it says a long time ago

anonymous asked:

rike mugnetta

Once, a long time ago, I was having a conversation with some friends about people who are “firstname lastname people” - as in you always feel compelled to say both their first name and their last name when talking about them. Much to my surprise, someone suggested I was one of those people (I’m still not so sure about this). 

Soon the conversation turned to people whose names still sound “good” when you swap the first letters of their first and last name. Again, my name was mentioned. 

And so was born a very strange nickname I had, for probably one year, quite a while ago. So I guess what I’m trying to say is… Rike Mugnetta?

I haven’t heard that name in years.

anonymous asked:

I'm down for some thigh riding johnny 😉 hope you guys have a good day 🤗💕 johnnyboyanon

A/N: This’ll prolly be in a scenario someday, but for now I just wanted to give you something since you asked this a long time ago
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Originally posted by dimplesjae

  • let’s pretend he happens to be in this ^ position, just chillin’ & watching the news
  • it’s your time of the month let’s also say
  • shit, but you’re so horny….
  • rather than ruining the white sofa and having a bloodbath, you beg ask to ride his thigh
  • “sure”
  • you’re so thankful and promise to do something for him later; you owe him
  • you put your hands on his chest, his taut pecs flexing under your fingertips as he adjusts himself
  • i feel he would want to hold your hands instead of the standard position
  • he’d intertwine his finger with your own as you straddle him
  • he’d hold still, supporting you as you put your weight into your hands, your covered heat grinding against his robust thigh
  • he’d alternate between glancing at your shorts grinding against his jeans, your whitening knuckles, and your face
  • he’d wish your hair hadn’t fell over your face, wanting to see each expression you make
  • he’d ask you to be loud too so he can hear you
  • he’d get hard
  • he’d coax you through your release, his calm and level voice seeming distant as you whined to yourself, slowing your antics
  • so uh, choice is yours, blow job or hand job… if you give him head you have to swallow, if you give him hand he wants to come on you, so either take off your shirt or let him paint your face   i sound like a frat douche
A Night In

Y/N- your name
Y/SH/N- your superhero name

You and Jason had movie night tonight, it was any night the two of you could get time off from your jobs. You were Y/SH/N, successor to Black Canary. You had acquired the very same cry of your mentor and just as powerful, Y/SH/N excelled in close combat when using her Crippling Cry. And boy did your power live up to its name. When at your top decibel, enemies were renderd immobile and unresponsive for a long enough time to bring them to the police or a specialized jail cell.

You had known Jason since he became Robin all those years ago. Batman had brought him up to the Watch Tower while Canary had brought you for the same reason. The two of you didn’t say as much as a small, “Hello” before your mentors dragged you in separate ways. When he died, you couldn’t have been that heart broken because you didn’t know him that well. Sure, it was sad. Dinah and you went to his funeral but no real tears were shed.

You became close only some years ago. Now, every so often you have nights like this one. The theme was horror films and a double feature because it was a special occasion. Jason was scrolling through a streaming service while you were getting two popcorn bowls ready.

“Smells great, babe.” He said, not taking his attention away from the screen.

You chuckled, “Thanks. Have you seen anything you want to watch yet?” You grabbed the bowls off of the counter and plopped down next to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, ‘The Excorsist’. It’s a classic.” Jason grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth.

“Okay, I want to watch ‘The Omen’, if you want a classic.” You said as Jason clicked the play button for “The Excorsist.”

This movie was scary. You had spent half of the time clinging to Jason’s arm with your face in the crook if his neck, peeking out ever so often only to put it back. Further into the movie, you had your head out and was watching ever so carefully so you could be ready to hide again. You and Jason watched as the priest and dad walked up to the door, you knew that in any horror movie no door should be opened if eerie music was audible. And yet, you watched them open the door.

All was fine at first, you thought maybe you had been wrong about the no-opening-doors-in-horror- movies rule….. until her head spun around, revealing the cuts and bruises and demonics evidence on her face. What you did next we as not your fault, you were scared and releasing a Crippling Cry was instinct in situations of fear.

Your eyes were shut and you could hear Jason’s faint shout as yours blasted the television resulting in a cracked screen and the end of movie night. You weren’t sure if Jason was shouting because of the scene or because of you. When the latter reason came to mind, you shut your mouth and turned to Jason.

“Are you alright?” You asked with concern laced in your words.

Luckily, his head was still on and his ears weren’t bleeding. But Jason did have his hands cupping his ears and his eyes squeezed shut.

“What?” Jason shouted. Did you deafen him? His eyes slowly opened and faced you.

“Oh no, Jason! I’m sorry, it was an accident.” You apologized while pulling his arms away from his ears.

“Y/N, I’m alright. It’s just that there’s a ringing in my ears. Nothing too serious. It’s fine!” Jason’s voice was loud but you knew that truly he wasn’t that hurt.

“Good, but I am still sorry. And, oh god the television!”

“What? Don’t turn away when you’re talking to me, I can’t hear you as well.” Said Jason.

You saw the remains of your shared television, a black screen with lines going up and down on one side with a crack going up the other. The television cost you a week’s salary (if your were a civilian) but it was something you and Jason had bought together as a celebration of your first home together.

“Babe, look at what you did to the T.V!” Jason pointed and shouted at you.

“I know! I’ll buy a new one tomorrow, I swear!”

larashewolf replied to your photoset: magecom: Previews are out! I got the amazing…

My memory isn’t the best, but didn’t you make a comic or doodle of lion licking Amethyst a long time ago? It’s not a bad thing, I’m just really curious if I remember it right.

I did!  I definitely leeched some inspiration from that old comic into this section of the new one.  I thought it would be more fitting for Lion to want to groom a small, purple cat haha.  I’d say you have a pretty good memory for remembering a comic from about 3 years ago!

This is the only gag in the comic that’s retooled from an older work, everything else is new, fresh Lion jokes and adventures~

anonymous asked:

This is random but I remember you saying a long time ago about maybe writing a sequel to whatever works. Are you still thinking about it? It's definitely one of my favorite fics!

Well, I had indeed posted a few head-canons about Derek’s soulmate, but I don’t have any plans to write a sequel per se. I don’t know what the plot of it would be. But I’m always open to plot bunnies. ^_^

I’ve met some amazing people online. Two of them are Andrea and Jan from Holland. We met on StumbleUpon many years ago, when that online community was striving. Where I met a lot of wonderful people, and where I spend a lot of my youth.

5 years ago, Andrea and Jan came to visit me in Romania and they stayed for almost two weeks. We had a fucking blast, we had an amazingly fun time, and needless to say, we hit it off hard. They’ve even brought me an official StumbleUpon glass, from the US. We partied and talked and bonded, we got to know each other in real life, and we built what have become long lasting, beautiful friendships.

3 years ago, Andrea made a surprise visit, this time with her boyfriend, who will become her husband on Saturday. It was again a fucking blast, just crazy, fun times with quality people, after my own heart.

Last year I received an invite to Andrea’s wedding. I was ecstatic, but I didn’t know if I would be able to make it. I really wanted to be there on her special day, and I really missed her. So I saved up some money the whole year, and here we are - off to Holland on Wednesday. I can’t fucking wait. I am so excited to see my friends again.

So guys, proximity is just a word. People matter, even if you can’t see them all the time. People connect with you through a computer or phone screen. And these connections are real. The realest maybe.

Creature of the night.

Pairing : Meg2.0 x Vamp!Reader
Word count : 2,313
Author : Mel
Warning : touch of smut. Feeding, Drugging, touch of violence. Does this count as blood play?
A/N : Got this idea a while back listening to Creature Of The Night by The Creepshow. I thought I posted this months ago, apparently I did not.

I died once. Long ago. I became a legend of sorts. A myth, if you will. You see, they tell the tale of a blood thirsty creature who roams in the night. Lurking cemeteries. That’d be me. I became a horror story people tell their kids so they don’t break curfew. Or, if you say my name three times at my grave, I’ll come and grant you eternal life with a bite. They get bit alright, but not by me. There’s a lot of mosquitoes and bugs around. I mean, it is a cemetery, what do people expect. Open space, lots of plants and flowers, and plenty of rotting flesh.

Anyways. Back to the story at hand.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I'm a first time anon here! I just came across your blog not long ago!! And it's amazing! Thank you for this! I also like to request for the soulmate Au, could you do 6, inoo kei please? Thanks so much :'D

Title: Figment of my Imagination
Pairing/Relationship: Kei/Reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Genre: Soulmate, Fluffy stuffs!
Type: Oneshot

Summary: Life was crazy, school, work, you name it, but Kei always found solace in his dreams where the lovely figment of his imagination always gave him peace.

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anonymous asked:

the thing is you have a lot of common scenes with the original gifset (found the one i meant here youandmeunthinkable(.)tumblr(.)com/post/151245115807/) and it just bothers me that you even say you dont support the daisy fandom and dont follow daisy blogs yet you act as youre the only ones who care about her

Glad you came back. We’ll be quick:

  • It’d be hard for us to actually have seen that gifset in particular because that person was blocked a long time ago for being Skyeward trash. Also, you act like we used scenes that are obscure and not some of the most iconic ones, like okay.
  • Skyeward shippers can’t be Daisy fans because Skyeward is Daisy hate.
  • So, tragically, most of your so called “Daisy fandom” is actually people who wanted her to be character assassinated by forgiving and falling in love with a Nazi creep that hurt her, threatened to rape her and hurt/killed her friends. And who still don’t see what was wrong with that, even though the show made it pretty clear.
  • Up to this day, most general/character/shipping AOS blogs are still run by people who ship Skyeward, shipped Skyeward and now pretend they didn’t or were ~neutrals~ which means they hated Daisy too. That’s the reason we not only don’t follow them, but block them. A good amount of those people also had the pastime of sending us hate/harass us for years, but sure, we’ll play with them now.
  • We do support the Daisy fandom. We have pages and pages of Daisy graphics and meta in this blog and in our personal blogs, we call out Daisy-hating asshole after Daisy-hating asshole, one of the mods runs @standwithquake which is curated so that no hater gets reblogged, and we talk to like-minded Daisy fans who don’t ship Cousy at all.
  • Our ship is not the only reason this fandom hates us, it’s pretty obvious our ~excesive~ Daisy stanning makes you them uncomfortable. That, and time put us on the right side of history with Ward, while the rest of fandom was asking for ~fandom unity~ welp.

No offense, but you don’t seem that knowledgeable about this fandom, or maybe you’re just being malicious. Anyway, this is all you’ll get from us on anon because we blocked your IP.

and FURTHERMORE while I’m ranting, can I just say how much I fucking LOVE all of you who do leave such lovely thoughtful comments on my fics? BLESS YOU. I always try to thank you individually but collectively let me just say JFC THANK YOU for keeping me sane? For having the mercy to even say ONE SENTENCE about how you enjoyed my words? My family is always needling me to focus solely on my original works and telling me how I waste my time [which is a wholly different rant], but without the encouragement from fic I probably would have given up writing and my dreams a long time ago. So really, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

what happened to camren now? this 2017? are they still talking?

personally, i don’t believe that camren are together anymore. but i do believe that something has happened between them in the past. and when i say past, i mean 2 years ago. which is a long time, they’ve both moved on. 

I need to get something off my chest

Hey..just wanna warm in advance. I’m sorry if this is depressing. But if anyone is dealing with problems at home with family, just remember. Family is not permanent. You will be free one day, able to move out. You can be free to be yourself. To actually enjoy life with no restrictions. You can enjoy the things you love without being hurt. You can do things without getting abusing and physically damaged. One day you’ll be out, and it’ll be the best day cos all that weight you feel on your shoulders. It’ll be gone. And you’ll fucking love all of it. Right now I’m goin through real shit, and the only thing I’ve got keeping me feeling loved is my boyfriend Euan. If he wasn’t here, I probably would’ve succeeded a long time ago. But that’s too dark to say. Remember though. FAMILY IS NOT BLOOD. family are the ones who are there for you through thick and thin. The ones who lift you up when you’ve fallen. The ones who rescue you when you’re drowning. Metaphorically of course. But all in all, family are the ones who you love and love you. Not abusive fucks you’re forced to be around because you can’t afford your own place. It will get better. You will be free. Just keep pushing. One day, it’ll all be over; and you will survive. That is all.

deliriousking  asked:

Honestly wish I had your skill with art, I cant get a full body pic to save my life. I've been trying to make that reference sheet I talked to you a long time ago about and cant seem too.

I’d say just keep drawing until you reach the point where you’re satisfied enough so you can make that reference sheet as you’d want! I’m not that good at full body drawings, but that’s also because I don’t draw that that often. I believe you can make it with some effort uwu/

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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dan being happy because of phil

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so, today’s dan’s birthday and i hope he is happy and loved and will get the best cake ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Imagine Keith meeting an alien female that resembles Mothman and him getting all geeked about it and he starts talking to her about Earth and stuff (Jealous Lance in the background ofc) and she’s like:

“Earth? Oh I think I know which planet you’re talking about, my sister moved there a couple millennia ago. She said the mountains as you call it there are quite lovely in the warm weather. She also says the Shenandoah mountains are quite lovely in the cold weather too. I wish I could go visit her.“

And Keith is just slack jawed because he literally is talking to the sister of Mothman that isn’t even a man and long story short this is the only time he has and ever will feel this much love for a woman in his life.

Keith: “I want to marry her Pidge.“

Pidge: “Your gay Keith stop it, besides Lance called dibs.“

Keith: “WHAT?!?!?!“

Lance: “Pidge!“

Pidge: “Oh please Lance everyone knew. You yelled it out before Hunk could when you first saw Keith at the garrison.“

Hunk: “My only regret in life was not being fast enough to call it first.”

anonymous asked:

I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?

As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.

He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment.  So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.

Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere.  He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere.  Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.  

It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine.  He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees.  But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.

Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers.  He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child.   He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry.  The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.

However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands.  Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.

And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself.  There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.

“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.

“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.

Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment.  But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.  

Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about  anywhere he can reach. 

 And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way.  So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.