its about the ribbons make up

Hold On [S]

pairings/characters: pjm x reader

genre: smut

word count: 3.3k

summary: Things get interesting when Jimin shows up to your apartment with a mysterious paper bag.

Toy Sex

Originally posted by 9taefox

“Jagi~” he called out to you in an all to sweet voice. His honey like words slurring off his tongue as they bounced off the walls of your apartment, the desk you were working on suddenly seemed too plain for your liking. Especially when Jimin decides to pay a surprise visit.

You jump off the chair, the loose white shirt on your body being the only article of clothing on you, other than the bright pink sports bra with its neon zipper at the front that was clearly visible under the bright lights of the lit rooms.

“Ahh there you are.”

The moment you step into the room, you see a large paper bag tied together with a flimsy ribbon. It was placed on the glass coffee table that stood in the center of the room, its suspicious appearance making your skin itch with curiosity.

“What’s that Jimin?”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that now.” The way his lips curve up to a smirk as he nears you has you completely engrossed in his gaze. He was wearing a black shirt that sat loose against his body but nonetheless highlighted every muscle that adorned his body. Bright hair pushed back to frame his face in tantalizing beauty. “Just let me do it how I want”

The last few words he uttered were simply whispers, but being the only two in the room you couldn’t ignore it. His tone had implications hidden under every word and as he walked closer to you, the life was sucked out of your body as you stood gazing into his eyes.

He pushed you against the wall, the moment he felt the both of your skins touching, but his hand at the back of your head only made the collision somewhat bearable. “Tonight you’ll listen to me, and I promise I’ll reward you ok?”

You’re only able to nod your head before you feel his soft lips press against yours, your hands that were thrown beside you reach out to touch him. His lips moving in absolute rhythm against yours, his fingers slowly pushing your hair back to tuck it behind your ears before harshly pulling your hands back down. “No touching”

His little acts of loving mixed with this harsh treatment of your body had pleasure coiling in anticipation. He was rarely in such a mood, and to be honest you craved it. You craved every second of his fingers digging beautiful marks on to your skin. You craved the little bites that he left on your skin in a feeble attempt to control his own moans and you loved the feeling of your fingers threaded through his soft locks, clutching on to it every once in a while as the beautiful pastiche of pleasure and pain takes over you.

But this time, you weren’t allowed to touch.
His animalistic instincts were on full display as he ripped the shirt over your body. Only to ravish the sight in front of him. With only one piece of flimsy cloth hiding you from his hungry gaze. “Bed. Now”

His voice had gotten heavier and his eyes had gotten darker. All the while his teeth grazing the soft flesh of his lips as he commanded you around to another room. He followed you in, carrying the bag that he had in his hands before stopping right in front of the bed.

“Sit down”

He orders, and quickly follow suit. He leans forward pressing a soft kiss. Your heart skips a beat, you look up to him, your mouth slightly ajar, his eyes scan your face for some sort of hint as to how you feel about it.

Sitting down on the bed next to you. He picks your chin up to look at him, for a moment you saw the flash of the loving and caring Jimin, but that thought was shoved to the back of your mind the second you feel the light clink of the metal against the hard wood of the headboard. It’s cool surface glittering the expanse of your skin with goosebumps.

The blushed carmine of the silk stood against your skin and for Jimin the sight in itself was too beautiful to handle and he swore he could’ve come just by the image of you sprawled out like this.

But that would just kill the fun.

He wanted to pleasure you, sure. But he wanted to get his own fun out of it. The black blindfold sat comfortably in the bag beside him, and so did his little surprise.

Slow and sexy, filled with confidence.

That’s what his voice would’ve conveyed to any girl in this world. The way his raspy voiced called out your name every now and then looking for silent confirmation as he fumbled with the fabric. A smirk garnered on his sculptured face, it’s not long before that he brings out the blindfold.

Slowly slipping it over your eyes, his finger tips brushing against your skin as he gently places it down securing it in place.

“Don’t even think of taking it off this time”
The last few times Jimin had blindfolded you, you managed to take it off by the end of it, only to gawk your eyes at his delicious body. So you had to fight against your instincts and keep them on, for the sake of finding relief to the built up tension he caused in a matter of minutes.

Jimins hand cups your cheek as he lays over you, kissing you will full force. His sudden need for dominance turning you on even more, happily submitting to him. His knees bent on either side of you, one hand slides along the side of your body, stopping to give your breast a quick squeeze before lacing his fingers along your side.

You bring your tied hands up in search of Jimins muscular chest. Running gentle hands over his picks, then up to is shoulders, resting looped around his neck. Jimin starts to pull his lips away from yours, but not before he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a little tug and suckle as warning.

The hand that was sliding down your side now rests between your thighs now completely stood off you. You could sense nothing but emptiness, that is before his fickle touches on the inside of your thighs seemingly woke you up.

“Remember last time darling?”

Hell do you. Last time it was a wreck. The bed actually moving under you as he pounded his way into you loud enough to get the neighbors out and complaining. It was a week of embarrassed blushing as you kept thinking back to it. The both you deciding to keep it down low for the next month but here you were again.

“Don’t make any noise this time..”

You couldn’t see him, the blindfold restricting all of your vision; but you knew for a fact that he got rid of his own shirt which was signified by the small thud against your wooden floors. You could perfectly imagine him in all his glorious beauty. His lightly tan chest that felt so right under your fingertips as blood breeches through its carmine scars.

But instead of feeling his weight over you, you just hear shuffling from the paper bag.

There’s more?

For a good minute you still couldn’t feel anything, but this time you couldn’t hear anything either. Just your breaths mixed with the soft music playing in the background.
That’s before his fingers slip back on to your skin, trailing their way upwards your thighs soon followed by his lips. Your body shivered from his touches but it just wasn’t enough. His hands found abode on your still clothed breasts, slowly zipping the bra off from the front before pushing it aside.

Lace bras were sexy, but Jimin just had a thing in seeing you wrapped up in all the straps and zips that your sports bras had. But you were never one to complain, since he’d always make the best of it. Always taking it off slowly, only to ravish your body completely.

And that’s exactly what he was doing. After a few minutes of just playing around with your mounds, his lips felt a bit out of place and started kissing up and down your body before settling on your already perked nipple. His teeth dragging across it’s soft skin before softly sucking on it. Your back arched off the bed melting into the feeling of his tongue lewdly working on your breasts all the while mumbling how good it felt. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more and you needed more. But you didn’t want to beg.

So as he would have it, he slipped his hands off your body, letting your right nipple fall from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and at that moment you could feel him stare you down. Your chest was heaving up and down from trying to struggle against the silks that held you down and touch him just once. But your struggle was only in vain.

Minutes passed but he did nothing, absolutely nothing and you swear to god it ticked you off.
“Jimin please do something” you gritted through your teeth.

“Why?” He asks lifting his body from your body. His question got you off guard. You usually didn’t have to do much with Jimin, but he was going to tantalizingly slow. The way he kissed your skin got you riled up, but he didn’t even bother touching your heat.

Your bit down on your lip as he moved one of your thighs over one of his shoulders, murmuring a slew of curses under your breath as you felt him work up your inner thigh with open mouthed kisses and messy licks until his lips closed themselves around your little nub, swollen with arousal and almost making you jump up in sensitivity when he gently sucked on it. He had no issue with, considering how he proceeded to practically bury his face into your heat, his tongue licking stripes up your slit until it curled around your clit again, teasing the hell out of you.

“Does it feel good baby?” He asks, the slow rumble of his words amplifying the pleasure that buried deep itself within you.

But before you could answer, you heard it. The small buzz of a noise which for a second you couldn’t comprehend, but when it rang louder this time your mouth was left hanging open with a little ‘fuck’ you hear his soft chuckle, before his fingers lift your chin to meet his lips half way in the air.

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. His lips wet probably from the constant licks that he snuck in from time to time as he watched you squirm. He kisses you again, getting you completely lost in nothing but this feeling and just how much you wanted to touch him. That is before the wind practically gets knocked out of you.

You feel the vibrations skimming against your skin, making your body tremble and your voice whimper. You pull away from his kiss just to reach out for a desperate breath of air letting a wanton moan take over the silence that had inevitably consumed the room.

“I’m going to go easy baby, you just have to hold it in for me. Alright?”

“Jimin.. fuck” you stutter when you feel the vibrations increasing. The slow pace it once adopted soon picked up, more aggressive against your throbbing clit.

“Hmmmm I didn’t hear you right?”

You could’ve broken the head board and knocked that confident air out of him, if you weren’t a moaning mess yourself. The vibrations increased itself slowly and you only moaned louder. The black ties holding you back. But Jimin didn’t even try to stop the grunts that escaped his lips every now and then purely from the sight of seeing you worked up without him actually doing anything. You were dripping with pleasure running down your thighs, possibly staining the sheets of your bed.

You feel him run a finger up your thigh, with a soft ‘tsk’ at hand. “Couldn’t even hold out that long”

“Can- You Stop- Teasing?” You breathe out, completely frustrated and absolutely done with his tactics. He laughs at your anger but doesn’t leave you hanging for long, as he leans down, his lips pressing against yours as he slowly takes control over you. His body over yours, his hands beside your head and all you can feel is his clothed thighs rubbing your exposed heat. He set to teasing again, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with kissing him and struggling against the ties you surely would’ve given him a piece of your mind.

But there’s still a way you can have your fun. Instead of letting Jimin take lead, his lips brushing against yours as he tries to devour you in rough and raw desire. You bite down on his lower lip, giving it a gentle tug, possibly taking him surprise. There’s a short click of disapproval and you know, you’ve probably reached his last straw.

He had absolutely no patience and that’s what you’re going to use against him.

“What’s wrong Jimin?” You breathe out trying to sound as confident as possible. Trying your best to get him to actually just give in and fuck you senseless. But other than a sigh of frustration there was absolutely nothing. Again.

“It’s not going to be so easy” he whispers

beside your ear, possibly having leaning forward but your lack of vision made it difficult to guess. You could feel his hardened length on your thighs and all you could wonder was how had he managed to hold out so long. “I am going to need you to stop this.”

“Do as I say, or I promise darling I can make it torturous” as he uttered those words there was the soft thud of something hitting the floor. If you hadn’t dealt with this situation before you would’ve been clueless. But that was him stripping down before your blacked out sight and lord would you kill to see it.

But you got what you wanted.

Without a warning, he pounced on top of you, lips attacking the already charted skin of your neck in beautiful blooms of crimson crescents. You couldn’t help but moan louder as he kept on suckling at that one spot that drove you crazy, along with his fingers that rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. You felt the way his cock twitched in between your thighs, but you knew that he was trying to test you and himself. But how much longer?

“Jimin, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me now and leave this- act. I am not going to–”
“Not going to?” He challenges almost, still continuing with his ministrations that has your body squirming under him. With your little squeaks and long drawn out moans the room consumed itself in what Jimin presumed to be the sweetest of musical pieces. He didn’t even start pounding you into daylight and you were already a moaning mess.

Today was not your day, usually by threatening him you could’ve had your way. But he just wouldn’t budge. Jimin wanted to hear you beg. He wanted your ego to crumble in his hands. He wanted you to submit under his will. If tying you up and denying you from sweet relief is what it takes, looks like Jimin got there.

“Jimin. Please– fuck. I” you muttered trying to push yourself further down the bed, which obviously wasn’t well accepted by Jimin, considering his hand held you down by your waist not minutes after rendering you motionless.

“Say it again” he demands, and with a small click it started again. The vibrations suddenly picking speed, after only coming to a stop a while ago. Your body squirmed from sensitivity. Your breathing staggered and you could feel heat rush to your cheek. Not a while longer and you would’ve come under.

“Please… Jimin don’t.”

“Be - more - specific” he growled.
“Jimin, just fuck me please” you manage to squeak out.

That’s all it took him. He just wanted to hear you beg for him. The fact that you had so easily given into him only stroked his ego. But before you could comprehend anything, he thrusted into you, all the while biting down on the skin. The bruises were smeared with streaks of violets the red fading to a soft burgundy almost. His thick cock stretched with absolute deliciousness. The beautiful miscellany of pleasure with a sting of pain that felt oh-so-right. The way he slowly pushed through you, before pulling away as if starting with the teasing all over again.

But instead his hands grip on to your waist, well one hand. The other moving to fiddle with something on the bed. But all you care about is the deep thrusts that seem to be hitting you in just the right spot. Your body letting itself unravel under his sudden moves, each time your legs threatening to close shut but one strong hand held you down.

Your throat hurt from all the loud groans that you tried to hold back, each syllable of incomprehensible words you tried to stutter only mixing in with Jimins own grunts.

He picked pace, having dropped low enough to brush his lips over yours but just not kissing them. Rather, deciding to softly breathe over your lips as he rocks his body back and forth. The combined pleasure from the vibrator that was still pressed up against your clit, making it throb from oversensitivity and his thick dick that fucked you just hard enough to make it feel good.

You lost sense of everything around you, all you could feel was Jimin and how amazing it felt with the little toy doing its work on your body all the while as Jimin takes his time. But even the breaching blood from your assaulted lips couldn’t drag you back to reality, as you little specks of white covered the blank expanse of your vision, your body pulsing from the sensation of euphoria as you squeeze around Jimin as he tries to ride you through your high. The feeling was too intense, leaving you completely breathless and knocked out. But the pain didn’t subside, over stimulation swimming through every vein in your body as Jimin tries to reach his own high.

Their was a soft tinge of pain but it felt oh so delicious as he bit down on your skin again. You knew he would last long, but you couldn’t help but still grunt with every thrust. This pain that had settled tasted bittersweet and although you wanted it to stop, you reveled in its bliss.
“Y/N..” he moaned not long after. As his cock twisted within your already tight heat; you couldn’t feel your body all sensations having been drawn out. You could only feel Jimin, and hear his growls as he thrusts a few more times. His hit come filling you up deliciously against your sore body. As he pulls out gently, switching off the toy at the same time.

Your body relaxes, still tied up. Chest heaving up and down your eyes still shut close. Both of you breathless and exhausted from this impromptu work out.

“You were on the pill weren’t you?” He asks out of nowhere, causing you to open your eyes with a soft giggle. He reached forward to untie you, letting your hands fall against his small palms, completely limp from too much “work”

“Don’t worry, I’m definitely not risking a mini Jimin running around the house anytime soon” you whisper as he pulls you against his body, before softly laying down on the soft pillows.

“We can’t have a mini me if you’re going to be screaming so loud” He replies curtly, only after snuggling next to you a split second later.

“The neighbours are sooo complaining this week”

We find the dead possum beneath
our breakfast spot on the front porch,
that same spot we call “ours” and still
eat at, each morning, separately. We
find it there and then
find a way to make it about Us.

Its tongue is un-muscled,
dangling from its dry mouth, with no
tendon, no rope, to keep that flesh pink,
that pretty color, in a world with no decay.
A mouth with no life. And though we are not
honest to ourselves,
the stench only becomes sacred
when we give it our name. The
snakes coiled up sleeping in our
throats rattle and unhinge, blooming.
We cannot make ourselves
peel it off the porch, its once-body gone
to ribbons of what was once called a body.
What leaks from the matted toughness
of skin, now collapsing in tufts, is
last night’s conversation or
better yet
last night’s bedroom.

Fact: possums smell like the dead
even when they are still alive.

Fact: this defense was carefully

Fact: possums play dead so well
sometimes their bodies
believe them, too.

The course-skinned corpse smiles,
its teeth: shells so far beneath the surface
it is almost calm as they tell you
that you cannot swim back up in time.
That your lungs are already empty of air.
Its mouth makes hilarity of reminding
us it is dying
by waiting
until we cannot take
the stench anymore.

Fact: I cannot take the stench anymore.
And yet,
you bring the body into our bed
and say you love it.
But I wake up
every morning to find it
folded up, too small. Folded like
‘take this shit back’
in the throat of our closet.

We keep it, like this:
in this home
we have decided
it deserves.

—  “In the Last Months, When We Still Call it Love” by Emma Bleker

anonymous asked:

Hi! Blast from the past, do you happen to still recall the steak prep recipe(with the brine and newspaper) you made in a LRR video ages upon ages ago? I really enjoyed it a few years back-and as my three year run of vegetarianism is coming to a close I figured I'd pull it out again. The video looks like it's no longer up. Thanks for all you do. <3

Transcribed Verbatim by Alex Steacy From The Von Hoffman Bros’ “Big
Damn Book Of Sheer Manliness”
-Please distribute and enjoy!

Macon’s Politically Incorrect Salt Steak

This recipe involves more than a modicum of showmanship and is
guaranteed to command the attention of your guests. For maximum
effect, have them scrub up and get involved with the preparation.

But first, a word about your dinner guests. If your friends are the
type who stew over the sodium content of their Diet Cokes, who cringe
at the fat content in a Caesar salad, who fret knowing that their
Bordeaux contains sulfites, who wouldn’t dream of using real butter on
a baked potato, who use ground turkey when making a batch of chili…
If this describes your peer group, then the first order of business is
to go out and cultivate a more lively set of friends!

When you succeed in Befriending that gang who savors a good single
malt before dinner, accompanied by a generous portion of cheese,
followed by a sumptuous repast dripping with rich sauces and a variety
of wines, topped off with a good cigar and a snifter of cognac… now
you’re ready to pull out the salt steak! (Contrary to popular belief,
your new friends may have a greater life expectancy because they spend
much less time worrying about chicken shit.)


1 Large sirloin steak, 1-½ to 2 inches thick (porterhouse is also
nice!); the larger the piece of meat, the better, as it decreases the
salty outside to tasty inside ratio

6 sheets of newspaper, no color print (we prefer the Wall Street Journal)

1 Large bowl of kosher rock salt

1 Jar whole pepper corns

2 Jars Lawry’s lemon pepper

1 Bottle Worcestershire sauce

1 Jar of Grey Poupon mustard

1 roll of masking tape

10-pound  bag of Kingsford charcoal

Start by laying your fire. The biggest risk is not using enough
charcoal (more on this later). Your charcoal bed should be at least 6
inches thick (leave the grill off after you light the fire).

After you’ve got the fire started (and you’ve replenished your
favourite beverage), mix the spices (rock salt, pepper corns and lemon
pepper) together in a big bowl. Lay the six sheets of newspaper open,
and plunk that hunk of beef down in the middle o it. Open the jar of
mustard, and slather one side of the meat with a ¼-inch-thick layer
of it [1] (your friend’s eyebrows should raise perceptibly at this

Next, grab several handfuls of the spice mixture, and plaster it to
the mustard. You should have enough spice on there so that you won’t
get any mustard on your hands. Then dump enough Worcestershire on
there to color the whole thing brown. [2] Carefully turn the steak
over and repeat on the opposite side.

When you’ve finished making a mess of this beautiful piece of meat,
wrap it up in the paper, and secure with masking tape [3] (try to
cover as little area as possible with the tape-think of the ribbon on
a Xmas present). When the bundle’s secured, immerse the whole thing in
your bucket of water [4]-your guests should be howling by now!

Replenish your drink, and tell a few dirty jokes while you wait for
the fire to reach its peak. Let the bundle soak.

When the fire has reached its zenith-and your Weber is about to
melt-pull the soggy package from the bucket, squeeze out the excess
water, and throw it directly on the coals (pray that the fire does not
go out!)

Depending upon the size-of-fire to size-of-bundle ratio, allow about
10 minutes on each side. The paper should dry out, and be on the verge
of catching fire.

When the bundle is looking good and charred, [5] rescue it from the
fire, and (using your now-empty bucket) remove the paper and scrape
all the mustard and spices off the meat. The steak at this point has
been partially steam cooked, and will have a sickly white appearance

Put the grill back on your kettle, and brown the steak for 3-5 minutes
per side. When it looks like an edible piece of beef again, [6] slice
into ¼-inch-thick strips and serve. If you’ve done it right, the
steam from the newspaper has traveled through the spice layer and
impregnated the meat with flavour while retaining the juices-a
marvellous little example of applied physics.

Be careful not to overcook it though-there'as a fine line between a perfectly seasoned piece of meat and a salt lick. Good luck!


The closed curtains are glowing in the sun shining behind them, tincturing the room with a dull tone of orange. The rotating fan is fanning my lazy feels. I turned around to look at him and he is still in deep sleep. This is why I love Sunday mornings. I can watch him sleep. I am left alone in my world to admire him. I can hear his soft breaths serenading me. I start with his sharp jaw line that makes me go weak on my knees.

After caressing his bearded cheeks, I trace the contours of his gaping mouth and then plant a kiss on his nose. I see his half closed eyes and the eyeballs moving rapidly under them. Is he dreaming about me? I gently stroke his uneven eyebrows and then slowly tap the eyes shut. I love doing that. I see his long, slender and perfectly sculpted fingers resting on his pillow. Is this why he can make such beautiful ribbons on his A’s or the puffy bows on his B’s or those winding curves on his G’s in his letters? I see his ruffled hair and my fingers climb up to the black fields on his head. As I move through them I marvel over how ravishing its insides must be for all the beautiful words he writes to me can’t be a work of something mediocre. I wish of delving into the intricacies and intimacies of his thoughts that transform into words he pens but it’s a pity that I see the vestiges of his brilliant mind only through his words.
Now when I think of it, it were his words I fell in love with first and perhaps, it were his words that made me fall for him.

Like a magician smoothly conjuring up a pigeon out of thin air, he spun a world with twiddle of his words so effortlessly. Once I entered it, I knew I wanted to be there for all the times to come. I wanted to be a part of his creation. I wanted to be his muse for rest of my life. But it was becoming the love of his life which was much more magical. He was my windfall.

Crossing all the miles between us, his handwritten letters would arrive at my doorstep every now and then; and my heart would fly to him jumping over all those numerous milestones after reading each letter.

In my moments of self-loathing and despair, his words would lull my heart into sleep. I never knew I could look so beautiful, but the words he adorned me with made me fall in love with myself. Like the greens of mountain complimenting the purple blooms all over it in spring, like a quenched thirst in a summer rain, like an impromptu dance in a monsoon evening, like a road decked with fallen leaves in varying shades of chrome in an autumn morning and like the warmth of a bonfire in a wintery night, I found the solace and joy, I searched for, in his words. Often, when I am all by myself, I catch myself smiling unconsciously for all his words lodged in my subconscious.

Though the courtship years are gone, I still find glimpses of his writings; the sweet nothings on a sticky note on the fridge when I return from a hectic day at work, or a text after midnight when he is busy working in another room or a draft in my laptop blinking at me after a fight between us.

He breaks away in between kisses to say me how much he loves me. He pulls me into a back hug and whispers in my ears what I mean to him. On the night of our anniversaries, we nestle up on the bed and he reads out a letter for me. In those times, I get confused about what should I concentrate on, the beautiful words he wrote for me or his dulcet voice crooning those words and sending jitters in my ears.

Sometimes I feel so lacking and inadequate in front of him. I can’t stop wondering if I am showing him my love in every possible way like he does. With the pages of calendar turning so fast, ruminations about our lost moments of love are rife in my head. Am I making enough memories with him? Am I laughing a little harder with him? Do I love him a little more with each passing day?

I hope our lifetime lasts much longer so that I can fill his heart with infinities of my love for I am already soused with his love.
May be I should write him a letter today. But before that, I pull up his arms up and snuggle myself to him. Let me sleep some more time in this paradise.

~Tapaswini Dash #Fanpost ( via heartbeats) 💕( cr:- The storyteller )

( again here it is , these posts leave my speechless )

With the announcement of the official Frozen 2 release date the other day, I’ve been thinking a lot about what most of us in the Kristanna fandom are hoping for in the sequel. Most of our wish lists include Kristoff and Anna kissing, singing a duet (which actually came true!), getting married, or at least getting engaged…

But has anyone thought about them having a fight? Not like the flirty bickering they did before; I’m talking about a real fight, where they could be so mad they would refuse to talk to each other for a little while. Not the most romantic thing to wish for, I know, but think about it:

1. It would give a realistic look at how no relationship is perfect. There will always be disagreements and arguments in real life, and this could teach the audience a proper way to handle them.

2. A fight could give them some amazing character development, whether it’s a peek into one of their pasts, or just a clearer explanation for their way of thinking and who they are…If that makes sense.

3. When they make up, there would have to be fluff. And I don’t know about you, but romantic fluff after a couple fights is much more satisfying that fluff on its own.

Desperate Times

Rated-Teen, Fluff/Humor, Ladynoir

Ladybug stared at the tiny figure standing on the palm of her hand in complete shock. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” she said.

Chat Noir scratched the back of his head. “Guess I wasn’t quick enough. What do we do now?”

“We? Chat, you’re sixteen centimeters tall! If I lost sight of you, even for a moment, you could get stepped on. You’ll have to sit this one out.” Ladybug set her partner down on a nearby bench, before turning her attention back to the akuma.

Only, it wasn’t there.

“Where’d it go?” Ladybug scanned the nearby area, but the akuma was no where in sight.

“Must be going after Chloé,” Chat said as he attempted to climb off the bench. “A little help?”

Ladybug sighed and walked over to him, holding out her hand so he could climb onto her palm. “Fantastic. I wonder how many akumas this makes that were caused by Chloé?”

“Twelve, I think. But that’s not the problem right now.”

“You’re right. We need to find Chloé before the akuma does. I wonder where she would be this time of day?”

“We could always try Le Grand Paris,” Chat said, pointing in the direction of the hotel. “Doesn’t she live there?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Ladybug was about to grab her yo-yo when she realized something. “How am I supposed to carry you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to accidentally drop you in case the akuma attacks and I don’t want to just leave you behind.” Ladybug contemplated her options when a thought struck her. “My hair ribbons.”

“What about them?”

Ladybug pulled out one of her ribbons and her hair fell across her neck. “Tie this around your waist. Make sure it’s a secure knot.”

“Okay.” Chat sounded reluctant, but did as she asked. “Is this good?”

Ladybug smiled and picked up both ends of the ribbon, Chat swinging back and forth as she did so. She brought the ribbon up to her neck and tied the two ends securely together. “There. Now I don’t have to worry about you getting lost.”

“M-my lady?” Chat called out to her. “Are you sure about this?”

“It’s fine. Just keep your hands and feet where I can see them. Now, hold on.”

They managed to make it just in time to catch the akuma off guard. Ladybug knocked the akuma’s weapon out of its hands, but was unable to reach the object containing the tainted butterfly. Luckily, Chat Noir’s staff still worked and he was able to knock the sparkly barrette from the akuma’s hair. Ladybug crushed it under her foot.

After all was said and done, and Chat Noir was returned to normal size, the two congratulated each other on another job well done.

“Well, my lady, it’s been an honor,” Chat said, a pink tinge peeking out from underneath his mask. “I-I need to go now.”

Ladybug knew she shouldn’t but really couldn’t help teasing the poor kitty. “What’s the matter, Chat? You look a little flustered there. Everything alright?”

“I’m fine! Perfect! Wonderful! I’ll be seeing you around, or well…” He trailed off, scratching his neck nervously.

Ladybug smiled and winked at him. “Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the ladybugs bite.”

He turned bright red. “You-you too! Good day, no, night! Goodnight, my lady!”

Ladybug watched his retreating back and giggled. “Sweet dreams, kitty.”

Mysteries are Not to be Solved

He plucks the cigarette from your hand, twirls it between his lithe fingers and brings it to his mouth. A long drawn out breath, his vacancy begs for fulfillment. You watch his ribs open like flower petals. 

“You should stop smoking,” he tells you and smiles ironically at the withered cig still dangling off the ridge of his knee. “It’s bad for you.”

“Why do you do it?”

Sehun holds the stick between his teeth, leans over, ruffling your hair, laughing when you scowl. “Little girls shouldn’t be asking questions.”

“Stop treating me like I’m ten. I’m only two years younger than you.”

“Which makes you practically a fetus.”

“Please,” you reach over and pull it from his teeth, extracting an impatient sigh. “I’m not going to listen to you.”

He turns toward you and—


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anonymous asked:

Do you have any jaderose/jadekan headcanons that you could share! I just feel like those are under appreciated ships!

OHH they really are!! they really are……i luv them… sorry if these arent Original headcanons as much as they are #concepts but w/e i love them…..


  • jade and rose reinvent the squiddles series together and create squiddle plushies 2.0….rose figures out how to maximize the amount of Tangle per tangle buddy and jade does the math to make it a reality. they fall asleep on top of each other in their squiddle pile and jade drools everywhere while rose snores loudly
  • roller derby girlfriends. jade is gardenGnawstic and rose is tentacleTherapissed. im bad at derby names. rose is a pivot and jade’s a jammer. they kiss and get ice cream after every game
  • writing horrendous fanfic about wizards and their animal companions
  • jade is extremely tall and rose only comes up to like. under her chest
  • jade would make a really cute letter with lots of dog stickers and pick flowers for her and ask rose to be her gf. rose is like oh shit i planned to ask you first and is playfully fake-upset by it. jade’s all smiles
  • they would take pictures of each other all the time. also rose puts on jade’s glasses and pulls a face, and sets it as jade’s wallpaper on every device she owns
  • pet ownership


  • they plant flowers and herbs and trees and fruit together in the new world they created and try to cook what they grow together. its a disaster
  • kanaya makes jade a sunhat with a green ribbon and holes for her fluffy dog ears and advises her to wear it. jade’s all “oh my god kanaya i grew up on a sunny island you dont need to WORRY about me…..” she wears it
  • jade designs a more aerodynamic, functional chainsaw
  • they would program stuff together. kanaya doesnt understand it all except naming the variables silly stuff but she has fun
  • heated discourse over the twilight series. kanaya rewrites it as per jades suggestions and the vampire and the werewolf are happy together
  • bad karaoke duets. i dont care if its ooc i just love the idea of them singing together and dancing together too. kanaya can’t dance very well but dips her and twirls her (thanks to porrim’s teachings)
  • jade can bench press her. also every time jade kisses kanaya early on in their relationship it makes kanaya blush A Whole Lot. shes so happy and lucky

this got long….also combine all of them into an ot3 for another amazing concept….tysm for the ask!!!! it was fun coming up with things!

Im sorry if you logged in hoping to have some fun and reblog nice stuff but do not ignore Ferguson. Even if you’re not from USA, this is the world we live in, and it’s up to us to fucking change it. Here on tumblr we just go into our own bubble and blog about god know what but for once take action, make this matter, do not brush this off. this is life and death, this is our fucking future.

Bucky: Birthday

Okay so this is about Buckys birthday. Goodness he’s old. Also the dinosaur I reference is a Pachycephalosaurus
& i know they’re technically omnivores but whatev.

Also this is after civil war but purposely ignoring the ending that I won’t speak of. They’re all together and happy but the team has grown, thats what i’m talking about.

You’d been working on it for weeks. Pressuring Tony to keep his mouth shut or else, but also to help you because this was not something you knew anything about. And now it was done!

You let out a squeal as you took in the small item, dancing around the table it rested on joyously. He was going to love it. And even if he didn’t, as if he’d ever show you he didn’t. You picked it up, cradling it gently before tucking it into the box you’d carried all the way to the small lab (the small lab being for guests and people that aren’t Tony and Bruce to play around in).

You skipped your way out the room, practically jumping off the walls, trying to hide your excitement.

“Oh! Whatcha got there?” Peter asked jovially as he appeared beside you.

“A surprise.” You answered, countenance going steady and serious for the three moments it took to speak before you skipped a step.

“For me? Who for? That’d be so weird if you got me a gift, I mean, we don’t know much of each other but it would be a great opener to our future friendship. Can I see it?” He rambled slightly and you nodded with him, only to shake your head hard.

“You can’t see! Also, it’s not for you.” You put firmly and he nodded understandingly.

“That makes sense.”

“It’s ready?” Wanda asked happily, eyes peeking at the box where it sat on your desk, surrounded by a field ball.

“It is. And you can’t see it unless you look in my mind, which by all means do. But I’m not taking out of the box and no one is touching it until its time. I won’t risk the little thing.” You grimaced as you looked at it, worried it would fall apart any second. Then your eyes shifted to the Spiderman softie you’d bought just the other day especially for Peter. A gift would be a great way to begin the new friendship.

“And the Spiderman is for Peter? How come I have never received a gift from you?” Wanda asked accusingly and you laughed.

“Your gift is my love.” You replied soothingly to hide your slight guiltiness.

“You give your love to Bucky yet he still gets a gift.” She whined slightly and you chuckled.

“That’s because no one has really celebrated his birthday in say… 60 years? I don’t know. I sorta don’t want to know how old he really is. Whatever, you get me.” You grinned and she wilted, nodding and sighing.

“It is true; he does deserve a gift. He has been so good, not killing anyone.” She teased and you wacked her arm, but laughed along with the joke.

“Not like we can claim much the same.” You mused, recalling the times you just hadn’t been able to save the strangers caught in the crossfire. “But come your birthday, I will get you the greatest gift ever.”

Your brighter tone shook her from the melancholy trance and she gave you an adoring look, her palm taking hold of yours till your fingers were linked.

“Stevie!” You whined, dragging out the word.

“No, Y/N. He doesn’t want a party. He can’t get drunk anyway, so he’d be nervous and uncomfortable the entire time. You know he hates it when people stare at him.” Steve reasoned and you felt your face pinching up grumpily.

“I know that! But it’s been so long and he’s been so good!” You grumbled, face still scrunched.

“What’d you do?” Bucky asked the Captain, coming around the corner and taking in your face.

“Nothing.” You bit out savagely, and Bucky seemed to startle at your tone. He made an unsure and questioning noise, eyes still on you and you sighed. “Sorry, Buck. Nothing. I gotta go.”

You placed a palm on his shoulder as you passed him, his own hand reaching up to touch it quickly, before you let go and were gone from the room.

You’d never been in Buckys room before. Never needed to, and never really wanted to. It was as private as his space could be and you didn’t want to ruin that safe zone of his by tromping on in there. But now you had to. You couldn’t just… Hand the gift to him. That’d be embarrassing and desperate and it would have all kinds of connotations that you just did not want to think about.

Instead, leaving it in his room with a small note and a ribbon, then it was a surprise and he could react however he wanted with no one watching. It would all be fine. And then if he didn’t want to bring it up, he didn’t have to. Perfect idea.

You grinned as you settled the small dinosaur, one of its legs now made of plated metal, just like his arm on his desk, the ribbon around the things neck. You quickly placed the card next to it, both as personal as you could make it without being too sappy or making things you didn’t want acknowledged known. It was as personal as it could be while being as impersonal as you could make it.

Without looking back or thinking twice, you raced out the door, slamming it shut and went in search of the Winter Soldier. Just because you had to hide the gift didn’t mean you had to hide your in person birthday wishes.

“Friday! My dearest, where is Buckland?” You asked, voice going deep and filling with a lordly tone.

“He’s in the kitchen, Miss Magnitude.” The robot answered wearily and you grinned.

“Pop pop, my friend. Pop pop.”

“Bucky!” You shouted as you neared the kitchen, moving at a run. “Bucky!”

When you cleared the door you could see him already on his feet, expression filled with worry, to then transform into confusion.

“Happy birthday Bucky!” You laughed, dragging the words out as you kept running, launching yourself at him. You didn’t see his expression, likely blind in the excitement, but you felt him catch you and stagger slightly, making a soft oof noise.

You wrapped yourself around his person, whispering excitedly. “Happy birthday Jamie, I’m sorry you’re so old and still so young but I hope today is perfect and you enjoy it all and that everyone wishes you a happy birthday. So happy birthday buddy.”

Then you released him, dropping to the floor and giving him a golden grin at which he hesitantly returned.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He breathed and your chest puffed happily.

“I won’t make much further of a deal out of it, I know you’d rather not have all the attention.” You conceded, backing away as your cheeks went slightly pink, before skipping out the door, throwing a final look over your shoulder to see him smiling to himself, expression light.

“You gave me a dinosaur with a metal leg. The dinosaur I broke.” He stated quietly to you, obviously wanting this to be an aside conversation, the kind the others didn’t know of.

“It’s you. Just like the geode. You’re old and you have a metal limb and you look like a T-Rex killer but you’re actually just a herbivore. And you’re hard headed. And super cool and super cute. Both of those too. It’s just like you.” You grinned before it faltered. “Probably something I’d like as a gift more than you’d like as a gift but you’re so special and if I have to force you to see that, I will. As long as you see it.”

Bucky blinked at you, his expression tight before melting into something much softer. The kind of looks you’d seen on Tonys face every time he saw Pepper. An inability to understand, but not minding. Not what you expected at all, but it didn’t matter.

“Thank you. I liked it.” Bucky inserted roughly and you beamed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before he pulled you in for a hug. He did. “Really, thank you.”

You felt your eyes well up as you buried your face into his shoulder before the two of you let go. You quickly punched his pec, hair curtaining your face, muttering something about him being a big softie before you exited at top speed.

I think i covered all the things i needed to clear up at the top. which probably wasn’t smart but whatever. Also idk how well edited this is I’m on my phone and should’ve posted it before I went out and I’m too lazy to go through it like I should.


Beauty and My Geek Chapter 11 part 2

Amy is the school’s troublemaker while Karma is shy and in advanced classes. Will they be able to make it through the ups and downs and prove that opposites really can attract? 

I literally wrote this in my head throughout all of my classes today and I’m extremely proud of it. 

Thought of this chapter because my birthday is this week, so have fun with this one! Enjoy! (Also I made up a birthday for Karma so…yeah)

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anonymous asked:

I really like your work! Good job!!~ As we all know, Valentines is coming up! 8)) {Kuroo, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi}'s reaction to their S/O saying that they are too busy to meet during the entire week including Valentines, but appearing at the boys doorstep when it's almost midnight on Valentines, chocolate in hand, face red and panting from running over! ("Did I make it in time???") Thank you!!

“In time for what? I was just about to get into bed, but since you’re here now you can come join me!” Kuroo winked and his S.O. smacked him with what little strength they had left. “So, what’s going on ____? It’s past your bedtime.” They huffed and looked away, shoving a small box into his hands as if to shut him up as quickly as possible. He unraveled the careful wrappings and ribbons to see Valentines chocolates, all slightly disfigured from either the rough delivery here or poor craftsmanship. “…Pffft!” A snort of laughter was not what his S.O. was expecting, nor what they wanted to hear after days of hard work. “Hey wait! I’m not laughing because they suck or anything! It’s just… I knew it! I knew you were acting weirdly for some reason. I just wasn’t expecting the reason to be so cheesy! This is something straight out of a teen romance novel!” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing harder and when he finally regained his composure, he cupped their sulking face in his hands and forced them to look him in the eyes. “Hey hey don’t be mad! I never said I didn’t like it because I love this and you know I love you, especially when you do silly things like this.” He grinned sweetly, like a child, at them and kissed them just as innocently, as if it was a way to make up for all the previous teasing. “Happy Valentine’s Day ____. You’re the purrfect one for me!" 

"Stop ruining the moment you stupid cat!!!”

”_____, you do know how late it is right?” Akaashi lead his winded S.O. into his house, watching them jump onto the couch to catch their breath. “Is something wrong?” They hung their head off the arm of the couch, shaking it vigorously and wordlessly handed him a small box, still too out of breath to form sentences. The box was wrapped in a delicate pink paper and decorated with cute ribbons… he knew exactly where this was going. “_____…. I expected nothing less from someone amazing like you.” He laughed softly and affectionately ruffled their wind-tangled hair. “You spent all week avoiding me, sprint all the way to my house and knock on my door at nearly 12 am just to deliver me handmade chocolates? You’re adorable you know?” His S.O.’s eyes widened because my god Akaashi’s grin accompanied by his laughter was just the sweetest thing to behold. He bent down and kissed their cheek, ignoring all the sweat and grime on their cheeks from the long sprint to his house. “Thank you ____. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

”_____? Why are you here?” Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at his S.O’s figure hunched over to catch a breath. “Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow?” They looked up at him and desperately shook their head in breathless disagreement, deciding that it would be best to skip all the explaining and get right to the good part. They shoved the box into his hands and slowly slid to the ground. “…Is this a Valentine’s gift?” He didn’t even need to open it as the pink wrapping and ribbons were enough of a giveaway. “You know you didn’t have to run all the way here just to give it to me today. Tomorrow would have been fine. I would have been just as happy.” His S.O.’s disbelieving expression wasn’t unusual because frankly, Tsukishima’s current facial expression wasn’t exactly the picture of happiness. Irritated, he knelt down and pinched their nose shut, enjoying his moment of sweet revenge as his S.O. squeaked in surprise and their face contorted into a silly expression. “____, you know I mean it. Even if you didn’t get me anything, I would be happy enough with you. But, in the end, you still got me something so….” He pulled his S.O. close and kissed them softly, lingering for a few seconds before retreating shyly. “…Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Whaaaat ____-chan! What are you doing here so late? Are you planning a late-night rendezvous with me? How romantic!” Oikawa flashed his S.O. his signature irritatingly shiny smile, one that he saves for the best of his fangirls (and them!). They threw a small package at him, knowing that his perfect reflexes would enable him to perfectly catch it. “Oooh what’s this?” He eagerly opened it to reveal the small and slightly crushed chocolates inside. “____-chan..!!” His cheery laughter sounded throughout the street as he picked up his S.O.-who was on the ground from sheer exhaustion- and gave them a bone-crushing squeeze that surely only the strongest of athletes could pull off. “I was disapppointed you know?” The tone of his voice suddenly dropped a few octaves to show his now serious attitude. “I really wanted to spend time with you, especially on Valentine’s Day. You avoided me so much that I thought you were mad at me! But, seeing you all flustered like this and running to me in the dead of night…. you’re so cute ____!” He pecked them sweetly on the tip of their nose and giggled at the sight of their face, flushed from their exercise and his embarrassing actions. “Thank you for making this unforgettable _____.” 

“Do you know what time it is? It’s dangerous for you to be wandering the streets so late at night!” Iwaizumi herded his S.O. into the house, mentally preparing a stern lecture. “…Wait, what did you mean by “making it on time?” He raised an eyebrow as they handed him a small package that was crinkled from being so tightly grasped in their hands. Inside were chocolates, rather bruised from the bumpy ride, but adorable nonetheless. “You made these for me?” His S.O. nodded wearily, squatting on the floor and too out of breath to answer him in words. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all this time?” They nodded again, albeit now with a cheeky grin across their face. Knowing that his precious S.O. spent all week thinking about ways to make him happy, imaging all the work they went through to make some chocolates just for him… he really needed a moment. “…You’re unbelievable. You could have just told me you know? It would have spared you a whole lot of trouble.” He knelt down and brushing away the fly-away strands of hair from his S.O’s face, he leaned in and kissed them firmly on the forehead. “I would have been happy even if you didn’t give me anything. Being with you is enough of a gift. But… thank you for the chocolates. This means a lot to me.“ 

anonymous asked:

your school notes are so cute! do you have advice on how to organize school notes so that they are more engaging? thank you lala <3

hi thank u so much for the compliment hhghgd!! sorry for the late reply but ofc i have advice! 

  • Use nice pens/pencils and color if you can! It makes your notes look prettier and also helps with memorization. For example, you can put main ideas in one color and then add on details in another color. If you want to do this, I’d suggest keeping your colors limited and choosing a color scheme with 3 colors since you don’t want to be switching between pens over and over when your teacher is still lecturing. 
  • Write on blank paper. It might be hard to keep things in a straight lines but you actually shouldn’t do that all the time either, keeps things in small blocks.
  • Organize ideas into sections! Keep things in columns and if you feel the need to keep things seperate, use dotted or dashed lines so it doesn’t seem too obnoxious. If everything is in straight lines it gets kind of boring and hard to study since everything looks the same.
  • Make your headings look nice. For example, I sometimes put my headings in circles or ribbon shaped boxes. This can help you distinguish ideas and keep you more organized as well as make your notes look prettier in general.
  • Draw pictures/diagrams. This kind of depends on the class you’re in, but keep the diagram in its own section and make sure to label it. This way your notes don’t look bland and you have more to study than just text.

I mainly take notes like this because I get really distracted in class when I don’t have more than 1 thing to focus on and end up doodling or thinking about other things, so taking notes by switching color and organization does take a little bit of time away from the lesson. If this is an issue I suggest taking notes of main ideas ahead of time and adding on during class so you’re spending less time writing and more time listening. If you can’t do that, then you can ask your friends for things you might have missed or just cut back on the amount of effort you’re putting in making your notes look nice.