it is so lovely inside and out

anonymous asked:

Headcannon: alex just can't control herself so she always cums before maggie, she tries but maggie keeps saying naughty things and she's is like "maggie I am trying sO HARD can u please chill omg"

Maggie is constantly dirty-talking Alex.

Like. Constantly.

Telling her how much she loves the way she moves, how much she loves when Alex screams for her like that, telling her to spread her legs if she wants to be fucked as hard as she looks like she does, telling her she wants to watch her back arch as she disappears inside her, telling her to be a good girl and touch herself for her, making sure she knows how wet she’s making her, how much she loves stretching her out, how fucking good she tastes, how she wants to watch her face while she cums so hard just for her…

That escalated quickly.

I’m… sorry?

anonymous asked:

I just say that post you made so now I'm thinking about Philip and lukas getting flustered around each other and im loving it do you think you can do some headcannons or something?

yes!!! im so here for this!!!

so basically

  • neither boy is ever gonna admit when theyre flustered. theyre young adults, about to go off into the world, they will not turn to butterflies and feelings because someone-aka their boyfriend-is adorable
  • but then philip has these things he does. especially the lip thing. he presses his lips together when he’s thinking, and it turns lukas to mush. he doesnt know why. but philip does it and all of a sudden his stomach is turning inside out.
  • god forbid philip try and speak to him. if he does, lukas is so star struck he kinda just gapes back at philip. like oh my god my boyfriend is so fuckin adorable i dont know what to do
  • he loves philips mouth. i mean, obviously he loves his whole face, but he loves his lips. he likes to run his thumb across them and take them between his teeth. 
  • this makes philip freak. the minute lukas’ teeth close around his bottom lip he feels like a child again, nervous, about to have his first kiss. he basically melts in lukas’ hands, and lukas knows it. 
  • theres a lot of back and forth, each knowing what sets the other off, and trying to look innocent as they do it.
  • the things lukas does that makes the butterflies in philips stomach go into a frenzy: dip his fingers beneath Philips shirt and run them across his hip when theyre kissing. tip his head back when he laughs. bite his lip. tap a pencil against his lip when hes focusing (philip just sits there watching him like are you frickin kidding me dude)
  • really, though, its philip that causes the problems. hes the one that hums tunelessly, the one who presses his lips together, the one that hooks his fingers through lukas’ belt loops, the one that tips his head against Lukas’ shoulder when hes tired
  • all control lukas has just. goes away. when philip does any of that.
  • hes no longer a suave almost-man who knows how to handle himself. hes just a 13 year old boy with a crush, and hes so flustered and nervous his cheeks go pink.
  • philip loves when they do that. he really loves it. 
  • lukas tries to hide it, but philip always sees, because philip is always paying attention.
  • each has the ability to turn the other to mush. and they wield that power with a strong hand. 
  • translation: both boys are a flustered mess around each other 85% of the time. 
  • nah lets be real 99% of the time
The Signs and What III:

Aries: Something you met on a bright spring day. Something nobody else did.

Taurus: Something that could look kind were it not for the exposed bone.

Gemini: Something that sees its cancerous insides as a gift.

Cancer: Something that craves its own warped and fallow love.

Leo: Something suspended impossibly above you. It seems confused.

Virgo: Something that reached out to you so so closely.

Libra: Something unearthed. Something sluggish and bleary. For now.

Scorpio: Something new. Something with no name born of this web of modern things.

Ophiuchus: Something small. Something that sings. Something molded by unworthy hands.

Sagittarius: Something at the table across from you. Something struggling with an unseen force.

Capricorn: Something that watches not with hunger or hatred, but with envy.

Aquarius: Something that wanted you to have a nice day. Something with a hide of thorns.

Pisces: Something striking and alien, but curious.

The other day I realised that the Norwegian version of the Pokémon theme makes very little sense and that it’s even worse when it’s directly translated back into English… So here’s… A treat…

I’m going out on an adventure now,
For I have received a calling
To catch some weird animals t
hat live inside a ball

Travel over land and beach
Out on a never ending hunt
Yes, Pokémon, see it’s possible
To use their power

Pokémon
Catch me and you

Cause that is what I must
Pokémon
You my best friend
On my earth I love them
Pokémon
I get so fed up
For the strength will show the way
You give me and I give you
Pokémon
Catching all, catching all now

tokyun  asked:

perhaps hair + hideyoshi for the drabbles?? ヽ(*´∀`)ノur writing is lovely btw!!

  • Hideyoshi + Hair (irresistible longing)

You’re in the kitchen helping prepare dessert when Lord Hideyoshi rolls in, a little buzzed from the evening, and puts his arm around your neck, kissing you on your hair. Soft and light. Lingering for a moment to breathe you in.

“Well,” he says, “that certainly turned out a lot better than we thought, didn’t it? The childhood friend turned lover, a new best friend, the beginning of a new life. How’d you get so lucky?” He grins at you, and it burrows deep inside the part of your heart that still belongs to him. You can’t help but grin back, warmth in your smile flooding outward, lighting up the room like it always does when you two come together.

You’re glad Inuchiyo isn’t here to overhear that comment. To have his brother-in-arms commiserate with his bride-to-be will be too much for him. He would turn sorrowful at what he sees as Hideyoshi’s loss, at Hideyoshi’s conviction that everyone else deserves better than himself, and that he, Inuchiyo, has been blessed in a way his friend will never experience.

But you don’t see it like that.

You understand it is in part Lord Hideyoshi’s way of being gracious, of congratulating you for fortune you both know is, yes, inevitable and hurtful to him, but also deeply beautiful. And if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re also flattered by Lord Hideyoshi’s attention, because it means that to him, you aren’t irrevocably damaged and off-limits; you are still esteemed in his eyes, someone in whom he can still trust and go to for encouragement and support.

He looks at you, and with his arm slung around you and fondness in every line of his face, he asks you through his smile and brightness and honeyed goodness whether you are still his friend. Because if he can not hold your heart, then he will gladly step aside for Inuchiyo. Even though it condemns him, it will not compare to the heartbreak he will have to bear if it means losing your friendship too.

The part of yourself that belongs to him, though small, and getting smaller day by day, aches on his behalf, in spite of the song your soul sings.

He wants to be friends still, even after everything that’s happened.

He kisses your hair again, locked in that moment, forever recorded in time by frayed strands of fate. And you feel every second of that silence, so warm and true and affectionate, pummelling into your heart with the knowledge that while you may not love this man, you love him for all the ways he has made you feel safe, comforted and valued through the years. For all the times you walked by when you weren’t with someone else, and he would reach out his hand and you would take it, and you’d both remain there, your hands in each other’s, Lord Hideyoshi twinkling down at you and you up at him, before finally letting go and moving on.

A rush of gratitude vibrates through your whole body, and you can not help but ask yourself, how are you so lucky? How have you ended up with everything you have? It’s a question you will always wonder about, but never find the answer to.

“Who can tell, milord?” you say, smiling at him with everything you are and handing him the first serving of castella. “We must all have a bit of luck on our side it seems.”

And from the hallway you hear Inuchiyo’s voice saying something, and then a blast of laughter bursts into the kitchen, curling itself around where you both stand, together in another life perhaps, but nothing more than companions here, in this moment, with his lips in your hair— letting slip an admission to you more truer than the stars shadowed in the night sky.

You let him. 

And then you absolve him. 

anonymous asked:

Has anyone else picked up on the graphic, sexual "fish morgue scene" in TPC? As in breaking the aquarium while making out/about to have sex. We already had this same situation with the "shed scene" in Glue. Could it be that in the end we'll find out there's more to Nick's book than meets the eye (regarding Ness)? Or are the writers just messing with us as an inside joke with hardcore fans? Or maybe it's just a coincidence? I still think Pepperwood has a bigger role to play.

Interesting. I love Pepperwood, so I’d love to see more of him and have TPC deal with Nick’s real feelings for Jess. 

anonymous asked:

It'd be interesting to see more sides to GS/HT really... I personally like to imagine GS actually being happy with HT like a normal kid. I like to think they secretly have the EXACT same sense of prankster humor - and they'd just hang out doing stuff and giggling to each other and have SO MANY inside jokes and their nicknames for each other changes every 5 seconds. This sounds like an extreme version of some parts of HT/JY except its with GS. G fcking S. So the undercurrent is different. :)

I’d love to see it too. They’re just not there yet and won’t be for some time. I absolutely agree, though: I like to think that they’re far more similar to each other than they realise. 

It’s my kind of wish that once they both grow up and stop taking life (and each other god) so seriously they actually just become best friends? Like, even if they’re not fucking or if they lose interest in each other – that’s fine. I just want them to have each other (and then maybe slowly fall in love and with the things that they know each other to be – or know what they can be in happiness and contentment). 

There’s a part in my fic Impulse that goes as follows: 

‘I just want things to go back to the way they were before.’

‘Before?’ said He Tian. ‘Before what? Before I kissed you? Before I touched you? There was no before in which this didn’t already exist, Guan Shan.’

So while I do love the idea of it, it’s also not going to erase everything we’ve seen them be so far. The foundations of their relationship have been built on what we’ve seen them be – and they’re not pleasant, and kind, and they’re pretty brutal as things go – so a happy future also doesn’t mean erasing a bit of a fucked up past. I guess we’d be doing them a discredit if we tried to pretend it was all hunky-dory (but the possibility of a 50/50 split is very appealing).

Galaxy jewelry

I noticed some micro/macro g/t lovers out there REALLY love the thought of giants being big enough to hold a planet, and… you know? Basically giants that are so HUGE that you can’t see them, and tinies that are so SMALL that you can’t see them

So like… have you ever seen jewelry that looks like a galaxy inside a pendant? Take a moment to imagine it’s a REAL galaxy?? Just a whole galaxy, with intelligent life, unaware that it’s worn by a giant?

I swear there was something like this in the “Men in Black” movie, i loved this, and now i wear a galaxy in a glass dome as a pendant, and I daydream about this a lot.
I am the gardian of that galaxy and I protect it. Fuck off.

Your eyes hold so much inside I wonder how many dreams you lose yourself in. It’s easy to love when you have no idea what love is. It’s easy to kiss when you have no idea how it feels to let go. You know I still miss you. There are times I can’t get myself out of bed, I keep losing inside my dreams which are of course like the color of your eyes. You know I still love you. There are times my tears scream louder than my words which are of course about you. I wonder in how many dreams you still lose yourself. Do you ever dream of me?

It had been such a nice day out that Valentine couldn’t keep locked up inside hers and Dorian’s home. So she decided to go for a walk to Diagon Alley. It had been ages since she’d done some shopping. As she made her way through the slightly crowded streets- Hogwarts being out meant that there were so many people miling about again -stopping short as a few kids raced in front of her and between the legs of others miling about. “It will be a cold day in hell before I decide to have a little monster of my own…”

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i swear tho if Lance does become the black paladin i want blue lion to like, give him away

like Lance will come to blue when he finds out that he has to pilot the black lion and he tries to go into blue but blue won’t let him in and he thinks ‘oh no she thinks i don’t love her anymore she’s rejecting me, just like everyone else has’ and

he hears this sad rumble in his mind and chest and a low soft voice echoes inside him that says “my silly pilot, you will always be welcomed back”

but Lance makes this broken noise and thinks “then why won’t you let me in?”

and blue lion whines small and deep “bc, dear cub, I’m afraid if you do, i will not be able to let you go”

then, with utter delicacy, blue lifts one paw and places it in front of lances chest and nudges him back

“find your leader and then come back. until then….”

and lance’s mortification and awe, blue bows her head to him. and the tears start streaming down his face, only able to stand there in complete silence.

“lead us to victory. black paladin.”

She, from head to toe, inside out, is made of love. She is gentle and kind, yet so full of courage and strength to fight for herself and those around her.
—  Lukas W. // The love in her
things i love about Shiro
  • wears New York Black™
  • the dad friend
  • that fresh fade
  • literally so beautiful, inside and out
  • soft and delicate
  • but like also terrifyingly adept at fighting 
  • just wants to help  
  • he is also just, so damn beefy like hot damn 
  • will not let Lance make dirty jokes
  • is A Dork™
  • “let’s take a break” “let’s break for now” “let’s break”
    *everyone sits down for 2 minutes* 
    “wHAT ARE YOU DOING WE CAN’T TAKE A BREAK!?”
  • sometimes he just  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • honestly probably needs a 5 hour hug
  • feels so responsible for everything all the time
  • the most bestest, most genuine person
  • when he smiles i am undone, my son
  • literally did nothing wrong
  • encourages everyone to do and be their best while struggling with his own self doubt 
  • *also side eyes people on the reg* 
  • this screenshot:  
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                                  “Okay, should we get some coffee? Sure. Where?”
Chandler and Monica walk over to the kitchen-counter and leave their keys. Then the other four pick out their keys and leave them as well. They all leave the apartment. Joey helps Chandler with the stroller in the hallway, while Monica and Rachel have their arms around each other. Everybody walks downstairs to Central Perk. The camera goes inside the apartment again, and it pans around. We see the keys on the counter, and the final shot is of the frame around the peephole. The screen fades to black. (Friends, 1994 – 2004)