is possible to be that hot

IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed the your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

anonymous asked:

Feyre

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Without Feyre and her journey from surviving and providing for her family in the woods to being High Lady of the Night Court and finding new family and realizing her old one wasn’t so bad, we wouldn’t have this fandom. She is the one that makes so many of these stories possible, that so many people identify with. Even if she doesn’t understand things, she doesn’t ever really close herself off from the possibility? Like in her relationship with Nesta. Clearly that was an antagonistic relationship in acotar, but by the end of acowar it was turning into such a nice mutual respect type thing. Like when Nesta knew that Feyre had taken off to help the Summer Court, without being asked, Nesta was like… oh. Ok, that’s the kind of person I want to be. And then Feyre learned to better understand that Nesta feels things that she can’t easily express, and so sometimes she does so inappropriately. But then when Feyre was willing to sell her soul to the Cauldron so that Nesta and Cassian could live and be together *cries*

(sorry these are turning into mini-rants slash meta things)

Put a fictional character in my ask (other fandoms ok too, if you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve read lately) (also I might take a while to respond to the rest because I really gotta work!)

anonymous asked:

Tumblr Mom, give me strength. My little sister is a spoiled brat who is screaming at our mother and making arrangements to run away from home and drop it out school. Idk, if she'll actually do it, but I can't talk to anyone I know about it and can't afford an emergency appointment with my therapist. Know any cheap, fruity drinks that are easy to make home (without a blender)? Possibly a few comforting words?

“Gives a long hug” 

Are we talking alcoholic drinks here? Because if so, vodka and orange juice or any other fruit juice is a quick and easy standby. If you don’t have vodka, any spirit will work. 

If alcohol is out of the question, some hot tea might help. Won’t fix things, but it is calming to prepare, and then go hide somewhere quiet and sip it and read something nice. 

I have seen A lot of pretty girls in Tumblr and they’re single!! 🚶🏽

Honey now days it’s possible to meet someone in the Internet and in the end you get married!

So if you shy or afraid to ask them🚶🏽 dm me and i will help you to meet them and start a relationship

DONT BE AFRAID!

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After enjoying as many spa treatments as possible…some of the ladies move to the hot tub outside. 

Teresa: Anyone know where Anitra is?

Nadine: Last I saw, she was getting a massage.

Madalyn: It was so nice of her to do this for us. 

Nadine: Yeah…I really needed it.

Teresa: Me too!

Madalyn: It’s almost time for Hollis to go to work so I’d better go. See you ladies another time.

Teresa pulls out her phone to check her social media account while Madalyn climbs out of the hot tub. 

Teresa: Bye Maddie!

shyorangebanana  asked:

Its empty apartment

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Anonymous asked: Please help me! I am looking for klaine fic about blaine alcoholic. I remember this scene where blaine was drunk and he was sleeping behind door of kurt room but i am not sure it was in dalton or college.

Empty Apartment by crissmera

Kurt finally makes to New York City, only problem is: He doesn’t know anybody and he must find an apartment as soon as possible. By coincidence he meets this guy at a coffee shop, Nick, whose band buddy, Blaine, is looking for a roommate. Kurt is definitely on board, though he doesn’t know that aside from messy and somewhat hot, Blaine is trouble indeed. But desperate times calls for desperate measures, so Kurt will have to learn how to deal with it, or better yet, how do deal with him. 28K WIP

Anyway my mom is getting ready for the worst on Thursday aka The Day Duterte Threatened To Enact Martial Law and the only two major roads between my workplace and my home are major hot spots for massive protests which are bound to happen on that day [EDSA which is the main road where the EDSA Revolution happened decades ago that ended Martial Law in the Philippines and Katipunan which has two extremely liberal anti-fascist anti-Martial Law schools and which leads to the most active social justice university in the entire country] 

So we’re all pretty scared and while I’m generally sure it’ll be fine I’m also not discounting the possibility I’ll get shot in transit if the police get as trigger happy as I know they tend to be or get stuck in the middle of a massive protest which could get violent 

So wish me luck lmao 

The Nestor Files

[Chapter One]

Chapter Two; On and Off

Mark wasn’t alone, but he felt like it. He might as well have been the only person in the room. Ethan was staring into space, possibly completely disassociated from reality. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead, his body still a bit wet from the downpour. Mark had gotten him new clothes, and he put them on, but Mark was pretty sure his shirt was on backwards and his pants inside out. Better than nothing, though.

He stirred the brown powder into the liquid, smelling and watching as it turned into a somewhat drinkable version of Hot Chocolate. He carried it, slowly and carefully over to his friend. He had a tendency to fill the cup almost completely to the brim, but always got confused when he just kept spilling.

His knees bent and slightly creaked as he sat, handing the white cup to Ethan. It read, dank meme master. Idiotic humor was his favorite humor. You could almost argue that that meant he was constantly laughing at himself.

“Thanks,” Ethan shivered, sipping from the cup. Mark clicked his tongue.

“How did you get out there,” he asked, trying not to stare. Ethan shrugged, not even shifting his glance. He was worried, maybe even a bit more than his friend. He didn’t remember getting up and going out there, and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t. He hadn’t been feeling like himself lately and couldn’t help but think this might have something to do with it.

He was loosing chunks of time, there were glitches in his videos (and he attempted fixing it many times, including getting new computers, but to no avail) and he was sicker even more and for even longer than he usually was.

AUTHORS NOTE

I hope this was ok! I was having mega writers block while writing this and had a hard time articulating. Thank you for enjoying TNF so far though, I really appreciate it.

- Peter

LISTEN UP YALL

scientists are saying we have about three years before all climate change effects are completely irreversible (meaning we are absolutely FUCKED). that’s just to avoid the worst of it (yes, all this shit with the fires and hurricanes is NOT the worst of it). so, i made a quick list of things people can do to start reducing their energy use and in turn, reducing greenhouse gas emissions and what not!

-line/hang dry clothing - dryers use so much energy as it is and switching to the actually makes your clothing last so much longer! aka less energy spent on manufacturing and shipping clothing.
-eat less meat - when i say this, it’s not specifically for the save the animals idea, but that is a huge bonus! factories that slaughter, process, and package meat use an insane amount of energy (another reason to switch to local as much as possible!!)
-use less hot water - wash clothes in cold water, take shorter showers (or cold ones if you can handle that)
-switch to reusable grocery bags
-efficient light bulbs
-carpool, walk, ride a bike, public transit
-unplug electronics not in use - don’t leave things charging for too long. unplug your tv when it’s not being used. 40% of an item’s energy use is spent when it’s on standby!!
-buy only what you need (look into minimalism guys, it’s real neat and saves money)
-recycle
-get a reusable water bottle instead of buying cases of plastic bottles - i bought one at walmart for 98 cents and i use it every single day.
-plant your own garden or start a community garden!
-composting
-maintain air in car tires for better gas mileage
-drive instead of taking airplanes
-buy used items if they’re in good condition - why spend $20 on a shirt that you can find at goodwill for $1? same goes for books, CDs, and pretty much anything! save money AND cut down on energy use!
-yall know that saying “reduce, reuse, recycle”
-most importantly: TALK TO PEOPLE ABOUT THIS ISSUE - i mean your friends, your family, your local government, everyone!!

these are all small things and it’s just a start but if we can get everyone in on habits like these, we could reduce the population’s carbon footprint by SO MUCH! we don’t wanna end up like that movie wall-e guys. this is serious!!

The News
  • Draco: Hey, Potter!
  • Harry: What do you want, Malfoy?
  • Draco: Have you heard the news?
  • Harry: ...what news?
  • Draco: *smirks* Figures. Well I just thought I ought to let you know. Poor Potter, always last to hear any piece of news concerning yourself.
  • Harry: *glares* Just tell me!
  • Draco: So eager! Very well. I'm bisexual.
  • Harry: ...
  • Harry: what
  • Harry: This is your news?
  • Harry: This is your news that concerns me?
  • Draco: *narrows eyes* Well I should hope that it does.
  • Harry: *examines Malfoy*
  • Harry: *considers*
  • Harry: Touché. Pick me up at eight.

i’m only super vaguely aware of it but the phenomenon of some overwatch players thinking junkrat is hot and everybody else completely losing their minds over it and frequently asserting how ugly junkrat is in response and distancing themselves as much as possible from people who think junkrat is hot is SO funny, i love it. sexy junkrat war. which side are you on…

The Gift

Summary: Daenerys was told she’d never have children, not until the sun rises in the weest and sets in the east, when the seas run dry and the mountains blow in the winds like leaves. So when she realises she has not bled in three months; all she can do is thank the reason why she is with child.

Rating: Explicit

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981115

Daenerys hadn’t seen Jon since arriving at Winterfell; more over since he found out his true heritage from his brother Bran and loyal friend Sam. It hadn’t bothered Daenerys that they were both related; for centuries the Targaryens and Valyrians before her inter-married to keep the magic within them strong; to keep the bond with the Dragons alive. But Jon; he’d become distant; not just from her, from everyone as he tried to process this information. If Daenerys was honest with herself; she was slightly angry at Rhaegar for causing all the pain he had. She couldn’t help but feel for both of the woman that fell for him and bore him children.

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Dean finding a picture of old Castiel, fem!Castiel, not knowing that this is Cas. And going on and on about her beauty.

“Holy shit Cas, who is this hot chick? Damnn.”

and the thing is, Dean would only be talking about her eyes. How blue they are, how he’s a sucker for blue eyes in general, how that beige coat just emphasises the BLUE in her eyes even more.

Dean writing an ode to the woman’s beauty, before Cas quietly says, “that’s me. Was me. This is my old vessel.”

Dean pausing immediately, “this is…you?” Because he realises that he basically spent the last 10 minutes describing, in excruciating detail, how hot his best friend is to his best friend.

Dean wanting to act casual about it and saying “Oh, man, great job. That’s a good vessel you picked. That’s. Um. Yeah. Good…good choice.”

Dean hastily adding, “Not that you, you know, did a bad job with your current vessel or anything. Jimmy’s great, like, in terms of, as in, body-wise. I mean, same blue eyes, right? Uh. And well-built, too. Sturdy. He’s, I mean you, you’re, you’re good looking now too. Um.”

Dean finally just blurting out “basically what I wanna say is that you’ve always been hot, cas.” before bolting the fuck out

Cas, still not having said anything other than the original clarification, just staring after him with confused comprehension, furrowed brow, squinty eyes, and a cocked head.

Sam accidentally witnessing this exchange and laughing till his stomach hurts.

who wouldn’t want to drink there