage Handing a path*

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao

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Lean fingers ran over a taunt face, feeding magic and feeling out what more healing magic her body needed. The black polish shone in the dark, further emphasizing the metallic hues of his rings, attracting attention as they danced, smoothing a ridge in her nose and vein, once dark now slightly more faded. Only a couple more weeks and Dot would finally be able to bear to watch her reflection in the mirror.

Magnus was sure she didn’t know he knew. She had no idea he’d noticed how she flinched every time she accidentally stumbled on anything that showed her reflection, even the polished oak of the end table she’d bumped into the previous night.

Her hands had trembled, fingers slowly risen to run their lengths over her face, a brief look of horror and pain spreading over her features before she’d slipped the mask back on and had continued on her way. Magnus was sure that if he’d been in the room, she wouldn’t have even let that much through.

Dorothea Rollins had loyalty in her bones and wore her pride like an armour. It was a pride innate in every warlock. Their lives depended on it, not just because only they could determine their own worth—their world made certain to tell them as often as it could, that it didn’t think they were worth that much—but because it was that and sheer stubbornness that got them through dark times, the pride that they showed the world to prevent it from seeing the chink in their armour and catching a whiff that they were just about to shatter into tiny little fragments. All that time with Valentine had wreaked havoc on her. And only her pride was keeping her standing at the moment.

He had no intention of stripping her of it.

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hip chub y’all

he!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

his body is !!!! a beautiful masterpiece !!!!!!!!

all the lil freckles and marks on his back just make him that much more stunning and his hip chub makes me want to die lol

he literally wears tight underwear and jeans and i feel like he does it so his chub is more Prominent™ look at this doll he’s so gorgeous 

we all Know what went down at this particular concert and im not even gonna get into it but like his chub is right there and it’s out there and he is Doing That

look uhhh!!!!!!!!!!! he curve!!!!! work of art !! put it in the moma 

now yall this is iconic and it’s getting to be too much for me at 4 am lmao

his shirt just!! flows over his chub gracefully!!!! it just!!!!! wow

i just want to know Why

w h y can u see a tiny bit of his happy trail dusting his stomach why can u see his lil hip chub protruding from his jeans why that’s all i wanna know. why

and i’ll leave you with this because it’s the middle of the night and i’m tired but look at this. take it in. soak it up into every last pore you have. savor it. think about it before you go to sleep. think about it as soon as you wake up. cry about it. laugh about it. smile about it. his hip chub deserves it :(

he held me, thinks sherlock, looking at john across the pillows in some kind of wonderment. john’s fringe is growing long again. his eyelashes lay blue-violet shadows on his cheeks. he’s been asleep now for the better part of half an hour. is that the word for it? that’s how it felt, i think. like being. protected, even though there’s no danger here. like he was gathering me up with all my pieces, keeping me together. 

does he know that’s what he did? held me, i mean. that way. 

john snuffles in his sleep, rubbing his cheek along the pillowcase almost in response. he had been fiercely respectful of sherlock’s privacy since moving back in, as though castigating himself at every near-cross of a boundary, and it had made his movements around the flat stilted and unsure, like every time he went to put a foot down, he had to first draw it back and double-check that he was allowed. you’re allowed, sherlock had told him, just that morning. whatever you’re worried about doing or not doing - you’re allowed. 

maybe, john had responded, quite easily, as if he’d been expecting sherlock to do it, but that still doesn’t mean i should. 

but then, the realisation, passing between them like an electrical current, the closed circuit of knowing flowing between them as visibly as lightning, had stopped them both where they stood. and sherlock had said, you know i want you to, then. 

yes, john had said, very, very quietly, i think so. you know why i’m hesitating, too.

sherlock had looked at him for a long minute, not deducing, not deciding. just seeing. yes. you’re afraid.

john had laughed. laughed, actually. aren’t you? 

petrified, which was true, but i think you should do it anyway, which was less true, in fact, but still worth saying. sherlock hoped he’d always say the things worth saying. he doubted he would, or that he even could, but it was a good thing to hope for, he thought. 

and so john had stepped forward. breathed. slipped one hand around the back of sherlock’s elbow, steadying him. had, so so slowly, so so softly, leaned in and brushed his mouth across sherlock’s. not a kiss - not really. that had come after. it was john, going to put a foot down and drawing back, double-checking that he was allowed. you’re allowed, sherlock had repeated, breathing against his cheek. i - i want you to. 

i - i want you to, too, john had said, more like a gasp than anything, like the strength of that admission had to be wrenched forward from somewhere he’d been keeping secret, i want you to be allowed, too. 

which had lead them here, to john’s sleepy heartbeat wearing into sherlock’s sheets and john’s hand on the coverlet, fingers curled in easy relaxation, those same fingers that had clutched and smoothed and held, and held, and held, and even though the fingers were there, now, on the coverlet instead of on sherlock’s hips and shoulders and neck and jaw and ribs and thighs and hands, there was the distinct sense of not having been let go. 

sherlock, john whispers, not opening his eyes. his fingers turn, reach, find, clasp. sherlock thinks his heart is going to burst right out of his wrist where it beats against john’s palm. you all right? 

yes, sherlock whispers back. did you know you held me?

john’s smile, lazy in the dark. sherlock wants to trace it with a fingertip. he thinks, probably, he’d be allowed to do that, if he tried, but it can wait until morning. was that okay? 

he shrugs. the covers shift. john’s thumb swipes back and forth across the smooth skin of his arm. i think so. i just. didn’t know if you knew. that that’s what that was, i think. 

it was, john confirms. the smile doesn’t fade. he tugs on sherlock’s wrist, gently, encouragingly. come here, and i’ll do it again, if you like.

sherlock inches forward, and john raises an arm to welcome him in until his head settles on john’s chest, with one arm draped over his back. he can hear the steady-slow thump of john’s heart. he can feel the smooth-shallow rise of john’s belly under his hand. i like holding you, sherlock, he says, rumbling and gruff through sleep and the saying of something that is difficult and daring to say, i’d like to keep doing it, if that’s okay. 

okay, sherlock says, and it is.

Teacher (M)

Plot: Maybe asking your Korean teacher for help wasn’t such a bad idea. Good grades weren’t the only thing you were going to achieve from that.

Pairing: Teacher! Jung Hoseok x Student! reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (receiving), Moaning denial, just full-on hardcore Jung Hoseok the sexy beast

Note: This is probably the first time I’m actually posting smut. It took me quite a while to write, considering it was very long, and I need to be in a certain mood for it. Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea. Please forgive me if there are any errors, english isn’t my first language. 3657 Words

P.S. You are 19 in this, and Hoseok is 25. I do not support all that underage sex stuff. Everything here is legal (wrong – please don’t fuck your teacher no matter how hot he is – but legal).

Korean Literature was probably your least favorite subject. You hated just everything about it – well – excluding the teacher. He always greeted you with a smile, asked you if you wanted help. You were the only foreigner in the class, after all. He gave you so much special attention, and you wouldn’t mind it at all. Unfortunately, that didn’t change your view on the subject. No matter how hard you tried, you always got a low grade.

“Okay students, remember we have a test on the new poem this Friday,” His voice echoed through your ears, breaking you out of your trance.

There was a solemn look on your face, while you stared out the window. Your eyes stayed on the uniformed kids flooding out of the school gates, while your nail dug under the staple holding your latest spelling test together.

5 out of 10. It was better than the last one.

No matter how bad it got, you always had this urge to try. You always wanted to keep studying for a higher score, but you just never seemed to understand everything that was thrown at you. It was like everything registered into your brain, but it never stayed – it disappeared, unlike your determination to do well.

As your eyes flickered over to the teacher, a nervous feeling settled in your chest. You now stayed after school for that exact reason. A few days ago, Hoseok had offered to help tutor you for an hour everyday until the test. It had been at least a week since he started, and you could safely say that you were getting better.

“Are you ready to start?” 

“Yeah.”

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