i'm leaning toward stand by me

anonymous asked:

hey, how big is your tail? can you do things with it? ^^

On average, a raccoon’s tail is 7.5 inches long! The tails can’t really do anything, but the rings confuse predators in the dark trees at night.

Edit: Thank you to @avoidantfutaba for pointing me to more research: The tail also helps with balance when climbing, fat storage for winter, and acts as a balance when raccoons are standing up like a people. You learn something new every day! 

Fire And The Flood.

Chapter One.

“I was only walking through your neighborhood, saw your light on honey, in the cold I stood.”

The snow fell from the sky in a steady pace, the ground unable to melt it fast enough as it collected around my feet. It was dark, the only light coming from the street lamps, illuminating the peaceful road in front of me. My breath came out in small puffs of clouds as I walked slowly along the empty street. Flipping up my collar, I let out a deep sigh as the cold air started to settle onto my skin under my jacket. I took my time though, walking to her complex. I wasn’t even sure she was home. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing, but as soon as I got off the plane, my feet had brought me here. 

I didn’t know her exact address. I remembered. Third complex on the left, second floor, last window on the right. I couldn’t deny the butterflies that filled my stomach when I saw her light on. She had become everything I thought about, the six months on the road away from her was torture. The moment the plane landed, my feet brought me here. They brought me home.



“Tyler!” It’s Jenna’s voice that rings out over the volume of the crowd as we hang out back stage. Her voice would always catch my attention, I watched over she like she was my sister. So when she calls her husband who is right beside me, both of our heads look up to find her. She’s weaving her way through the crowd of people that crowded the small area. She has a friend in tow, but not one that I recognize. She’s significantly shorter than Jenna, with fire red hair. As they get closer I notice that she has freckles painted across her face. She’s cute.

“Hey babe,” Tyler smiles, taking the hand of his wife when she got close enough. I was always jealous of the way he looked at her. So much adoration, so much love. I wanted to feel that.

“I want to introduce you to my friend, Ellie!” She smiles, looking back at the red head. “We were friends in high school, but she’s been in Thailand for the past three years.” She turns to her friend. “Ellie, this is Tyler and Josh.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you guys,” Ellie grins as she holds out her hand for us to shake. “Jenna has told me so much about you guys, I’m a really big fan of your music.”

“Get outta here with that handshake crap,” Tyler laughs as he opens his arm to her. “We hug around here.” Ellie laughs, and it does something to me. So once Tyler hugs her, I open my arms for a hug. She feels delicate, but it’s a good kind of delicate. 

“So, were you living in Thailand?” I ask. 

“Yeah, for work actually,” She replies, smiling. “I work with a company that owns an elephant sanctuary in Phuket, so I track their migration habits and make sure that poachers aren’t getting too close. We also take in injured and or sick elephants and nurse them back to health.” She explains.

“Wow…” Is all I manage to get out. “That sounds amazing, Ellie.”

“Sounds really fulfilling too,” Tyler adds, equally as enthralled by her career.

“Definitely, I really couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”“So you’re just here for vacation then?” I ask. “Like when do you go back?” It makes me nervous to think she only has a limited amount of time here for some reason. But if she was working, she wouldn’t be here long.

Ellie laughs nervously, while giving Jenna a quick look. “Uh, it’s up in the air.” She offers a small smile. “Some on site complications.“ 

"She’s actually moving back!” Jenna cuts in, but I notice how Ellie’s face falls slightly. “We’re going apartment hunting tomorrow.”

“Cool, well if you need any help moving or anything, I’m free to help.” I offer with a smile. I felt relief, knowing that she wasn’t leaving any time soon. I had a chance to get to know her, and I really want to get to know her. 

Her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as she tries not to smile too big. “Yeah, I’ll probably take you up on that.” Now it’s mine turn to blush, as we keep making eye contact. She has bright green eyes, and I feel like I could stare at them for days. 

“Hey!” The stage manager calls, breaking the almost awkward moment. “You guys are next,” He informs us. 

“Cool!” Tyler calls back, giving him a thumbs up as he leans in to kiss his wife, leaving Ellie and I standing in silence.

“Well, hey, I hope you enjoy the show!” I smile.

Her face lights up. “Thanks! I haven’t ever watched you guys live before so I'm really looking forward to it.”

Butterflies. That’s all I can feel as she smiles at me. “Well, I’ll make sure it’s the best show yet,” I offer, only getting a bigger smile from her. I can feel my face getting hot. So before I can make a fool of myself in front of her, I quickly wave and turn towards the stage with Tyler following right behind.

“Slow down there, Casanova,” Tyler chuckles.

“Yeah, that was weird,” I admit as I keep my head forward. “Pretty sure I just wreck any future dates we possibly had." 

"Nah man, she’s totally smitten,” Tyler replies reassuringly. “But she might be a little out of your league,” He adds. I turn to look at him, waiting for him to continue. “Thailand?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

I stay quiet for a moment. “Yeah… well, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,” I offer. Tyler shrugs, thinking about it for a moment as he picks up his ukulele, then nods at me. We give each other a quick hug before we go to our marks, and I try my hardest to push Ellie to the back of my mind.


Standing below her living room window, I started kicking the snow around my feet, looking for a small pebble or something to throw at her window. After a few moments, and freezing finger tips, I had collected a few into my hands. I eyed up the window for a moment before winding up my toss. It hit the window with a loud tap. I paused, waiting to see if she noticed. When a couple of seconds passed, I threw a second pebble. By the third, she finally noticed. Slowly, she walked up to her window, eyes wide with caution. But that melted as soon as she saw me, my favorite smile spreading across her face.

“Josh!” She half giggled as she opened her window. “You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing out here? It’s freezing out!”

My smile was hurting my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t even have a good excuse so I just shook my head. “I don’t know!” I laughed. “I just wanted to see you.”

I could see her blush from where I was standing and all I could imagine was kissing her cheeks. “I’ll buzz you in,” She smiled, disappearing after a few seconds. 

My heart was pounding, I could hear it in my ears. I basically ran to the front door, and as soon as I was in, I skipped the elevator and sprinted up the stairs to her door. She was there, waiting with the door open and smile big on her face.


A/N So this is my first attempt at a fic! Please let me know what you guys think, and feel free to send me requests for imagines! Thank you for reading!  

anonymous asked:

Hi. Do you still take prompts? If yes, a Minkey fic please, where Key confess his feelings to Minho, bc of a misunderstanding, Key thought Minho didn't like him back and made fun of his feelings so he tried to move on, after a few years, they met again. :)

this is so terribly late, i don’t even know if the anon remembers sending me this prompt, let alone read this now. truly sorry for the long wait dear! but thank you for the lovely prompt~ i hope you see this and enjoy the fic! ^^


Choi Minho is 22 and has never been drunk. Yet all that changes on the night of his graduation party. He doesn’t actually know that he’s drunk because his brain doesn’t seem to be functioning much but when he begins feeling too warm and starts having trouble with balance, coordination and attention, Minho is almost certain he shouldn’t have taken that 4th shot. It really isn’t entirely his fault though. Whoever said alcohol makes you braver and gives you courage should take part of the blame too.

You see, Minho doesn’t like parties. He doesn’t even like drinking or dancing. But he does like Kim Kibum. Actually, Minho is pretty much infatuated with Kibum who, mind you, he has only shared one class with in their last semester of university but has captivated him enough for Minho to imagine a future together. So when they’re both graduating and this party is the last chance he might see Kibum, Minho decides to drag his awkward self to the club and find the right opportunity to confess to his crush.

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Hinata: Dorky, cute, Not sure what to do with himself

Silas: Supportive, romantic, very sentimental and caring

Charlotte: Flirty, Playful, CA$H MON€¥

Rinkah: Funny, Confident, Can benchpress me and I would let her.

Me

Steve/Reader

REQUEST May I please get a oneshot where the reader is Clint Barton’s adopted sibling (they adopted each other as siblings during his circus days) and they tease him about liking Nat and he gets flustered so he starts teasing the reader about liking Steve and Steve overhears?

(I hope you enjoy!)

~Ghoul

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“Will you just admit it already?”

Clint fired off another arrow, hitting the bullseye of the practice target. “There’s nothing to admit.” Whether he was purposely avoiding eye contact or he was just focusing on the targets, it was hard to tell.

“Oh, don’t pretend that nobody can see those glances you give her when she’s not looking.” I crossed my arms, teasing him.

The blush that crept across Clint cheeks did not go unnoticed. “There aren’t any glances!” He took a breath to compose himself. “Me and Nat, it’s not like that, okay?”

“If you say so,” I said in a sing-song voice. A few moments of silence passed while Clint notched another arrow and got himself set to fire it at the target. Right before he let it go, I spoke up. “But you do like her.”

Clint groaned as he released the arrow, and completely missed the target because my voice had distracted him. He quickly turned around to look at me. “You know what? If you wanna talk about liking somebody, how about the giant crush you have on Steve?” My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heating up. “See? Not so fun when you’re on that side of the conversation.” Clint smirked.

I playfully shoved his arm. “Shut up, that’s different.”

“How’s it different?”

“Because Nat totally likes you back.”

“You don’t think Steve likes you?”

I ducked my head. “Not like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” I gave Clint a confused glance, and I was about to ask him what he meant when he gestured with his eyes over my shoulder. I turned to see Steve standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “(Y/N), Steve, I’m gonna go…somewhere else.” Clint slung his bow over his shoulder and took his chance to escape, and I desperately wanted to follow his lead.

“H-hey, Steve,” I tried to sound casual and not like I felt like screaming.

“Hey.” Steve smiled, and I could feel my heart racing even faster.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I left something here when I was practicing on the range with Natasha earlier, and I guess I chose an..interesting time to come back for it.”

I paled. “You, uh, overheard what me and Clint were saying?”

“I did, n-not that I was eavesdropping or anything,” Steve said, suddenly sounding flustered. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no worries,” I waved him off, trying to play it cool.

Steve nodded, but there was a blush on his cheeks that was still lingering. “Um, you know, Clint’s not wrong.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Not wrong about what?”

“Well you said that you didn’t think that I liked you, and he said that he wasn’t sure about that. He, uh, he’s not wrong.” Steve trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, looking at the ground.

“Oh?” I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but if he was implying what it sounded like he was implying…

“Would you wanna, I dunno, maybe go out for coffee sometime?” Steve asked, smiling shyly.

I blinked in disbelief, before remembering that I needed to pick my jaw up from the ground and answer. “I would love to.”

“Does tomorrow night work for you, around seven-thirty?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” I smiled.

“Great,” Steve returned the smile. He leaned toward me hesitantly with his arms out ever so slightly. I laughed and met him in an embrace.

The moment would have been perfect, had I not glanced over Steve’s shoulder to see Clint standing in the doorway, smiling broadly and giving me a thumbs up.

anonymous asked:

Ok so for a request how about a night out with the boys (you date Michael) and he gets a little jealous because one of the boys did something so small but Michael can't help it cause ugh Michael and like smut smut and fluff when they get home I love Michael I'm deep in my feels

Here ya go! REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

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SEX ON THE BEACH- MICHAEL CLIFFORD

I lean my head on Michael’s shoulder as he wraps an arm around me, “It’s so peaceful.”

He kisses my forehead, “I could spend every day here with you.”

I stare at the calm ocean waves as the sun sets behind it. The warm sand between my toes mixed with my loving boyfriend next to me makes this moment perfect. Nothing can change thing moment.

“ASHTON YOU FUCKER!” Calum yells as they run by us, sand flying towards my face.

I cough and wipe my face while standing up, “Hey, dipshits! Chill out!”

Ashton runs over to me and throws me over his shoulder. I yell smack my hands on his back, “Hey, put me down, Irwin!”

“You told me to chill, so we’re going to go chill.”

I look behind me to see him running towards the water. My eyes widen and I gasp, “Ashton! No, stop!”

“Be careful with her, she’s the only one who likes me out of you assholes!” Michael yells in the distance.

I scream as Ashton’s feet hit the water and then I’m suddenly covered in water. I finally climb off Ashton and shove him, “Jerk.”

He laughs and splashes me. I flip him off and walk back over to Michael. He takes his sweatshirt off and hands it to me, “You okay?”

“Just cold.” I slip his sweatshirt over my head.

I sit on our towel and he puts his arm back around me, but this time a bit tighter.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Mhm.” He answers through his teeth as he glares at Ashton.

“Don’t be mad at him, he’s just messing around.”

“I’m not mad at him.”

“Then what’s your issue?”

He stays silent for a second before speaking up, “I’m the one who’s supposed to carry you over my shoulder and throw you in the water.”

I laugh, “You’re jealous? Don’t be jealous, I suck your dick, not his.”

He chuckles and leans down and kisses my head, “Is that a suggestion?”

I shove him lightly, “Not here. The guys are here.”

He looks behind him at the building that has bathrooms in it, “No one’s in there.”

I roll my eyes and stand up, “Alright, let’s go.”

His eyes widen, “Wait, I was kidding.”

“I’m not.”

He swallows hard and stands up. Our fingers intertwine as we run away from the guys before they notice us leaving. We get into the bathroom and shut and lock the door. I turn around and Michael pushes me against the door and kisses me. I laugh against his lips and wrap my arms around him. His hands travel up my sweatshirt, which is actually his, until his fingers traced the bottom of my wet bathing suit. He tries to take control, but I push him off of me.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

I push him against the wall and drop to my knees. I pull his bathing suit bottoms off of his waist and let them fall to his ankles. He’s not completely hard, but he’s getting there. I slowly wrap my hand around the base of him and he sucks in a sharp breath. I rub him slowly, teasing him on purpose. He groans and I lick him from his base to his tip. I let his pink tip rest on my tongue before taking him wholly in my mouth. I feel his body shudder at my touch. I bob my head up and down a few times before swirling my tongue around his tip. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes my face closer to him. His tip hits the back of my throat which causes me to gag a little. A deep moan rises from the back of his throat. I traces my fingers on the parts that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. I fiddle with his balls as I bob my head around his shaft. I know that drives him crazy.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

I look up at him to see his head leaned against wall and his chest heaving up and down. It’s not enough for me. I bob my head faster, licking his tip to swallow the excess pre-cum. I focus on his tip and pump him quickly.

“Shit, m’ close.”

I take him back in my mouth and slowly suck him off. He groans in annoyance because he knows I’m doing this on purpose.

“Babe.”

“Yes?” I pull back from him completely.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Ask nicely. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to finish me off.”

“That didn’t sound nice.”

“Please, babe, please. Suck me off.”

I drag my fingers up and down his dick. His tip is red and looks like it’s going to burst any second.

“Beg.”

He groans, “Y/N, I’m not going to last long. Just fucking do it.”

“If you want to cum, then beg.”

He sighs, “I need you, Y/N. Please, please just finish me off.”

“More.” I rub him faster.

A moan slips past his parted lips, “Shit, so good to me. I need your pretty lips wrapped around me.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip again and he gasps. I begin to bob my head again and a shaky breath leaves his mouth.

“I’m gonna cum.” He says.

I suck harder and pump him faster. He squeezes his eyes shut and he whispers a bunch of profanities under his breath. He yells out and I feel warm liquid slide down my throat. I feel his legs shake as he comes undone. I swipe my tongue over his tip before standing up and wiping my mouth.

“Hold on, I need a minute.”

I chuckle, “Just come out when you’re ready. Don’t want the guys to get suspicious.”

I walk out of the bathroom and back over to the towel where Michael and I were sitting before.