idk i'm really hot so i wanted to make something that looked cold

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!

Red Silks and Bedsheets

A/N: Had to slide thru real quick i’m sorry if this is bad I wrote it on my phone and had like no source of editing but my betas forgive me. I’ve been in a rut lately where I feel nothing but,,, you know,,, sadness and anxiety, and I haven’t had time to write lately because of it and I am so sorry. here is the horrible first chapter of red silks and bedsheets enjoy

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Angst, Slight humor, Slight horror, Mentions of smut 
Words: 1.2k
Prompt: You’d think that you’d hate the devil that’s been following you around your whole life. You never said you did, but you also never said you didn’t. Because it’s damn hard to hate someone like him, especially when he’s the reason of your Red Silk’s being torn and Bedsheet’s being ruined. Not that you minded, though.
AU: Demon

⚐= flashback
⚑= flashback end

Entering the cafe, the strong, yet sweet, smell of freshly brewed coffee with a hint of chocolate and the freshly baked pastries your grandmother would bake you on Sunday mornings hit your face with a cool breeze that you welcomed with open arms. Usually, you would come to this shop an hour before you had left for work just so you wouldn’t be late and have to put up with your manager screaming in your face with his horrid smelling breath. God, you hated him. You would’ve quit a long time ago, but the money made you stay. Along with the fact that there were no other open positions in the area.

The workers knew your order by heart and already had it prepared for you at the counter. Your daily orders were fairly simple, consisting of a Vanilla Frappe, two cookies, and a chocolate donut for the old lady that sat at the front desk. You seriously had no idea where you got the money to buy this every day.

Walking up to the counter, you took the twenty-dollar bill out of your pocket and handed it to the cashier lady, and then you saw him. You know you’ve seen him once or twice before. Someone with a face like his own simply can’t be forgotten under any circumstances. His sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, blonde hair, and to top it all off, he stood tall, his body skinny. To put it simply, he was far too handsome to be human.

The cashier snapped her fingers, successfully breaking you out of your trance with a giggle. “I know right, his name is Taehyung, and he’s so cute,” She winked at you and handed you the paper bag filled with your breakfast goods, along with your Frappe. You sent her a knowing look and smiled at her in thanks, dropping the change you received in the tip jar.

You then walked out of the cafe sipping on your drink with a smile. Your friends always asked why you always got Frappe’s instead of warm coffee and it made you really think about why you didn’t drink it all that much, which is why you tell them all of the time that you think it actually has flavor and tastes sweet. Turns out they didn’t care.

Wow, aren’t friends great?

As you approached your car, your phone rang in your pocket,

“Hump me, Fuck me, Daddy betta make me choke-”

Judging by the ringtone, you knew it was your friend. So, with a calm exterior, seriously not caring about the judging looks you received from people passing by, you took your phone out of your pocket and slid the green button across the screen, answering her call.

“Nayeon,” You sighed in greeting. You could practically hear the eye-roll and internal middle finger she gave you from over the phone, but, deciding to not call you out on it, she answered back nonetheless. You entered the car after unlocking it with the key, closed the door, and leaned back into the seat, closing your eyes.

“You know, you’re going to get enough of disrespecting me,” Nayeon replied with a scoff.

“What do you want?” You said in mock boredom. An uneasy feeling began to creep up your spine at the passing seconds, the feeling of being watched from all angles beginning to creep you out. However, you were used to it, so the feeling quickly went away. From your baby days to now, strange things have been happening to you. You always saw things that others didn’t, your belongings would mysteriously be moved from the previous position you had left them in, and not to mention the callings of your name at 2AM or the weird feeling of being watched as you slept.

Your grandmother knew what you were going through, she knew what was happening to you, or what was going to happen to you, and the more she tried to explain it to your parents and family members, the more she got called names and called crazy. So, instead of telling your parents, she explained it to you in the form of bedtime stories that contained tales of little monsters and a little girl and talking puppies. You didn’t understand them as a child, and you still didn’t understand them as an adult.

“Are you listening to me?!” Nayeon screeched through the phone, startling you out of your skin. Jumping slightly, you sat up and opened your eyes with another sigh,

“Not really, what were you saying?”

“I said, I need you to look out of your window,” There was a drastic change in Nayeon’s normally chirpy voice, now sounding dead and stoic. You asked her to repeat her previous statement, fear rising in your stomach.

“Look out of the window, Y/N,” She was really starting to scare you now, “I can see you, he can see you, your time is yet to come, Y/N,”

You didn’t feel like hearing her rambles any longer, so you hung up the phone, and pushed the button next to your steering wheel, starting the car, and hurried out of the parking lot after adjusting the stick. You decided to ignore her demand to look out of the window beside you, deciding to stare straight ahead, in fear of something happening.

You didn’t know at the time, but, the decision you made saved your life.

Your eyes snapped open and you woke up with a start. Your body was hot and sweaty under the thick comforter of your bedroom, although you remember setting your AC to 69 it was as hot as balls under the blanket. You would’ve kicked it off, but your body was frozen in fear, unable to move at all. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t move. You were starting to panic.

You felt eyes watching you at every angle possible as if someone was staring at you dead in the face right in front of you.

“Y/N,” You heard a voice as smooth as silk coo your name from the right side of the room, “Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Yeah. Okay.

The red silk robe that you wore to bed clung to your skin. The knot you tied tight around your waist was beginning to untangle itself, and once the knot ceased to exist, the two silk ribbons of the robe slid off of your body and onto the sheets.

You were losing your goddamn mind.

You wanted to scream for help, but your mouth was shut tight like your lips were sewn together. The white comforter began to slide along your skin, taking the warmth along with it. The rush of cool air you felt against your skin sickened you to your stomach but scared you to bits nonetheless.

A figure appeared at the foot of your bed, whispering your name with an unidentifiable look on its face.

Y/N,” It whispered, reaching out to grab your foot. You began to sob, your heart rate speeding up by the second. The hand felt cold and a bit sticky against your foot, but then the hand clenched around your foot, almost breaking it.

It then began to crawl over your bed, stopping when its face hovered over yours. Its face was pitch black dark so you couldn’t see anything at all, not even the movement of its lips when it spoke,

“Are you scared?”

Wasn’t it obvious?

Just as the figure’s hand clamped tight over your face, the heat emitting from his hand starting to become too much, a voice spoke up from the corner of your room:

“Taehyung, stop, that’s enough,”

You tried to scream, move, do something. But it had control over your whole being, and the heat made you feel like your skin was physically melting.

And then you blacked out.

Title: burn me, love me
Summary: how can i summary a smut galore
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. 
Prompts: apron, a game of cat and mouse, travels, celebration, welcome home, eyes, cowgirl, virgin, wedding night, hot springs, dirty little secret, lotr, tied up, take it slow, phone calls, in the office, no shame, dominance, anata (dear), jutsu creativity, early mornings, glowing, making a salad.
Warning(s): Heavy smut ahead, though it isn’t always explicit. Some of it is just implied, though not a whole lot.
Comments: Idk I really wanted to do every prompt for this month but I didn’t have the inspiration or time to make a complete story for all of the ones left, so I decided why not pull off tiny drabbles about each of them where I just can start right in the thick of it if I want to?


The warmth on her back isn’t something she expects when she turns around, shoulders slumped in defeat. He had seemed so oblivious, so sleepy in her attempts to get him to notice her lack of attire, but with his hard length digging into the small of her back, she knows now that he had only played pretend. Her breath catches in her throat when his hand runs roughly over her stomach, the burn of desire buzzing through her veins with enough force to have her pushing back against him.


“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice, Sakura?” he whispers hotly, lips brushing against her ear as he trails his fingers heatedly along the apex of her thighs, and into a thatch of soft curls. He cups her heat, and she stiffens, arching against him with the softest moan.

“You wouldn’t react,” she gasps, biting onto her lip. “No matter what I did, you never seemed to realize I was only wearing—”

“I did,” he growls, pushing his arousal against her naked warmth. Hand leaving the space between her thighs, he vehemently coaxes her into bending over the smooth surface of their kitchen counter. She feels him fumbling with the opening of his pants, and shudders in anticipation, burying her face in her arms as he wetly kisses the back of her neck and murmurs gruffly, “I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

She doesn’t have the breath to say anything more, as she feels him push inside her with insistent force, his lone hand grasping on the material of her thin apron as he bucked harshly against her ass, building up a quick, ruthless rhythm.


a game of cat and mouse

“All day…” she mumbled, burying thin fingers in his hair as she rolled her hips onto his hard, biting onto her lip. “All day you’ve been teasing me…” She gripped him tighter, rising and falling against him a little faster, trembling. “Finding me everywhere. Touching me… Kissing me… Working me up…” Sakura kissed him, raking her nails over his scalp with enough force to have him groaning. “And still,” she panted, picking up the pace of her thrusts and riding him harder, quicker. “Still, you make me do all the work…”

A wicked smirk twitched at his lips, and she felt her heart stutter, throat growing tight as he squeezed the flesh of her ass and gave a rough upward thrust, sending a sharp cry tumbling out of her lips. Her face fell in the crook of his neck when he sharply drove into her again, fingers twisting in his dark locks as he hummed against her ear and whispered huskily, “You’re right. I guess it would only be fair to help you out, then…”


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To be honest, it’s kind of embarrassing how long it takes Kenma to notice.

Of course, he’s known Kuroo for forever. He’s seen him as a baby, seen him cry when he was attacked by a pigeon, seen him with cake smeared all over his face because he fell asleep at his eighth birthday party, seen him vow to boycott Disney after Bambi’s mother had died.

That sort of thing is pretty hard to be attracted to.

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deancas au; 1,3k

Winter and glasses don’t mix. Unfortunately, it seems no one informed Cas’s ophthalmologist about it and she remains convinced that glasses and winter do, in fact, mix. More than that, in Cas’s case, they have to—unless he wants his sight to degrade even further than it already has due to two decades of neglect.

And so there he is now, freezing his nose off on the steel frames. He should have listened to Anna when she recommended the thick, plastic ones. They just didn’t seem very practical at the time, and now that’s just another regret.

At least, it stopped snowing.

The bright side of wearing glasses, of course—winter or not—is that Cas can now read the bus timetable without having to, figuratively, press his nose to it. He can even see the number of the incoming bus from the very crossroads and consequently spare himself the guessing and getting to the door last.

He really should have gotten glasses sooner.

Cas gathers his bags off the bench and moves towards the middle entrance. As soon as the door opens he steps into the warmth of the crowded vehicle. The puff of heated air envelops his face and—

The world goes white.

All of it.

Well, almost all of it; there are still colors and movement on the periphery of his vision. The entire center field is obscured by dense, white fog.

He stops in his tracks, shifts all heavy bags into one hand to free the other but the incoming passengers keep pushing him forward. Blinded, he attempts to move toward the rear end of the bus without stumbling. There’s too much hustle to try wiping the steam off the glasses now; with half a dozen shoulders pressing on him from all sides, he can’t even lift the freed hand.

The jam loosens, slightly, when the doors close and Cas manages to find a little safe footing. He reaches to the glasses but the tips of his fingers can barely brush the frames when the bus starts and the yank sends Cas tumbling forward.

He shoots his free hand up in a futile attempt to grab a strap and collides into someone’s chest. A strong scent of cologne fills him up as his nose sinks into the man’s collar. An arm wraps around Cas on instinct. The man stills them both easily.

“Got you,” a low voice purrs above his ear.

A hot blush creeps up Cas’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, trying to pull away.

The steam covering his glasses begins to recede around the edges, but still not enough to make out the face in front of him.

“S’fine,” the man says, loosening his hold, but doesn’t let go entirely until Cas finds the strap over his head. “Let me help ya, buddy.”

He gently pulls the glasses off Cas’s nose before Cas can protest. He starts wiping them with a handkerchief in his other hand, elbow locked around a pole. His eyes are trained on his own working fingers, the corners of his lips are raised in a tiny smirk. He must be around Cas’s age, maybe a couple years younger, and, Dear God, even without the glasses Cas can tell he’s beautiful.

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sickasallhell  asked:

Ok so first off, I need to tell you how much I fucking LOVE you. I went on your blog a little while ago to send you an ask, and then I got distracted rereading some of your fics, and then I discovered that you're the author of "Difficult," a.k.a one of my FAVORITE SICKFICS (AND FICS IN GENERAL) OF /ALL FUCKING TIME/ AND HOLY SHIT, NOW I'M TWICE AS STARSTRUCK, LOL. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I'VE REREAD THAT FIC, AND IT'S JUST AS AMAZING EVERY TIME. YOU ARE SUCH AN INSPIRATION. (1/2)

(2/2) “SHIT. I FORGOT TO SEND MY LAST ASK ON ANON. Welp. Now you know who your big, awkward fan is, lol. Hi. So anyway, what I initially meant to ask: How would you feel about doing an angsty thing where Keith is really overwhelmed by Shiro being MIA, all the pressure of trying to lead Voltron, and the whole Galra thing, and stresses out so much that he has nightmares, stops sleeping, and gets so run down and sick that he’s vomiting and delirious and everyone freaks out? Idk. Sorry if this sucks. >_<;;” 

i’m so flattered i’m blushing so hard omg! thank you so much, i’m so happy to hear how much you enjoy my writing! 

here’s a little minific for you!

[send me a prompt!]

Keith has no idea what he’s doing.

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anonymous asked:

Omg your blog is sooo amazing!! I wanted to request something if that's alright with ya. I would love headcanons of Deku, Kacchan, Shouto (separately) for their s/o being used to extreme weather? Like tbh I can wear a hoodie and jeans in like super hot weather or shorts and a tshirt in super cold weather. Idk how or why. But I hope I'm not the only one who feels this way ^^'

Oh sweetie!!
Thank you so much!! >/////Of course it’s alright!! You have the askbox open if you want to request something more :)
Don’t worry. In my family that’s the normal thing. It give me a little bit of envy to see my sister in winter with shorts and trank xD (Because I’m like a burrito of blankets xD)
I really hope you like it ^^


  • At first, he will freaking out because of that. Maybe it’s a very cold morning and you go out to train with just one tank. Be sure he will lend you his jacket.
  • As for extreme heat, seeing you covered with so many layers of clothing would start to overwhelm him. And he would chase you with a bottle of water so you don’t dehydrate.
  • No matter how long you go out, it will always take him by surprise. And you’ll find him adorable.


  • He would look at you as if you had grown a second head. He would even begin to question your sanity.
  • After a while, he would ignore the fact, at least until you began to make jokes. “Are you cold, Kacchan?” “Shit, shut up!”
  • Make sure he will end up giving it to you in one way or another.


  • He would find it odd at first, he would even ask you again for your quirk  to make sure it isn’t anything related to extreme weather.
  • But then he would find it normal and would not give too much importance. In fact, he would find it very useful, since he could be close to you using his quirk, but without paying so much attention to the intensity.
  • That doesn’t mean that he is a carefree, since he would continue having his attitude of gentleman, lending you his jacket if he notices that the time is very low.

anonymous asked:

You accidentally chained your bike to mine and I can’t leave until you get back au percabeth please

A/N: Sorry that it’s so short, but hope you enjoy! This is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine! Title Credits to Passenger.

This is celebrating 800 followers on this blog (even though we’re three short, I’m celebrating preemptively). You guys are incredible :)


Annabeth swears that when she finds the moron that did this, she’s going to punch him in the face. It’s probably the best scenario for him if she’s being honest, considering she’s already cursed his firstborn child to twenty-five years of bad luck and imagined about thirty different ways to murder him. She even knows where she’d hide the body.

(There’s a river nearby and she’d be lying if the thought didn’t cross her mind…)

Her breath comes in puffs around her and every time it does it makes her angry because, oh, it’s ten o’clock at night and hardly forty-five degrees and some asshole chained his bike to hers.

She kicks at the chain with her boot uselessly, cringing in pain as her already frozen toes sting upon impact. Her teeth chatter and she wrings her hands inside her hoodie pocket, wishing more than anything that she had worn a proper jacket or a hat or mittens or something to help her conceal the little body heat she has remaining. She’s probably near hypothermic. She’s probably near death.

She swears that if she dies she will come back to earth as a ghost and haunt this guy’s soul for the rest of eternity.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Ygritte liked Jon more? It seems like she did to me and it kind of makes me a little mad cause he didn't treat her very well. Like she put all of her trust in him and he betrayed that without too much hesitation(even though it was kind of life or death at that point but still), and I just feel like she would never do that to him. Idk I still love them ofc but I wish he would have shown a little more that he loved her, even though he's not as vocal and stuff as she is!

No, I don’t think she liked Jon more. I understand why people could feel this way though but in my opinion they love each other in an equal way, just not the same way.

We know how commited and stubborn Ygritte is when it comes to the wildlings cause ; she’s ready to do anything for what she believes in and i think it’s the same thing when she truly loves someone. When Jon finally agreed to have sex with her, it was a deal sealed for her ; the proof that he wanted her as much as she wanted him (even though it all started way earlier when Jon took Ygritte captive ; she was considered “stolen” according to the wildling culture and it meant that she was his from this point, basically) (still she was waiting for him to demonstrate his desire for her though, until the cave scene it was like a platonic relationship because of Jon’s vows). Ygritte is the kind of person that you shouldn’t betray because when she gives something to you, whether it’s her heart or her beliefs, it’s like the whole thing - not just a bit, but the whole thing. I’m sure she thought about Jon not being as committed as her because of his statut of (ex-)brother of the Night’s Watch, but i think that she blinded herself because she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Jon betrayed her (how she would feel, what she would have to do) ; she wanted to “stay in the cave” forever, in a bubble of happiness. They’re naked at this moment and even though it’s obviously more practical to have sex, the cave scene is also a moment when they’re free of worries and their past, just free everything, free of being two young people in love laughing, kissing, and pushing each other in cold water.

Now about Jon : his heart belonged to the Night’s Watch until he met Ygritte. From this point, it was divided in two and you see his constant struggle in the book  whereas Ygritte can fully love Jon because there’s no such struggle - she lives for the wildling cause, Jon is a wildling, so there’s no problem. You don’t have the impression that Jon loves Ygritte as much as she loves him because Jon tries his best to not allow himself to do that. But deep down he can’t help loving her and that’s something you have to read between the lines (or just read in the book, actually) because he tries to not act this way to suffer less when he’ll have to leave (because he knows he’ll have to, at some point ; whether he succeed at escaping or whether he dies trying, he knows he can’t stay with her forever because that is not him). It’s the same thing with the other wildlings, actually ; he appreciates a lot of them and try not to care about them (which is quite impossible as Jon is someone who cares about stuff/people).

Ygritte would never betray Jon because there’s no reasons for her to do that. She doesn’t live in a lie like Jon does, she isn’t put in a situation where she has to pretend to be someone else. She’s herself, she’s free, which Jon can’t be, not really. I’ll just end this long message with some quotes which demonstrate Jon’s love for Ygritte :

  • If i could show her Winterfell… giver her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old golds watched over us.
  • (in the cave :) “I know I want you,” he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. […] “I love the smell of you,” he said. “I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats.” He kissed them, one and then the other.”
  • They shared the same sleeping skins every night, and he went to sleep with her head against his chest and her red hair tickling his chin. The smell of her had become a part of him. Her crooked teeth, the feel of her breast when he cupped it in his hand, the taste of her mouth … they were his joy and his despair.
  • When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn’t seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling … well, that stirred some things as well.

Also, keep in mind that leaving Ygritte was never an easy thing (I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow? ; Ygritte I’m sorry, I have to… ; You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted) and that Ygritte’s name appear in Jon’s chapters in A Dance With Dragons (so after her death) almost 30 times. I think that says it all !

anonymous asked:

I'm going to the nbhd concert like in 4 days. can u give me a concert guide? like clothing, meeting the band, what to bring, how to look, etc. (btw i have floor seats with no chairs)


clothing - black and white, layers in case it’s super hot inside/super cold outside, monochromatic is key

meeting the band - if you’re early, check around the venue if they’re chilling nearby or getting Starbucks or near their tour bus, after the concert, go to wherever they parked their bus and they’ll 90% for sure come out and sign/take photos!!!!

what to bring - camera, yourself, sharpie, anything you want them to sign, $$$ for merch, stuff you want to give them maybe

how to look - fierce and black and white and beautiful

most of their concerts are GA/floor so my advice is:

- go to the bathroom before they start letting people in, because once you leave your spot on the floor, you ain’t never coming back

- maintain solid footing and make sure you can breathe a bit - it gets super super tight and cramped during GA, so if it’s your first time don’t panic if there’s pushing or annoying girls who try to make their way to the front even though you’ve waited 5 hours in the desert sun to get to the barrier

- idk about other people, but my lower back starts to hurt if i stand for too long, so i kinda do some weird exercises on the spot, like twisting my torso or even touching my toes (this also allows you to make some room around yourself)

- once you get into the venue, AVOID THE TALL PEOPLE - even if there’s an awesome spot in the middle, go to the sides cause if there’s a tall person in your eyesight, then the whole show is pretty much ruined (sorry tall people, i mean no harm

- also avoid people with beanies/hats/tophats/toques

- in regards to last tip, try and wear comfy shoes as much as possible (closed-toe like converse) but if you can wear some type of heel on the shoe like some form of boot or something cause it really does help a lot

hope this helps!!!!!!

Happy +  Bedroom/house/living quarters + romantic headcanon ficlet, Stucky:

More often than not, Bucky’ll go back to their apartment when Steve’s on a mission.

He feels closer to Steve there, he’d told him. Surrounded by all the Ikea furniture they’d picked together and Steve’s art hanging on the walls.

Living in the Tower has its perks, sure, but sometimes they just need this, a place that’s just theirs. The coziness and warmth that come with smaller, quieter rooms. A smoke on the fire escape and the familiarity of their old neighborhood. It still welcomes them there. Like a hug, Bucky’d said. And Steve gets it.

So when the mission’s finally over and Nat confirms that’s where Bucky is, he’s not surprised, just heads there as soon as they land. Debriefing, a shower… they all can wait.

For now, all he wants is to get home. To Bucky. To that place where the rest of the world can’t reach them, solid walls guarding them, allowing them the fantasy of a simple, boring, domestic life. Boring sounds heavenly right now.

It wasn’t a particularly difficult mission—no force on Earth would’ve been able to stop Bucky from coming along if it had been—, but complications had arisen, and so Steve finds himself dragging his feet down the hallway, bone tired and covered in grime and sweat and blood that’s—mostly—not his.

It’s late, and Bucky’s probably asleep, so he lets himself inside as quietly as he can manage, and all but collapses onto the couch. He hasn’t even gotten out of his suit, feels sticky and hot and uncomfortable in it, but he can’t bring himself to move for the life of him.

All things considered, the headache isn’t really that bad. Nothing like the skull-piercing ones he used to get before; he never gets those now. This one feels… like something weighing down on him. As if gravity was suddenly stronger, or the air a lot thicker around him. The body’s way of demanding that he rests for a little while.

And he has every intention to do so, except he’s at that point where you’ve gone just too long without catching a break, past that state where you’d be able to fall asleep as soon as you hit any remotely horizontal surface, and into too-exhausted-to-sleep mode.

So he just lies there on the couch, too tired to move or think, just hoping it won’t take him too long to go full circle, hoping for sleep to find him and make the headache go away. The room tries to help, to cradle him and let the peacefulness seep into his bones, but a good 30 minutes go by and he’s still just as exhausted, head aching just as much, and twice as uncomfortable.

And then he momentarily forgets about everything, because the bedroom door opens, and that means Bucky’s awake, and just that is enough to put a smile on his face.

The footsteps draw closer, then stop, and Steve doesn’t even have the energy to open his eyes, but he hears the foot-tapping, the scoff, can just picture Bucky’s expression, and his smile gets wider.

“You’re back,” Bucky says in an accusing tone. “I told you to wake me up.”

Steve feels better already. “Hi, Buck.”

“Too tired to drag your sorry ass to bed?”

In an incredible display of willpower, he manages to crack an eye open and turn his head to look at Bucky. He’s only wearing a pair of black briefs, metal arm glistening in what little light comes through the window, like something out of a dream. His hair’s a fucking mess, and Steve loves it.

“Sorry. Didn’t wanna wake ya,” he explains. Bucky rolls eyes at him. “And… yeah.”


“Tired. As fuck,” he moves, trying to get comfortable, and his body kindly reminds him of everything that hurts. A groan falls from his lips.

“Fuck, Steve, please tell me that’s not your blood,” and he says it in a way that, more than worried, sounds like he’s ready to hurt Steve even further if the answer happens to be yes. Steve smiles some more.

“Nah, ‘m alright. Just tired”

“Not hurt?”

“Headache, ‘s all,” he assures him. Then: “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Because he can. Because it feels like home here, with Bucky standing at his feet, in a place they’d chosen together, and that’s something he’d stopped wishing for long ago. Because he’s too worn-out to have a filter anymore, and it’s true anyway.

Bucky snorts—but there’s a small blush creeping up there, Steve can see it even in this dim light—says: “Scoot over,” and gathers him in his arms. “Jesus, Rogers, you stink.”

But he wraps an arm around him anyway, let’s Steve rest his head on his chest, kisses his forehead. It must be terribly uncomfortable, to have Steve’s weight resting atop of him like this, still in his suit while Bucky’s practically naked, but he makes no mention of it.

Instead, he asks: “headache, huh?” and bring his metal arm up, rests it gently on his forehead, draws nonsensical patterns on Steve’s back with his other hand.

The relief is instantaneous. Steve lets out a long-drawn-out sigh, and moves just enough so he can give the cold metal a quick peck. Bucky might not feel it, but he still hums in appreciation, forever amazed that he can do any good with this arm at all. Steve’ll prove to him that he can for life if he has to.

“This helping?” Bucky asks. Still disbelieving. Still needing the reassurance. Steve kisses him again.

“Very much. Feels good, soothing. Thank you.”

And with that, with Bucky kissing the top of his head and their home keeping watch over them and Bucky’s rhythmic heartbeats acting like the world’s best sleeping spell, he finally dozes off.

Send me a symbol and a ship and I’ll write you a headcanon ficlet.

The Side of You the Camera Never Sees

Pairing: KuroTsukki
Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou
Summary: Tsukishima notices that Kuroo always has the same, cocky, smug expression on his face in every single picture he can find of him and so he decides to do something about it.

You know that cocky grin Kuroo has in literally every single piece of official art ever despite it being kind of out of character at times? Well I thought I’d write a thing on it. I may end up drawing some of this too because why the fuck not eh? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON KUROO’S BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT I’M AWFUL I’M SORRY ITS HERE NOW ENJOY

“Kuroo, you always make the same stupid face in literally every single picture.”

Tsukishima examined the the photographs sprawled out in front of him like he was investigating a crime scene.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing all this in secret, y’know without me?”

“Nah bro, I don’t think we’re even going to find anything what are you a model or something you are ridiculously photogenic. These are supposed to be EMBARRASSING birthday photos not good ones..”

“Tsukishima-san’s right you do often grin in the same way in pictures, even when it looks like it was taken without you realising.”

“What can I say? I really was born to be a model.”

Kuroo smirked causing a rupture of hysterical laughter from Bokuto and Tsukishima and a light chuckle from Akaashi and Kenma.


“You’ve just practised that weird grin since you were eight Kuro. Look at the pictures of him before that they’re hilarious.”

“They won’t find anything I’ve burnt every single one. Nothing remains-”

“Here look I still have one or two on my phone.”

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Rhythmic Gymnasts (currently competing) || Pros and Cons [requested by anonymous]

Some of the points below are generally known and obvious advantages and disadvantages of these gymnasts, but some represent only my personal opinion. I don’t claim to be 100 % right about it. If you’re new, I recommend you to watch their routines yourself and make conclusions on your own. Obviously, everyone has different preferences. And they don’t always fit the judges’ criteria of a perfect gymnast. Which is okay. Sad. But okay. And common.

I’ll start with gymnasts from Ukraine, as I think I have more knowledge about them and, obviously, I pay more attention to them than to gymnasts from other countries. I’ll try to analyze others too, but I can’t promise you to make the post soon.

Team Ukraine

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the-wednesday-tales  asked:

i hope your week has been better. and i'm here to drop some silly valentines aus this time for dean and cas :) Like dean forgetting about valentines day (bc apocalypses make you forget about holidays) and he goes out for burgers with cas and the waitress is some old lady who thinks they are the cutest thing, and dean is all ??? and cas is like 'i believe today is when human couples celebrate their romantic ties' and idk what happens after that but it ends with splitting pie and cute kisses <3

It’s been busy, but what else is new. LOL. Also, in my defense to everyone else, I received this the day after Valentine’s Day soooooo don’t judge me for posting this belatedly.

The hearts hanging up above the door mean nothing to Dean as he and Cas walk into the diner for dinner. Sam’s… doing something, sleeping? Research? Who knows? All Dean knows is that he’s starving, and since Cas is around, he dragged him along.

The cupid in the window next to their booth is annoying, but Dean pays it no attention as he looks at the menu. The rose in a glass on their table is pretty, but Dean shoves it to the side as he lays his menu out to decide on what he wants.

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anonymous asked:

do you have a headcanon for how connor and oliver spent their first valentine's day together? i'm assuming they celebrated it the same way they celebrate every holiday, which is through sex. also oliver doesn't really seem like he would care about v-day all that much, although i can't say why i think that.

I have lots of headcanons about how Coliver spent their first Valentine’s Day but I’ll just quickly share my favorite (bc the v-day ficlet I was planning won’t get posted today bc life is just awesome sometimes. boo.)

For weeks, Oliver keeps stressing how he doesn’t want to do anything and saying things like “Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday created the stimulate the economy.” Connor tries to protest but then they just get into a round-robin argument about ‘vapid consumerism’ and ‘exploiting people’s emotions’ and ‘capitalizing on love’ and Connor gives up. Personally, he doesn’t really care either way about the holiday. He’s never had anyone to celebrate with before and, if Oliver doesn’t want them to celebrate it, they don’t have to. 

But then they get a Valentine’s card in the mail from Oliver’s niece. It’s a Frozen valentine, one of the ones she probably passed out to her classmates in preschool, and reads “Hope You Have A Magical Valentine’s Day!” with Anna, Elsa, and Olaf all smiling. On the back, Oliver’s niece scribbled in red and pink crayon, over which Oliver’s sister-in-law wrote ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Uncle Oliver and Uncle Connor!’ 

Bullshit you hate Valentine’s Day, Connor thinks as he catches Oliver smiling softly as he reads the card and hangs it in a place of honor on the fridge. Connor listens as Oliver calls his niece to thank her for her lovely card and starts a little plotting. 

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CS + Post-“White Out” Snuggling

Emma can’t sleep. She’s anxious; anxious to be out of this bed; anxious because her parents are still fretting downstairs, despite Whale assuring them that the cold would wear off in a few hours (which was, as far as Emma was concerned, better spent in a cocoon of warm blankets instead of an unwelcoming hospital bed); anxious to remember what it was like to feel warm; anxious because a little worry line had taken up permanent residence on a certain pirate’s brow since she’d left that ice cave; and anxious because of how much she wants to smooth out that crease and see the agonized concern (for her, always for her) melt away from those blue eyes.

God, it still scares her, how much she wants.

A chill runs through her bones and Emma shivers and clutches the blanket tighter over her shoulders. The movement draws Killian’s gaze. He’s sitting on a chair nearby, one that couldn’t possibly be comfortable but of course the man is impossibly stubborn so he doesn’t complain. He does breath out a little frustrated sigh at her still being awake when she’d promised her family she’d get some rest—at least an hour.

“You should be sleeping, love.” He sounds so stern, and it brings the twitch of a smile to her face.

“Can’t,” she murmurs. There’s no time for sleep. She brushes some hair from her forehead with a cold palm and sits up. “There’s too much to do, Killian. Elsa needs our help. We have to—”

Bloody hell, Swan!” Now he stands, his jaw tight and eyes bright with anger—and fear. She remembers how broken his voice had sounded when he commanded her to Hold on, love and I’m coming for you and Don’t let go, Swan through a walkie talkie. And later, he’d clutched her to him as though afraid she’d melt away.

“You nearly froze to death,” he went on, sounding like he was trying very, very hard to be patient. “The town can wait. Lie down. Lie down.

She can’t help but huff indignantly at the command because her first reaction is to proclaim that she’s fine and she can certainly take care of herself, has been doing it her whole life, but the words die on her tongue at the look on his face…

She rests her head back down, raising her eyebrows at him.


He smiles tightly and sighs, mumbling something about stubbornness and being bloody impossible. He brushes back a bit of hair threatening to fall over her eye. When his hand lingers on her jaw, an unsettled frown pulls at his lips but Emma leans into his palm—it’s almost hot against her cold, icy skin.

There’s a part of her that wants to take that hand and shove it up underneath the thick fabric of her sweater so she could feel the heat of it everywhere. The thought alone makes her feel flush. Instead, she whispers, “Stay. Come lay with me.”

His eyebrow lifts up and he starts to smirk and, oh yes, there’s the pirate—the one who could make her stomach flutter with just one look. “If you wanted to be close to me, darling, no need for all this drama. Just ask, hm?

“Think I just did,” she replies evenly. To make her point, she shifts over, leaving him more than enough room to join her.

He considers her for half a second, scratching behind his ear the way he did in Neverland, and promptly removes his coat and throws it on the back of the chair. When he finally slides in next to her and she snuggles into his side and buries her face into the crook of his shoulder, she actually groans.

“Oh my God, Killian, you’re like an electric blanket.”

“Again, not sure what that is, but aye, my blood does run hot,” he says with a chuckle she feels rumbling from his chest.

She’ll warm up in no time, she knows, but just to be sure, she pressures every inch of her body is against his, paying no mind to his amused smile as she snuggles closer and tucks her lower leg between his. His body is all hard muscles, but the material of his vest is soft under her hands and it’s like the man is radiating heat. He leans forward and grabs the blanket with his hook to drape it over the both of them, and she thinks any excuse before letting out a deep contented sigh at the additional warmth over her back.

She breaths in the sea (it makes her think of his ship, his sacrifice, the home he gave up for her, and she wonders how much he misses it), and leather, and him. He puts his hand on her waist, keeping her close.

For a long time, neither speaks, until—

“You know, Swan, I can think of several pleasant ways for us to get you warm.” His voice is a low murmur in her ear.

“Yeah, I bet you could.” Her leg tightens around him, but when she rolls her eyes up to look into his, her breathy laugh catches in her throat. His darkened blue gaze is boring into her, and behind the mischief and want lingers remnants of his concern, and something so utterly tender it makes her heart tighten in her chest. She’s cold, so cold, but he’s looking at her like she’s the goddamned sun. She opens her mouth to say something, but it’s like she doesn’t need to. He sees her, understands her, as he always has (I’m actually quite perceptive, he’d reminded her). Instead of saying anything, she simply relaxes—really relaxes, letting all that anxiousness burn off.

It’s only moments later, when she’s drowsing off and he’s alternating between playing idly with the ends of her hair and rubbing circles on the skin of her hip with his thumb, that she realizes she’s stopped shivering. The cold is gone, replaced only by him and the warmth he gives her.

Warm and content, she sleeps.

anonymous asked:

can you please write more abby/raven sex in public? like i love the idea that raven cannot keep her hands off of abby so much also you're amazing

I sure can :) and thank you ❤ 

abby/raven; explicit. this takes place about a month or two post-finale.

“Here you go,” Raven slides up next to Abby and hands over a glass of –

She wrinkles her nose. “Monty’s newest batch?”

Raven gives her a knowing smirk, and Abby takes a very slow, careful sip, the alcohol burning its way down her throat. She shouldn’t be drinking this, shouldn’t be letting anyone drink it considering it’s illegal and she may not be the Chancellor anymore but she’s sure as hell still an adult.

Raven’s fingers ghost across her lower back, far too low to be anything near appropriate.

There’s a lot of things she shouldn’t be doing, these days.

Raven,” she warns from behind her glass, and breathes out as the soft sensation stops.

“I didn’t get to see you yesterday,” Raven says casually, and it makes Abby’s chest tight. Because of the hint of disappointment there, because of the way they’ve both come to expect the other’s presence. Because she missed Raven, too, even just for a day.

Abby lowers her cup, stops hiding her face, and looks at Raven for a long moment, all soft eyes and parted lips, and sometimes she thinks that they can’t be a secret, not with the way she looks at Raven.

Raven’s eyes dart between her own, and she takes the smallest step closer, angles her body to face Abby’s, and her fingers brush against the curve of Abby’s waist.

It can’t be a secret, not with the way Raven looks at her.

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A human au thorki fic, based on this prompt: ‘you found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life’ au from this post.

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Danny Castellano is My Whole Damn World

Wait, no, that wasn’t the name of the episode was it…?

Hmm. Well, it might as well have been because…look if I need to explain why then you clearly haven’t watched it. So go watch it, flail about a bit, die from squealing too much, resurrect yourself, drink some water (you’re probably dehydrated from all the drooling over Messina hng) and then read this. Ok? Alright then.

Also, most of this is either me swooning over Danny/Chris or flailing over Dandy sooooo….be warned!

Oh and about half way through I started calling everyone assholes so there’s that too. I think I still have too many feels or something. I can’t cope.

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