kiss lips shirt

So this is habit I noticed when my roommates go on break or for some reason Piggy is not getting enough attention. She paws at my face. Normally it’s at 6-8 a.m. when she does this (my other roommates are early risers I am not, she used to go to one roommate who would wake up early for attention) she gets in my face and paws at it. Most of the time it’s without claws but if I haven’t paid her any attention she brings out the claws slightly and paws a little more aggressively. 

This is the first time I’ve managed to get it on camera, as normally she stops as soon as I wake up or have cuddled her and it’s normally at a time when I am not a human and am trying to charge up my humanness in order to get through the day. Please enjoy!

anonymous asked:

“Is there a problem?” “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” With Tim I hope you can do this. I just hope that you don't have to much to do that you feel overwhelmed.

Sorry this took a while! This request is super cute and I hope you love it!
“Is there a problem?” you cocked an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Tim eyed you. He had just gotten home from patrol and found you on the couch.

“It’s comfy and smells like you” holding the shirt up to your nose.

Tim smiled before sitting next to you and throwing an arm over your shoulder. “So, you missed my smell of coffee and stress” he chuckled.

“Yes, the smell of stress” you laughed. “It’s an alluring aroma” Snuggling into his chest.

“But it doesn’t compare to the real deal” you peered up at him, chin resting in his chest.

“Plus the real deal can do this” he smirked before gently kissing your lips.

“Yup, a shirt can’t do that.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi can you do one where you and Shawn kiss under the mistletoe for the first time and things get heated

oKAY SO I thought about this for a very long time and I’m really sorry that it isn’t as steamy as you want it to be but I try to make my writing geographically accurate? And I’m really sorry love but I wasn’t able to think of a scenario where the kissing would lead to the wink wink I hope you aren’t too disappointed… lots of love AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS, m

Christmas. There was no time of the year that you loved quite as much as Christmas. The Christmas tree, the decorations, the Christmas songs… you always turned into a child around Christmas. This year was of course a particularly joyful time. Your boyfriend Shawn had invited you and your family to Pickering to celebrate Christmas with his own family. Thankfully your parents had quickly taken a liking to Shawn’s parents and were quite friendly with each other. His parents had whisked yours away on a grocery/sightseeing trip through half of Pickering, taking Aaliyah with them. This left you and Shawn in charge of some last minute decorating, which you had readily agreed to.

You were adjusting some of the fairy lights on the tree when Shawn called you. He was having some technical difficulties with the gift wrapping. Huffing a laugh you walk towards his room, leaning your head in to assess the damage. Shawn saunters over to you, pieces of ribbon and tape stuck in his hair. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up as you take in you clumsy boyfriend, grinning at you like a madman.

“Hey… do you know where we are standing?” he says expectantly. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“In the door to your room?” you answer slowly. Shawn’s smile broadens.

“Look up.” He replies, placing his hands on your hips. Tilting your head up, you notice… mistletoe… You shake your head, resigned to the fact that your boyfriend tricked you into obliging this silly, but admittedly cute, tradition.

“Well… guess I have to kiss you?” you reply teasingly, as your arms wrap around his neck. Shawn smiles into the kiss. He tastes like chocolate, his soft lips press against yours. You sigh happily as you melt against his hard body. His arm wraps around your back, holding you as close to him as possible. The kiss is warm, comforting, slow in an almost drowsy way. A soft sigh leaves his lips as your tongue pokes out, teasing his lips, gently brushing against them. Your tongue tauntingly slips into his mouth, grazing his before pulling away. A smile forms on your lips at the low whine he lets out. His hand clutches your hip more tightly while the other cups your face. Effectively trapping you in his embrace, as his mouth becomes more insistent, urgent, desperate. His lower lip nudges yours, as he tries to deepen the kiss. You comply readily, your lips parting on a faint moan. His tongue delving into your mouth, intertwining, caressing yours. Your hand knots in his hair, gently tugging on the soft locks as the kiss loses its innocence and becomes something more primal. Your breathing comes in quick heaves, as Shawn starts rocking his hips into yours.

“Shawn…” you moan softly.

The front door shutting loudly, causes both of you to freeze. Your eyes widen as you look up at your boyfriend when you hear his mother calling him.

“Coming!” he says loudly, as he releases you, passing a hand through his messy hair. As he takes in your kiss swollen lips, rumpled shirt and mussed hair he gives you a sheepish smile. He places a chaste kiss on your head before turning around to let you sort out your muddled brain.

sorry this is so short *bows head in shame* I AM GENUINELY SORRY YOU DESERVE BETTER MY SWEET LITTLE ANON 

P.S. I might revisit this at a later date and improve it bc you guys deserve better. But I’m trying to write as many short requests as possible while I have the time…

Kid tried to f*ck with me, so I caused his parents' divorce.

So, this story is going to sound f*cked up from the title, but just to be clear, the divorce was for legitimate reasons out of my control. I just happened to help the realization leading to it.

At the private school I grew up in, I became friends with Dylan. Now, Dylan and I became great friends because we both were class clowns and had a lot of fun with it. Little did I realize Dylan actually hated me and talked sh*t behind my back because he wanted to be the “funniest kid in class” and didn’t like sharing that title.

Little did I know the amount of sh*t he would talk about me behind my back, the crap he would say about my family, my personality, etc. Etc. I was, however, frustrated with when he started putting on this tough guy attitude. Since I don’t like fighting and prefer to settle disputes with words, he’d always try and pick a fight with me, knowing I’d never fight back. My parents are disciplinary as f*ck and would beat the hell out of me for anything like that, so hell no am I fighting.

He would apparently f*ck with me whenever I invited him on birthday sleepovers such as literally kicking my ass, f*cking with my toys, etc. I assumed it was other friends, but turns out it was him.

But this is what truly set me off. I started getting a passion for art. Almost any kind. Because I was forced into math and science but art made me feel like I could be creative and have more control. I’m still in math and science today, but I love to sing, cook, draw, and write!

So one day, I spent three hours in school drawing the greatest panda ever. The shading, the colors, and just overall, this drawing was perfection. I f*cking love pandas, and this was my greatest accomplishment. So Dylan takes my drawing and goes like, “Oh this looks cool! I’ll take it!” I save face and fake it like I don’t care, and say, “Oh whatever, I can make a new one anyways!” but it was clear from my eyes that I was pissed.

So, this b*tch decides to f*ck with me and say, “Then I guess you don’t care if I do this!” and tears up the f*cking drawing. Right in front of me. I spent so much time on that, and it made me love drawing and he killed it. PETEY THE PANDA, I WILL F*CKING AVENGE YOU. Once I was fuming a few weeks later, some friends told me everything he’d do. They felt guilty for hiding it, and didn’t want to anymore. I forgave them, and told them it was all ok. But now I was epically mad. I was ready to strike. And upon Petey’s grave, I will lay a vial of Dylan’s tears.

A month or so later, he invited me to his house for his birthday sleepover (to f*ck with me), but I planned. For a 11 year old, I was pissed off. Little did he realize that my dad knew about how Dylan’s mom and dad were starting to fight. Having overheard this between my parents, I knew what my revenge would be.

At 3am, I decided to sneak into his parents’ room and brought some lipstick I “borrowed” from my cousin. I went to some of his dad’s shirts in the back and put the lipstick on my lips and kissed the shirt collar all over the collar. I did this to a few shirts in the back part of the closet, and then I quietly snuck back to the bathroom, washed my lips off, and then snuck back into bed.

The next morning, nothing had happened, but apparently, Dylan wanted to prank me later after lunch. Fortunately, my parents planned on picking me up after breakfast, and I silently left.

A month or so later, I hear my dad telling my mom how Dylan’s parents are getting divorced because Dylan’s dad cheated. I was shocked that my plan actually worked.

Turns out, it worked, but his dad was ACTUALLY cheating. When his mom saw the lipstick marks on the collar, she started looking through his email accounts, and found a lot of “interesting conversations” in some of his secondary emails. And lastly, she caught him in the act after all of this snooping, and that naturally was the final straw.

Dylan became a really quiet kid after that, and would rarely talk to anyone. He turned into a loner, and teachers were having problems with him because of this too. Apparently, he became known as “the boy with no emotion” because he’d rarely ever speak or laugh or cry or anything.

I gotta say, I kinda hoped that his parents would just wind up having a fight or something small, but when I wound up giving the step that led to everything unveiling…. Well, that surprised the hell out of me.

But I still avenged Petey, though.

  • Mary: *bored; looks to Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: *discreetly watching Molly*
  • Mary: *smiles; turns to Molly*
  • Molly: *occasionally side-glancing at Sherlock*
  • Mary: *sniffing* Can you two smell something?
  • Molly: *distracted* Dead bodies? Chemicals? I'm used to it, Mary.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Could be the coconut. Your new shampoo.
  • Molly: *blushes* What about you? You smell good, too.
  • Mary: *shaking her head; still sniffing* No, no...more like smoke *moves to stand by the door* Like something's burning.
  • Sherlock: *snaps* Well, what do you want us to do about it?
  • Molly: *worried* We should tell Mike-
  • Mary: *dismissive* Ah, you know what, never mind. It's probably just your passion for each other *winks; leaves the lab*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* I-I don't-
  • Molly: *awkward* Me neither.
  • Sherlock: *ruffling his hair* The coconut thing was just a guess.
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, who are we trying to kid?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Fair point.
  • Molly: *steps closer* So now what?
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Dinner? Followed by breakfast? Not immediately, obviously, that would be weird-
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* I'd love to.