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The games we play Part 1

“Okay guys it’s getting late and I think we finally have everything in order,” I tell everyone as I get to my feet and look round at the small group of people gathered in my sitting room.

“My parent’s will be back in an hour and I have to tidy up so let’s meet up again at lunch tomorrow and go over the last of the details?”

Everyone nods and I smile at them. They begin to pack up their textbooks, chatting away to each other as one by one they leave. All except one. I watch him in the corner as he slowly slides his tongue out over his lip ring, pushing his book in to his bag. He looks up, calm and collected as always. I didn’t want him here. I run a tutoring group for my history class and he was failing. The teacher promised me extra credit if I let him join the group but he had just sat for the last hour, taking no notes and staring me up and down every time I so much as moved. He intimidated me with his piercings and his rock band t-shirts. The one he was wearing just now was cut off at the sleeves and had the words “you complete mess” scrawled across it. I straightened my skirt, waiting for him to move or say something.

“Need a hand tidying up?” he asked, standing up. He is freakishly tall and his long thin legs are currently adorned by black, skin tight jeans with massive holes in the knees. I didn’t want to admit he was good looking because nobody that scruffy should be good looking and if my mother knew I was even looking at him right now she’d be furious.

“I can manage,” I reply, politely. Why does my voice shake so much when I speak to him? I start picking up the empty cans of cola. He still doesn’t make any indication that he plans to leave and when I look back he is biting down on his lower lips, his eyes on my backside. I gulp. I’ve never had a boy look at me like that before. At least not one as sexy and experienced as him.

I’d heard all the stories. Luke Hemmings was always with some girl or another and I once over heard two of them talking about how incredibly kinky he was in bed.

“Are you always so organised and disciplined?” he asks, helping me with the cans despite my assurance that I could manage.

“What do you mean?” I ask, turning and heading for the kitchen bin. He follows without hesitation.

“You know. Do you always do as your told?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Why?”

“Because I do.”

It’s the lamest answer ever but it’s the only one I have.

“You never want to rebel a bit? Go against your word or do something just for fun?” He smirks. He leans past me and I stiffen as his arm brushes against my stomach. He smoothly drops the empty cans in the bin and straightens up but when he looks down at me there is a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.

“My mum would kill me,” I finally find my voice and reply to him.

He flicks his lip ring, moving it around slightly. He appears lost in thought.

“So it isn’t true what they say?”

I walk back towards the living room and he speaks as he troops after me.

“What who say? About what?” I ask, turning to face him.

“That girls like you secretly have a bad side?” he grins, mischievously.

“What?” I gulp.

“Oh come on,” he chuckles, “You telling me you’ve never thought about a guy f.ucking your brains out?”

I swallow though I have no idea how I manage too. My mouth is so dry.

“Hmm you have,” he decides, “See how flustered you are.”

He steps closer. I move back but the table stops my attempts to escape.

“Your cheeks are red, your heart is racing and under that skirt your clamping those milky thighs together to try and hold back your desire for me to touch you.”

“That’s a lie,” I tell him. Though he is one hundred percent accurate.

“You sure about that?” he smirks as he steps even closer. I attempt to move back again and the back of my knees hit off the coffee table. I stumble and Luke reaches out, snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

“If you can honestly say you haven’t thought about all the bad things I could do to you then I’ll leave right now.”

I gulp once more, my cheeks heating up.

“And if I have?” I answer, not sure where my wit is coming from right now.

“Then maybe I’ll show you just how bad I can be,” he grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

I try to find my words but they are lost, my focus is on his tongue and that damn lip ring. He closes his mouth in a smug smile and I know he can tell I want him. But I shouldn’t. This is so wrong. He’s Luke. He’s the guy who constantly gets detention and who is rumoured to have had sex with a girl behind the bins in the school yard. He’s good at one thing and that’s driving teenage girls completely mad with lust.

“I’ll take that as a yes. F.uck I’d love to get inside your head and see exactly what dirty fantasies you have about me.”

I turn crimson, a few running through my head.

“That naughty huh?” he grins, noticing my reaction.

He still hasn’t let me go. His face is inches from mine and I can’t tell if he is going to kiss me or rip my clothes off. He does neither. Instead he grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.

“Which one is your room?” he asks. Looking at the doors.

“That one,” I point to my bedroom and for a split second I panic that he might head to my parents room instead but he simply tugs me in to my room and shuts the door. He lets go of my hand and strolls in to the centre of the room, looking around, curiously.

“Sit down,” he orders. Pointing to the bed. I should be sticking up for myself but I find myself wanting to do as he says and I perch myself on the side of my bed, watching him. He walks to my chest of drawers and pulls the top drawer open. I squirm, knowing what is in there. He rummages for a second then a low hiss comes from his throat.

“Bingo,” he chuckles, turning around with a tiny thong dangling from his index finger. I get up and rush for him, snatching it away and putting it back in the drawer, mortified.

“And who were you going to wear that for?” he teases.

I cringe even further, picturing myself in the bitsy black thing before him, turning, this gorgeous, punk a.ss specimen of a man, on.

“Me?” his eyebrows raise in surprise. How does he read my mind like that?

“F.uck Kat,” he shakes his head in awe, “That’s hot.”

I attempt to walk back over to the bed but he grabs my wrist and tugs me back to him.

“Do you think about me a lot?” he asks.

I slowly nod.

“What do you think about?” he asks.

I’m too embarrassed to answer that.

“My hands?” he guesses and I gasp as he slowly slides them up, over my breasts, above my blouse.

“Do you imagine me making your little nipples all hard with my fingers?” he teases. He slowly circles his fingers right over my nipples. I want to feel him properly, his skin on mine.

“Or is it my mouth you imagine?” he smirks, “Buried in your wet p.ussy? Soaking up your taste?”

I swallow. This should be so disturbing but instead I’m clamping my thighs together, strangely aroused by his filthy mouth. I stiffen as he lowers one hand, hitching my skirt up slightly. His fingers trail along the top of my thighs just above where my stockings end and I squirm. He smiles lazily down at me.

“Oh how easy you make this,” he chuckles.

He steps towards me, forcing me back until I’m against my bed again then he gives me a gentle shove and I fall back on the bed. He towers over me, looking down with amusement.

“Or maybe what you’re really desperate for is my d.ick?” he asks.

I gasp and he grins at my pathetic response.

“Is that right?” he queries, “Does Kat want me inside her tight little p.ussy? Filling her up and f.ucking her brains out?”

I cross my legs, feeling a tingling sensation through my crotch. I sit up, trying to gain some form of dominance but it fails dramatically.

“Oh you wanna watch me while I eat you out?” he nods. My eyes widen as he sinks to his knees in front of me. Surely he won’t really. I frown as he reaches for his own waist band. He slowly unloops his belt and I stare at him. What is he going to do with that?

“Lie up on the bed properly,” he demands. I do as I’m told, kicking my slippers off as I do. He climbs on the bed on top of me, one knee on either side of my thighs. God he looks so delicious up there, his crotch right above mine. I can’t help but look at it and I’m silently surprised to find that he is straining against his jeans. I guess talking dirty really turns him on.

He grabs my wrists and hoists them above my head.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

He says it as a statement rather than a question but I still don’t argue. My interest is officially peaked and my courage is starting to come back. I may only get one chance with this boy and I want it to be better than I pictured. I want to drive him just as wild as he drives me. If not more. For now I wait while he ties my hands to the headboard and sits back, admiring his work.

“God you look hot like that,” he compliments.

“Now for your clothes,” he adds, reaching for the buttons on my blouse.

“What about your clothes?” I ask, finally finding my voice again.

“Oh They’ll be coming off later. Don’t you worry Kat I wont be leaving until I’ve had my fill. But first I want to watch your little body squirm under me.”

“I want that too,” I stun myself by replying, my voice low and needy. He laughs and I turn red once again.

“I’ll bet you do,” he smirks, “But you should know one thing first.”

“What?” I pant, already gagging for him.

“I don’t do slow,” he warns me, his eyes shining wickedly.

“I don’t want you to,” I confess.“

His eyes turn dark, his strong jaw slamming shut and he lifts his hands to the middle of my blouse and pulls. The buttons pop and roll on to the floor He can’t take it completely of because of my tied hands but he shoves it out the way so he can see my body. I’m wearing a purple lace bra and he doesn’t seem to have expected this. He growls appreciatively and I almost shriek when he lowers his head and violently runs his teeth up my body.

“Arch your back,” he bosses, talking in to my stomach. I do as he says and he slides his hands under my back. I feel him tug at my bra and he releases the clip in seconds. He pulls it up over my head and leaves it resting there.

“Holy f,uck,” he groans, looking down at my bare chest. He sits back and reaches out his hands, kneading them. His eyes screw shut and I notice him twitch down there. Oh my god he feels so good. His hands move around my breasts then he slowly pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I can’t help the small squeal that escapes my lips. His eyes open and he looks at me.

“Don’t hold back,” he insists, lowering his mouth to my nipples. Like I have a choice. Wow. I let out a low mewl as his lip ring brushes against my stiff nipple. He chuckles at my reaction, pleased with himself.

Slowly he moves to my other nipple and repeats the same circular kisses around it. I wriggle under him, unable to stay poised any longer. He knows what he is doing. He knows that every touch or every word he says is exciting me in ways I’ve never experienced and he is getting off on it.

He roughly kisses his way down my body then moves back again. He yanks my skirt down in one swift movement and lifts my legs to pull it right off.

“God I’ve thought about this moment for a long time,” he informs me, “Having control over your perfect little body. Showing your know it all self that you don’t know everything.”

“I’m not a know it all,” I stutter.

“No? Oh Miss Thompson please pick me. I know the answer!" 
He does a very berating mimic of me. I glare at him.

"That sounds nothing like me.”

He shrugs in a don’t care kind of way.

“I knew you were just dying for it underneath that good girl persona of yours,” he tells me, “I knew you lay in bed at night wondering what it would be like to have a boys tongue in your p.ussy.”

I blush, not because his words are so dirty but because they are true. I’ve been curious about these things for years now.

“I like these,” he compliments, his tone changing as he gently pulls at the side of my panties.

His knuckle brushes against me slightly and I shudder. He doesn’t miss it. He roughly grips my knees and spreads them apart, one on either side of his hips. I squirm in anticipation. He pulls my pants down, leaving me completely nude before him. I want to hide but I can’t even move. I watch as he pulls my pants from round my ankle and my mouth falls open as he scrunches them up and lifts them to his nose, inhaling.

“Hope you taste as good as you smell,” he grins.

He doesn’t stop. With one swift move he slides back and lowers his head, his mouth right on my clitoris. I tug against my restraints, so completely aroused.

“Bloody hell Kat,” he gasps, “You’re soaking.”

I whimper as he kisses down my crotch then licks a strip up it. His lip ring feels so good against my skin. He isn’t gentle in the slightest but flicks his tongue furiously over my weak spot before bringing up a finger and roughly forcing it inside me. It doesn’t hurt like I expect it to. I swallow his finger, my arousal acting as natural lubricant.

He finally gets me to let go and scream when he opens his mouth wide then closes it and repeats this motion over my sex, over and over until I’m a wriggling, begging mess.

“Please Luke,” I moan.

I can feel this foreign wave rising inside the pit of my stomach, pushing to be released. He quickens his pace and my back arches off the bed as he shoves his tongue inside me, his top lip rubbing up and down my clit. The belt is digging in to my wrists as I pull against it.

A loud groan comes from my mouth as he grips my thighs, forcing his tongue in even deeper. I reach my height and spiral out of control. My body shuddering violently above him as I convulse. He sits up, leans back and wipes his lips on the back of his hand.

“You’re an easy girl to please,” he smiles, playfully, “Now let’s see if your good at pleasing others?”

The games we play part 1 (hope u like)

“Okay guys it’s getting late and I think we finally have everything in order,” I tell everyone as I get to my feet and look round at the small group of people gathered in my sitting room.

“My parent’s will be back in an hour and I have to tidy up so let’s meet up again at lunch tomorrow and go over the last of the details?”

Everyone nods and I smile at them. They begin to pack up their textbooks, chatting away to each other as one by one they leave. All except one. I watch him in the corner as he slowly slides his tongue out over his lip ring, pushing his book in to his bag. He looks up, calm and collected as always. I didn’t want him here. I run a tutoring group for my history class and he was failing. The teacher promised me extra credit if I let him join the group but he had just sat for the last hour, taking no notes and staring me up and down every time I so much as moved. He intimidated me with his piercings and his rock band t-shirts. The one he was wearing just now was cut off at the sleeves and had the words “you complete mess” scrawled across it. I straightened my skirt, waiting for him to move or say something.

“Need a hand tidying up?” he asked, standing up. He is freakishly tall and his long thin legs are currently adorned by black, skin tight jeans with massive holes in the knees. I didn’t want to admit he was good looking because nobody that scruffy should be good looking and if my mother knew I was even looking at him right now she’d be furious.

“I can manage,” I reply, politely. Why does my voice shake so much when I speak to him? I start picking up the empty cans of cola. He still doesn’t make any indication that he plans to leave and when I look back he is biting down on his lower lips, his eyes on my backside. I gulp. I’ve never had a boy look at me like that before. At least not one as sexy and experienced as him.

I’d heard all the stories. Luke Hemmings was always with some girl or another and I once over heard two of them talking about how incredibly kinky he was in bed.

“Are you always so organised and disciplined?” he asks, helping me with the cans despite my assurance that I could manage.

“What do you mean?” I ask, turning and heading for the kitchen bin. He follows without hesitation.

“You know. Do you always do as your told?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Why?”

“Because I do.”

It’s the lamest answer ever but it’s the only one I have.

“You never want to rebel a bit? Go against your word or do something just for fun?” He smirks. He leans past me and I stiffen as his arm brushes against my stomach. He smoothly drops the empty cans in the bin and straightens up but when he looks down at me there is a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.

“My mum would kill me,” I finally find my voice and reply to him.

He flicks his lip ring, moving it around slightly. He appears lost in thought.

“So it isn’t true what they say?”

I walk back towards the living room and he speaks as he troops after me.

“What who say? About what?” I ask, turning to face him.

“That girls like you secretly have a bad side?” he grins, mischievously.

“What?” I gulp.

“Oh come on,” he chuckles, “You telling me you’ve never thought about a guy f.ucking your brains out?”

I swallow though I have no idea how I manage too. My mouth is so dry.

“Hmm you have,” he decides, “See how flustered you are.”

He steps closer. I move back but the table stops my attempts to escape.

“Your cheeks are red, your heart is racing and under that skirt your clamping those milky thighs together to try and hold back your desire for me to touch you.”

“That’s a lie,” I tell him. Though he is one hundred percent accurate.

“You sure about that?” he smirks as he steps even closer. I attempt to move back again and the back of my knees hit off the coffee table. I stumble and Luke reaches out, snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

“If you can honestly say you haven’t thought about all the bad things I could do to you then I’ll leave right now.”

I gulp once more, my cheeks heating up.

“And if I have?” I answer, not sure where my wit is coming from right now.

“Then maybe I’ll show you just how bad I can be,” he grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

I try to find my words but they are lost, my focus is on his tongue and that damn lip ring. He closes his mouth in a smug smile and I know he can tell I want him. But I shouldn’t. This is so wrong. He’s Luke. He’s the guy who constantly gets detention and who is rumoured to have had sex with a girl behind the bins in the school yard. He’s good at one thing and that’s driving teenage girls completely mad with lust.

“I’ll take that as a yes. F.uck I’d love to get inside your head and see exactly what dirty fantasies you have about me.”

I turn crimson, a few running through my head.

“That naughty huh?” he grins, noticing my reaction.

He still hasn’t let me go. His face is inches from mine and I can’t tell if he is going to kiss me or rip my clothes off. He does neither. Instead he grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.

“Which one is your room?” he asks. Looking at the doors.

“That one,” I point to my bedroom and for a split second I panic that he might head to my parents room instead but he simply tugs me in to my room and shuts the door. He lets go of my hand and strolls in to the centre of the room, looking around, curiously.

“Sit down,” he orders. Pointing to the bed. I should be sticking up for myself but I find myself wanting to do as he says and I perch myself on the side of my bed, watching him. He walks to my chest of drawers and pulls the top drawer open. I squirm, knowing what is in there. He rummages for a second then a low hiss comes from his throat.

“Bingo,” he chuckles, turning around with a tiny thong dangling from his index finger. I get up and rush for him, snatching it away and putting it back in the drawer, mortified.

“And who were you going to wear that for?” he teases.

I cringe even further, picturing myself in the bitsy black thing before him, turning, this gorgeous, punk a.ss specimen of a man, on.

“Me?” his eyebrows raise in surprise. How does he read my mind like that?

“F.uck Kat,” he shakes his head in awe, “That’s hot.”

I attempt to walk back over to the bed but he grabs my wrist and tugs me back to him.

“Do you think about me a lot?” he asks.

I slowly nod.

“What do you think about?” he asks.

I’m too embarrassed to answer that.

“My hands?” he guesses and I gasp as he slowly slides them up, over my breasts, above my blouse.

“Do you imagine me making your little nipples all hard with my fingers?” he teases. He slowly circles his fingers right over my nipples. I want to feel him properly, his skin on mine.

“Or is it my mouth you imagine?” he smirks, “Buried in your wet p.ussy? Soaking up your taste?”

I swallow. This should be so disturbing but instead I’m clamping my thighs together, strangely aroused by his filthy mouth. I stiffen as he lowers one hand, hitching my skirt up slightly. His fingers trail along the top of my thighs just above where my stockings end and I squirm. He smiles lazily down at me.

“Oh how easy you make this,” he chuckles.

He steps towards me, forcing me back until I’m against my bed again then he gives me a gentle shove and I fall back on the bed. He towers over me, looking down with amusement.

“Or maybe what you’re really desperate for is my d.ick?” he asks.

I gasp and he grins at my pathetic response.

“Is that right?” he queries, “Does Kat want me inside her tight little p.ussy? Filling her up and f.ucking her brains out?”

I cross my legs, feeling a tingling sensation through my crotch. I sit up, trying to gain some form of dominance but it fails dramatically.

“Oh you wanna watch me while I eat you out?” he nods. My eyes widen as he sinks to his knees in front of me. Surely he won’t really. I frown as he reaches for his own waist band. He slowly unloops his belt and I stare at him. What is he going to do with that?

“Lie up on the bed properly,” he demands. I do as I’m told, kicking my slippers off as I do. He climbs on the bed on top of me, one knee on either side of my thighs. God he looks so delicious up there, his crotch right above mine. I can’t help but look at it and I’m silently surprised to find that he is straining against his jeans. I guess talking dirty really turns him on.

He grabs my wrists and hoists them above my head.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

He says it as a statement rather than a question but I still don’t argue. My interest is officially peaked and my courage is starting to come back. I may only get one chance with this boy and I want it to be better than I pictured. I want to drive him just as wild as he drives me. If not more. For now I wait while he ties my hands to the headboard and sits back, admiring his work.

“God you look hot like that,” he compliments.

“Now for your clothes,” he adds, reaching for the buttons on my blouse.

“What about your clothes?” I ask, finally finding my voice again.

“Oh They’ll be coming off later. Don’t you worry Kat I wont be leaving until I’ve had my fill. But first I want to watch your little body squirm under me.”

“I want that too,” I stun myself by replying, my voice low and needy. He laughs and I turn red once again.

“I’ll bet you do,” he smirks, “But you should know one thing first.”

“What?” I pant, already gagging for him.

“I don’t do slow,” he warns me, his eyes shining wickedly.

“I don’t want you to,” I confess.“

His eyes turn dark, his strong jaw slamming shut and he lifts his hands to the middle of my blouse and pulls. The buttons pop and roll on to the floor He can’t take it completely of because of my tied hands but he shoves it out the way so he can see my body. I’m wearing a purple lace bra and he doesn’t seem to have expected this. He growls appreciatively and I almost shriek when he lowers his head and violently runs his teeth up my body.

“Arch your back,” he bosses, talking in to my stomach. I do as he says and he slides his hands under my back. I feel him tug at my bra and he releases the clip in seconds. He pulls it up over my head and leaves it resting there.

“Holy f,uck,” he groans, looking down at my bare chest. He sits back and reaches out his hands, kneading them. His eyes screw shut and I notice him twitch down there. Oh my god he feels so good. His hands move around my breasts then he slowly pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I can’t help the small squeal that escapes my lips. His eyes open and he looks at me.

“Don’t hold back,” he insists, lowering his mouth to my nipples. Like I have a choice. Wow. I let out a low mewl as his lip ring brushes against my stiff nipple. He chuckles at my reaction, pleased with himself.

Slowly he moves to my other nipple and repeats the same circular kisses around it. I wriggle under him, unable to stay poised any longer. He knows what he is doing. He knows that every touch or every word he says is exciting me in ways I’ve never experienced and he is getting off on it.

He roughly kisses his way down my body then moves back again. He yanks my skirt down in one swift movement and lifts my legs to pull it right off.

“God I’ve thought about this moment for a long time,” he informs me, “Having control over your perfect little body. Showing your know it all self that you don’t know everything.”

“I’m not a know it all,” I stutter.

“No? Oh Miss Thompson please pick me. I know the answer!" 
He does a very berating mimic of me. I glare at him.

"That sounds nothing like me.”

He shrugs in a don’t care kind of way.

“I knew you were just dying for it underneath that good girl persona of yours,” he tells me, “I knew you lay in bed at night wondering what it would be like to have a boys tongue in your p.ussy.”

I blush, not because his words are so dirty but because they are true. I’ve been curious about these things for years now.

“I like these,” he compliments, his tone changing as he gently pulls at the side of my panties.

His knuckle brushes against me slightly and I shudder. He doesn’t miss it. He roughly grips my knees and spreads them apart, one on either side of his hips. I squirm in anticipation. He pulls my pants down, leaving me completely nude before him. I want to hide but I can’t even move. I watch as he pulls my pants from round my ankle and my mouth falls open as he scrunches them up and lifts them to his nose, inhaling.

“Hope you taste as good as you smell,” he grins.

He doesn’t stop. With one swift move he slides back and lowers his head, his mouth right on my clitoris. I tug against my restraints, so completely aroused.

“Bloody hell Kat,” he gasps, “You’re soaking.”

I whimper as he kisses down my crotch then licks a strip up it. His lip ring feels so good against my skin. He isn’t gentle in the slightest but flicks his tongue furiously over my weak spot before bringing up a finger and roughly forcing it inside me. It doesn’t hurt like I expect it to. I swallow his finger, my arousal acting as natural lubricant.

He finally gets me to let go and scream when he opens his mouth wide then closes it and repeats this motion over my sex, over and over until I’m a wriggling, begging mess.

“Please Luke,” I moan.

I can feel this foreign wave rising inside the pit of my stomach, pushing to be released. He quickens his pace and my back arches off the bed as he shoves his tongue inside me, his top lip rubbing up and down my clit. The belt is digging in to my wrists as I pull against it.

A loud groan comes from my mouth as he grips my thighs, forcing his tongue in even deeper. I reach my height and spiral out of control. My body shuddering violently above him as I convulse. He sits up, leans back and wipes his lips on the back of his hand.

“You’re an easy girl to please,” he smiles, playfully, “Now let’s see if your good at pleasing others?”

hikingbuddies.tumblr.com

want to hike but don’t feel safe alone? I am trying to make a master list of sweet folks who’d like a buddy to hike with

I’ve started a private blog : hikingbuddies.tumblr.com

(password : be safe - all one word no spaces)

Visit the blog, fill out the super fun and amazingly exciting questions and Submit it to the hiking buddies blog if you want to be a buddy or need a buddy! 

all skill levels welcome - group hikes encouraged - please be 18 yrs or older

This will be the last of the hiking spam - i promise

I apologize, I know I’ve been posting selfies a lot more lately. I promise this is the last one X’);;

I just, I was looking at some old photos and- I REALLY love this one in particular? Like, I was genuinely happy when I took this (and you can see this was a while back since my bangs are still here and my hair was still long LOL).

I just- really liked it and thought I’d share it?? 

canon full of prompts...

A bit ago I hit a pretty awesome follower number, but was too busy writing 7 minutes to do anything fun to say thanks and celebrate it. The last time I celebrated a milestone I did all those fun AU prompts (one of which spawned 7 minutes!) and had SO MUCH FUN! I do promise to continue a few more of those, but I need a break from AU writing for a little bit (and from MC’s). So, here’s what I was thinking…

I am now accepting CANON one-shot cs ff prompts, anything you can think of, send it in. 

I do, however, have a few guidelines to make this easier on me:

1 - Okay to send: Canon Divergence, Missing Scene, Extended Scene, S5 Speculation, Scene Re-Write, Future Fic, Captain Cobra

2 - Smut requests are fine, but definitely let me know if you DON’T want smut/smuff.

3 - Keep in mind that these are one-shots, so something like “Cursed Killian S1″ might be a bit too involved for a one-shot. (Plus, there’s a ton of fics already written that are awesome for that prompt)

4 - Make sure you are clear with your prompt as to what season/scene you are referring to (the more detailed the better).

OK, that’s the plan. Anyone wanna play? Drop your prompts in my ASK and I’ll start working on them in the next week (after my move this weekend). If I get too many, I’ll post again to let everyone know. :)

But, just wanted to say, THANK YOU for following me and for being a part of this little corner of the fandom I call home. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it! If you’ve never chatted with me, don’t be afraid to send something in, I don’t bite! (not usually, anyway)

Free Art Sticker Event !

(Only on instagram @will1005)

That’s right. It is about that time. Like I promised last month, I am giving out the free high quality art print/stickers of one of my recent works, Flamingo in Motion.

Here is the deal. First five people to tag 7 friends each on this post’s comment, will get 7 of this sticker mailed to you! Good luck!

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Halfway Ch. 17: The Miners’ Festival (Again)

Holyyyy crap this is the last real chapter. I’m so excited to post it but also so sad - I’ve really loved writing this and especially hearing all your reactions to it. You’ve all brightened my days with your likes and reblogs and tags and messages and I’m just so appreciative I could explode with fluffy joy. I’ll post an epilogue within the next week, but until then, here’s the end of this story:

Read on AO3.

[Ch. 1]  [Ch. 2]  [Ch. 3]  [Ch. 4]  [Ch. 5]  [Ch. 6]  [Ch. 7]  [Ch. 8]  [Ch. 9]  [Ch. 10]  [Ch. 11]  [Ch. 12]  [Ch. 13]  [Ch. 14]  [Ch. 15]  [Ch. 16]

The knocking would not stop.

And Pete would not quit barking.

Emma was going to have to get out of bed and answer whatever idiot thought it was a swell idea to drop by unannounced this early in the morning the day after an exhausting day in court with one of the foster kids she advocated for.

She may not exactly have a paying job at this particular moment in time, but she still had plenty of responsibilities and commitments and damn it, she deserved to sleep in on days she actually had the chance.

That, apparently, was not today.

She grumbled, rolling to Killian’s side of the bed to estimate what time it was without the pesky necessity of actually opening her eyes. Still warm. It couldn’t be any later than 7:15 and it was Saturday and who the fuck was that rude?

“Knock, knock, little princess! You know very well I have a key and could just bust in if I really wanted to, so please put on your big girl panties and answer your fucking door!”

Jasmine. Of course.

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anonymous asked:

Don't you think Naruto neglecting his family conflicts with his proposal to Hinata?

This shit right here is hilarious, no wonder I left it unanswered for who knows how long.

How the fuck can you take his proposal literally? These guys are ninjas and they go on missions for weeks, maybe even months. The literal part falls flat right there.

What Naruto offers to Hinata is his undying loyalty to her. That he’ll stay faithful to her and only to her until his last breath, for every day he lives, she will be “the one” to him. 

If you look at Hinata’s recent movie bio, it states she has full faith in her husband. Why? Because they made a promise. He’s bounded her forever and ever. 

Twenty Two

(Alright guys, kind of a short one, but better stuff to come once work slows down, I promise! Plus I got side tracked by that steamy Bam fic… that was really fun to write lol!)

Matt spent the night with her… again… and in the morning he helped her pack up all her things. He was practically prancing around the room, grabbing clothes and haphazardly throwing them in her bag. All while chatting away about some new gun he wanted to buy. She was in the bathroom packing up all her toiletries and putting on the last few touches of makeup when he ran up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“JEEZ Matt you almost made me poke my eye out with the mascara.”
“You don’t need it anyway.”
“Oh pfft. Stoppit. What’s gotten into you anyway?! You’re jumping around here like…. like a little show pony,” she cracked up at her own joke.
“What? I can’t be happy that you’re coming home with me?”

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  • Im just going to say this right now. I LOVE FNAF WAY TO MUCH. Everyone is leaving the fandom now that the game is over, but I made a promise, I promised myself I would not leave the fandom. And im keeping that promise, I dont care if Im the last one in the fandom. I. AM. STAYING. I love the game to death, and I was in this fandom when it first started, I literally joined 2 weeks after is came out, those where the days when there was almost no one in the fandom. And it made me the happiest person to be in it at that time, and the game still manages to have that charm that I always loved. Some people may think its boring, some people will hate on scott because its popular, some people will call me stupid for likeing the game. I dont care, im staying.
TGS Fans and Harry Potter Fans Alike!

Alright kiddos, listen up I got something that may be of interest to y'all. Some of y'all may remember a while back when some of the tgs cast and crew did a live hangouts for the end of our second campaign. Since we’re deep in post-production and updates are coming in slower as we start to finish up the film (and it’s been agggges since our last live hangout) how does another one sound?
Nothing is definite yet, I don’t even know who’ll exactly will be available to join the hangouts, but I can promise it’ll be lots of fun. Y'all can ask any burning questions you’ve been holding onto or just hangout with us and have a blast.
Last time the live hangouts was centered around the indiegogo campaign, but this time it’ll be all about us (cast, crew, and fans alike) and the film we’re all excited to see. Not to mention Harry Potter stuff in general, it’s gonna be a total need out.
So what would you like to see in a live hangouts from us? I’d love to hear y'all’s responses so we can create an experience that will not disappoint. The day of the live hangouts is not yet set, just know it’ll be somewhere mid-August (is there a specific day you want the hangouts to go down on? lemme know so the date can work for everyone!) Can’t wait to hear back, this is gonna be one hell of a hangouts.
I’ll update this post whenever I have more concrete information on the hangouts.

      But Darling I’m a Mess
                     a willet playlist  (art credit: x x x x x x )

It’s called I’m super duper late with livyloumilou​‘s birthday present, considering her was last week and I totally owe her one. Unfortunately, while I had planned on writing something, I decided against it because I have restarted it 6 different times and, for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to write it. 

So, a Willet playlist was born! I really hope you like it Livy because you’re a pretty wonderful person and I don’t know how much I really deserve a friend like you. 

 Darling I’m a Mess - Sabrina Carpenter || Everybody - Ingrid Michaelson || Our Song - Matchbox 20 || Never Gonna Leave You - Us the Duo || Your Love’s Like - Sabrina Carpenter || Arms - Christina Perri || Fine By Me - Andy Grammer || I Choose You - Sara Bareilles || I Do - Colbie Caillat || Ever Enough - A Rocket to the Moon || Taking Chances - Celine Dion || Rhythm of Love  - Plain White T’s || Two Pieces - Demi Lovato || Everything - Michael Buble || I Will Wait For You - Us the Duo

                                                                          Listen Here

▶▶▶ forever starter call;;

so yeah wew (/o-o)/
joining the mainstream or whatevs

like okay i go into people’s asks and ask for starters S U R E, but sometimes i want to just tag people in random shit when i’m punk is in the mood. so basically by liking this you’re agreeing to;

  • let me live in your ask box
  • tag you in random stuff
  • interact with you ooc
  • spoil punk
  • mostly the last one
  • i’m sorry

make that heart red and i promise you won’t be disappointed!!! <3333
x ski ❤

anonymous asked:

Do you think that, as a ship asexual!Warden/Zevran would work? It's been lurking in my head for my next Origins playthrough.

Ooh, good question!

[ah, damn, I meant to play the rest on Sunday but then I got invited to a bachelorette/bachelor party at the last minute and that was basically my whole Sunday (it was great) and I also promised to do this last week already so uh, half of this is based on what I’ve heard or read somewhere, and not first hand experience. :/]

My general attitude to these things is that it depends on the player character, and canon, AND how much one is willing to headcanon. xD Sometimes romances that you wouldn’t think would work for an asexual PC may require surprisingly little headcanoning (Dorian, for example, at least in my experience).

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With A Thousand Faces

And you could wake up with a thousand books,

a thousand faces,
souls,
blatantly keeping you company even while you sleep.


But there’s nothing like a warm body that’s got a more intensive purpose than being a warm body

Books may never leave,


but they aren’t a pair of eyes that are known to stare at your bare back while sleeping.


And they don’t have a mouth to whisper nor scream at you when you’ve got yourself too blundered in your own complexities,

maybe kisses even apply,

though I can’t pinpoint the last time I received one with divine promise.

I guess it’s good they never leave