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Arms

Late at night.

They’re both exhausted by not only the events of the day, but the orgasms they’re both currently coming down from. It doesn’t help that she’s been horny since the minute she woke up this morning, and Harry has only just now been able to finally give her exactly what she’s been craving.

But it’s late. The dim lighting of the room doesn’t help things at all. Both know that it’s very much time for sleep. But when Harry tries to get up, she clings to him.

She clings to him when he comes back seconds later with a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt for her, and a pair of boxers for him. She clings to him the moment she’s dressed, even though he’s still wiggling into his boxers. And the minute the lights are off, she’s practically glued to him.

He smiles, feeling her swing a leg over his hips and curl into his side. She presses velvety soft kisses to his neck, which is still a bit sore from where she’d been sucking not an hour ago, and he sighs. He can feel his whole body relaxing into the bed while his arm tightens its grip around her. He tilts his head to catch her lips with his, and they stay like that for a long moment. When he pulls away, he can only see her outline but he knows she’s smiling. He bumps his nose against hers. “We should sleep now.”

“Nooo,” she whines, pulling him even closer. “No. I don’t want to yet.”

He laughs softly through his nose. “What is it that you want then?”

“Hold me.” She says it so innocently, quietly, and gently that he’s almost afraid he could break her if he moves.

But of course he’s going to hold her. He reaches his other arm across his body until it finds her curled up against him, and now she’s wrapped in both of his arms. They let out a little sigh together. “Something wrong?”

“No no,” she says, shaking her head. He can feel her eyelashes against the skin of his chest, and it’s melting his heart with every blink. “Just want to be held. I love this feeling. Love your arms.”

He smiles. “My arms love you too.” She lets out the softest of giggles at that, which only curves his smile more. “Really, they do. I like holding you.” And it’s true. He does. He loves having her in his arms at any time during the day but especially at night, when she’s teetering on the brink of sleep just like this. He likes knowing she feels safe enough to fall asleep on him. Warm enough. And it’s a good feeling knowing that his chest is more comfy, more appealing to her than her actual pillow.

She gives him a tiny squeeze across his torso. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it make your arms go all tingly?”

And yes. Harry will admit that sometimes cuddling has its downfalls- such as his arms falling asleep beneath her head or him waking up with a mouthful of her hair. But he loves it regardless. So he shakes his head. “No. S'fine.”

She wiggles a bit, brushing a cold foot against his calf and letting out another yawn. “Good. I’m comfy.”

The words are music to Harry’s ears. He’s admittedly pretty comfy himself. He gives her a squeeze. “What’s got you all snuggly tonight?”

“Dunno.” Which is a lie. She and Harry both know she gets quite cuddly after an orgasm. Some nights more than others. Like tonight. “You’re good at snuggling.”

“It’s a requirement,” he says matter of factly. “Read it in the Boyfriend Handbook.”

She giggles, a bubbly little sound now, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “You’re a dork.”

“Hey now. You’re the one who asked to be held. I can roll over.” He wiggles just bit, as if he’s going to let go of her, but she squeezes him even tighter.

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

He chuckles, kissing her head and reaching up to stroke her hair. “You’re adorable.”

“So are you. And your arms smell good. Did you know that?”

And for some reason, Harry becomes painfully self aware at that. Why do his arms smell good? He’d showered that morning but still, it had been a long day. Plus sex made him a bit sweaty, and she’s curled right up under his armpit. “Do they? Are you sure? What do they smell like?”

She laughs, kissing his chest and nodding. “Yeah. I promise. I’d tell you if you they were stinky. I probably wouldn’t be curled up in them if they were. But yeah. They smell like… you.”

Her words warm his heart, even if he doesn’t quite know what she means. “What do I smell like?”

“Like….” She takes in a deep breath through her nose and hums. “I don’t know. Like you.” Which still doesn’t explain anything, but Harry does sort of understand because she’s got a natural y/n scent that he adores. (And he may or may not have slept with a few of her t-shirts she’s left at his house for that exact reason.)

Now he yawns. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out. She kisses his jaw when it stretches out, and he can feel her smiling. He lets it all out in one breath. “Sorry, love. M'getting sleepy.”

“Me too. It’s okay.” She unknowingly brushes her foot against his calf again. “Are you comfy?”

And in truth, Harry thinks that he’s never been comfier in his life. “Of course. Are you?”

“Mm,” she hums. “The comfiest. I love you. A lot.”

He can’t help but squeeze her, lingering his lips against her forehead then and just holding her. She’s sweet. She’s soft, she’s warm, she’s adorable…. she’s the love of his life. “I love you too.”

It isn’t long before she’s out, the smallest of snores escaping past her lips. If Harry wasn’t so tired he reckons he could stay up and just listen to her sleepy noises for hours. But her body is warm against his, and she’s so soft that it’s lulling him to sleep faster than he intended.

So with one last kiss goodnight, Harry shuts his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that he can spend every night for the rest of his life with her in his arms.

Sooo… is this gonna be a double standard thing or nah?

Because while a good majority of people here on Tumblr, are making posts NOT to spread these alleged nude photos of Paige, let us go back to when another superstar had nudes leaked and Tumblr lost its SHIT.

When Seth’s nude photos were leaked (not to mention some photos of just his torso that were also supposedly him), fans (mainly female) spread those like wildfire and many even complained that he had a small package.

Look, if you’re gonna be a crusader in this whole, “These photos are private and if they wanna take photos of themselves, let them!” then at least be consistent about it.

If, god forbid, any other male wrestler ever has nude photos leaked in the future, I REALLY don’t wanna see them whored out here on Tumblr just because “OMG WE’RE FINALLY SEEING THEM NAKED.” and “Oh… they’re not as big as I thought they were…”

Now, being honest here… since I myself am a fan of people like Dean, Roman and others, sure I’d be curious to see those photos, but its still not right to spread them around and make comments about them, especially when you guys are now trying to protect Paige at all costs.

Fucking double standards, I swear to god… -_-

People here on Tumblr can spread Seth’s photos around and blame him for having those leaked because, “HE CHEATED ON HIS FIANCEE!” Yet when a female wrestler down on her luck has that happen, you coddle her beyond words.

Just acknowledge you people wanna see wrestler’s dicks, alright? And that’s all you care about, so you can see if they’re as big as you pictured them in all your fanfics. Hell, I’ll even admit I’ve thought this countless times before, but damn… when you go ahead and do the total opposite with Paige, I don’t know…

Is this all of a sudden turning into a feminist thing now or what?

Look, all I’m saying is this: choose a fucking side, people. You can’t have it both ways. 😒

Either decide to be against having every nude/sex related photos spread all over the Internet from now on, or continue to be part of the problem.

Lovesick || Jughead Jones

Prompt: #33 Is that my shirt?

Warnings: Fluff 

You haven’t been feeling well for the past few days, so you locked yourself up in your room so you don’t infect anyone else. Wrapped up with blankets piled high on top of you, your phone beeps. Everyone is on the group chat asking you if you’re dead.

“Guys, I’m not dead. Just feel dead, I have a stomach bug,” you sent.

Veronica, Kevin, Betty and Jughead decide you need a personal nurse. You argue that you’re fine and don’t want anyone to get sick. But they’re persistent and determined so they put it up vote. Veronica, Kevin and Betty nominate Jughead; your boyfriend to be your nurse. Of course you’re not thrilled, you don’t want Jughead to get sick because being sick is atrocious. Encumbering someone else with caring for you would not be fun for both parties.

After about 15 minutes you see Jughead leaning on your door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “How many blankets does one person need?” Jughead mocks.

“Well hello to you too. You can go you I still may be convalescent, but I’ll live,” you groan.

“Y/N, you’re sick. Your parents are at work so I’ll be here to help. Also is that my shirt.”

Under all of your blankets you are in fact wearing one of Jugheads flannels. It was the first thing you saw when you changed and it is comfortable. You burry yourself deeper under the blankets to hide your embarrassment. Jughead walks over to your bed and sits on the end looking at you with a smirk.

“Aren’t you sweating under there?” Jughead chuckles.

“No. Yes. Maybe. I think I’m going to die, I hate being sick,” you’re eyes look glassy.

“It would be funny if the great Y/N got taken out by a stomach bug.” Jughead laughs.

“Don’t laugh Juggie its not funny,” you lightly hit his arm.

Jughead takes off some of your blankets and crawls under with you. He wraps his arms around your torso and rests his chin atop of your head. You kick off more of the blankets because Jughead has heat radiating off his body. But the thought of Jughead catching your illness creeps through your mind. 

“If you get sick it’s all your fault, not mine.”

“Noted. But at least I don’t think I’m dying when I’m sick.”

“Shut up.”

Jughead kisses the top of your head. “Go to sleep you’ll feel better.”

“Whatever you say doctor Jones.”

anidict13  asked:

Where do you think does Mitch's insecurity stems from? Which part of his body is he conscious of and why? I keep wondering about this myself because, I think Mitch has a pretty hot bod. Very hot bod. He has a nice chest and has a flat stomach that looks like abs or at least a hard stomach underneath the shirt. Sure, he's a bit stringy/lanky, but it's obvious he's strong and lean-muscled. I find his torso attractive and if his posture's better, he'd have a pretty nice silhouette, too.

Hmm.. I mean, I don’t think I can vouch too much for what is actually canon but this is all… Opinion and headcanons SO HMM,… SCRATCHES CHIN.. 

I feel like… A lot of us see Mitch as really attractive but then again we are very thirsty fans that fell in love with these characters. Even if… A person, Mitch in this case, has a… “Nice body” doesn’t mean it’s healthy or even if it is, doesn’t mean that Mitch likes it. Insecurity y’know.

So… I’m guessing it stemmed from his dad, that’s what I think at least. This is 100% a theory bc.. We know nearly Nothing about his dad so I’m just gonna try my best.

We know that his stepdad was very abusive, and they probably never had enough money to even eat, which made him very lanky and thin… And, again this is a guess, but all of that abuse and trauma really takes a toll on a person. There can be Mitch’s own conflict of… Hating how he wasn’t strong enough to fight back or protect himself/his mom, that he was always so weak and small.

And there’s just… Insecurity man. A lot of self hate builds up for your face, your body, your personality, which leads to this idea of believing you should be punished or even, the idea of eating and treating yourself right is, kind of sickening.

I think Mitch deals with a lot of things like… Thinking himself as disgusting and “not good enough.” And Especially thinking himself to be like his stepdad, he doesn’t want to equate to that image, he wants to be better than that at least. So yeah, I believe a lot of the insecurity and hate is stemmed from his dad!

I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1

Y/N,

I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Cal.

I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.

                                             

Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”

Currently

We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.


A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

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Dig Diary, March 16, 2017:

French archaeologist Maurice Pillet found and restored this Sakhmet statue in Temple A in the 1920s. Unfortunately, the restoration failed and the statue has been lying broken for decades (top). This season we decided at least to move it onto a platform to get its parts out of the dirt. Even half a Sakhmet is too heavy to be moved without help, so we brought in the siba (tripod and winch) to get the statue pieces up onto the platform.

Here it is after the move was completed. The base is lying on its side (left) and what’s left of the torso is on the right. We hope to restore the statue in a future season.

Jaap van Dijk left the dig on Monday, but before going he and I had a chance to examine the newly revealed left side of the statue. Unlike the right side, the text on the left is completely preserved. It is the standard formula of the king being beloved of a form of Sakhmet, (in this case “Sakhmet-Bastet, Mistress of her Fields”), but has never been noted or published before this.

Mary and I have spent most of this week working on the Sakhmet statues. We have been making careful measurements of each statue and noting relevant details of decoration, style, etc. The work, while very time-consuming (there are over 250 statues), is essential for us to be able to publish them properly.

The air was crystal clear at 6:30 on Thursday morning, giving us a fine view of this village across the river in the Theban hills. It is mornings like this that remind us how lucky we are to be able to work here even for a short season. Work finishes up on Monday, so this will probably be the last post this year.

Posted by Richard Fazzini

WHO DO YOU LOVE? (MOVIE!ENOCH X READER) [SMUT]

Originally posted by characterquests

Summary: You can Enoch aren’t exactly in an official relationship and with Jake having arrived, he believes that he’s going to lose you to the younger man. One night, he decides to show you how much you mean to him.

Warning: hella smutty



“Hey y/n! Want to play football with us?”

You looked up from your book, finding Millard standing there, a football in his hands.

“Don’t bother Millard,” Hugh said, coming up behind him. “She obviously wants to spend time with Enoch.”

He nodded towards the boy sitting next to you. For a moment, you’d forgotten that you’d even come outside with him.

“I think I’m going to continue reading,” you replied, leaning back on the tree trunk. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Millard said, walking away with Hugh.

Turning back to your book, you resumed the silence that you had originally been in, the soft clink of Enoch’s tools coming up every so often.

“Y/n!” you heard your name being called again. You looked up to see Jake making his way over, Emma following behind him at a distance.

“Someone’s popular,” you heard Enoch mutter, to which you could only roll your eyes.

“Hey Jake,” you said. “What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk or something. Just the two of us,” he said, kneeling down in front of me.

Enoch’s head immediately flew up, sending Jake a glare, which he skillfully ignored.

“I… um…” you thought about it. You and Jake were the youngest ones here, you having come only a year ago. You wanted to know what had happened in the last year that you had missed out on, but he always spent his free time with Emma.

“Sure,” you said, finally.

“What?” asked Enoch, surprised and a lit bit angry.

“Jake and I are going to go on a walk,” you said, simply. Getting up, you dusted off your skirt and put your book in the belt of your dress.

You couldn’t help but notice Enoch’s glare as the two of you left towards the home.

 

On your walk around the island, you and Jake talked about anything and everything that had happened in the past year. Apparently, several people died, which was unfortunate, but that’s how life worked.

Coming back to the home, the sun was just about to set and you and Jake hurried inside for supper. Quickly getting into the dining room, you searched for a seat. There was one next to Jake, and you grabbed the chair, claiming it as your own. Emma glared at you as you sat down, while she took your regular seat next to Enoch.

 

After dinner, you had excused yourself to your room to freshen up. In the bathroom, you slashed yourself in the face a few times with water, waking you up a little bit. Wiping your face off on your sleeve, you went to your room to put your book away. You almost screamed when you saw Enoch sitting on your bed, diligently waiting.

“Enoch!” you exclaimed, loudly. “What are you doing here?”

“What were you doing with Jake?” he asked, getting up to meet you near the door.

“We went on a walk,” you said, throwing the book on your bed. “Nothing special. What’s got you angry now?”

“Maybe it’s because my girlfriend spent two hours alone with some guy that we’ve known for two days!” Enoch exclaimed.

You quickly closed the door behind you, knowing that the entire house just heard.

“Enoch,” you said, quietly. “Don’t you trust me?”

His eyes softened a bit. “Of course I trust you, y/n,” he said.

Your stare was hard and cold. “Then you should trust me to be around Jake. He’s no different than Hugh or Millard!”

“Jake is different,” he said, leaning against the door, listening to see if there were any children listening to your fight.

“How?” you asked, angrily.

“He’s from your time, y/n!” Enoch exclaimed, returning the hostility. “If it weren’t for this bloody loop, I would’ve been dead by the time you were born!”

You were quiet. You knew it was true. Enoch was a staggering 95 years older than you, which is something that you never put much thought into until now.

“You can leave the loop,” Enoch said quietly. “You can leave with him.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “And why would I leave?”

He shrugged, kicking the door. “There’s so much more in the future. You even have a family there.”

“I’m not going to leave you Enoch,” you said, holding his hand.

“That’s what Abe said to Emma, and look at what happened,” Enoch said coldly, pulling his hand away from your own.

He pulled open the door to find Hugh, Millard, Olive, and Emma standing on the other side; probably having listened to the whole ordeal.

Enoch muttered something under his breath as he pushed past them and went into his room, his door slamming hard. You took in a shaky breath as the others looked at you with concern.

“Aren’t we supposed to be watching movies?” you asked.

 

As soon as Horace’s dreams were over, you quickly made your way upstairs to your bedroom. You changed into some nightwear and got into bed. There was a part of you that just wanted to cry, it was horrible. You took some shaky breaths to calm yourself down, pulling the sheets closer to your face. Your eyes were closed and you tried to get some sleep, but it was no use. It was around a half hour later when you heard Miss Peregrine go into her room, signalling the end of any activity in the house. You rolled over in bed again, trying to find a comfortable position. Every part of you wanted to sneak over to Enoch’s room and to stay with him for the night, like you always did when you couldn’t sleep; but you couldn’t tonight. Not after what happened.

As you finally felt yourself falling asleep, you could hear footsteps in the hallway; it was probably someone looking to get some water. You rolled around again, your back facing the door. Your door began to creak as it opened and closed; it was probably Miss Peregrine checking on you. The footsteps were now in your room, and you could feel the side of your bed dip as someone sat on it. Enoch.

“I’m sorry y/n,” he whispered, grabbing your hand in his own.

You rolled over to look at him. “Enoch,” you said quietly. “I’m not going to leave you. I’d never do that to you; I love you too much.”

Enoch looked shocked. This was the first time you’d ever said I love you to him.

“I love you too,” he said, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Good,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips.

 

You two looked at each other for a moment before he brought you in for another kiss, this one different than the rest. This one was needy and hungry, like you might disappear if he stopped. He held himself on top of you, still kissing you. His hand ran through your hair before coming down across your chest, gently massaging your breast over your shirt.

You let out a shaky moan as he continued to kiss down your neck, almost immediately finding your sweet spot.

“Enoch,” you let his name slip out of your mouth in almost a whisper and you could feel him smirk against your neck and he continued, your whines and moans serving as motivation to go on.

His hand eventually made its way to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it.

“This has got to come off,” muttered against your lips.

You pulled it off, tossing it across the room. Enoch smiled as he took you in, tonight was a good night to not be wearing a bra.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he said, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it next to yours.

He reconnected your lips, gently grinding his hips into yours. You could feel his hard-on through your pajama bottoms. He let out a soft groan at the contact, his kisses becoming rougher.

He broke your kiss and began placing small kisses down your torso, stopping at the waistband on your bottoms. He looked at you for permission to continue, you nodded, your breathing heavy. He yanked them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely nude. He quickly stood up, pulling off his boxers. You blushed red, covering your face with your hands. Enoch laughed, pulling your hands away from your face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his hand cupping your face as he positioned himself above you.

You nodded, giving him a soft kiss. He smiled, kissing your cheek as he pushed himself in. His face immediately dropped to your neck. You could hear him moan into your hair as he pulled himself out, only to push back in.

His forehead rested on yours as he continued to thrust into you, every time better than the last. Your hands cupped his face, causing him to look at you. There were small beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as he got closer to finishing. You could feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Enoch,” you whimpered. “I think gonna - ”

“Me too love,” he whispered. “We’re going to have to be quiet.”

In a matter of thrusts, you felt yourself let go, biting onto Enoch’s shoulder to stop you from shouting. Enoch quickly finished after, letting out a series of grunts and curses as he did so.

“That was bloody amazing.”

You nodded in response, smiling as he pulled you closer to him. And for the first time that night, you could feel yourself finally falling asleep.


 

Hey there! I hope you enjoyed this Enoch imagine. I’m pretty new at smut, so I apologise if you cringe every time. I thought I’d cover as many different situations as possible, and that does mean smut. Practice makes perfect, and I’ll make it there eventually. Thanks for reading! Stay peculiar! <3

Scratch - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by blackiekhalifa

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: Help! This was only going to be five parts max. I just finished writing the tenth chapter and don’t know how to stop. I blame it on Steve. He’s always one of my favorites to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 1 Part 2

“So, Nat is on to you,” Steve asks as I straddle him in his bed.

“I’m surprised it took her this long to confront me about it,” I frown before leaning forward to trail kisses down Steve’s bare torso. “And that she has already ruled you out of being a part of this.”

Steve’s hand reaches forward to tilt my face to look at him. “Did she really tell you, she doesn’t think its me?”

“She said you where to bad of a liar to keep something like this a secret,” I laugh. “To be honest I’m surprised you have been able to keep this a secret.”

“Well…”

“Steve Rogers did you break one of our rules,” I frown and stop moving on top of him.

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grigori-girl  asked:

yeah can I get a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #6 w/ bokuroo

me: BOKUROO KISS MACHINE IN PERFECT ORDER


Kuroo does not like mornings. Kenma knows this. Yaku knows this. Anyone who has ever heard the name ‘Kuroo Tetsurou’ even in passing knows this. 

But most of all, Bokuto knows this. 

He hears the alarm goes off. Barely registers it, stirring slightly in his sleep, but Bokuto does hear it. Also hears (with much relief) its silencing. 

He’s almost completely back to sleep when he notices the problem. There is too much silence. 

“Work,” Bokuto mumbles, its slurred and spoken more into the pillow under his head than anything but he knows he hears it. 

Bokuto knows he hears it cause he wouldn’t sleep that ridiculous fucking way and his hair wouldn’t be such a mess if he didn’t virtually hear everything in this world. 

So he says it again, a little bit clearer this time. A little bit sterner too. “Tetsu…” pauses, yawns, starts again with eyes still closed. “gotta go to work.” 

Kuroo mumbles this time. Digging his face into the pillow even further to avoid the morning light coming through the blinds. “-on’t wanna,” he says, sounding like a child rather than a mature adult.

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Dreamland

Anon: Hi! Erm I was wondering if you could do a sister Winchester story were one of her brothers accidentally knocks her out during training and while she’s out she has a like a weird dream (completely up to you) and when she wakes up she’s face to face with her brothers and is slightly freaked out//just starts laughing but soon complains about the pain?¿? Sorry it’s long lol I love your writing!!

Nonnie, this was tons of fun to write! Thank you for the idea! As always, feel free to comment with your thoughts. I could really use some constructive criticism.

Summary: Sam Winchester, your brother, accidentally knocks you out during a sparring session. While unconscious, you take a very interesting trip to dreamland…

Warnings: None

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @lil-sister-winchester @jensen-jarpad @sister-winchester-imagines

The air is pervaded with the lovely stench of sweat. BO wafts through the air of the simple training room Dean had set up. A mat lies in the center of the room serving as a safe sparring area. And on that mat, circling each other, are you and your brother, Sam Winchester, both of you holding taped fists in front of your faces. You are locked in yet another combat training session that had lasted for longer than you wanted. Covered in sweat and some new bruises, you’re ready to end this fight.

“C’mon, Sam. You’re not scared to hit a girl, are you?” you taunt.

“I’m not the one who’s been circling for the past few minutes,” Sam retorts back.

You grin peevishly. “Sorry, what was that? Can’t hear you from down here. Your head’s too far up in the clouds! Watch out for any passing planes, Godzilla!”

“Look who’s talking, shrimpy.”

“Hey, Being fun-sized has its advantages. For instance, I can do this!” You dive between Sam’s legs, spring up behind him, and wrap your arms and legs tightly around his torso before he can react. You tighten your grip on his neck. “What’cha gonna do about that, huh?”

Sam’s voice comes out a little strangled. “Just this.” He rolls on the ground so suddenly, you release your grip in shock. Sam stands back up, placing a foot on your chest. “Take that, squirt.”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that one, moose man.” You drive your hands into Sam’s ankle, twist, and throw him all in one motion. Sam loses balance and falls to the ground while you get to your own feet. You raise your fists again.

“Bring it on, Goliath.”

Sam does something completely unexpected. He launches himself up, throwing his whole body into a punch aimed for your face. You side step and respond with a pleasant right hook to his face. Sam staggers backward a little.

“How’s that for a taste of your own-”

Your cocky remark is cut off by Sam’s fist slamming into the side of your left temple: a perfect knockout punch. You feel weightless as you slam to the mat on the floor, watching everything go dark.

You start swimming up through bright green water. You see a bright sun just up above your head. Instinct tells you to start going in that direction. You break through the surface of the water, only you’re not up anymore. Rather, the water is the sky and the clouds and light are the ground. You drop down into a fluffy bed of a pink cotton cloud. You shred a piece and pop it in your mouth. Cotton candy. Yum. You look around to get an idea of your surroundings. Even in your dream life, your hunting skills kick in. Usually, your dreams were filled with faces of past hunts, nightmares of monsters, the normal PTSD-esque effects of being a hunter. The last time dreamland was like this, you were around 7 years old.

“BLAAAAARGH!!” You turn around suddenly, prepping your dream self to be chased by whatever fictional beast was after you. Right on schedule. But what you saw was surprising even for your mind. Up, towering above you, was a giant version of your brother, Sam, his long hair even longer than usual and moose antlers sticking out from the top of his head. Great big moose legs erupted from beneath his torso, like a Greek satyr. Only with moose legs.

Just when you think it couldn’t get any stranger, out on the shoulder of Moose-Man popped a mini version of Dean. Before you can even comprehend the obscurity of this new development, he starts chittering rather than talking. And a squirrel tail pops out behind him.

“Ooookayyyy…..this one is new.” You reach into your back pocket, expecting to find your normal dream weaponry. A knife, a gun, an angel blade, sword, you have a bit of a versatile inventory normally.

You got an ostrich.

But, hey. Whatever works. You chuck it at Moose-Man and Squirrel-Boy. It kind of explodes in a fury of feathers. You think. You heard some very indignant squawking followed by the sound of soft flapping, similar to when Cas appears. You turn and start running. Well, jumping from cloud to cloud, but same thing. You sort of lunar landing jump from blue cotton candy cloud to pink cotton candy cloud, hearing angry squirrel chittering and mad moose bellowing. You don’t dare look back, lest you start dying of laughter. Or getting squashed by Sam the Moose-Man’s giant hooves. Or dying of laughter while getting squished by Sam the Moose-Man’s giant hooves.

Either option doesn’t sound too good to dream you.

The heavy thudding of Moose-Man’s footsteps is louder than Kansas tornadoes.You keep running, fearing the prospect of falling behind. But it feels like you’re stuck in slow motion. Legs like jello, you try and try and try to move. Sprint. Crawl. Fly. Anything to get you away. More angry squirrel chatters tell you the mutant version of Dean is closing in on you. You turn your head an impossibly 180 degrees to see what-in-the-name-of-Chuck is going on.

As if it couldn’t get any weirder. Squirrel-Boy now has Wolverine claws erupting from his adorable little furry front paws. He raises one hand up, ready to shred you like a cheese grater. So, you react normally: talking your way out of it. You raise your hands in front of your body, saying the first thing on your dream-addled mind.

“I DON’T SPEAK SQUIRREL!!!”

Furry Dean chitters at you confused. The razor sharp blades from his paws shethe themselves. “CRCRCRCKRRK RKERKRRKCRKCEKR?”

“No hablo Squirrel-o,” you respond, a little desperately.

“KRCERCKEKRK.” Dean scurries up a newly appearing tree with…pie leaves? The towering plant has a trunk of stacked aluminum pie tins, sort of like a palm tree, and up at the top, spreading out from everything, sat steaming, fresh-baked pies of every kind. Squirrel-Boy curls up to where the ‘leaves’ meet together. He snatches the nearest pecan pie and starts munching on it happily.

You brush off cotton candy from your pants. “Well, that takes of Dean. So, what about-” A giant roar interrupts the rest of your sentence, but, hey, you get your answer. “There’s Sam…”

You look up. Sure enough, there’s the demented, furry version of your older brother. You do not hesitate to even try and throw a weapon at him this time. You just turn tail and RUN.

Dreamland really sucks. In the midst of your running, an orange, black winged, guinea pig with Cas’s face pops up in the middle of your path. Being the subconscious dream klutz you are, of course you trip on it. You twist your body and fall straight on your back. The guinea pig of Cas uses his miniature black wings to fly away from you.

Just as you turn your head to watch the fuzzy guinea pig leave, another noise snaps your head back to where it was.

“RAAAAAAARRRRGH!!!” Moose-Man Sam raises one of his giant moose hooves and slams it down on your face-

You sit up, cold sweat dripping off your face. You pretty much immediately regret it though. The pain on the left side of your head hurts to high heaven. You unintentionally gasp out, raising one hand to feel the damage.

“Y/N?” You’re pulled into a great big hug from a brother you hadn’t noticed sat beside you. You recognize who it is immediately.

“Sam.”

You notice you’re in your bedroom in the Bunker, soft blankets pressing against the bottom of your arms. Sam sits on the side of your bed.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to go full force on you.”

“Damn right you didn’t. I’m refereeing all your sparring matches from now on.” You hear the gruff, but caring tone of your other brother from elsewhere in the room.

“When you went down, I panicked. We couldn’t wake you up, so we brought you to your room. Dean and I were about ready to take you - what are you laughing about?”

You start laughing hard and loud. Your dream had been so crazy that to actually hear Sam and Dean sends you into a fit of laughter. You couldn’t have been laughing harder if you were sprayed with the Joker’s laughing gas.

“Y/N? What is it??” Dean sounds so confused in the corner of your room. You remember how he was up the pie tree. His voice only stirs you into a deeper laughing spree.

“What?! What’d I say??” Dean shrugs at Sam, both brothers past confusion.

“No hablo Squirrel-o!” you giggle out, quoting your dream self.

“That’s it. Sammy, we’re getting her to a hospital now.”

“Heheheheheh-owowowowowow.” Your laughing turns to painful wincing at the pain in your head. You rub your severely bruised head. “I’m fine, guys.”

Dean looks at you with more incredulity than a teacher who hears the ‘my-dog-ate-my-homework’ excuse. “Uh-huh. Sam, pick her up. I’ll warm up the car. We’re getting your head checked.”

“Ah, Dean. C’mon, man. It was one punch! I’m fine!” you protest. You start to get out of bed, but you immediately trip. Sam catches you before you faceplant on the floor.

“Woah! Yep. We’re taking you to the doctor. C’mon.” Sam hauls you up off the ground and wraps your arm around his shoulder. “Can you walk at all?”

You experimentally place one foot on the ground. “Maybe…” You slip again. “Nope.”

“All right.” Sam scoops your legs up. “What the heck was that about?” he asks you as he carries you up to the door outside.

Your head is lolling around a bit more than you’d like it to, still hurting bad. “I had the weirdest dream, man…” You half giggle when you remember bits and pieces. “I threw an ostrich at your Moose face.”

“Aaaand you’re done.”

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #144 - Coraline

Spoilers below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) Director Henry Selick is probably best known for his work as director on The Nightmare Before Christmas, but I personally think (and this may be considered blasphemy) that Coraline is his magnum opus. More on that coming up.

2) In both horror and animation, a well done score can boost the tone of the film remarkably. And composer Bruno Coulais is able to turn in a score notable for its subtlety and tone boosting. It is able to be ominous, child like, fantastical, and creepy all at the same time. That is actually a perfect way of describing this film.

3) Animation fans with eagle eyes will notice that the movers in the beginning in the film are the “Ranft Brothers”. Joe Ranft was a legendary animator, known mostly for his work at Pixar until his tragic death. His brother is a noteworthy animator too, Jerome Ranft. The movers are animated in the likenesses of the brothers (you even get a glance at a name tag reading “Jerome”), with Joe being the mover who gets the crummy tip and Jerome Ranft voicing his counterpart.

4) Dakota Fanning as Coraline Jones.

Originally posted by black-rabbit-in-winter

Coraline is not your typical animated heroine, which is exactly why she is such an amazing character. She’s a bit of a snot actually. She’s bratty, shown to be mean, overdramatic, sarcastic, winey, and it is all amazing! Because she’s not ONLY those things! She’s also fun, intelligent, clever, imaginative and adventurous. For most of the film she is at odds with her parents but she risks her film for them because, well, they’re her parents! The best way to describe Coraline is as a kid. An honest portrayal of a kid! Not totally one thing or another and not nearly as oblivious as some people may expect. Dakota Fanning (who was attached to the role when the film was meant to be live action even) is perfect in the part, able to portray all of Coraline’s qualities with wonderful ease while totally losing herself in the role. Coraline is the title character which means we - as the audience - NEED to be invested in her for this film to be any good. And the filmmakers did an excellent job making sure we were just that: invested.

5)

Coraline [after seeing The Cat]: “Not talking, huh?”

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

6) This film is a little more adult than your typical animated fare, something which is established pretty early when Coraline refers to Wybie as her stalker. It is a decision in tone and content which works wonderfully for the film.

7) Wybie.

Originally posted by bluebomb29

We don’t get to see much of Wybie in the film. Well, that’s not entirely true. We don’t get to see much of Wybie compared to CORALINE, who is the lead and is therefore in every scene except for the one that plays during the opening credits. But in the time we see him it is very clear that this is the neighborhood weird kid. And it’s done accurately too! He’s not the butt of any joke, he’s not someone who’s supposed to be a creep or a plot device. Just like Coraline, he’s an honest representation of the kids out in the world who are sort of strange.

8) Dang, Coraline can be mean!

Coraline [after someone calls for Wyborne ‘Wybie’s’ name]: “Oh I definitely heard someone, Why Were You Born.”

Like, sure the dude is sorta weird, but he’s been pretty nice so far. But that’s part of Coraline’s character, and we see that side of her go on a bit of a transformation throughout the film.

9) Film is first and foremost a visual way of storytelling and animation can do that better than live action can if done right. Through animation you are able to portray the character of things (not just your characters but places and items) through design. Through your visuals. Take this film for example: the real world is marked by a more subdued color palette and look. Everything - including Coraline’s parents - look grey, tired, and worn down. Something which creates an immediate visual conflict through Coraline, who from the very start gives off these incredible vibrant and lively colors. It is a visual conflict which is reflective of a textual one that works wonders for the film.

Originally posted by rippedheartsandbrokendreams

10) It would have been easy to make Coraline a total brat and her parents good parents who try their hardest, but Mom and Dad aren’t perfect either. Mom particularly shows us where Coraline got her attitude, sarcasm, and occasional brattiness from (and I know “brat” has negative connotations to it but I love Coraline so when I call her a “brat” I’m doing so with love because that trait is something I think is a great writing decision for her character). It also gets to the idea that a friend of mine told me once: parents are just kids who have kids. Parents don’t know what they’re doing when they have kids, they’re making it up as they go along. Which means they’re not perfect. They can get tired and impatient and mean too, and showing that in this film continues its honesty streak. That honesty - in relationships in characters - is what helps make it so great.

11) I can’t IMAGINE what animating the tunnel sequence was like.

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

I mean stop motion animation is moving something a tiny bit, then taking a picture. And you repeat that process over and over again with puppets until you have a moving image like this one. So the tunnel on its own - with the lighting and the fabric - must have been a pain to animate. But then Coraline walking through it? And jostling it around, but the animators have to make sure that jostling is perfect in every frame? I do NOT have the patience for stop motion animation, I tell you. Or the fingers. I don’t have delicate fingers.

12) The Other World.

Originally posted by disneyskellington

Going with the idea of visual conflict, there is immediately more of a peace between Coraline’s vibrant colors and the creative rainbow like Other World she finds herself in. This resolves most of the visual conflict ON THE SURFACE, but everywhere there are these black buttons. These little dark specs that just liter the world in hard to see places, things which can easily get lost in the magic of it all but are always there. Hiding in plain sight.

The Other World - both in its dream and nightmare phases - show off Selick’s wild imagination. The best animation directors have a penchant for imaginative visuals, using the medium to do things live action couldn’t (something I observed in my The Book of Life post back in November). Selick as not only animator but production designer on this film is able to create some wonderful and memorable images of dream like fantasy which makes the transition to nightmarish scenes in the back half of the film all the more powerful. It is truly wonderful.

13) According to IMDb:

The band They Might Be Giants wrote 10 songs for the movie, but a change in tone from a musical to a darker production meant that all but one was cut; a scene in which Coraline’s other father sings along with a piano features John Linnell’s voice. The band has said they will release the other songs created for the movie in other projects, including albums.

Originally posted by captainestablishment-blog-blog

14) It is worth noting that the initial dinner Coraline has with her Other Parents is more of a Norman Rockwell, classic/idyllic image than her dinner at home (in both the food served and the look of the place). This relates to the film’s almost critique (I say almost because I do not know if it was intended, but it very well could have been) on expectations vs reality. How we have let certain fantasies shape our expectations in the real world and if we find something that fits those expectations perfectly it’s probably a lie.

15) Teri Hatcher shines in this film, particularly as Other Mother. There are three sort of phases to her performance as Other Mother which I will discuss individually as they occur. The first of these is the initial encounter with Other Mother. The sweet sing-song tones filled with love and warmth which can trick someone into thinking its honesty but when you listen there is DEFINITELY something false about it. A faux kindness which can catch you off guard. No one is really that kind, that nice. That’s the face you put on for company when it’s over and not one you can sustain forever.

Originally posted by disneyskellington

16) Ian McShane as Mr. Bobinsky.

I observed in my recap for the Selick directed The Nightmare Before Christmas that the film was able to create unique characterizations within seconds of introducing us to said characters which lasted consistently throughout the rest of the film. In this film - especially with Coraline’s neighbors - the same holds true. We are able to get a sense of what kind of fun weirdo Mr. Bobinsky is within seconds of meeting him, someone who’s a bit of a nut but also a generally nice guy, and that lasts through the end of the film. Ian McShane does a wonderful job as Bobinsky and out of the three neighbors (Bobinksy and the two actresses), Bobinsky is my personal favorite.

It is also worth observing Bobinsky’s character design here. As I said before, animation tells you a lot through its visuals about a character. Small elements in Bobinsky’s design make him a bit more human than say your average Prince Charming or seven dwarfs. The ratty shirt, the unkempt body hair, the big gut. All of it gives Bobinsky not only a sense of character but a sense of realism, as life is not always as pretty as we expect. This plays DIRECTLY into Other Bobinsky’s appearances, notably how he is better dressed AND his torso is upside down. Instead of having a large stomach, he has a large chest suggesting strength. THAT is your fairytale version of Bobinsky right there and - like everything else in the Other World - it’s a lie.

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17) Similarly, the two actress neighbors of Miriam Forcible and April Spink are established as weird but lovable dog ladies as soon as we meet them.

I mentioned before how this film plays with the ideas of expectations vs reality, and that becomes pretty clear after we meet Coraline’s neighbors. This is not some fairytale for Coraline. In a fairytale Mr. Bobinsky would run an incredible jumping mouse circus, not be a vaguely crazy man trying to create a jumping mouse circus (I say with love). And the pair of Miriam and April would be elegant world famous actresses, not two washed up has-beens (I say with love). But you know what? This is EXACTLY what they are in the Other World! The fairytale versions of themselves that is meant to be exactly what Coraline wants. And just like the change in design for Bobinsky in the Other World, Miriam and April get similar beautifications.

Originally posted by hrmphfft

Now they’re as pretty as any fairytale princess with a waistline to match, because that’s the “better” version of this isn’t it? Except it’s not real. It’s a lie, meant to entrap you and keep you from having a good REAL life. I sort of love that about this film.

18)

Coraline [after Other Mother asks her to get her father]: “You mean my other father?”

Other Mother: “You’re better father, dear.”

Originally posted by gif-007

Red flag! Red flag! That’s a creepy thing to say Other Mother! (It is also here when we start noticing the fakeness of Other Mother’s nice voice.)

19) I keep mentioning how you can detect a slight hint of fakeness in Other Mother’s face. The hint is not so slight in Other Father’s voice. There’s nothing real there, nothing honest. Just fake honey that’s meant to entice Coraline. And I think that’s because Other Mother is the mastermind and she’s making Other Father BE like that. It’s a nice choice on the part of the filmmakers and actor John Hodgman I think.

20)

Other Mother [about Other ‘Silent’ Wybie]: “I thought you’d like him more if he spoke a little less. So I fixed him.”

Originally posted by gif-007

If anyone says they “fixed” a person, turn around and run like crazy away. That’s creepy.

21) Hmm, wonder which of her parents Coraline takes after…

Mom: “I did not call [Mr. Bobinsky] crazy, Coraline. He’s drunk.”

22) The. Freaking. CAT!!!!

Originally posted by aditlovesosweet

Can I just say first and foremost: I love Keith David. Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog is my favorite Disney villain of all time in no small part because of Keith David’s voice over work as the character. And his role as The Cat is just as good. I love The Cat, which is saying a lot because I’m a dog person. David is able to work with the writing and make the character both wise and mischievous but in a unique, dark, sarcastic way. He’s also the first hint of trouble and the only character other than Coraline to travel between worlds. The animators do an excellent job making sure The Cat’s characterization is clear and consistent, even when he can’t speak in the real world. He’s an excellent addition to the film and a wonderful companion to our hero.

23) Everything gets real freaky real fast.

Originally posted by somethingstirringonhalloween

Originally posted by heckyescoraline-blog

Right after Other Mother asks to put buttons in Coraline’s eyes (or, more accurately, REPLACE her eyes with buttons) this film turns into a horror film. Full on Stephen King, Poltergeist, “Stranger Things” horror! (Not that I’ve seen or read any of those things because I scare too easily.) And it is born not from jump scares or gore but from tone. The atmosphere becomes notably chilly and ominous and everything just becomes so FREAKY. THAT is why I think this is Henry Selick’s magnum opus. Because he can be as scary as he want to be!

24) For me, one of the most powerful scenes in the movie is when Coraline walks around Other World.

Originally posted by filmvisionary

The simple decision to have her walk through a white abyss then find herself back in the Other World the Other Mother created just really works for me. It’s a simple yet elegant concept.

25) Other Mother’s truer form (her true form comes later).

Originally posted by disneyskellington

This is when Teri Hatcher and Other Mother start really shining as villains. There is still an attempt to be motherly, to be warm, but the creepy factor is turned up. There’s a sick playfulness there at times as well as terrifying anger. But this form is most marked by the cold reservedness. The chilling tones the Other Mother uses when taking to Coraline about the game they’re going to play. It’s crazy freaky and I love it for that!

26) There is no scene quite as haunting or quite as sad as when Coraline talks with the ghost kids.

Through its use of haunting visuals, eerie sound design, excellent writing, and top notch voice acting from the child actors, this one scene tells you perfectly what exactly the stakes are for this film. What exactly will happen to Coraline if she can’t succeed. And it’s terrifying.

27) I did not remember this line from before and the way Coraline describes the ghost kids to Wybie had me laughing my butt off.

Coraline [about the doll]: “It used to look like this pioneer girl, then Huck Finn Junior, then this ‘Little Rascals’ chick with hair ribbons…”

I don’t know why, but something about hearing her call the kid, “Huck Finn Junior,” is just wildly funny to me.

28) The entire idea of the eyes of the dead children being hidden in the “three wonders” Other Mother crafted for Coraline is not only an excellent way of juxtaposing some of the dream like imagery from earlier with its now nightmarish quality, but it also gives plot relevance to scenes which could have easily just been entertaining and excellent eye candy (Bobinsky’s circus, the garden, and the theater scene). It helps push the writing of this film from good to great.

29) So Coraline thinks she has lost her game with Other Mother and she’s going to end up like the ghost children, when a dead rat with the last eye falls in front of her and The Cat shows up.

The Cat: “I think I’ve mentioned that I don’t like rats at the best of times.”

Coraline: “You may have mentioned it.”

I love these guys.

30) Can we just take a second to appreciate how incredibly frightening Other Mother’s true form is?

Originally posted by callerofthecrows

Teri Hatcher gets to totally let lose as an actress with this final form of the Other Mother. There’s no more fake niceness, no more hiding, no more tricks. Just sheer, terrifying villainy in all its glory. It’s so creepy and evil and I love it!

Originally posted by frankensteinsbrides

31) If you’re ever in a jam with a homicidal maniac, just do what Coraline did:

Throw a cat at the homicidal maniac.

Originally posted by halloweenmagick

32) I find the web that Coraline falls into with Other Mother perhaps the most frightening visual of the whole film. I love it.

Originally posted by horsesaround

But the way Other Mother shouts after Coraline makes her way through the door is almost equally as terrifying to me. Just the desperation and madness in her voice gives me chills.

Other Mother: “Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! I’ll die without you!”

33) It is a classic rule of suspense, an almost Hitchcockian rule (although I don’t think he invented it), that the story is never over when you think it is.

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The entire final “battle” with Other Mother’s disembodied hand, how it drags Coraline away, how Wybie has to come and save the day but it still keeps going, is all a great final horror movie moment. Just the creeping crawly uncatchable-ness of a spider and how you have to work really hard to squash it. I love that.

34) The final scene of the film resolves the visual conflict Coraline was having with the real world. Everything - hear parents, the neighbors, the flowers - is a bit brighter. A bit closer to her but not so perfectly as the Other World. Things are resolved, but everything is still in the real world. Everything is still honest and it may not be perfect, but it is a happy ending.

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It has been a while since I’ve watched Coraline so in all honesty I forgot how good it was. It is an excellent piece of not only animated filmmaking but filmmaking period. The visuals and imagination is incredible, it is truly frightening at times through its use of atmosphere and (again) the visuals at hand, the writing is top notch - ESPECIALLY when it comes to our titular lead - and the voice acting is there to match (Hatcher and Fanning being the clear standouts). It is an incredible film I think everyone should see. It’s just that good.

anonymous asked:

Hi~ I just found your blog and I'm already flat out smitten~❤v❤ I just want to request how the RFA+V and Saeran will react (and what will they do afterwards) when they saw MC wearing the "Virgin Killing Sweater" hahahaha I love you~ Keep writing~ Toodles~ Mori

thank you, cupcake <3 that means a lot to me <3 love ya more!


#when ur fckn out of touch with trends and gotta google everything 😂💘


jumin

-where tf did you even get that tho???

-at first he’s like oh sweet, what a cute sweater, but then you turn round and he just?!!!

-there is no way in hell you’ll leave the apartment like that, bc even tho jumin may seem composed and in control, he has his limits, and that sweater is his weakness

-“mc, take it off.”

-?!!!!…no, its not bc he doesn’t like it;)))))


zen

-probably bought it for you tbh

-he’s weak to how the fabric moves with your body.

-will stare for hours, and ghost his lips on your neck, and draw patterns into your back.

-it’s a game of who breaks first.

-obv zen does tho like….dang


jaehee

-deadpans “why does this exist?”

-“is it winter on your torso, but summer on your arms ???”

-is more confused than turned on tbh

-she does appreciate ya shoulder blades tho wow


yoosung

-a flustered mess

-wont even comment on it for the first hour, just avoid eye contact and cover his crotch with a pillow

-when he finnally works up the courage to comment on it, its more of a plea than an actual question

-“uh mc…..why..when did you get that?”

-pls have mercy on him


707

-probably owns one of his own tbh, as he is always up to date with internet trends

-will wear it with you, but your probs gonna end up doing the nasty with em on

-constantly slipping his hands inside the sweater to grab your ass

-lots of horrible jokes


V

-…..ok so if you were expecting him to jump you, you’re going to be dissapointed.

-he’s too much of a aesthetic whore for that

-will look at you as something beautiful, to be appreciated, and want to take aesthetic photos of you.

-of course he also finds you sexy as fuck, but like i said….he’s an aesthetic whore.


saeran

-looks like a flustered child for about 10 secs but…

-no fucking patience, or self restraint

-will just pin you again the door right away, and have you wherever is closest, be it the floor or kitchen counter, doesn’t matter.

-will probably tug on it while fucking you, so your sweater wont last long rip

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Mary vs. Soo Lin Yao (a.k.a. they knew how to make Mary sympathetic, but they didn’t)

Okay, so I was actually just drafting a different post (about how TST focuses on Mary) when I came to a realization: they knew how to make Mary’s story sympathetic. And I’m not just saying that they hypothetically could have told her story better, I’m saying that we know they are capable of this because they’ve done it before, in the form of Soo Lin’s story from TBB.

The recurring mentions of tattoos in TST was what caught my eye at first: Sherlock tells DI Dimmock that he can identify a limbless corpse based on its tattoos, for “the Circus Torso” case; later, he deduces a client’s feelings towards his Japanese ex-girlfriend based on how much effort the man had put into removing a tattoo of her name. The biggest instance of tattoos on the show was in TBB, where they were used to identify (often deceased) members of the Black Lotus.

…but hang on, wasn’t there also a secret tattoo included in Sherlock’s initial deduction of Mary?

(I’m cracking up at the lucky cat/cat lover connection, but that’s probably irrelevant. The ordering of words also suggests that Mary is “secretly clever,” or maybe has a “secret lover,” *cough*David - but anyway, the “secret tattoo” part is pretty clear.)

Beyond the tattoos, Mary and Soo Lin have quite a few things in common. Both are mysterious women with a shady past, who have managed to blend in and are currently trying to live normal lives in London:

But unfortunately, neither one can escape her past. Interestingly, although they have similar backgrounds, they are painted in different lights: Soo Lin is more of a victim than Mary is; and Mary doesn’t hesitate to leave Sherlock and John out of her plans, while Soo Lin is pretty solitary already, so it’s not really a surprise that she doesn’t confide in Andy.

Both are orphans, involved in an international criminal group (smugglers, assassins) which includes a “family” member. This brother figure comes after them, and ultimately tries to kill them.

The big difference, though, is that Soo Lin and Mary don’t fill their roles in quite the same way. Soo Lin is a Sherlock mirror (dedicated to her work, socially isolated, trying to overcome the negatives of her past), while the Sherlock mirror in TST is Ajay, not Mary. Ajay was betrayed by Mary (remember, Mary deceived Sherlock and then shot him dead), and then brutally tortured (bonus connection: he was tortured by “amo,” or love, which is the same concept that tortured Sherlock/pushed Sherlock through his own torture in Serbia).

Now, I can’t really say whether the viewer is supposed to sympathize with Ajay or Mary (I’ll admit I’m a little biased; weigh in if you’d like), but we’re definitely meant to view Soo Lin as the innocent victim. Mary is a little more ambiguous.

Judging from how the backstory was told, I got the feeling that Mary had screwed Ajay over more than vice versa; he wasn’t coming after her to pressure into rejoining the dark side or whatever, but rather to get revenge for what he perceived as her betrayal. And this, I think, it why we get the divergence in storyline:

Zhi Zhu killed Soo Lin, but Ajay didn’t kill Mary. Instead, she jumped in front of Vivian Norbury’s bullet. (This is probably because she’s a major character, and so her death had to be big, not like Soo Lin’s; it also included a very active element of self-sacrifice, while Soo Lin’s was more passive.) Ajay is killed by a minor character, and Zhi Zhu dies when John kicks the crossbow out of Sarah’s way. Interestingly, both conflicts arise from a case of mistaken identity: John is mistaken for Sherlock, setting off the whole crossbow hostage incident; Ajay mistakes “the Englishwoman” for Mary, propelling him on his mission to track her down. If you look at these two scenes, the pattern is a little more clear: Ajay and Soo Lin (the two Sherlock mirrors) become casualties earlier in the episode, in a mini-climax scene that isn’t the big confrontation; Mary and Zhi Zhu are both killed in the big climax of the episode, by a weapon that was meant to kill someone else. The roles are reversed.


TL;DR: Even though some details are different, the general outline is still the same: Sherlock and John investigates a case that turns out to be linked to an international crime group, and we hear the story from a normal-seeming woman who had managed to escape that life, but who still ends up dead due to her past involvement.

I think that this mirroring was at least partially intentional, since series 4 is full of recycled material (TLD has explicit flashbacks to ASIP; TFP feels inspired by TGG; THOB seems to be echoed in both TST and TLD), but what I find most interesting about it is that it proves that if Mofftiss wanted to show Mary in a sympathetic light, they could have easily done that. TBB shows that they know how to tell that kind of narrative. But instead, they chose to make Mary’s actions more ambiguous, and so many viewers were left feeling slightly uneasy about her character.

(a few more random connections under the cut)

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Close My Eyes (1)

Characters: Taehyung x Reader (feat. Seokjin)

Genre: zombie!au || not quite sure yet as usual

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A/N: Surprise! Welcome to my new series! Here is my take on something I’ve actually been meaning to try for a while. As always, please enjoy <3 - Admin Y


Many say that life is measured by one’s memories.

A baby’s first step – pride.

The child’s first birthday – joy.

A first failure – disappointment.

The second that follows – despair.

A hesitance before a kiss – fear.

Its passion – love.

Each individual has their own specific set of memories and the multitude of emotions that are attached with it. If memories held no meaning, they would simply be moving pictures within the mind. Despite so, memories are what are treasured above everything else.

You would do anything to preserve the memory of something – someone.

That is, however, a romanticized way of thinking of life.

From the time you are born to the time that you die, it is all a large countdown timer from the first breath to the last. Everything in between – those memories you make – they do not mean a single thing; you are unable to take them with you.

The moment you cease, so do they.

So to me, life is not measured by memories. They are measured by seconds.

And these are the last ten seconds of my life.

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villain deku ideas??
  • he’s born with a quirk thats similiar to All for One in that he can use other people’s quirks?
  • ok lemme elaboraatee on that
  • so i was thinking he was boring with like a dot on his stomach, its small, about the size of a pencil eraser and white?? everyone is like ‘well its a Quirk but we’re not sure what?? it does??’ so his parents take him home and wait
  • when hes about one he’s running around shirtless with his dad when he suddenly starts breathing fire!! at first his parents are like ecstatic because he’s inherited his dad’s quirk!!! but then they notice the dot has turned black and its growing
  • it covers his whole torso before izuku lets out a cough and suddenly he can’t breath fire anymore 
  • the dot is small and white again
  • so they find out he can ‘borrow’ people’s Quirks by sort of breathing in and swallowing near them! it only lasts a certain amount of time though and once the dot on his belly covers his torso he loses it

more under cut because this got super long….

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anonymous asked:

Hello! So far I really like your blog, very imaginative ^^ Can I request sleeping position headcanons for the RFA members with their s/o? TYSM!

Yes anon! I really like this idea! ~ This also came out rather long sO half of them are under the cut! 


Yoosung:
♥ His S/O probably sleeps in his arms, he likes being the big spoon cause it makes him feel like he’s protecting them. BUT DON’T GET ME WRONG HE ALSO LIKES BEING THE LITTLE SPOON!!
♥ Sleeps with his torso directly pressed against his S/O’s back.
♥ Sleeps with his head nuzzled into his S/O’s neck, he likes the smell of their hair so he just shOVES HIS FACE IN IT.
“S/O! What shampoo do you use, you smell absolutely … adorable!” (his s/o has no clue how they could smell ‘adorable’ but they think its cute)
♥ Legs are usually piled on top of each other, he essentially likes to consume his S/O’s body with his own.
♥ He once accidentally drooled on his S/O’s neck when they were sleeping, he woke up at 4am with his face covered in moisture and the poor boy thought it was blood cause it was so dark. He freaked out.

Zen:
♥ He likes to sleep with his S/O’s head against his chest, directly over his heart.
“Babe~ do you hear that? My heart only beats for you…”
♥ He wraps his arms around his S/O, but not super tightly, just enough to pull his S/O close.
♥ He places one leg between his S/O’s leg, he’s tall so it would get really crowded if the leg situation was any more complicated.
HE FUCKIN USES HIS PONYTAIL AS LIKE A SCARF AND DRAPES IT ON TOP OF HIS S/O.
♥ He claims it’ll keep them warm cause it’s a part of him and every part of him loves them. “My love will keep you warm.”

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spoons.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Disgustingly fluffy. Oh, and some lighthearted fondling.

Count: 900 words.


The shadows of one in the morning dance around his eyes, scrutinising, weaving through his lashes with the taunt of his firm response to your tentative request. His resolve was slowly beginning to dissolve, you could tell, pushing your lower lip out slightly further, your fingertips coming up to brush back his midnight locks of hair, but his own flashes out from beneath the sheets to wrap around your wrist, halting movement. The frown upon his features winds tighter, and you collapse forward onto his chest with an aggravated sigh.

“Please! Just this once-”

“No,” Jeongguk repeats, releasing your arm, grunting a little as it heavily slumps onto his chest beside your face. He pokes your forehead and you wriggle away. “Stop being childish, and let’s go to sleep.”

You shoot bolt right up at that, and he can see the roses flaring across your cheeks in the sliver of moonlight that slips through the separation in the drapes. Before your glistening lips even part, he desperately wishes to swallow his words that you were instantly preparing to fire back at him.

“You stop being childish!” You start and he throws the sheets over his face with an exasperated moan, only to be confronted by your face, much closer, peering at him with a combination of anger and a plea once you had pulled the fabric back away. Being pissy never gets you anywhere with him, so you retrieve the gentle approach once again, clasping his face between your palms and pressing small kisses to the firm line of his lips among your calmer words. “Jeongguk, it will only be for tonight. Plus, you always say you wake up eating my hair, so give me the chance to experience that. Have the night off from being my protector.”

He was relenting, warmed clay beneath your hands, sighing against your mouth and watching you with those endearing onyx eyes that resemble galaxies, black infinities at this time of night. He coos, soft and sweet. “I like protecting you though, baby.”

“You melt me, really,” You smile with honest affection before it itches into a small smirk, already easing your body parallel to his. “So, is that a yes?”

Jeongguk appears to contemplate for the briefest of moments, watching you before rolling his eyes, and then physically rolling himself onto his side. A silent cheer of celebration erupts within your mind, displays on your features in an elated grin as you sidle up beside him, aligning your torso against his straight spine. You press your mouth to the dip there, loosely hanging your arm over his wide girth while keeping the other tucked into your chest, legs curling and slotting together with your toes barely brushing at his ankles. A sigh of satisfaction rushes from your lungs, finally having what you want, and he chuckles, rumbling against you.

“You are so small, it feels like I have a koala latching onto my back,” Jeongguk lifts a palm to rest on your thigh, patting it idly while he laughs, making you shape your body closer to his as though you are trying to prove that you can own this new position, the role of protector – the big spoon.

“Isn’t it nice without my hair all over your tongue though?” You murmur against the fabric of his shirt, your fingertips gliding beneath and feeling the neat expanse of muscle that adorns his abdomen, drawing soothing circles that make him shudder.

“I kind of miss it,” He admits, squeezing your thigh, moving up slightly to reach the hem of your panties, where he flicks at the elastic. “I love being able to look down at you, and I can easily slip my hand between– Hey!”

“Like this?” You giggle at his reaction to your hand settling on his crotch, smoothing gently over the grey fabric of his briefs with your palm. Jeongguk groans, squirms away, only making you grab onto him and his voice chokes in his throat. “You never let me escape from this when I am the little spoon, so don’t even think about it, buddy.”

The scoff that he makes is cut off by another meek moan, your fingertip tracing the outline of him before you decidedly give it a soft pet and then relax your hand, murmuring a quiet goodnight into his back and closing your eyes. Jeongguk waits, silently listening to the sound of your exhalations evening out, until gentle snores are slipping from your chest. Ever so slowly, he moves like an eel among the bedsheets, writhing and turning both of your bodies so that he has you in the usual position of his much larger frame wrapped around your own smaller figure. His broad palms delicately find your waist, pulling it across the mattress to fit against his, and then his arms loop across your torso, mouth burying in your neck, hair on his lips and all but who damn well cares when he has the reward of holding you like this.

Your voice, judging without the contempt, laughs quietly, still with the nails of sleep latching onto its tone. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

His chuckle fans out across your neck, warmth scattering over your skin in the rise of gooseflesh, followed by his palm settling home between your thighs. To keep it warm, he would always insist.

“When it comes to you, I never can.”

A Softer World (part 3)

“So, security, huh?” he muses. “Miss ‘please-and-thank you’ is the Invincible Iron Man’s muscle?”

or

You and Bucky spar, and you reveal to him more about yourself than you planned.

Part 1  • Part 2


author: buckysbackpackbuckle

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

word count: 2749

chapter warnings: none

future warnings: sub!Bucky (occasional switch), dom!reader (occasional switch), gentle femdom, power dynamics, praise kink, title kink, breath play, hair pulling, body worship

trigger warnings: past trauma, panic attacks, simulated character death

author’s note: Starting next chapter, there will be some kind of smutty goodness in almost every installation of this fic! Yay! And also, I based the character’s backstory off of another Marvel character, Heather Douglas. She’s awesome. Look her up!

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alright but i like to think that yoongi has kind of an “obsession” with jimin’s chest?? like whenever they’d cuddle, yoongi would just lay his head on his bf’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and wishing he could turn it into a song. or whenever they hug, jimin would go on his tip toes because you know, height insecurity, so yoongi would have to face his chest so he’d just nuzzle his head into it and breathe jimin’s amazing scent. the one that makes his head dizzy. and when things would get heated, yoongi would love to bite down on the younger’s chest, leaving a few marks and visible hickeys all around it because he just loves to bite on this skin and nuzzle his face into it.