like i had a couple obviously

8

modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

I hope everyone who bitched about Jimin posting in the fancafe while on tour and said he didn’t like intl fans is really proud of themselves. He’s acknowledged intl fans and asked people to translate stuff so many times in the last couple of days; he obviously feels guilty. He even had Hoseok do that live with him so be could understand and interact with the intl fans. You guys really made him feel bad.

Not every idol can read/speak/understand English, languages are hard. Some people really struggle with learning second languages. And honestly I don’t think idols should be required to learn English or Japanese or anything else if they don’t really, actually want to. That kind of expectation is just too much, imo. We should take it as a nice surprise when an idol knows a second language instead of an expectation or a requirement. And on top of that, what is getting upset with an idol for communicating in their own language with fans who speak that language suppose to do exactly? Yelling at him doesn’t make him suddenly capable of understanding everything you guys type at him at lightening speed. It just hurts his feelings.

And of course he would feel home sick. He’s in a foreign country, eating foreign food, surrounded by people he can’t understand. If I remember correctly Jimin was the one who got homesick the fastest on Bon Voyage. He loves his country and there’s nothing wrong with that. He’s a homebody, so sue him.

Anyway it’s like 4am, I’m emotional, and him asking people to translate on ch+ for intl fans made me :/ :/ :/ because he shouldn’t have to worry about that. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve to be spoken to that way by people (his fans) who are suppose to love and support him. I love armys, but honestly I don’t think you guys realize how spoiled we are. Your expectations are unrealistic.

There are fandoms out there that can’t even find an eng sub of a five minute clip of their group months after it’s aired. We get twenty subs uploaded to YouTube in a matter of hours. Armys work hard for each other and it makes BTS seem more accessible than they actually are, but please remember to respect the members in real time when English isn’t always an option. I hope that makes sense?? Like don’t let the ease of accessibility make you forget that, in the moment, you are dealing with real people with feelings who might struggle to understand you.

In short; please don’t be selfish and always remember to respect the members. They love you and they work hard for you. They deserve to be spoken to with care.

also wondertrev is like new level of otp, i can’t believe i’ve seen something like that on big screen and especially in superhero movie

they’re playful, sweet, passionate, respectful and protective but never in demeaning way, he never says that she can’t do anything because she is a woman, she never says he is physically weaker than her, they treat each other as equals. sometimes he leads, sometimes she leads. they don’t lie to each other

steve trevor and diana prince are the ultimate power couple

dan and phil's passport story

•legit phil’s dream about dan losing his passport if you didn’t already believe phil lester is a psychic
•"that’s probs just a sfw version of whatever was actually going on inside your head" yes dan because obviously any dream of phil with you in it would be 11/10 nsfw
•"dan went pale. like the palest you’ve ever seen him. like his whole internet history had been leaked…“ #beemovieyaoi
•them literally screaming at each other like the married couple they are i can’t
•dan fucking left his passport in a pair of jeans @me
•"he was emptying his suitcase all over the street” take a moment to visualize this. okay we’re back!
•how many times have these two literally ran through airports can we count please
•they got on this fucking super late plane and slept none just to go to vidcon literally #commitment this is why i stan
•"i feel like it was all your fault" literally fuckin savage phil
•these two blaming each other for everything “yOu FoRgOt YoUr PaSsPoRt” “yOu GoT tHe CaR oFf By An HoUr” literally only married couples bicker like this fuck you @phantis
•dan knew it phil knew it we all knew it if you’re gonna let your fans decide anything phil’s going to win
•but every story has a moral. this story’s moral:
💫ALWAYS BELIEVE IN PHIL’S DREAMS!💫

i keep seeing posts on here about how uma and harry aren’t relevant because harry flirts with everyone and while i’ve seen a couple posts defending them as a ship…. i just wanna tell you why you’re wrong… with gif evidence. sit back, y’all.

as i said before, the first “evidence” is that harry flirts with everyone but the problem is that y’all are confusing his tantalizing tactics with “flirting” because of thomas’ natural sex appeal. don’t believe me? here’s some examples of harry looking at various characters that aren’t uma.

let’s start with mal because people mainly use this one from what i’ve seen. and while the chemistry is there between them, i think that’s fair to say that its because DOVE AND THOMAS ARE A COUPLE and very obviously had something there during filming.

here we have harry right before telling mal that he could hurt her… a tantalizing tactic because he wants to KILL her:

and here we have his reaction after it didn’t quite go as planned where he genuinely looks annoyed as hell:

and since i know someone will bring up him blowing a kiss to mal… that’s after successfully pissing her and the rest of the vks off… like come ON. he had a successful reaction to his tantalizing yet AGAIN.

and after mal, you’ve got jay and ben.. which, okay. in theory they could be nice ships, but i also need you to think about the fact that he’s literally tantalizing them in every scene he shares with them. when harry is seen with ben he either is torturing him on the plank, fighting him on the ship, or ‘goochie goochie goo’ing him before uma steps in to intervene.. plus the whole “how’s it feel to be a king now” bit where he’s trying to get a reaction from him. and as for jay… again, you only see them fighting on the ship and then the scene in the alley where he’s LITERALLY trying to piss jay off. that’s what he wants. here’s some gif evidence of both:

tantalizing:

and after having a satisfying reaction:

tantalizing:

and after successfully pissing jay off:

now… *inhales deeply* his reactions with uma. let’s get to the good shit.


when we first see uma and harry, they’re in the chip shop and the first thing that happens is her bringing the plate of food and slamming it down… and that’s where he goes to eat and she pushes his arm up and allows her to do as she pleases without becoming angry. whereas when mal touched him in the hair salon, he had a fit of rage and knocked everything off the counter. carrying on from that same scene, he watches as uma becomes angry and yells at the tv and decides to join in right after her even though no one else does until they’re instructed to.

and then again we have the moment a few moments later when uma is talking about how mal betrayed them and… i’m sorry…. his lip biting, y’all.

then we have some scenes that weren’t in the movie, but were in the music video in which harry…. who is insanely protective of his hook, allows uma to use it. check this out.

now there’s about a million other scenes, so i’m not gonna describe every single one of them, but i’m gonna say this and then leave you with the rest of the evidence i’ve got at hand.

uma tells him to do something and he does it without hesitation. he doesn’t second guess her, he doesn’t ask why.. he just acts. apart from the times he made the comment about “never being allowed to have any fun” and then the “you said i could hook him” but i don’t see that as an argument. she puts him in his place and he ALLOWS her to. uma was also the only character in the movie who could calm harry down or stop him from his crazy ass outbursts. the scene in the chip shop where gil called uma shrimpy and uma put her hand on harry’s arm as if to tell him that it’s fine? iconic. AS SEEN HERE:

“harry. we get it. chill.” iconic. “give it a rest, harry! give it rest!” ICONIC.

carrying on.

(peep that grin after she shoves him)

this post has become incredibly long and if you’ve made it this far… congratulations, but HARRY AND UMA ARE IMPORTANT AND RELEVANT AND I WON’T HEAR ANYMORE ABOUT IT.

oh, and also. don’t even get me started on how he takes his hat off, kneels to be eye to eye, and then says her name with the utmost respect and adoration. if you didn’t ship them after this then… who even are you?

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The Simon story.

Matt asks Louis if he’s ever had an experience with Simon Cowell where he thought, that’s just very Simon-like of you. 

Louis: ‘There is one, that - I don’t think I’ve ever spoken about it before, just thinking if I can… One of the first few shows we did for one direction. I was new to it, straight out of Doncaster obviously, just started drinking - that kind of thing. So I had a drink before one of our first gigs, and obviously I was nervous as well, so I thought - well I’ll just have a couple of beers. I ended up being really, really drunk on this show. This again, one of the first things we did. And I woke up to a text, to find out that I was going to LA the next morning - flown out, I was sat thinking on the plane ‘what is coming next’. And I landed at Simon’s, and he gave me a little dressing down. It was positive, but he gave me a little dressing down. It was positive, but it certainly felt like the scary Simon you see on tv.’

Matt: “He flew you out to Los Angeles so he could give you a ticking off?”

Louis: Yeah, in true Simon style, you know, business class, the four seasons, but that’s his kind of –

Matt: “What a punishment, I wish I got on the wrong side of him more. So it was just a free holiday, which is lovely. And - and did he – I assume he didn’t raise his voice, that he just said – was he like very calm, was he passive aggressive? And kind of like, listen I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”

Louis: ‘It was that disappointed vibe yeah, very calm yeah, but yeah’

Matt: “So you were literally in his house for what – like an hour or two and then left?”

Louis: ‘Yeah, well he gave me like the dressing down at first sight, maybe five ten minutes, and then we actually had a proper chat. And honestly, if I hadn’t have had that chat with Simon then, I don’t think we’d be as close as we are now, you know what I mean, I do really feel like he’s got my back, you know, I’ve done quite a lot with him even outside of One Direction. And actually I think it was vital for me as an individual and also our relationship yeah.” 

Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of “Wipe it off of me”, reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

(Read Part 1 )

Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.

“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.

“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”

“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”


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I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.” I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.


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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”

“Good.” Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

“Me.” Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.

“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. “Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”

“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”

“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.

Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.

Confessions

a bitch neeeeeeds some soft peter action 🤧 i was thinking of something like sitting on peters lap and making out with him and him holding you close and leading to something more ? -Anon

Summary: A study date turn… date?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Thanks for the request! It’s a lil different but it’s going to be a two part series if ya’ll want it to be! Thanks for the request! Be sure to send them through here loveliess

Warning(s)?: fLUFF and A LiL SmUtTTTT, swearing (like come on when is there no swearing?)

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Originally posted by dailytomholland

A/N: This gif is a pure blessinggg :))))

Part 2

Confessions

You walked down the hallway making your way to your locker. Putting in your combinations, you opened the locker and traded your english book for your physic books. Sighing, you slowly begin to shut the locker, knowing that this period was going to be quite long and boring. You didn’t mind school really knowing it had to be done but you always had one trouble with subject… physics. You were currently sitting on a failing grade and you needed to make it up on your mid terms.

You glanced to your side to students begin to pile into the classrooms. You turned around and walked away from your locker, making your way to your physics class. Unfortunately you didn’t really share this class with anyone you knew… except him.

You have been developing some… feelings for a certain brown haired, brown eyed boy who always sat at the back of the class. He was very quiet, always completing his work, almost getting perfect grades on every test. You envied him in a lot of ways. You thought… How could someone be so… attractive and smart? It’s got to be illegal.

“Miss Y/L/N Your gonna stand there for the rest of the period?” Your physics teacher, Mr West states with distaste. You never got along with him, then again no one did. He was just one of those teachers.

“Maybe..” You mumble nervously, glancing around the classroom to notice pretty much all the seat have been filled. This class didn’t have a seating plan so it was first in best dressed.

The Teacher sighed.

“Take a seat before I decide to also fail you in behaviour” He teacher-threatened. You gulped nervously as a few snickers went around in the classroom. You weren’t a so called geek but you weren’t exactly popular either. You were in the middle, unnoticed, that’s how you liked it.

You ducked your head shamefully and moved to the back of the class, noticing a empty chair. You put your books and pencil case down on the bench before popping onto the stool. You let out a frustrated sigh, great… now the whole class knows your failing Physics…

You let out a tired groaned and rested your head against you arms. You notice Mr West begin with his lesson, going on about Newton’s Law and what not… to be honest you weren’t really interested. You were perfectly happily with getting an hour of much needed sleep in before heading home. Fortunately Physics was the last period for the day. Well this was until you felt a small nudge bump your elbow gently. You didn’t bother lifting your head, not really in the mood to communicate with your table partner. Not that you had a chance to look at who it was seeing you kept your head down when you walked over to the spare seat.

The next thing you heard was someone softly clearing their throat. You lifted your head slightly, thinking maybe your table partner was signalling that the teacher had noticed your lack of attention. You glanced up to see Mr West to engrossed with writing on the bored the activity he sat out to notice you had spaced… again. You debated about getting some sleep then decided against it. You rested your chin on your arms instead, wanting the class to be over as soon as possible.

You realised you were being rude to whoever was next to you but you were too tired to care.

“That’s… wrong” you heard someone mumble from beside you. You sat back up straight, glancing up to the board to see what was on it.

Finally you turned to see who was sitting next to you.

Your eyes widened in shock. It was… him.

You practically choked and swiftly turned back around to face the front as he turned to face you.

“W-w-hat’s w-wrong” You stuttered out, attempting to do some small talk. The whole time you could feel your hands begin to shake with nerves, you pulled your sweater past your wrists to cover them.

“It’s supposed to be speed over time not time over speed” He stated, clearly engrossed in his work. You took a glance to the side to see he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Your eyes adverted to his books, seeing his neat calculations mapped out.

You hadn’t realised you leaned closer, his hand writing small so it was a bit hard to read.

You felt warmth begin to crawl up into your cheeks as you realised what you were doing.

“Sorry” You quickly muttered apologetically before leaning back, opening up your book and began getting your utensils out. He probably thought you were looking at how to cheat off of him.

But you were wrong.

He has literally dreamed about you being close to him… so much so they have turned into fantasies.

You began writing down the stuff that was on the board into your notebook. Your eyes scrunching in confusion from time to time when you didn’t understand what it was you were writing.

“D-do you need some h-h-help?” You heard him ask nervously from beside you. You didn’t bother glancing up at him so you slowly nod your head.

He leaned over, glancing at your book to see what you were stuck on. Now it was your turn to feel the butterflies in your stomach to explode at the close proximity of the both of you. Why haven’t you done this earlier? This isn’t so bad…

“Easy…” He began to trail off, then glanced up towards you. He didn’t seem to notice how close the two of you were but little did you know he did, in fact, he did it deliberately. Loving the fact that he could hear your heart speed up when he did so. He smiled to himself, realising he has an effect on you.

“Distance over…” You began, now adverting your gaze from his and back to your book, willingly the butterflies in your stomach to stop.

“Time?” You question, not really sure. You notice a ghost of a smile cross his lips… gosh his lips.. how pink and-

“Close but no…” He said. You glanced up at him confused. He looked at you then towards the pen that was in your hand. He looked back up and raised his eyebrows? What?

Before you knew it he reached for your hand and pulled your pen slowly and delicately out of your hand, beginning to do some of the working out… showing you how it wasn’t time but in fact speed.

You could of sworn you heard your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry” he said bashfully soon as he realised what he had done. His cheeks began to redden as he put your pen down, turning back to his own work, leaning away.

“It’s okay…” You wanted to ask badly.. mainly cause you needed to pick up your grade otherwise your parents would literally murder you… but… the selfish part of you just wanted to spend more time with him, and as much time as you could get.

“You don’t happen to…” You began, not really sure how to state it. He looked up to you.

“Could you maybe help me with- umm…” You began to get distracted as you were starting to get lost in his eyes. He seemed to pick up were you were going with the sentence anyways and began to smile from ear to ear, nodding his head so fast you thought it was bound to fall off.

“Yeah of course! I mean um-… Yeah I could do that” He began excitedly then tried playing it off. You softly laughed, enjoying his dorky side that has finally made an appearance. To be honest that was what drew you in in the first place.

“Cool” you tried to respond casually… feeling the beating of your heart increase.

And so did his.

~That afternoon

You guys talked some more during Physics, seeing as the teacher didn’t really seem to notice. It was finally feeling less awkward by the time the bell rang, almost feeling like you and Peter were already friends. You guys left the building together, deciding to go to Peter’s to study. He stated his Aunt May was at work and wouldn’t be back till 6.

You guys walked to his apartment block, got into the elevator and into his apartment. He asked if you wanted anything to eat and drink and you politely declined. You decide to have a little squiz around the apartment. You stumbled upon some pictures that were across the shelf above the tv.

“Aww is this you?” You cooed, reaching for the picture frame noticing it was a very tiny Peter Parker with a toothless grin, his cheeks covered in what seemed to be birthday cake. You heard footsteps rush over and felt the picture frame being taking from you. You turned to see Peter’s face was bright red in embarrassment. You started feeling a little guilty.

“You were cute” You state without realising the words have actually left your mouth on their own accord. He turned to you and you saw a playful smirk on his face.

“Were?” He questioned. You gasped lightly, not knowing where this playful side of Peter was coming from… but you didn’t deny that it was definitely a turn on.

“Okay maybe your still a little cute” You say with a laugh. He joins.

“Umm we can study in my room?” he asks you. You turn to him and raise your eyebrows. His eyes widen in shock at what he had just suggested and he quickly began to shake his head.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that… well literally I did- but not like that I meant to s-s-study” he tumbled over his words obviously flustered. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his awkwardness.

Wait… why was he nervous? He only tumbled over his words when he was nervous.

“It’s fine, wherever is fine”

~Couple hours later

You guys had decided to study in his room, leaving the door open seeing no one was in the apartment. You guys had spent the past few hours on his bed, you laying down on your belly, your legs across his lap and his book on top of your legs.

“I’m done” you state exhausted, you could feel your brain about to explode. You guys had been studying together, him helping you out whenever you got stuck.

You hadn’t really realised you were laying over him, too engrossed in your work to notice that the warmth was actually peter and not his blanket.

You closed your book with a huff and began to sat up, going backwards. Peter quickly removed his books from on top of your legs, just noticing you were beginning to move. He took a sharp breath as you began sitting up.

He shook his head… willing the thoughts to go away. Your foot had slipped on one of his books and you slipped, your legs managing to get on either side of Peter’s wait, you practically straddling his lap. He leaned his against the wall and closed his eyes.

Thinking you hurt him you wiggled slightly, not knowing that you were actually making things worse.

Second Person??# (writing style)

You guys made your way into the bedroom, going over to the bed sitting on opposite sides from each other. It wasn’t till about halfway through when Y/N began to move, growing uncomfortable with the way she was sitting. She rolled over onto her belly and stretched her legs as she continued reading her page, not really paying attention to what she as doing. Peter lifted his book as her feet came up to rest on his legs. He didn’t mind.

It wasn’t until you moved slightly that you caught his attention. You were too focused on your book, writing answers down here and there to notice your skirt has slightly risen against your stocking covered legs. Peter noticed and he swore his heart had stopped and time stood still. He couldn’t help but to stare… he never noticed how round your ass was. He quickly shook his head, realising what he was doing was so beyond inappropriate and went back to his work.

But every once in a while he would catch himself glancing over to your direction, noticing you still hadn’t adjusted your skirt. He began to wonder if you were doing the deliberately, tempting him with… you.

He began to have thoughts race through his mind, mainly images of your legs wrapped around his legs as he pounded senselessly into you, or your legs around his shoulder as he ate you out. Even ones where he imagines you going down on him, seeing your ass stick out as you sat on your knees. He almost sighed in content at the thought.

Stop it, stop thinking like this…

You lifted your bum slightly, wiggling it to the side to get even more comfortable, you legs moving as well, lightly brushing past his crotch without realising.

He noticed this movement seeing as he’s been more attention to you rather than his homework for the past half and hour. It was torture for him. Trying to think of literally anything but you.

He knew he would have to excuse himself soon to go to the bathroom to take care of his situation. He would have to cover up somehow, making sure you didn’t see his growing bulge. He blamed teenage hormones but he knew it was more than that…

You began to sit up just as he put his books down, ready to head off into the bathroom hoping to get rid off his uncomfortable hard on.

He stopped moving and saw you begin to sit up. He gulped nervously, hoping you wouldn’t glance over in his direction as you did so. She seemed to notice the position they were in hurried her pace, her leg slipping on the books beside me causing her to fall onto my lap, literally.

He felt you literally on him and inhaled sharply, resting his head back against the wall with his eyes clenched shut. Fuck she really had to decide to move right now? How the hell was he going to get you off of him without making it too noticeable.

She began to wriggle slightly, her waist absentmindly coming into contact with his. You were testing his patience that was for sure. He couldn’t help but to let you keep wriggling, enjoying the feeling too much of you pressed up against him. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

Being lost in a trance he kept his eyes shut, just noticing the weight off you beginning to get off of him.

Without thinking his hands shot out to your waist, pulling you back down on top of him. He needed some sort of friction and he needed it now.

You let out a gasp as his eyes were still shut, noticing the veins in his neck beginning to stick out slightly. He gently and slowly rocked you hips against his, letting himself feel you completely letting out a sigh in pleasure.

You didn’t really know what was going on till you felt him. You suppressed the urge to moan yourself, already feeling your panties begin to moisten at the friction.

He couldn’t help but to rock your hips again, this time his fingers digging deeper into your waist turning you on even more. You couldn’t help but to stare at him as he did this, totally lost in the moment. He lifted his head from the wall and leaned forward against you, resting his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes still shut, too entranced in the feeling of you on him.

He rocked your hips one more time, this one harsher. You could feel his bulge basically go between you clothed folds, hearing your wetness rub against his jeans. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You moaned.

He immediately stilled, just realising what it was he had been doing. His face went bright red and he leant away from you ashamed of taking advantage of you like that. He kept a hold of your waist, lifting you up off of him. Without thinking you stilled his movements, craving more and more of his touch. You body felt like it was being ignited and as much as you hated to admit it you needed more. Alot more.

You grabbed one of his hands from his waist and brought it down to your thigh, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He was confused at first, not getting what you were doing. You glanced down to him, locking eye contact noticing a bunch of emotions swirling through his brown orbs which had slightly darken. You were scared, you could feel your heartbeat sore through your chest. But without second guessing yourself you brought his hand under your skirt. His eyes widen slightly.

You put his hand where you needed it most. Against your covered core, pressing his hand gently against it, feeling you panties begin to pool with wetness again at the new sensation. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you looked into his eyes for a reaction.

‘Holy fuck“ He muttered under his breath, feeling your panties practically soaked with your juices and core lightly throbbing. You noticed his tent in his trousers grow even bigger, the jeans looking like they were cutting off circulation.

He couldn’t help but to think that was the hottest thing in the whole entire world. Enjoying the feeling of how turned on he made you he decide to play around the his fingers a little, lightly pressing his thumb against you. He did it again harder, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as you let out another moan.

’'Do it again” You whispered… totally entranced on the was making your body feel with the simplest touch. The butterflies that were in your stomach now tripled.

Fuck… I want you so badly..” He moaned out, licking his lips as he listened to your wetness make a sound against his hand turning him on even more.

“Want…me?” You asked, not really getting it.

“Every inch of you…” He leaned up to whisper into your ear. He brought his hand away from your clothed core and you sighed at the loss of contact.

“I want your mouth…” He whispered huskily, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you closer towards him, his bottom lip lightly dragging against your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck causing your heart to melt.

“Your hands…” He continues, his hands moving away from your waist to trail over your arms, reaching for your hands to intertwine them.

“Your heart…” You felt your stomach drop. You stilled without realising. How could it be with just two words your affection for him has doubled?

“W-w-what” you stuttered out, pulling away slightly not believing that any of this was even real. He rested his forehead against yours, hearing both your erratic heart beats.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes to see him clench and unclench his jaw, seeming to be deep in thought. You couldn’t help but to stare up at him with love filled eyes. Wanting him to say the words you have being dying to here.

“It’s only fair seeing you stole mine” He says softly, returning your loving gaze with his own. You couldn’t help but to feel you breath hitch in your throat at his words. You stole his…

You wanted to cry out of happiness, you heart seeming to beat faster feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You felt the air in the room change. It felt warmer. He held your gaze as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, not really knowing what to say. You couldn’t concentrate properly. Your mind was to blurry, flooding with Dopamine. You licked your lips, feeling them begin to dry up. His eyes followed this movement, wanting to so badly feel them against his own but he was scared. He felt vulnerable, he has just opened up everything to you without realising and wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You guys were so entranced you hadn’t notice the front door opening and closing. You guys just locked gazes with each other.

“Please… say something” He begged sounding vulnerable. You guys were quickly snapped out of your moment by the sound of Aunt May calling out Peter’s name.

“Shit” he quickly muttered, lifting you up by your waist, playing you beside him on the bed. He got up off of his bed and readjusted his jeans, his bulge beginning to go down a bit. You couldn’t help but to watch with a smile, biting your lip as he went out to greet his Aunt.

“She’s here!?” You heard his Aunt ask excitedly. What?

You heard some shushing and hushed whispers but you were too far to make out what they were.

“Have you told her how you feel yet?” this one you heard though you think it was deliberate seeing it was pretty loud.

May!”

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A/N: Sorry this was a bit different to the request Anon! But Part two will be filled with lots of fluff and maybe some more smut???

thexenobiologist  asked:

Your recent post about touch tanks reminded me of something I've always wondered: why do the sharks and rays in them actively seek out contact? They don't just seem to coincidentally bump into hands or only go after food, so what makes them want to get touched?

For years, I’ve thought, if I had a research grant, this would be what I would study. The behavior of sharks and rays in touchpools. 

Where I was proctoring them, we were taught we could never say that the sharks and rays ‘liked’ the interaction. All the species in the tank were eusocial species by nature - cownose rays live in large schools, and the smaller reef sharks are often found in fairly high concentrations in the wild and go as far as to sleep in piles in the mangrove roots. So, the messaging we were taught was that the rays and sharks didn’t find soft contact with human hands inherently negative because they were used to casual social contact from conspecifics (in contrast to like, solitary pelagic sharks who only get touched by food, mates, or things trying to eat them). As far as messaging went, I liked that way of doing it, because it wasn’t anthropomorphic and it allowed us to do some education about the natural behaviors of our animals while we explained. 

Except for that part where, as a behaviorist who ended up spending a lot of time at that touch tank (it was the only one I could work for a period of time when I had an injury I couldn’t get wet) that really obviously wasn’t the whole story. I started noticing the same animals coming to the front repeatedly, and slowing down and rising up under certain hands (generally still, flat, calm, mid-way down the water) while they’d dive deeper under others (generally children’s hands, ones moving a lot, or those that were hovering just out of the water). I watched rays rostrum-bump hands that they’d slowed down under but that hadn’t reached down to pet them, and I watched other rays specifically circle back to a couple of hands multiple times - sometimes to the point of circling back as soon as they were out of reach. There was obviously something going on in terms of preferences and decision making with the fish and the hands they chose to interact with, but no amount of casual observation and anecdotes does a scientifically valid hypothesis make. 

Point is, I don’t think we know. I personally believe that in really well designed tanks like the one I worked, where they had a huge amount of non-touch area and depth and current and natural habitat to spend time in, that there was definitely some preference for interaction with hands that behaved a certain type of way. I can’t tell you why and I’ll probably never have the money/time to take over an entire touch tank and quantify that hypothesis, though. 

reddie matching halloween costumes

  • the first year they go as salt and pepper. they’re 13 and they argue about who is the saltiest. it’s eddie.
  • the second year, they go as peanut butter and jelly. they’re 14 and richie has to battle his girlfriend at the time because she wants to match with him. not on my watch.
  • the third year they go as ketchup and mustard. they’re 15 and richie thought it would be really funny to squirt real ketchup at people whenever they interacted.
  • the fourth year they go as shaggy and scooby doo. they’re 16 and richie thinks it’s the funniest idea they’ve ever had and eddie likes it because richie was forced to be on all fours for the whole night.
  • the fifth year they’re an angel and a devil. they’re 17 and eddie is the angel, obviously. people constantly tell them they look like a couple and richie goes as red as his devil costume.
  • the sixth year richie finally convinces eddie to go as sandy so they could be sandy and danny. they’re 18 and have been dating for 3 months. eddie pretends he hates it when richie sings ‘you’re the one that i want’ to him in front of everyone.
  • the seventh year they go as ash ketchum and pikachu. they’re 19 and eddie hates how cute richie looks in his pikachu costume. they sneak off into the bathroom to make out and eddie constantly worries if it is some kind of furry situation.
  • the eighth year they go as mario and luigi. they’re 20 and eddie refuses to kiss richie all night. he says they’re brothers and he doesn’t want to ruin the illusion.
  • the ninth year they go as jessica rabbit and roger rabbit. they’re 21 and richie insisted on being jessica. he goes all out, shaves his legs, buys the perfect wig and bev does his makeup. eddie pretends he’s not turned on for the whole night.
  • the tenth year they go as blue and steve from blue’s clues. they’re 22 and when richie gets down on one knee and proposes, eddie can’t help but laugh through his tears as he says yes, because richie is dressed as a fictional blue dog and of course he chose now to do it.
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The concert in Portland was amazing! About 45 minutes before the concert my friend and I were in our seats when we saw Zack walking towards us. He said hi and asked if we wanted to meet Brendon. My heart literally stopped beating. Obviously we said yes and Zack brought us backstage. Brendon was so sweet and he hugged me like four times and I was so happy. Apparently my dad’s best friend had planned this a couple weeks ago. Also, before Brendon played This Is Gospel he said “Before I start I would like to dedicate this next one to Christian (my father who died a couple of months ago) and his awesome family and friends that I got to meet backstage, you guys are very fucking awesome” I was in tears and I thought it was so kind of him. Again, the show was amazing and honnestly it was probably the best night of my life.

— grey zone | (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— angst, smut, fluff
words— 10,481

:: summary— you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…?

inspired bygrey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too. 

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anonymous asked:

2

2.“Can I buy you a drink?”

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The bar is crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship not to just get laid, except that to Lydia that doesn’t mean anything.

Oh well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than watching CSI reruns, at least.

“You look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.

“And you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”

The guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re eighteen and everything is new.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has texted him three times. ’Don’t be mad’, the first text says, followed by ’but I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’. Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE NICE!!’ the last text says.

“Be nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia blackmailed me’.

They didn’t talk for a month after that.

So, yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket. Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say no to a one-night stand with a guy like that. He’s only human.

Sighing, he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then. Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there anymore.

Plan C. Let’s get really drunk.

“You don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around, prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green eyes, not blue.

Even better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”

Hot guy smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”

Stiles blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”

Hot guy’s smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink. Oh my God, Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”

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Oblivious | Richie Tozier

Anonymous said: please do prompt 56 and 67 with richie tozier!!

A/N: this is sooooo bad lmao, sorry.

Richie Tozier x Reader.

56 - “Are you flirting with me?” 

67 - “Stop being so cute.”

Warnings: swearing.

GIF is not mine.


“You honestly have to be the most oblivious person I know, Y/N.” 

You chuckled, your laugh laced with hum and amusement as you turned to face Beverly, raising an eyebrow with slight interest, though by the expression on the other female’s face, you assumed your mirth seemed to overpower any other emotion on your face. “Bev, seriously, if Richie liked me, I think I’d know.” You told her, resulting in the red head to roll her eyes, walking in front of you and stopping you both from walking.

“Y/N, I swear to god you are the only person in the entire school that doesn’t notice it.” She exclaimed, hoping to gain a proper reaction from you, but instead you shook your head slightly, a smile playing on your red lips. Beverly wasn’t the only person who’d told you multiple times about Richie’s sloppy crush on you. In fact, you were almost certain all of the losers had told you about it. You wanted to believe them, but you’d known Richie for a long time and you knew the boy well. Any girl he found the slightest bit attractive became his crush, so you didn’t necessarily think too much about what everyone had told you. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”

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My top 10 Magical Girl anime

Its no secret that I LOOVE Magical Girls. Heck, just look at my screen name. Here are my top 10 favourite Magical Girl anime.

10. Revolutionary Girl Utena

Lets start with one of the most unique and complex shojo anime and manga series ever. I myself am not sure if this qualifies as an MG anime but I’ve seen many people say it is so its on the list. Anyone who thinks all shojo is the same should watch this show. By the end, you’ll be left wondering if its even a shojo. It starts off fairly lighthearted but by episode 9, it gets serious and the plot starts picking up. Plus, it features some of the most complex characters ever and it touches on some serious subjects like incest and sexual abuse. I must warn you though, its not for everyone because of the reasons I just mentioned. If you’re someone who’s extremely uncomfortable with sexual abuse and incest, I’d recommend you skip this anime.

9. Princess Tutu

Just looking at the title of this anime is enough to send some people running away and judging it. But don’t let the cute name fool you. This is one of the most misleading anime ever. Like Utena, its a shojo but its fairly dark and has some tearjerking moments. But it also has its fairly lighthearted moments and that’s something I like about this anime. The ending is also bittersweet and will leave you wondering how an anime about a duck who becomes a ballerina managed to make you cry.

8. Tokyo Mew Mew

Looking back at this anime, maybe its not exactly the best. Its got its fair share of problems like how the main character, Ichigo, took most of the spotlight. But I still have a soft spot for this anime mainly because its really adorable to watch when you’re feeling sad. And the whole concept of these animal themed Magical Girls sounds interesting. What I love about this anime is how unlike the manga, it fleshed out the other girls as well. We found out a lot about Mint, Zakuro, Lettuce and Pudding and we loved them. I also loved how Ichigo DIDN’T choose the bad boy (Kisshu) over the nice guy (Masaya). In the end, she’s the one who chooses who’s best for her. So, even with all its problems, I have a soft spot for this anime.

7. Shugo Chara

Another anime that does have its fair share of problems but I enjoyed it nonetheless. What I loved most about it was the main character, Amu Hinamori. Some people may use the dreaded M word on her, but I think she’s a wonderfully complex character and one of the most unique Magical Girl leads. I also loved all the Magical Boys (Tadase, Ikuto etc). Though I will say, it didn’t need all that romance drama. I’m one of those people who doesn’t ship Amu with anyone and prefers her as a girl who tries to find herself before going into romance. 

6. Little Witch Academia

Ah yes, one of the most recent anime. I got into it via the OVAs and I watched the anime when the second season was still airing. It was very different from the OVAs but I still loved it. Its animation and art style are amazing and breathtaking to look at and overall, it just feels like a magical experience. The main character, while she might be a typical cheery MG protagonist, is charming in her own way and the amount of growth she undergoes is amazing. In a way,, she kinda reminds me of Doremi Harukaze. Speaking of which…

5. Ojamajo Doremi

This is one of the cutest anime I’ve ever seen . The character designs are all adorable and the transformation is short and simplistic rather than a long, flashy transformation. And while it remains a cute witch anime, it also handles some rather heavy topics like divorce, miscarrige and even cancer. Seriously, a character dies of cancer and she’s only 9! But it still remains a cute show, despite the tearjerking moments. 

4. Cardcaptor Sakura

I recently finished this anime and I loved every moment of it. It is a really cute anime with a simple art style, great animation and amazing characters. It also did a lot of things differently from other Magical Girl shows, like how Sakura doesn’t have a transformation scene and gets all her outfits made by Tomoyo and how there’s no antagonist. Eriol did come close but in the end, he had to do it for Sakura’s own good. What I loved about it most was how it didn’t forget its non magical characters. Tomoyo is obviously important, but Sakura’s other friends all have their own stories and personalities as well. Also, it features one of the cutest couples in anime history. I can’t wait for the new anime to come.

3. Puella Magi Madoka Magica and Yuki Yuna is a Hero

Yep, its a tie. I’ve seen people fight over which of these two is better. Madoka fans claim Yuki Yuna is a ripoff and Yuki Yuna fans list of a million reasons why its so much better than Madoka. Personally, I love both anime. They’re both good in their own rights. Besides they’re similar in a lot of ways. They both have great animation, amazing characters, an interesting and compelling story and many emotional moments. They both have their flaws but all in all, they’re both great. Why can’t people just see that instead of fighting over which is the better dark MG?

2. Pretty Cure

The big Magical Girl powerhouse in Japan. Pretty Cure may be a cash cow franchise made to sell toys but that doesn’t mean it isn’t good. Yes, it has 14 seasons now and that amounts to a lot of characters. But that’s what I like about it. It has a wide range of protagonists. You have sporty protagonists like Nagisa and Hibiki, shy ones like Tsubomi, determined ones like Haruka and smart ones like Mana (much as I don’t like her). They may not all be well developed but with all the wide range of characters, kids will surely find at least one character to relate to. Plus, the series has this special thing that makes me happy, no matter how sad I might be. It just inspires me to someday, make a Magical Girl show of my own. I find this happiness even in some of the weaker seasons like DokiDoki and Happiness Charge. The gif I used is from my favourite season, Go!Princess Pretty Cure. Princess Peach should take lessons in self defence from Cure Flora. 

1. Sailor Moon

I know, I know. Very obvious choice. But like many others, Sailor Moon got me into Magical Girls. Not only that, it got me into other anime as well. It may be cliched now but it still has a special place in my heart. With amazing and strong characters, great storylines and splendid transformation scenes, its no wonder this show had a big impact on the genre. Even with its problems, it is my favourite anime and manga series ever. And yes, that includes Sailor Moon Crystal.

Honourable mention

Mermaid Melody: Pichi Pichi Pitch

This is actually the second Magical Girl anime I’ve watched, after Sailor Moon. It has its problems and its a bit cheesy but I loved the concept of mermaids turning into idols. Its an amazing combination of the Magical Girl and Magical Idol genres.

ok i don’t even know where this idea came from but i’ve now held it for long enough that it’s acquired official headcanon status so here we go

  • let’s talk about ronan driving up to visit adam in college for halloween, but adam had already been invited to this party by someone in his dorm, so they decide to go together and start throwing around increasingly ridiculous ~couple costume ideas 
  • at one point ronan suggests – mostly to be a little shit – that adam should go as poison ivy, because of his connection with cabeswater/sentient plants and his love of all things science
  • at first adam is skeptical but then he’s like “if i go along with this do i get to pick your costume” and ronan’s like “sure no problem” 
  • and he’s so damn smug already because this is a couple costume after all, so obviously if adam’s poison ivy, ronan gets to be the freaking batman, moodiest and coolest and most-black-wearing of superheroes, right??
  • wrong, because that’s when adam just gives him this honestly borderline evil smile and says harley quinn
  • and that’s the story of how – some makeup, two temporary hair dyes, and a lot of dreaming later – adam and ronan rock up to the halloween party as this badass gay villainess couple
  • ronan, being his gd extra self, has actually dreamt the purple lamborghini from the suicide squad movie because screw the joker this car is too good for that fuckboy, so everyone is already staring at them before they even properly walk in
  • adam is wrapped in what is basically a (rather revealing) plant catsuit (“bro, are those real vines???” “shut up todd you’re stoned” “no but chad i swear those leaves moved” “yeah ok you’re super high right now”), wearing green eyeliner, green lipstick and his coolest magician look
  • ronan is wearing honest-to-god hot pants (”listen parrish this is too much” “oh, right, like this vegetable suit you dreamt me covers my modesty so well??” “i don’t know what you’re talking about” “i’m sure. now put on the shorts, lynch”) with the obligatory tank top and letterman jacket, red and blue eyeshadow, smudged lipstick, and a fucking baseball bat 
  • (it’s maybe just possible that his bared midriff and the careless way the baseball bat is slung over his shoulders are doing things to adam)
  • (it’s also maybe just possible that when one of the vines from adam’s costume possessively wraps around his waist, that does things to ronan, too)
  • long story short, that is how adam and ronan win the costume contest while managing to make everyone at the party irrationally aroused 
  • but possibly one of the highlights of the night is when somehow a picture gets posted on the facebook page of the event and within five minutes ten increasingly agitated/enthusiastic comments appear
  • spoiler alert they’re all from gansey
random harry concept™

You’re at a party talking to some of your shared friends.

And Harry is next to you, his hand around your hips softly but lowkey protectively.

And he has a drink in the other hand, his ring-clad fingers wrapped around the round class, leaving smudges in the condensation, the metal of his jewelry clinking against the glass. He smells like Dolce Gabana, wine and smoke bc he took a swig from Ben’s cig.

And you’re talking about school and life and stuff and he leans in and his hair tickles the back of your jaw and ears. It’s starting to grow back out, little curls struggling to wrap around his ears.

His breath is cold from the ice in his drink as he talks. “I’m gonna go talk to Alexa for a bit, yeah? Haven’t seen her in a while.”

And you murmur a quick “okay,” feeling the warmth of his body slide away from you but you don’t worry bc you know he’ll be fine.

After a while you glance around the flat to see where he is, spotting him at the bar surrounded by a couple of people and tipping back tequila shots with someone like a pro.

It’s a race, apparently, as you see a row of shots laid out before him and he tosses them back as fast as possible, his jaw clenching and face scrunching up at the sour taste, but he shakes it off with a shudder of his broad shoulders. He flips the tiny glass upside down on the marble counter, reaching for a blue snowman cup filled with orange juice.

He’s going at it hard– it’s evident even from far away. Sweat has matted his hairline and beads his forehead, his lips a cherry pinkish red, his cheeks flushed lightly and his pupils are blown out of proportion.

The people around him cheer him on, one of his family buddies filling up more glasses and sliding them towards him. The guy opposite him is tipping them back hella hard, too, being ahead of Harry by three hits.

Alexa is standing behind him, massaging his shoulders and giving him a rough pep talk. You see Harry nod his head hazily, smiling all watery and drunk off his ass as his fingers go up to his shirt, popping the first three buttons air out some heat.

He then downs two shots, making an audible grunt as he slams them down on the tabletop, the cheering around him swelling. You smile softly because it’s good to see him so happy and carefree. He deserves some hardcore fun after all his hard work on the movie.

Some more time passes as you talk Christmas plans with Gemma, who had arrived right after Harry had won the tequila contest.

You turn your head to check up on him again and your words lodge in your throat.

He’s gripping a booze bottle by the neck, a sparkler shoved into the top. Alexa is next to him, smoking a cig, and to your horror, you see him stick his tongue all the way out, making a beeline for the end of the lit cigarette. When Alexa backs up, laughing, shaking her head at him, he veers off course, his sights set on the crackling sparkler instead.

“Harry!” You call over the thumping music, scrambling up from the couch with a quick apology to Gemma and pacing towards him.

You get there just in time to snatch the popping firework off the bottle, putting it out and setting it on the nearest table.

“Have you gone mental?” You screech quietly, prying the booze from his big, clumsy hand as he pouts his ruby lips and puts on his puppy dog eyes.

“Y/NNNNNN,” he slurs, stomping one of his feet and coughing thickly, “s'just some fun, sweetheart. Liven up, would ya?”

“Swallowing a goddamn firecracker and licking a lit cigar is your idea of fun?” You snort in disbelief, grabbing at his arm as he teeters on his feet.

“Ooooh,” Alexa hums dangerously, chuckling as you scold him. “Someone’s in big trouble.”

You roll your eyes at her playfully. “You have no idea.”

You tug Harry away from the bar, heading towards the first bathroom you see. He stumbles over his feet behind you, whining half-heartedly. At one point you pass Sandy, who whistles over at you both.

“You gon’ get a spankin’, Styles? Been a bad boy?”

Harry gives him a toothy grin, throwing the man a lazy wink. “You know it, mate.”

He then proceeds to slap his rear several times, releasing a high-pitched moan. “Oh, baby, just like that! I’ve been such a bad baby boy! Whip me into shape, please. I’m begging you!”

His friends burst into a roar, causing your cheeks flush.

“Come on, you bugger.” You tug him harshly, continuing your journey to the loo.

The door swings open and you shove him through it, locking it behind you. He wobbles over to lean on the marble counter, knuckling at his wide eyes as he giggles messily.

The bathroom is spotless, much to your surprise. Alexa had really gone all out for this party. You grab a linen towel from a big basket near the jacuzzi bathtub, wetting it under the faucet and drifting towards Harry, who is distracted childishly with his dog tag, tugging and twisting at it.

You dab the warm cloth onto his forehead, wiping the dried sweat and sliding it down his jaw and around his mouth to rid of the residue of liquor.

He behaves obediently, reaching up to play with the ends of your hair, tugging at it every now and then, his eyes quickly flitting up to yours to see your reaction. You wipe down his neck and the exposed bit of his chest until he’s fairly clean. You toss the towel in the dirty hamper, buttoning up his shirt once again and finger combing his floppy mop of semi-curls, then massaging his ears in small, long, circular motions.

He hums appreciatively, blinking sluggishly down at you and grinning like a fool. “S'good. You’re good, I mean. With your hands. You’re good with tour hands.”

“Oh, am I really?” You cock an eyebrow, amused at the suggestiveness of his words, even though he didn’t mean them in such way.

He nods his head quickly a few times, not catching on immediately, but the idea eventually dawns on him, eyes going even bigger. “Oh, wait! No, I didn’t– I, like…Not like that or anything! I meant it as in you’re good at massaging my ears, not my dick.”

“So I’m not good at handies, is what you’re saying?” You pout with fake hurt, looking down at your feet.

“What? No! No, you’re amazing, darling! You’re amazing at getting me off! It’s just that, at this moment, I didn’t mean it like that. But you aren’t bad, I swear. You’re real good at massaging everything– anything– I just–” He babbles aimlessly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights.

It makes you smile. “I know, dumbass. I know what you mean.”

“Okay, good,” he sighs in relief, looking down as you sift your fingers with his. “You’re good.”

You nod slowly, kissing his forehead with care. He squeezes your hands gently, melting into your body as you kiss all over his face.

“You’re…so good to me.” He glubs, his tongue suddenly losing feeling inside his mouth. His eyes slowly trail up to yours, his teeth worrying the inside of his bottom lip. “You’re…” Harry takes one of your hands, setting it over his belt buckle. “Incredible.”

You get the memo right away, your fingers toying with the metal bit of the accessory. “Yeah? How incredible?”

His breathing is hitching in his throat, his stomach making faint churning noises as the alcohol settles into his system. A hiccup jolts his shoulders, his eyebrows scrunching at the spontaneous motion. Your hand is already worked into his pants, fingers cupping him over his briefs. He’s hot and heavy over the fabric, twitching with excitement.

You grope him roughly, repeating your question. “How incredible, H?”

His eyes flick up and down between your actions below and your eyes up top, dopily picking at the nails on his long fingers. “Really incredible. Don’t–” he swallows heavily, chipping off a large piece of the black nail polish you had helped him coat on a couple days back. “Don’t deserve you sometimes.”

You’re movements stop and an objecting whimper strings out from him immediately.

“What d'you mean you don’t deserve me?” You question quietly, reaching your free hand up to cup his jaw, your heart melting when he cradles it into your palm.

“S'like…” He trails off, sniffling faintly and you remember how sentimental he can get when he gets drunk.

“It’s like what, baby?” You nudge gently, smiling up at him with soft encouragement.

Harry’s breathing becomes more controlled as he switches hands now, all of the nail lacquer chipped clean off his right hand. “Can you…can you keep going?”

“Hm?”

“Can you…” He clenches his thighs, bringing your attention down to his swollen prick. You hadn’t realized how badly it had started to throb. He looks away shyly, cheeks and neck strawberry red as he asks you to keep jerking him off.

“Sure, Har. Feels nice? Helps you think a little better?” You dip inside his underwear, tugging his wet shaft out of its confinements and pumping it slowly.

“Y-Yeah,” He sighs shakily, hands trembling. He throws his head back against the light, lavender wall, the muscle inside his jaw ticking. “Oh, fuck yeah…”

“Now what’s this whole–” You give him a small squeeze just below the head, thumbing a couple of times over his leaking hole, just how he likes it, “thing about not deserving me?”

“S'just…after I got off on break, I said I had done it to spend more time with youuu-oh!” His hips give a tight buck into your cupped hand and he’s obviously trying to control himself.

“Yeah?”

“And then I took up the m-movie deal. And you…you weren’t even angry at me? I did it out of no where and you were nothing but happy, even though I broke the promise…” He’s sniffling again, wiping his nose along his shoulder with the shirt sleeve. “You did nothing but support me when I just left you hanging like that and I don’t deserve your patience. I leave you all by yourself to go on tour, get off of tour and then leave you again to do a movie and you haven’t said one bad thing and I just…And then now, having to deal with me drunk off my ass and trying to eat a fucking cig, for Christ’s sake! I don’t–”

“Bullshit.” You state, your tone so strict to the point where he jumps slightly. “I knew that dating you would come with this and I did it anyways because I love you. You never have to worry about this stuff with me, H. If I ever get sad about it, I’ll tell you, but don’t beat yourself up, alright? You live an exhausting enough life as it is, so don’t worry about me, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you because you more than deserve me– you’re a good man with a huge heart and you’re doing all you can to get a good, solid career. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Harry smiles all watery, kissing your nose. “I love you– fuck, I–so much. You’re just…can’t even put it into words.”

You kiss at the pulse in his neck, murmuring comfort. “Love you, too, my sparkler-eating dumbass.”

He chokes out a laugh, which is cut off by a hearty moan as you give his dick a twist.

“Can I finish you off now without any more tears being shed?” You tease, biting along the skin of his jaw.

“Hell yeah.”

anonymous asked:

"We can't go back and say 'and then they fell in love!' " D:

yeah and i took that as they can’t go back and make it happen sooner. they said keith and lance have a very natural development together. the romance has been said to be slow burn and as i’ve said 27387574 times now and they are the only two that fit that perfectly. they’re the only two that fit everything that’s been said about the romance perfectly. this just became more true with s3. they are the pairing that has the most onscreen development. their development has been made the focus, or at least a subtle focus, many times throughout the show. people are arguing that lance’s love interest could be allura given their development in s3 and i’ve debunked that already. none of their interactions in s3 gave me any romantic vibes. i can pick up on romantic vibes when they’re presented to me and lance and allura had none. no shipping goggles on whatsoever and i still felt nothing romantic about their interactions. aleu has pointed out that the scene where lance hands over his bayard to allura, felt an awful lot like the scene between mako and korra in the finale of TLOK. it felt like the closing of a chapter. they’ve grown to respect each other and they’re friends.

AND you really really have to remember that they couldn’t just fucking say “OH YEAH they end up together!!!” that interviewer shouldn’t have even asked them that, or anything about any ships because they should know they can’t just say what ship is going to be endgame. they have to be careful and they have to choose their words wisely when answering questions like that. they can’t straight out spoil anything and they can’t just say no comment or it would give it away. if klance really wasn’t going to be canon, i think they would have just instantly shut it down tbh. yeah, they say all ships are valid (lol they’re not but whatever) but when they say that, they’re talking about fanon. they’ve literally shut down she/th a couple times now because they have a brotherly relationship in the show… and of course, that age gap. YET SHIT SHIPPERS STILL THINK IT HAS A CHANCE AT BEING CANON? shit shippers still think their interactions are meant to be romantic? lmao funny. klance shippers are not reaching when we say klance is going to be canon. we know they’re not scared of shutting down a ship and they’ve spoken positively and openly about klance on a couple occasions now. they aren’t baiting, she said it herself and we’ve all witnessed the development between keith and lance and how it’s pretty obviously not… strictly platonic. there is something else there and i feel like if they were only going for a friendship arc between them, it would have been a more drawn out thing? but they’ve already had so much development and we’re only at s3. so many people have picked up on it, tbh. so many people have said that klance shippers remind them of how korrasami shippers were before it was confirmed. we’re not dumb. we can see what’s been given to us for what it is. i, personally, have always been extremely good at reading things like this. i get it from my mom. when we watch stuff together, we both always call who’s going to get with who… who’s going to betray who… we have literally never been wrong. we almost always pick up on plot twists before they happen, too.

keith and lance are so undeniably each other’s love interests, how do some people not see this??? especially after the shot we got of keith through lance’s eyes??? he was literally admiring him and seeing him in a new light. all those soft looks that keith saves just for lance??? he’s not just interested in being lance’s friend. he has wanted to get closer to him ever since their bonding moment and he got upset when lance said it didn’t happen. why would keith get THAT upset and then proceed to, only AFTER the bonding moment, get jealous when lance flirts with people around him if he wasn’t interested in him romantically??? they aren’t baiting and i think lauren wanted to clarify that and she also wanted to clarify that when klance is canon, it was never because it’s what the fans wanted. it was never because it’s the fan favorite. it’s because it’s been planned from the start. it’s what’s best for the story, it’s what’s natural for it. the klance interactions in seasons 1 and 2 were done when they didn’t even have any clue that klance would be this huge. these two have so much trope-y shit surrounding them and their interactions. the build-up is so obvious to me, i honestly get a little confused when people don’t think they’re meant to end up together… because this isn’t me being so certain just because i love the ship and want to see them together. it’s me being so certain because i SEE it… i see what they’re doing with these two. i see what’s happening. i’ve seen it from the very start. i do not see ANYTHING like it between any other characters. shay and hunk are different because it’s clear that they’re meant to be viewed as a romantic pairing, but with keith and lance… it is subtle and gradual… it is the natural evolution of their relationship. it is a slow burn romance.

hideyoshineki  asked:

Thank you for the amazing update! I'm curious; while you gave us a good idea of what drunk Yuuri was yelling about at the party with the 'you' and the observation that it sounded like a series of insults, did you have in mind exactly what Yuuri was saying? Or just the general gist since nobody in the fic knows (and will never find out anyway)?

Lol will Yuuri’s yelling in Japanese forever remain a mystery?? ;)

Are we ever going to know what yuuri said when he was drunk?

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I wont write it out exactly but the general gist of it was:

Yuuri’s face contorted in an instant, eyes narrowing and mouth twisting into an almost snarl as he called something sharp and harsh in an unfamiliar language across the room, eyes still looking directly at Viktor. Despite not understanding a single one of the few words that Yuuri had just said, from the tone and his accusatory pointing finger Viktor was pretty sure that the words would translate into something very similar to a version of ‘you’ that was very far from polite.

This is pretty much exactly what it looks like, Yuuri is pointing at Viktor and saying something along the lines of ‘you! Hey, you’ in a rude way.

“Ignoring his hesitant words of greeting Yuuri snapped out another tumbled string of syllables in the same foreign language as his first.”

Here Yuuri is telling a brief summary of why he hates Viktor, something along the lines of ‘yeah, you! you called me fat and didn’t think I could be a skater. How do you like me now asshole?’ 

At Viktor’s lack of response Yuuri yelled something else that sounded suspiciously like a series of insults

Again, this is exactly what it looks like. Viktor isn’t responding so drunk!Yuuri is just generally insulting him like ‘you’re so arrogant and I hate you’ etc

Viktor turned back to Yuuri who was still slumped in his arms, glaring up at Viktor, mumbling something in Japanese and poking Viktor sharply in the chest

Here Yuuri’s kind of mellowed out slightly because he’s yelled most of the actual insults his drunk mind can think of so now he’s saying more along the lines of ‘I hate you and your stupid skating and your pretty face’

After some manoeuvring he managed to get Yuuri back on his feet again but the other man ended up clinging to his shoulder, half draped over Viktor as he continued to drunkenly rant at the man he had plastered himself too, feet too unsteady to stand on his own.

“Here Yuuri is ranting about his feelings basically. Something along the lines of ‘I hate how you always beat me and now I beat you and you didn’t even stick around to see it and it’s not fair, why did you just leave?’

Yuuri mumbled something else that was definitely not in English and finally stopped ranting, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder with a yawn and sounding considerably less angry than he had a few seconds before.

But at least you’re here now

Every now and again he tossed another couple of words at Viktor but they sounded as though they had much less bite to them as before.

‘I still hate you, you know.’ etc but much less mean and more of an afterthought

Instead he simply wound his arms around Viktor’s neck and buried his face into his shoulder, muttering something else that Viktor couldn’t quite make out.

This is where he started to get into sappy territory, when Viktor picked him up. Something like ‘you feel really nice’

And then obviously he finally starts talking in English