it only gets bigger

anonymous asked:

Ciao. Did you know that blue eyes get paler and paler with age? I've read it today and it's rather fascinating.

Oooh that is rather interesting. I just vaguely had the image of Victor Nikiforov learning this and freaking out bc not only is his forehead going to get bigger, his eyes are going to get paler.

Victor: *faints dramatically over computer* “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful”
Yuuri: “Even when we’re not young together I’ll still love you and think you’re beautiful.”
Victor: *KO’D*

Bruce as a grandpa

- You know with all his kids, legally his and those who are basically his, he is bound to have at least one grandchild if not more.

- Like he has retired from Batman and Tim and Damian basically took over all his duties at WE. Now he has all the free time.

- Also Alfred is totally a great-grandfather.

- Takes the time to spoil them. Not with material items but like games and treats.

- Selina is over often as well to hangout with the little rugrats.

- Finally gets the time to enjoy his family. He is super happy to see his kids getting treated the way they treated him all those years ago.

- The big dinning room table is in full use. There are high chairs and booster seats. Now instead of knives getting thrown it’s cheerios and vegetables that are to be watched for.

- Bruce loves to tell stories. Mainly of Superman or other League members’ embarrassing stories.

- Another wing of the manor has opened because as those kids grow, extra rooms are needed.

- Telling stories about his parents and stupid stuff all the kids did. (Bruce’s kids).

- The family members saying he needs to watch the kids for the night as an excuse to keep him out of the batcave. Old man still thinks he can keep up with thugs on the street. But at 60 plus he needs to take a break.

- When they are all over at once it’s complete and udder madness. The place is a mess, toys are everywhere, at least two blanket forts have been made, someone is still missing from hide and seek, and the Bruce is standing in the middle of this smiling because it’s his wonderful crazy family.

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How Disney GayDays quietly became a massive Pride event

  • In 1991, a group of queer friends decided to organize an unofficial “gay and lesbian day” at Walt Disney World, a day for a small gathering of the local LGBTQ community to come and visit the theme park together.
  • They picked a Saturday in June because it was one of the slowest days of the year, one current GaysDays official said. 
  • Now, more than 20 years later, the event has ballooned into a multi-day, massive Pride-month celebration with nearly 200,000 attendees and multiple locations. 
  • Organizers say it’s only going to keep getting bigger. Read more (6/5/17)
BTS reaction to their girlfriend falling asleep on their shoulder while watching a movie with all the members

Jin:
Jin would turn to talk to you about something going on in the movie to find you fast asleep on his shoulder. He smiled softly, wondering how you fell asleep with all the noise from the rest of the boys. He’d put his arm around you and held you close. “Guys, could you be a bit quieter? I don’t want her waking up.” Jin would ask softly.

Originally posted by teamoseokjin


Yoongi:
Yoongi himself would start getting sleepy through half the film. He would turn to you to ask you if you wanted to go up to bed with him only to find you asleep. He would chuckle a bit, then scoop you up in his arms. “We’re going to bed. Tell me how the movie ends.”

Originally posted by yoongles


Hobi:
He would think it was precious. Hobi would be squealing at parts of the movie he liked and tapping your shoulder to make sure you saw. When he didn’t get a reply he looked at you. Wiping the bit of drool from your mouth, he felt a bit bad for being so loud. He laid you down on his lap and kissed your forehead. “Night Night, jagi~. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning~.”

Originally posted by btsleepy


Namjoon:
He would be laughing and talking to everybody as the movie played. Namjoon looked down at you with a huge smile, only for it to get bigger when he saw you sleeping. He kisses your forehead softly and took you upstairs, tucking you in so that you would be away from all the noise. “I’ll be up to cuddle you soon, baby~. Sleep tight.”

Originally posted by baebsaes


Jimin:
Jimin would fall asleep with you. Since you were already asleep, he took you in his arms and cuddles you close. He would start to yawn then slowly close his eyes as your sleepiness rubbed off on him. Holding you tightly, he fell asleep with you. “Goodnight, princess…” he slept with all the noise around you fading away from both of you.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Taehyung:
He would also be pretty loud with Hoseok as the movie was being played. He would laugh loudly and clap his hands. He would feel you jump slightly at the sound of one of his claps. He glanced at you to find you fast asleep on his shoulder. Tae would quickly pull out his phone to take pictures and get the rest of the groups attention. Guys! Isn’t she so cute!?”

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v


Jungkook:
Jungkook would be super into the movie. He would be fully focused on it, until he felt your head slowly sliding forward off his shoulder. He’d look down to find you fast asleep, drool running down your chin. He’d giggle a bit, cover you up and cuddle you until the movie was boring. “You’re adorable, jagi!”

Originally posted by bottomkookie

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on what to do if you lose your joy and interest in writing when a writer was how you identified yourself?

(wry look) Life just pulled one of those cute things where I had three-quarters of a response written and I hit the wrong keys somehow and it all went away. Which tells me that this is important. So let me recreate it.

The best advice I’ve got for you right now is to lean back and wait, because normally the joy and interest will come back. Being a writer, and having enjoyed and been interested in it previously, isn’t something that goes away all that easily. The set of behaviors that make up being a writer are complex and difficult to ingrain… which is going to make the ability to do this kind of work difficult to lose even if you were trying to do so. So, first of all: take heart.

Now it has to be said that, human nature and psychology (and nature itself) being the cranky intransigent things they sometimes are, it may (paradoxically) be necessary for your recovery of your joy and interest in the work to completely surrender to the concept that you might actually have permanently lost it. I know this sounds counterintuitive, but the effectiveness of simply giving up is sometimes surprising.  There’s a saying attributed to Carl Jung, the father of the concept of Archetype as we now understand it, that goes like this: “What you resist, persists; and not only does it persist, but it gets bigger in size.” (There’s a good long article about this concept over here in Psychology Today: worth looking at. …Though I also have to say that the illo at the top is hilarious and perfect, because Kylo Ren should frankly be the poster child for the whole idea.)

My own experience suggests that there are times when as soon as you give up, the thing that’s been eluding you either collapses to the ground where you can just stroll over and reclaim it, or turns around and runs headlong into your arms. Frustrating, but what can you do? When the whole point is to get whatever it is back, the idea that it played you a little in the process will after the fact seem less of an issue.

Possible causes for what’s going on with you are worth touching on briefly. I’ve had occasion to post a number of times about something that C. S. Lewis codified in The Screwtape Letters as “the Law of Undulations”. Now as much as I love him, there would be a lot of things that Clive and I would disagree about, but this wouldn’t be one of them. I think he was really onto something. So take a look at that basic post, and then we can move on a bit.

With the Law in mind, while you’re working on what “giving up” might look like – assuming you need to go that far – here are some possibly similar situations and strategies to consider.

Some of the above situations come with suggestions of possible things you can do about them. But do not underestimate the power of simply waiting a while and not doing anything. It’s worth emphasizing that in our culture as it stands at the moment, there’s endless emphasis on immediately DOING THINGS to fix what ails you. Sometimes not doing anything is more effective – though to some people that’s going to sound heretical, and you’ll run the risk of being accused of laziness (not least by the back of your own mind, once it realizes you’re onto something that’s going to give you back control of the situation. The self-sabotaging wiliness of a subconscious about to lose its advantage can be a terrifying thing… but even that loses some of its terrors when your conscious mind suspects or knows what it’s up to.) Anyway, ignore that noise.

Give doing nothing a good long chance. Stoke up on your reading. Get caught up on TV and movies if that’s your thing. Do other work. Create something that isn’t writing. (Cooking’s good for this. I love being responsible for mighty successes or godawful failures in the kitchen and knowing that the critics at Kirkus and PW are not going to give the slightest damns about it.)

But tl:dr; Don’t despair: just kick back and wait. And see how it goes.

…And eventually let me know how you get on. :)  HTH.

*phew* …It turned into a painting hehe ^^’

Anyways it’s Alya as Volpina… It’s Volpalya!

Bonus:

How to learn foreign languages

Hello, guys!

I`ve said before I`m interested in foreign languages. I learn English and Italian only but I hope one day this list will get bigger. So, I wanted to share my experience in learning languages with you all.

At first. If you are not very organized (i am)  it will be good for you to find a school of foreign languages or a teacher.  As to me I prefer to study with a group. This way you can practice your speaking skills not only with your teacher but also with people whose knowledge is the same as yours. Better to study with people your age. So, my English group consists of three 16 year olds (I`m 16 too), Italian: 18 year old and 24 year old girls.  I feel myself okay with them all. 

Doesn`t matter if you have classes with teacher / group or learn language yourself you can use all of these tips to improve your skills.

To know any language well you have to be good at 4 things:


                              ○ Listening

                             ○ Speaking

                             ○ Reading

                             ○ Writing


Let`s talk about all of them.

Listening.  You need to listen and understand what you`re listening to. How to do this?

              • Watch films, tv shows, youtube videos, cartoons in the language you learn with subtitles. For example you start with subs in your native language, watch, listen, read subs and try to ‘connect’ them. When your skills will get better watch with subs in this language, to understand written text is easier than just speech. Also you will know how some words are pronounced.

              (I think everybody knows English speaking Youtubers or at least it`s not difficult to find them, what I can`t say about other languages. So I made two playlist of Italian and RussianYoutubers I like. Check it out if you learn one of them.)

              • Music. When 2 years ago I became interested in English I started with this. I was listening to the song while reading its lyrics in English, then in Russian, than in English and in Russian again. Repeat it hundreds of times. Or at least just listen to music in this language.

              • Audiobooks and podcasts.  You can just listen to them like podcasts or listen while you are reading (the same book of course). Almost the same thing like watching films with subtitles. You can find original book or adapted for your level.  

              • Exercises.  Buy a book or find on the internet listening exercises for your language and do it.

Speaking.  It`s quiet easy. Just speak.

              • With yourself, oh how many time I did it and heard that my friends had done it too. In the car, at home, etc. You can record it for the memory or to listen it later and find your own mistakes. It`s okay, if you are alone now, speak with yourself.

              • If you have a friend who learns the same language offer him/her to speak this language always or just sometimes.

              • If your lever is good start a channel on Youtube.  You will have to speak really a lot. There`s no other way, your speaking will get really better.

 

Reading.  

              • Learn lots of words. To know the language fluently you have to know many words.  So, develop your vocabulary.

              • Read and translate quotes, phrases and so on. It is not hard to open Tumblr/twitter/etc. and read some but it is helpful.  

              • Books, stories, fan fictions, blogs, etc. Just read a lot.

Writing. (spelling)

              • To improve your spelling just rewrite texts of your level. You can find more here.

              • Do lots of exercises. As I have already said you can buy a book or find them on the internet.

               so, i hope some of these tips i know will help ypu to achieve the success. 


(and i wanna thank my sister for being my ‘model’. follow her instagram!)

anonymous asked:

((bdjjbagem event)) With a quiet and slightly flustered demeanor; "Y- ... Your hair. Its so. Long. I mean- That is to say that ... It. It looks nice." Averts gaze and hides under their hat. - Moonstone ((thesoftestaro))

Hm?

Oh I get it, you’re another one of those who are gonna say “How do you fight like that??? Doesn’t the long hair get in the way, Milky Quartz????” and I’m telling you, it doesn’t get in the way! I’ve said this so many times this hair is not a problem! Let me keep it! I wont change the length!

@thesoftestaro

Jesus Christ.

NPR just told me that Betsy Devos’s response to campus sexual assault is to meet with men’s rights activists.

We were told we would not survive this presidency, but let me know how I can help you.

i said i was going to watch all bangtan’s mvs in a chronological order but i couldn’t help but go back to ‘young forever’ when i finished my little marathon.. i’m quite a pessimistic person or so i was told. i don’t usually believe in people’s promises of forever, be it love or friendship. bangtan’s special to me in a sense that despite my skeptical and sometimes cold nature they make me really want to be with them forever. i never expected to feel so much love and adoration for anyone. they feel so close yet so far away. they make me smile as much as they make me cry. they inspire me, their music gives me strength. it’s so cheesy but i really want to stay by their side forever. they’ve become a very important part of my youth, it will be forever associated with their music and i’m thankful

"HANNAH FUCKED CLAY'S LIFE AND OF EVERYONE ON THE TAPES"

Okay. I just want to say what i think about this. I’ve seeing a lot of people hating on hannah because she “ ruined clay’s and Alex, Zach, etc…lifes.”

Clay didn’t deserve to be on the tapes but he MUST be because as Hannah said was her story and if she was going to tell it Clay couldn’t stay outside.
Tony did not deserve the burden that Hannah left him but I also understand Hannah a lot and because she did the things she did. 
Also, we have only some of the reasons. Not all. For which Hannah killed herself, because the list said more.
Besides that, is true that Clay suffered a lot and if Hannah had been clearer with him surely she would have saved.
But Hannah was very hurted and got tired of asking for help from the wrong people and Clay really liked her so I understand why she felt afraid and was embarrassed to tell Clay what was wrong. (Removing the fact that she thought it was only going to ruin him, I think it went beyond that)
She didn’t want to lose him but she losed him anyway because he ended up going.

The point here is not Hannah.
Unfortunately, the point here is Clay. And Tony. And all who could do something but did not.
The point of the story is that, it makes everyone stand up and think ‘I should have listened, I should have said this, I should have insisted’
When Tony said he ignored the tapes until half an hour later because he thought Hannah was a bit dramatic. When Clay got scared and left the room because he did not know how to react. All those are things that they know were wrong. They could have changed everything from having been a bit braver or not to have judged.
So I’m not judging Hannah or thinking that she was wrong for put Clay in the tapes, Clay already suffered from panic and anxiety before the tapes.
This just hit him more and did all that because he suffered those things and Hannah didn’t knew but still, Clay needed to know the truth.
And Tony told to him this several times.
If Clay did not listen to the tapes, there would be no story.
Besides, was needed that clay to be brave to make everyone recognize their mistakes and do justice. If Hannah never made the tapes, what happened to her was going to keep happening.
And that’s what the show want to teach and that’s what Clay tries to prevent.

Yesterday I read that a girl put “I hate Hannah because of her Clay’s going to spend his whole life trying to save everyone”
I think not just Clay, everyone on the tapes are going to think twice before doing things and I think that’s not bad.
Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes people prefer to ignore things to do something because it’s very painful to face it or take justice. But sometimes ignoring it is worse. And that’s what Clay learns. That it is necessary to speak when one has to speak and do something, that one has to be courageous.
That’s why Clay also continues passing the tapes at the end to Porter because everyone needs to take responsibility for what they did. ( also that jessica asked him for do it) And if you can not live with it, you try to live to repair it. And If what you did has no way of being fixed you have to live with it in the way you can.
But you can’t live like nothing if you made someone kill himself.
No matter how few intentions you had or how little you did compared to others, you did it, and anyway, none of those who did Hannah things had good intentions.
Not even Zach.
Just Clay.
That’s why, although for clay it was very painful to listen to the tapes and this almost did killed himself ( i cried a lot in that part) I think he had to listen to them and it’s like Tony said “you’re not God, you can’t stop everything”
Clay only feels guilty because he couldn’t save Hannah but none of they could, they all failed even if Clay loved her.
Tony is very sensible about what he said to Clay, because he needed to know about the tapes but he also had to know that he should not be there, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that he was the only reason Hannah could have had to stay.
But I think guilt sometimes causes people to react.
And even if to Alex made him kill himself, if the tapes did not exist they would all have continued to live their lives quiet while Hannah killed herself.
And Bryce and all those who fucked up his life would never stop hurting others.
What is being said behind the scenes “if Bryce or any of them don’t get a cost for what they did, they will keep doing it over and over again.”
So I think everything had to be in that way. If Clay wasn’t on the tapes, nothing would have happened and no one would have done justice. Jessica would have believed Justin just as long as who knows and when she knew, she would not have the courage to talk about it or face anyone. Justin would never have considered the things he did or would never have had to tell Jessica the truth or face Bryce and break their false friendship. Bryce would never have confessed and would continue raping girls because no one of who are in the tapes faced bryce. They just left it that way. They kept their mouths shut for their own protection.
The only one who did something is Clay. And Alex would have continued to do things to be part of the bryce group and the idiots. Alex would have continued to do lists or who knows other things.
Marcus would have continued to play girls whenever he felt like it.
(And although many believe that zach is innocent and what he did was minimal or not important, I do not think so) maybe what Zach did was minimal compared to others in the tapes. But it matters. In the end, everything matters.
As hannah said is a snowball that is getting bigger.
So Zach stole the only source of happiness that Hannah had at that time (besides he being very childish making this lmao) and not only that, Hannah wrote to him a letter telling him how much she was suffering and that she needed those compliments.
And Zach ignored the letter. Maybe he did not throw it. Maybe he saved it. A point for Zach.
But he ignored her. He did not do anything. And sometimes don’t do anything is worse than doing it. That’s what the series is all about.
Maybe Zach was scared but I refuse to have compassion on him and minimize what he did, because minimizing what Zach did would be minimize the pain of hannah, and I think we’ve all learned that’s a BIG mistake. Minimizing the pain of others is not good. Zach might have a good heart … or not.
I’ve seen the series already three times and I could not help think: why do y'all overlook the scenes where Zach is a bully? LITERALLY. Zach laughs and encourages Bryce to send the picture of hannah from Justin’s phone, Zach makes obscene gestures along with marcus and the others to Hannah in the hallways after Alex’s list, Zach pushes Clay down the hallway and mocks on him. Zach stoled clay’s bike with Alex and Justin. ZACH AS THE OTHERS KEEP SILENCE ON A RAPIST. Zach continued to be friends with this rapist. Was Zach scared to help Hannah? But not scared enough to bullied others?
Maybe Zach wanted to be a marine biologist and maybe he’s allergic to strawberries. But I’m not interested. Because Zach is no different from the rest. And if Clay had not scratched his car, and if he had not faced Zach, maybe Zach would have done worse things in the future, he would have never felt guilty at all.
If Hannah did not make the tapes or did not include Clay in them, maybe Mr. Porter would never know the truth and ignore other people asking for help or advised them wrong again, and Hannah’s story would be repeated.
Maybe Courtney would continue to pretend to be friends with everyone and use people to cover her homosexuality. And Tyler would continue to spy on people and stalking people through his windows and would continue to take photos and violating the privacy of others if Clay had not faced him and the tapes did not exist, because he would never understand what hannah felt if clay did not make him feels it too.
And Ryan would continue stealing things that do not belong to him and leaving others in ridicule for his own arrogance.
And Clay would never know that it is better to say things when you should and when you have the opportunity because you could save a life.
And nobody would know the importance of what they did and said. And sheri would continue to do bad things and leave them that way that could lead to the death of more people and not just Jeff. And there would be more than one Jeff.
The only one different on the tapes is Clay. So clay had to be in the tapes because otherwise, they would all have continued to live and who knows if the tapes had kept going, maybe Bryce would have burned them and no one would ever know the truth more than they. And maybe he would have even looked for Tony to get rid of the copies or who knows.
Because not even Tony was encouraged to do something when he knew the whole truth Even Tony did not know what to do, just Clay.  
Because it’s easy to stand up and say “Hannah is a bitch she ruined everyone’s life with the tapes”
But what about her life? Who would pay anything for ruined Hannah’s life?
Were all the others supposed to keep living peacefully because Hannah was dramatic and crazy according to them? No.
 Hannah and Clay are the ones who didn’t deserve so much pain throughout history. Then maybe a little bit Alex and Jessica.
But everyone else deserved to be on the tapes and deserved to take responsibility for what they did. And I think Hannah was not dramatic. That’s all. Thank you if you read this mess until the end.

I’ll start with myself because I love to self drag but LEOs, I’m calling u to the front of the congregation because u need constant reassurance from other people, especially when it comes to chasing dreams or goals everyone has to know and think what you’re doing is GOOD and JUST and COOL but the second someone gives u some criticism that foundation u worked so hard on is in shambles and suddenly u realize u can’t get to your dreams on a cloud of emotional validation and it’s not the hard work that scares you it’s the thought of being inferior in whatever field you choose, of having to start at the bottom and eat shit to get to the top because the only thing bigger than your dreams is your ego BYE

Three Questions

Prompt: What was it like to love him? What was it like to be loved in return? What was it like to lose him?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning(s): Angst, cussing, and mentions of sex (the closest I’ll ever do to a Lin smut, tbh).

A/n: Oh boy, here we are at Day 3 of the write-a-thon). This was the prompt (and the AU one too) that I was looking forward to the most and made me decide to participate. Rather than a book, I decided to choose my favorite poem of all time (which is also what my blog is named after) by Lang Leav. I adapted the poem into a story. I hope you guys enjoy!


 

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.

You sigh when you spot a figure slouched over a desk, their soft snores disturbing the silence of the library. It was a common sight to see a student asleep at the library, regardless of what day of the week it was. There were always going to be students cramming for a test or starting an assignment due the next day that would fall asleep from exhaustion. Upon closer inspection, you realize he wasn’t a student – his face was too mature and clothes too nice to be a fellow peer.

However, like the old saying goes: you don’t have to go home, you just can’t stay here. The library was closing in five minutes and after a full day of classes before coming straight to work, you were ready to go home and relax.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the library is closing soon,” you say, gently shaking the sleeping man’s shoulder.

He groans and brushes away your hand before going back to sleep.

You scoff and try again. “Please don’t make me call campus security on you, sir.”

At the mention of the authorities, he groans but lifts his head from the book he was resting his head on. He wipes the drool from the corner of his lips and blinks up owlishly at you. “What time is it?” he murmurs.

Your breath catches at his voice, low and gravelly with sleep. You were always a sucker for attractive voices, and this stranger just happened to have the kind you loved the most.

“It’s almost 3 A.M.,” you say, watching as his eyes grow wide, “the library is closing now.”

He jumps up from his seat and stuffs his notebook and laptop into his backpack. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“No, it’s alright, it happens all the time,” you assure him.

He sighs in relief and picks up the book on the table, which to your surprise, had an interesting topic that was very dear to your heart.

“A book about the first treasury secretary?” you muse, “Either you’re a history major or have a very weird taste in books.”

He grins. “I guess I’m the latter.”

You snort at his answer and watch as he heads for the exit after wishing you a good night.

-

To your surprise, he was back the next day. You were pushing a cart of books, returning them to their respective spots, when you see him huddled in an alcove. This time, more books about Alexander Hamilton were accompanied with books about James Madison and Thomas Jefferson.

“The Southern Democratic-Republicans?” you laugh, “you do know that they didn’t get along with Hamilton, right?”

His head jerks up from his notebook on his lap, eyeing you intensely. “I do. The question is, how do you know?”

You try not to squirm under his gaze. “I’m a History major with a focus in American History.”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Well, what are the odds,” he laughs, the sound making your stomach flutter, “mind if I bother you with a few questions?”

You clutch the handle of the cart tightly, feeling nervous and excited. “Only if you tell me what’s it for.”

His smile gets bigger. “I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

You push the cart aside. “I’m in.”

He chuckles and scoots over, patting the empty space next to him. You step around his books and take the spot.

“My name is Lin-Manuel, but you can call me Lin,” he says warmly, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

You take his hand, trying not to shake from his proximity and the tingling sensation of desire that you felt for him. You were always the type that fell too easily and too fast, a recipe for disaster, but the sincerity and friendliness that you saw in his eyes made you believe that maybe, this time would be different.

“My name is Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Lin.”

It was like being exhumed. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.



 

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.

It was during one of your writing sessions with Lin, weeks after meeting, that he first kissed you.

You were explaining to him Alexander’s childhood struggles, the challenges that he endured as he rose his way to the top, and the bizarre parallel of his life to Aaron Burr’s.  When he was still silent after you finished, you became worried. Was it too much? Did he need you to clarify a specific part?

Your fears melted away once you saw the tender look on his face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing away a stray hair that escaped from your bun. Without another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips for a kiss. You whimpered, and it spurred him on, his hands cupping your head to kiss you deeper.

Your heart did cartwheels, happy that he felt the same way towards you. The lingering stares, how his hands would purposely brush against yours when you both looked over a book, and how he’d rest his arms on your shoulders and lean towards you when you’d talk… It was all because he adored you too.

Your first kiss with Lin awakened something delicious – a dangerous spark that made your body hum in excitement.

From then on, Lin would wine and dine you in the late hours of the night, conversations about Alexander Hamilton long forgotten. You shared your dreams, your struggles, stories about your childhood with each other.

The spark ignited a flame, an even more hazardous burn that made your heart and soul feel alive.

During the nights where he felt adventurous, he’d fuck you hard against the bookshelves, whispering dirty words in your ears as he covered your mouth with his hands to muffle your moans. Most of the time, however, he’d take his time loving you in a bed, staring deep into your eyes as he thrust into you.

You press your cheek against his damp chest, relishing in the afterglow of sex.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words feeling so natural, so true.

Lin’s hand slides down to rest on the curve of your back and presses you closer to him.

“I love you too.”

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.


 

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.

It was a rare weekend where you didn’t spend time with Lin, so you decided to go grocery shopping – a task that you haven’t had time for since your whirlwind romance began.

You were quietly humming the tune to one of Lin’s songs as you pondered over which fruit you wanted to buy: oranges or apples?

“Honey, didn’t I tell you to take it easy? Stop lifting heavy things, you know it’s not good for the baby.”

Your lips quirk up in a smile at the conversation, finding it adorable how affectionate the husband was to his wife. For a brief second, you let yourself daydream, imagining a baby girl that had Lin’s curious eyes and your hair or a boy that had his nose and your penchant for learning.

“Lin, I’m the one carrying the baby. Don’t you think I know what’s good and not good for him?”

Lin?

“I know but – “

There was no mistaking it.

That was his voice.  

You whirl around, dropping your basket of groceries when you see the scene before you.

Lin was standing next to his obviously pregnant wife, softly reprimanding her as she lifted a watermelon from the display.

Lin had a wife… and a baby on the way.

Your world came crashing down on you.

Lately, you’ve had a strange feeling in your gut, as if something big was looming over the horizon, whenever you spent time with Lin. You chalked it off and blamed it on your inexperience, your insecurity, and fear of loving someone so much for the first time in your life.

But now it all made sense.

He’d insist on spending nights in hotel rooms or even your own apartment, claiming that his apartment was too small and cluttered, failing to mention the fact that he had another woman waiting for him in his bed. He’d always spend time with you late at night until early dawn (you thought it was sweet that he worked around your schedule), never during the day. But truthfully, it was the perfect time where he could escape from his pregnant wife. You thought that his habit of touching his ring finger with his thumb was endearing – a quirky trait that made Lin so cute and special – but now you realize it was because the weight of his wedding ring was no longer there.

You felt sick.

You stagger backward, hitting the fruit display, causing a heap of apples to tumble to the ground.

A single apple rolled towards them, stopping their conversation, and Lin looks up to see the cause of the runaway fruit.

You stood there, frozen, as a flash of recognition danced across his eyes.

It really was him.

To your horror, he didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his wife and leads her further into the grocery store, leaving you behind without a second glance.

His stories, laughter, and declarations of love were all lies.

Your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You were a fool.

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me – said all at once.

Always Be Mine (Jeff Atkins smut-imagine)

Originally posted by hannah-db

(NOT MY GIF!! CREDIT TO OWNER!!!)

Prompt: The reader and Jeff have been dating for almost two years, the reader spends the night at his house and Jeff takes her virginity.


Loud hollers and music were all you can hear at the party that was taking place at Kat’s house, it was her going away party and nearly everyone from Liberty High had shown up. People were either inside and playing games and eating, other outside by the pool dancing or playing beer pong, and others being upstairs doing the deed.

Y/n was out in the back with a cup of soda in her hands as her boyfriend Jeff stood right behind her with his arms wrapped around her as they watch the guys from the baseball team play beer pong. Tightening his grip, Jeff leans down and places a kiss on y/n’s cheek, her giggling filled his ears and a big smile was on his face.

 "You having fun baby?“ 

 Y/n turns her head and looks up at him, she smiled at him while nodding her head.

 "Tons, though I wish we could be alone right now." 

 Turning her body so that they were chest to chest, she wraps her arm around his neck and hides her face in his chest. She felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, pulling her closer he leans his chin on her head.

 "Look at it this way, we stay for a little while longer, then we can go home and you have me all to yourself.”

“I like that sound of that.”

Leaning up she gives him a lingering kiss then pulls away and leaves his embrace, Jeff pouted as she left his arms which made y/n smile at his cuteness. 

“Relax babe, i’m just going to get a drink.”

“Hurry back!” 

Walking inside the house she squeeze past couples that are heavily making out, people getting high or playing spin the bottle. Making her way in the kitchen she spots the bright red cups and grabs a coke can, grabbing some ice she fills the cup and pours her soda in it.

Walking back to the patio, y/n suddenly hears loud cheers and when she gets outside she sees a large crowd and multiiple boys and girls fighting eachother. It only seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, backing up she frantically looks around for Jeff. 

“JEFF! JEFF!”

A scream ripped through from y/n’s throat as she was suddenly lifted onto somoeone’s shoulder. Thrashing around the person keeps a tight grip on her so that she couldn’t move as he tried to quickly get away from the fight.

“Sorry to scare you babe, but we gotta go before the cops show up.”

As she turns her head she noticed that it was indeed Jeff, letting out a sigh of relief she smacks him on the back of the head causing him to flinch. 

“Hey! Watch the hair!”

y/n screeched when she felt a hard smack on her ass

“Seriously asshole!” 

Laughing, Jeff gets them to the car and helps her get in, closing the door he runs over to the driver seat, gets in and turns the car on. Driving off from the house and to his, they stay in a comfortable silence as he drove. His hand was placed on her thigh and he casually circled his thumb to soothe her.

Pulling up in his drive way, y/n noticed that his parents car weren’t in the driveway. 

“Where are your parents?”

She asked as she walked to the door with him right behind her.

“Visiting my grandparents for the weekend, so now we have the house all to ourselves.”

Although y/n was slightly excited she was also nervous, yes, they have been dating for two years but they never had sex. Jeff was understanding and reassuring and y/n was greatful for that, but now it seems like she was truly ready to give it up for him.

Walking inside, he locks the door and leads her upstairs to his room. When they enter the room Jeff immediately takes off his shirt and y/n couldn’t help but stare. His muscled body and chisseled features almost had her drooling. Since he was to busy to notice her staring, y/n began to walk forward to him.

When Jeff turned around he didn’t expect y/n to be close behind them, she seemed to be in a trance which made him smile. But it faltered when he felt her hands on his abs, feeling them and feeling his smooth and lucious skin. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that.

“You are so beautiful.”

Y/n whispered as her hands continue to feel his strong body, grabbing her wrist, y/n looks up into Jeff’s eyes and notices the love and lust that swirled around in his dark irisis. Leaning down he starts to sensually kiss her, his tongue gliding against her bottom lip and gently grabbing ahold of it with her teeth.

A tiny whimper released from her as he tugged on her lip and snuck his tongue in her mouth. They both battle for dominance but Jeff wins and he starts to walk them back. She feels the back of her legs hit the mattress as Jeff slowly pushes her down softly and stays above her.

Pulling away, he trails his mouth from her lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking all around her neck. Her moans were slightly loud as he kissed on her weak spots which made her grip his arms. Her body started to heat up and she wanted to so badly rip both of their clothes off.

“Jeff, please. I want this, I want you.”

They stare at each other for a moment before Jeff pulled at the hem of her top and slowly began to slip it off. Kissing all over her chest and stomach he trails his hands to the buttong of her jeans as y/n kept her eyes closed in pleasure. Taking them off, he rubs his hands along her smooth and devouring legs and goes back up to kiss her again.

“Are you absolutely, one hundred percent sure about this?”

His hand stayed on her cheek, caressing it, letting her know that she didn’t have to go through with this if she wants to. Her hand grabbed onto his and she nodded.

“I’m absolutely sure, i love you Jeff.”

Kissing her lips, he takes off his pants and boxers, and slowly beans to unclaps her bra and take off her underwear. Y/n felt her cheeks get heated as she saw Jeff admiring her body. 

“You have such a beautiful body baby.” 

Opening his drawer, he grabs a condom and rips it open, sliding it on he parts her legs slightly and gets in between her. Y/n was nervous as she felt him pressed against her. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Jeff notices her behaviour and kisses her forehead.

“Just tell me when to stop and i will, i promise.”

Taking a few more deep breaths, she nods her head and whispers an “okay”. Placing himself at her entrance, she tenses up slightly but Jeff grabbed her hands and made him look at her to reassure her. Slowly sliding in y/n closes her eyes as she felt pressure in between her legs.

Deciding to slide in all the way, y/n choked on her breath as she felt a pinch of pain errupt. She tried her best to not cry out and Jeff noticed that so he stayed still as best as he could until she felt fine. After a few minutes y/n finally felt that he could move, so when she told him he could he started off slow.

The pleasure she was feeling was unexplainable as Jeff slowly thrusted into her, he to was in the same state of bliss at the feeling of her tight walls that were wrapped around him.

“God i love you.”

He panted as continued to thrust into her over and over, his strong yet slow thrusts had sent y/n over the edge as she felt her stomach tighten. His hands stayed in a tight grip with hers as he felt himself getting ready to release as well. As he silenced y/n’s moans with his mouth, his thrust soon became sloppy and both released at the same time.

Pulling out, he takes the condom off and throws it away and pulls y/n up on his chest with their legs tangled up and their chest pressed tightly together. Their breathing became stable as Jeff rubbed y/n’s back and she drew different shapes with her finger across his chest.

“You okay?”

Looking up she smiles and nods in confirmation.

“I feel perfect.”

Smiling they stay in the same position not talking, just absorbing the silence and the recent events that had taken place.

“Just know you’ll always be mine forever y/n, i promise.”

But little did they know, that the promise he made would be kept short.

A/N: Hope you guys like it!!

Ride Me. (M)

Pairing: Jin x Reader
Genre: Smut and slight fluff.
Word count: 2.5k

Prompt: Can I request some jin smut 🙊🙊🙊 with a lot of riding and dirty talk? 🙊🙈 i went a little overboard, but hope you like it.

Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriend in days and when you finally did, you spiced your sex life up by cuffing him to the bed. With all the whimpers and whines he let out, it was like you were discovering him for the first time all over again.


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