i would wear this today

kara is so oblivious tho she would totally send pics of herself to lena in the morning like “sould i wear this shirt today” and lena would die bc kara is not wearing any pants in the pic but kara just keeps doing it over and over.. like, she’d send a pic from a changing room “is this bra good?” and lena would choke on her coffee in a middle of a conference call.. these are facts

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Headcanon that Holtzmann have a lot of fun toying with dress codes to mess with snobbish people at formal events. 

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NEXUS (New story title? *wink*)

Inktober 002: 90s-diet-coke-au!Kuroo Tetsurou

Tools: Copic Multiliner (0.3), Copic Markers (W5, W10, R29, Y19), Sakura Gelly Roll (white), WHSmiths sketchbook

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Make Daddy Proud

A/N: ” harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu”  Enjoy!

  “Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise and quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around. 

  “i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me. 

  “Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.

  She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.

 Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”

  She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.

She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.

  Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.

  She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows how to apply just the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip. 

‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do? 

“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?” 

She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down. 

“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants. 

“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.

When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me. 

I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I fill her completely, stretching her to no end.

“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating inside her. I’m getting close.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m fighting it. I want to make sure she finishes first and judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.

“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.

”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”

I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up. 

Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine. 

“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.

“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered

Brotzly Week Day #2: 'Jacket'

seemed a good time to break out this @princessparadoxical prompt! thanks dear ^_^


Dirk had always wanted his own honest to goodness detective agency. Unfortunately, since such things tended to require a fixed location (and maybe even an additional person or two), he’d never quite got past the early stages of conception.

But finally he’d made it- and Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency was well worth the wait.

Together he, Todd and Farah were a well-oiled detecting machine! Well, moderately well-oiled. Well… perhaps just very lightly greased. Point was they worked well together, and they got the job done. Sometimes. Through the power of teamwork! And dumb luck. But mostly teamwork. It was therefore of the utmost importance to Dirk that their team remained well greased. A metaphorically greasy team was a happy team.

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Some of the most memorable T-shirt messages during football celebrations

1. Ian Wright - After scoring a goal for the Gunners against Bolton in 1997, Wright lifted his shirt to reveal another, made by Nike, stating: ‘179 – Just Done It,’ despite only equalling the record tally. However, he ended up scoring a hat-trick and breaking the record later that day.
2. Robbie Fowler -
during a European Cup Winners’ Cup win against Brann in March 1997 Fowler unveiled a T-shirt with a fake Calvin Klein logo that read: ‘Support the 500 Sacked Dockers’ to show solidarity with striking dockworkers in the city.
3. Thierry Henry -
In 2000, no Arsenal player had scored against Liverpool for almost 3 years, but, right at the death of the match, Henry made sure of the victory by scoring and went on to reveal the message “Bang goes the 0-0 draw”, pointing out the fact they had finally scored against Liverpool.
4. Kaká -
the Brazilian fell to his knees revealing a T-shirt that said “I belong to Jesus” after winning the Champions League final against Liverpool in Athens May 23, 2007.
5. Lionel Messi - In Barcelona’s now famous 6-2 win over Real Madrid at the Santiago Bernabeu in 2009, he revealed a shirt reading ‘Sindrome X Fragil’, the name of a medical condition that leads to emotional, mental and physical problems for its sufferers. Messi later explained that he had spent a day with children suffering from the syndrome prior to the game and in the biggest fixture in club football across the world, he was able to give a relatively unknown issues a huge amount of coverage.
6. Andrés Iniesta - Likely to go down in the annuls of history as the most poignant celebration of any World Cup final goal, the Barcelona man celebrated his winning strike against the Dutch in the South Africa 2010 showpiece by lifting his shirt to reveal a vest with the message ‘Dani Jarque: Always with us’, in memory of the Espanyol defender who tragically died of a heart attack in 2009.
7. Mubarak Wakaso - after scoring a 38th-minute penalty and giving Ghana a 1-0 win over Mali at the African Cup of Nations in 2013, Wakaso revealed a shirt that read “Allah is great.
8. Mario Balotelli - In 2011, quite clearly aggrieved with the often undeserved negative attention that came his way from the media, after an exquisite finish, the young Italian stood defiantly in the face of those that had criticised him in the lead up to the derby at Old Trafford, wearing a T-shirt that said ‘Why always me?
9. Éric Abidal - In 2013, after a year out following liver surgery, Abidal celebrated his return to football by wearing a tribute to his cousin who provided part of his liver for the procedure. ‘It was a very special moment for me after a year out. I want to thank my cousin as without him I would not be here today,’ said Abidal wearing a shirt with ‘Merci mon cousin’ on the front.

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happy asexual pride day!! :0

this marks the,,, , 2nd year I’m pretty sure?? yeah second year of me,, , how do I put it like coming out?? knowing I was ace?? IDK MAN LMAO BUT YEAH 2ND YEAR IN A ROW

I think it was towards the end of sophomore year I knew there was something off but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it yet. Around the beginning of junior year then as the popularity and awareness of the LGBT+ community spread I remember looking into it to see if I could figure out whatever this was I was feeling (or rather, not feeling lol). I found a couple posts on instagram about asexuality and right then and there something clicked and I was like yes!! that’s it!! that’s me!! and I was so happy to have figured it out!! I’d put myself on more of the sex-repulsed side of the spectrum now but yeah I’m rlly!! happy to have found this community!!

I’m still unsure of my romantic affiliation (since I’ve never actually had a crush on anyone IRL my whole life they’ve all been fictional lmaooo)(and I mean I get squishes but that’s about it??) but tbh at this point I’d rate myself at least a 4 or 5/10 on the Gay Scale™. But!! I don’t know!! I’m still questioning and that’s ok!! but since I’m not looking to be in a romantic relationship anytime soon it doesn’t bother me at all that I don’t know yet!! I’m cool w/ it!!

anyways yeah hope all my fellow aces out there have a good pride day today!! <3 :0

i bought a shirt last night at the hayley kiyoko concert that says “girls like girls” on it. and i was super excited about this shirt. because it’s cute and gay and hayley related. and i was going to wear it today. 

until my straight ally sister said “you can’t wear that today, we’re going to victoria’s secret”

and honestly i have not been treated like a predatory lesbian in fucking years but i feel a little sick to my stomach and i don’t think i’m gonna wear the shirt today because i would just feel self-conscious about it all day. but like. this is just a nice reminder that even the straight allies you think you can trust still think of lesbians as some sort of dangerous, unwanted being in women’s spaces. 

anyway, that bitch can’t tell me when and where i can be proudly out as a lesbian and after i get over today’s little hitch, i will be wearing that shirt around her all the fucking time