lots of people have been asking so here you go

this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)

before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.

self-care advice:

okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.

1. eat a lot & stay hydrated

when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.

2. pamper yourself

i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:

  • sheet masks
  • body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
  • scented candles
  • hand cream
  • nail polish
  • eye masks
  • a good facial cleanser
  • serums
  • bath bombs

and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.

3. sleep

everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls. 

4. believe in yourself

it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too. 

organisational tips:

1. plan everything

i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.

here’s a link to how i used my planner back in high school. 

i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.

2. post-its

i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.

+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!

so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.

buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me. 

3. figure out a system that works for you

so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.

i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way. 

motivational tips:


go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:

  • “make hermione proud”
  • “effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
  • “you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”


2. studyblr

this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!

3. music

get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe

i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)

that’s all, folks!

in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed. 

you can do it! i believe in you! 

stay motivated x

Fic Recs - 3k Celebration

Holy shit y’all are awesome. People have been asking me a lot about some of my favorite fics so here you go! I’ll keep updating it every once in a while. Also, most are smut. 

Show Me Love (this is what made me start writing)




Sebastian Stan

James Buchanan Barnes

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader x Bucky


Rearranging Myself For Comfort

So I’ve been getting a lot of people asking a variety of questions over the last few weeks; I’ve posted some on here and others have been direct messages. A lot of them, while different, all seem to follow a theme; tell me if you can spot it:

- ‘What would you recommend when going out dressed up?’

- ‘Everything is uncomfortable, what should I wear?’

- ‘Should approach my partner/friends about crossdressing?’

Spotted it yet? All of these questions are, at their basic form, about being comfortable as a crossdresser.

During every crossdresser’s life, they’re going to fell uncomfortable; this could be either physically, mentally, or both. I’ve felt it, you’ve probably felt it, everyone feels it.

Is it because crossdressing is something that’s seen as unnatural? As though you’re doing something taboo or forbidden?


Let’s be realistic for a second here. We’re living in an age where fashion saw the boundaries of ‘normality’ and waved while they went sprinting right past; a man in a dress, no matter how feminine or masculine they look, is nothing surprising any more.

I’m gonna try not to sound like a bitch here, but it’s not them, it’s you.

So Why Am I Uncomfortable When Dressing Up?

1. Because That Dress Ain’t Right On You

I’ve said this so many times before, but I’m gaining hundreds of followers every week so I’ll say it again for all you newcomers (Hi there by the way).

Dress for your body, not what you want your body to be.

Dresses aren’t magical; they don’t just magically give you curves and hide your shoulders. If you’re going to wear a tight dress that starts just above the cleavage and stops just under the hips, you better make sure you’ve got the body to support it (go look at @abbycatsuk, she’s a perfect example of how this look can be pulled off).

Certain looks (like the short, tight dress one) is such a hard look for crossdressers; even experienced gurls, myself included, have difficulty making it work. It isn’t because you’re not good at crossdressing, it’s because these dresses aren’t made for everyone. There are a lot of actual girls out there that would struggle to wear something like that.

Instead, you should wear something that compliments your body type. @isabelladecarrington has made several great posts about this and, quite frankly, puts it much better than I could. It’s worth reading her work if you want to know how you can dress for a more feminine figure.

If you’re after the TL;DR version, don’t wear something short that will cling to your body unless you’re 100% confident it will work. Instead, try a skater dress, I’m yet to meet a gurl who doesn’t look natural in one.

2. Because you’re hiding something.

I’ve struggled a lot with this. Not just with my current partner but previous girlfriends and even friends. Hiding as a crossdresser, for some people, isn’t a choice but a necessity. However, for others, we hide it simply because we’re nervous of the reactions from those close to us.

When I told my friends I knew there wouldn’t be a negative reaction. I realised later that I struggled to tell them because I had made it into a big deal in my head.

This made me extremely uncomfortable. Any time we met where fashion or makeup was talked about, I felt like I couldn’t join in because I would out myself. At the same time I wanted my friends to know, but I felt I couldn’t tell them only because I had kept it hidden.

It felt like a bigger problem than it should have been because I had kept it a secret for so long…

Unsurprisingly, there’s an easy way around this.

If you feel uncomfortable around people because they don’t you crossdress, just tell them.

So many people don’t really care about it these days. In fact, in a lot of circles, it’s finally getting accepted as something that is simply a hobby, no different to collecting stamps or gardening.

The benefit to this; my friends ask me about Jess all the time. I get asked on a regular basis whether I’ll be going to social events as Jess or not, and sometimes Jess has even been requested to make an appearance.

This might not be a problem if you crossdress as a fetish, but for those of you who feel crossdressing is a part of who you are, it’s certainly worth a try. Worse case scenario, you find out who your real friends are.

3. Because you think people are staring at you.

Let me tell you about the first time I went out as Jess. I was wearing 6-inch platform heels and towered over practically everything and everyone in London (I was asked to change the batteries on Big Ben, I politely declined). I like to think that everything else looked on-point, but being that tall made me stand out.

I got a lot of stares from people when I first left the car, especially from an elderly drunken gentleman who couldn’t figure out if I was a man or an Amazonian. I had a few wolf-whistles and several sexual comments (probably out of jest, but I’ll take it regardless).

After a couple of minutes, I completely forgot I was even wearing a dress.

Confidence can really help here, and I can’t express how much better it was to be surrounded by friends at this point, but after not very long I stopped thinking about everyone else and just how happy I was to be out. People might have still been staring, but I was no longer caring.

The upside of this is that I only got compliments, not insults (to my face at least). Several people came to tell me about how they loved my outfit, some asked about my heeled boots and several people were shocked when they heard my voice and had simply assumed I was just hella tall.

The thing is, the people who don’t like it won’t make themselves known. The people who like/love it will go out of their way to let you know. The first step is the hardest, the rest is just a cat-walk.

Yeah… I’ve gone and dragged this on again haven’t I. 

For those of you who are curious, I’m still contemplating starting the Crossdressing Magazine. I didn’t get as many responses as I wanted but it’s clear that it’s something many of you are interested in.

Regardless, here’s a picture for those of you had the patience to read through this essay of a post (much appreciated).

Yep, those are the tower boots.

I’m going to post a photoset of this outfit tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Until then, thanks for reading! I hope this has helped a few of you.

If it has, make sure you reblog for your followers too!

- Jessica Blaise x x

anonymous asked:

Hello Cake :D Beautiful art! I was wondering if you have any tips for legs? I notice your legs are "muscular" ( i think thats the right word for them) and they look so marvelous. I try to look up references but most pictures of legs are lined straighter, rather than giving that structured/muscular look. I hope I am making sense.

thank you!
a lot of people have been asking this so here you go quq
hope it’s a little helpful 8D

Kiss Me Not -Part 2-

Find Part One Here!

Let’s get this party started, shall we?

Harry threw back the last of his fire whisky and thumped the glass down on the table, yelling above the music from the wireless, “I’m gonna kiss everyone in this room!”

A drunken cheer greeted his declaration. A girl sitting behind him startled to her feet, her drink spilling over her fingers as she stepped closer, “Me first,” she smiled shyly.

She had been flirting rather desperately with Harry all night and though he wasn’t interested in the slightest he leaned down. She twitched forward eagerly and was just as quickly pushed back quite a distance from Harry. Apparently, she was a particularly bad match.

He didn’t laugh in her face but it was a near thing. He was just drunk enough that awfulness of his situation was fucking hilarious.

“Sorry,” Harry grinned and turned to the person sitting beside her and then the next person and the next. One miss after another as the music and chatter grew louder and the night wore on. He teased Dean and Seamus into a kiss, Dean almost managed it, close enough Harry could feel his laughter before he pulled away to give Seamus a proper kiss. He did not kiss Ron or Hermione, it would’ve been like kissing a sibling and he wasn’t interested in having creepy nightmares about it for the rest of his life. Everyone else he approached humoured him and gave Harry a go at a quick kiss.

He was fast running out of people to try- and fail -to kiss when he found himself at the back corner of the room, the large couch pushed against the wall had been taken over by the only three Slytherin’s who came back to finish up their schooling, Blaise, Pansy and, Draco Malfoy. They were relaxed, somewhat sprawled over one another with a bottle of fire whisky to pass between them. They weren’t nearly as relaxed when they noticed Harry staring at them, the lot of them stiffening like a group of alley cats arching their backs and hissing.

What?” Pansy lifted her nose with a sniff, “We’ve a right to be here, same as you.”

“You need something, Potter?” Blaise asked.

Harry blinked, “A kiss,” he said. Once upon a time, the prospect of kissing a trio of Slytherins would have been far too nerve-wracking but not anymore. The thing about trying to kiss about a hundred odd people was that the whole procedure rather lost it’s magic, so to speak.

They all stared at him blankly.

“I did say I was going to kiss everyone in the room,” Harry made a show of looking around, “You’re here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Pansy said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Blaise laughed,  pushing himself to his feet and out of the tangle of his friend’s legs without somehow tripping himself up, “Me first, Boy-wonder,” Blaise said with the smug challenging sort of look that seemed to be calling out Harry’s bluff.

Harry returned the look, “Get on with it then.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Blaise’s face before he managed to mask it, crossing the distance between them.

Harry tried to stay calm. The whole kissing thing seemed to work out better if he could but it was pointless since Blaise hardly had a go at all. As soon as the nudging pressure began to make itself known he backed off with a smirk.

Blaise dropped back onto the couch with a thud, “Well, that was anticlimactic.”

Pansy looked from Harry to Blaise curiously and then popped up, approaching Harry with a tilt to her head that brought to Harry’s mind the alley cat image again. She went up on tiptoes and Harry leaned down as she tried to kiss the corner of his mouth. Harry was a little surprised how close she got, about a half an inch away.

Her eyes widened as she pulled back. She exchanged a questioning look with Blaise that turned into a knowing one.

She looked back at Harry with an appraising smile, “I see,” she said to herself as she slowly backed away from him.

When the back of her legs hit the couch she stopped and looked over at Draco who was sitting stiffly in the centre. His arms were wrapped nervously around his waist, one hand clutching the neck of the whisky bottle as he scowled up at Harry.

“Your turn, Draco,” Pansy said. When he didn’t move immediately she gave his ankle a halfhearted kick, “Come on.”

Blaise leaned over, grabbing hold of his shoulder and pushing him forward, “Give it a go, my friend. It’s a laugh.”

Draco looked over at Blaise furiously. A flush was rising in his cheeks as he knocked Blaise’s hand away and stood unsteadily, pushing the bottle into Pansy’s chest with a bit too much force. He wavered
on his feet, his eyes looking like he was having trouble focusing. Draco was completely and utterly pissed.

Harry watched with growing apprehension. Draco was flushed, his hair gone a little wild, even his clothes were slightly rumpled and there was a grim determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, absentmindedly pulling his shirt straight and smoothing his hair back with one hand, though it didn’t stay.

A prickle started on the back of Harry’s neck, the hair on his arms standing up. His heart rate began to pick up as the shivery tension raced through Harry with every step Draco got closer. He had felt this before when they fought, this thundering, shivery pulling feeling. Harry had always thought it was the adrenaline from being angry and from fighting but…

Draco stopped a foot away and then almost swayed forward until they were almost touching. Harry saw close his eyes briefly as if gathering himself, a shiver made his shoulder twitch. When he opened his eyes again Harry felt transfixed by the flat grey colour. Harry’s hand moving without his permission, pressing against the flat planes of Draco’s chest,. Harry felt another shiver go through Draco, stronger than the last, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, his pupils darkening.

Harry leaned forward, almost haltingly. He kept expecting the pressure to start, to push him back, but instead, it almost felt like he was being tugged closer, and there was almost a static hum in the air, prickling along his skin. He reached up, brushing his fingers lightly on Draco’s chin, too nervous to actually cup his cheek. Draco tilted his head and Harry felt his breath ghost across his lips, felt his lips, soft and careful and shivering just like Harry was and-

“ENOUGH!” Headmistress McGonagall’s voice cut through the party like a blade of ice. “This party is over.

Harry and Draco startled away from each other. The music was shut off and the room slowly took on the deathly calm of those who know they are completely and utterly hosed.

McGonagall’s eyes narrowed as she looked over the room, “There will be no more parties, for the rest of the year,” she said coldly, “Hogsmeade weekends are canceled and everyone here, including eighth years, are to remain on the castle grounds for the next three months-” there was a chorus of groans that was abruptly cut off with a single look, “-All of your curfews are now at eight pm, all of you.” There were no attempts to complain this time, simply an overwhelming and spreading air of despair. “If you are going to act like children, you will be treated like children. If any of you are found with alcohol on school grounds again, you will be suspended,” she pursed her lips in disappointment, “I do hope you will learn from this. Now go to your dorms.”

The students swayed and shuffled out of the room with their heads low to avoid eye contact.

Harry hadn’t moved. He wasn’t entirely aware of what was happening until a hand firmly took him by the upper arm.

“Mr Potter.” McGonagall said, some of the sternness leaving her voice, “Are you well? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“I- What-?” Harry asked blankly, his mind entirely consumed by a single kiss, so brief there was part of his mind that wasn’t entity certain it had happened.

McGonagall frowned, her question changing to an order, “Go to the hospital wing. Have Poppy look you over.”

“The hospital wing,” Harry repeated.

The room was entirely empty. Harry didn’t know when that had happened.

“You’re trembling Harry,” McGonagall said, looking Harry over with concern,  “I’ll walk you there myself.”

Part 1 ~ Part 2 (you are here!) ~ Part 3 ~   Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~

studying 101: how to stay focused, motivated, and on track.

lots of you have been messaging me asking for study tips and methods i personally use, so here is a masterpost for studying that i’ve created for all of you! feel free to reblog and add your own advice, but just remember to keep in mind that learning is a very individualized process and what may work for me may not work for you. that being said…here we go!

staying focused

- an app called self control (which i think is only available for mac) is perfect for people who use their laptops to do work but always find themselves aimlessly browsing buzzfeed, facebook, and twitter instead. it blocks websites for you for a specified amount of time so you can’t access them! what i like to do is set it for anywhere from 1 to 2 hours, do some intense studying, and then reward myself with a 15 minute break. then i set the timer again.

- sometimes when i try to sit and study for long periods of time, i start to get antsy and starting fiddling with my pens or shifting in my seat a little too much. what i do to combat this is get out of my seat and do a very quick mini work out to calm my nerves and get the restless feeling out of my system. this also helps if i start to feel drowsy or tired because it helps get oxygen to your brain and gets blood flowing! i like to do to 10 jumping jacks, 10 sit ups, 10 pushups, and 10 squats.

- switch up your studying methods occasionally. there’s nothing more boring than copying notes everyday or reading chapter after chapter of the same textbook. quiz yourself with flashcards, create a diagram or chart instead of plain notes, annotate your textbook as your read with different pens… varying your methods of study will not only help you grasp the material better (since you’re learning it in many different ways), but it’ll keep you from getting bored.

- turn off your cell phone. i’m sorry. but seriously. turn it off. put it away. and none of that “i’ll just put it on silent” bullshit. turning it off is way better because then you get too impatient/lazy to turn it on and use it again.

- try not to devote more than 5-6 hours of studying per day. after that long, your brain becomes over-tired and stops processing information as well. there’s no point in forcing yourself to sit any longer. i myself usually study for 3-4 hours a day, and if i need to do more than that, i’ll do one session in the morning/afternoon and one in the evening.

staying motivated

- keep a picture of nicki minaj giving one of her “stay in school” speeches on your desk/as your laptop background (when you’re using it to do work). seriously. and if you’re not a fan of nicki then bye.

- this is so preschool, but when me and my roomie lived in the dorms our first year (of college), we would put up tests that we got an A on on our mini fridge. seeing them displayed there made us want to study more for exams and tests because we got so excited to pin shit up on the fridge. try it. it’s surprisingly rewarding.

- there’s an extension for the google chrome browser called momentum that displays as your home page your main goal for the day and a to-do list. i’ve found this is really helpful because whenever i start up my computer in the morning, i’m shown what i need to do for the day (along with a pretty nature picture - you’ll see what i mean when you install it) and can check things off as i go.

- while you eat breakfast, make a to-do list for the day and include one thing you’ve already done (e.g. cook & eat breakfast). that way, you already get to check something off and it’s easier to keep going for the rest of the things you have to do. 

staying on track

- keep a planner/agenda. i personally like having a physical agenda, but i know some people who prefer their phones for convenience. i look for agendas with a monthly calendar followed by a week on two pages. what i like to do is take my syllabi i’m given on the first day of class and write down all of the major assignments or tests in my planner and highlight them so they’re easily seen. i write down the readings week by week since those are subject to change, whereas major tests/papers usually do not.

- speaking of syllabi, keep them where they’re easily seen. for example, tape them above your study desk so you have easy access to assignment and reading due dates as well as contact information and office hours for your professors.

- some classes are modeled such that the current week’s lesson build upon what you learned in the previous week. it’s very easy to fall behind in such classes, so what i like to do is go over the notes i took in lecture and rewrite them in more explicit terms. if there’s something in my notes i can’t explain to myself, i’ll flag it and take it to my professor’s office hours (or simply email them, if the question is simple enough) so i’m not clueless come the next lesson.

- #SundayGetShitDoneDay. yep. it’s totes a thing. use your sundays to try and get ahead with the reading assignments. i’ve found that reading assignments (as opposed to online assignments or papers) are the first things to get ignored once the workload increases. try and combat this by doing them ahead of time on the weekend.

that’s everything i can think of off the top of my head! feel free to message me with other/specific questions you may have and i’ll try my best to help you out. i hope you found this guide useful! happy studying! :)

From The Dining Table - Harry Styles AU

Warnings: smut 

Summary: Where Harry really fucked up.

A/N: I’m sorry if there’s any grammar errors ! This is my first AU writing and I work really hard on this one, I hope you enjoy it ! (P.S GIF’s not mine)

Words: 1,844

PART 1 // PART 2

“Argh… Fuck.” Harry moaned, his hands were under his pants pumping his dick faster and faster until he reaches his climax, the hotel room are very quiet and cold. He made his way to the bathroom to shower and clean himself, the warm water are dripping all over his tense body, he’s been very lonely. He have been very busy with the debut album, everything is very exhausting that he forgot about [Y/N]. 

Tall skinny body, brown glowy skin, wavy hair she is so beautiful that Harry is confused why the hell she’s not a freaking super model. They have broken up months ago, but he’s still not over it yet, Harry found himself still thinking about her but Harry is positive that [Y/N] is 100% over him. He walked out of the shower after he finished drying his hair, because it became a routine ever since [Y/N] told him that it’s not good to sleep with your hair dripping wet. Harry misses her so much that it hurts his whole body, especially his chest. He misses her Tom Ford perfume Harry had gifted to her because the scent of that perfume just reminds him of [Y/N], the screaming that came from the dining table while she works on her job that is graphic design because she forgot to add another layer, coming home to her playing the grand piano, and the way she took care of him 

until he can’t take it, so he called her. 

“Hello?” Her voice are raspy, she sounds like she just got out of bed then Harry checked the digital clock that is beside his bed 

02:32 AM Crap. 

He thought, he forgot that it’s two in the freaking morning 

“Who the fuck is this?” She continued “It’s- It’s Ha- Harry.” Harry stutters “Why the hell are you calling me in this hour?! Can’t it wait tomorrow?”

 "Can- Can I come to your apartment?“ 

“In this hour? Hell no Styles.” She answered “Please [Y/N]?” She didn’t answer him for a couple seconds but then she agreed “Fine.”

 "Thanks Love.“ The nickname definitely slips out of his mouth, he didn’t mean to call her that, after he hung up he put on some clothes, took his keys and immediately drive to [Y/N]’s apartment. 

When he arrived at the white building he immediately made his way inside and went to the receptionist desk but he found the staff sleeping with his head rested on the wooden table so he went upstairs without leaving his ID at the receptionist desk. 

The elevator dinged when it arrived at the third floor, he walked outside and began to find [Y/N]’s apartment door. 

0703.The sign on the black door said, he knocked it a couple times but there is no sign that [Y/N] is making her way to the door, so he open up the door; it’s unlocked

 "God Damn it [Y/N].” He went inside quickly and walk straight to [Y/N]’s room and he’s never been so relieved in his life to see her sleeping safely in her bedroom, he sat at the small red couch beside her bed, watching someone while sleeping is overused and mainstream but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the beautiful girl that is sleeping. After a couple minute watching her sleeping quietly Harry decided to go out of the room to get some water but Harry being the clumsy guy he is, he accidentally run in to her nightstand and knocked up a little night lamp “Fuck.” He hisses quietly 

“What the…” [Y/N] is awake by the time Harry clutching on his toes “I’m ver-very sorry, please go back to sleep.” He didn’t know what to say, It’s been months since the last time they saw each other “No, I just- you really came here.” She said

 "I did.“ He nodded, [Y/N] sighed and sit up "Why do you came here? It’s like in the middle of the night! This is so weird you are my ex boyfriend and-" 

"You didn’t lock your door, that’s dangerous.” He cut off her sentence 

“It’s not like I have something worth thousands of dollars inside this crappy apartment.” She answered “But they can hurt you.”

 "Why do you care Harry? Just go home okay, get some sleep I’m sure you have a lot of things to do tomorrow.“ She’s always been the type of girl that is not into complicated drama, if there’s a problem or a conflict she’ll try to fix it right away leaving the drama out of it 

"But I miss you.” That. There’s the words that Harry has been dying to say to her 

“Just go home okay H?” The nickname, she didn’t mean for it to slip out of her lips “There’s no alcohol in this world that can sink in the chest pain I am having every time I think about you.”

 "Go home Drama Queen, you don’t get to say that after leaving me with no phone call or text after the break up.“ She lay down and turn to the other side "I’m sorry [Y/N]." 

"You are forgiven, now go home get some sleep.” Harry sighed and sit at the edge of her bed, she’s never been the one that have a lot of money, she rarely treated herself, she hardly want to buy anything because her job didn’t pay her that well and Harry miss the time he can spoil her with anything even though she didn’t like it when people buy her things 

“Can I sleep here? On the couch?” He asked her “What ever I don’t care.” She coldly answered, Harry nodded despite the fact that she can’t see him so he took of his shoes and shirt leaving him with the dark grey sweatpants he is wearing and try to lay down on the couch and slowly he fell asleep. 

After about fifteen minuted being half asleep Harry are woken up by a sound of someone sobbing quietly, Harry immediately sit up and went over to the bed to check on [Y/N] 

“[Y/N]?” He whispered, she looked a little shocked “God damn it H, I thought you were asleep.” She rasp “I was.” Harry’s fingers are wiping the tears that is staining her beautiful face “Why are you crying? Tell me [Y/N].”

 "It’s just- It’s just that you don’t get to come here, calling in the middle of the night out of nowhere after you decided that you missed me! I have been missing you this whole time but I can’t just call you and tell you that I missed you! You can’t do that Harry that’s not fucking fair!“ She shouted, clutching on to the pillow she’s hugging, the familiar pain sensation spreading across his chest "I’m so sorry darling, that it took me a lot of time to realize that I missed you,” she shooked her head while the tears keep streaming out of her eyes, Harry tugged the wavy hair on to the back of her ears “Come one Love, show me your beautiful face,” She always falls for his charms, the way he talk to her made her knees weak, and somehow she always agree to do what he says as if she’s compelled she should be hating him after all of the things he did to her but as you can see now she’s letting him in again 

“There you go.” he began to dry the tears from her face and lay down beside her “I thought, maybe one day you’d call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. I waited Harry and God, I hate myself so much for getting my hopes up. It hurts H.”

 "I’m sorry, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m here now, I’m not leaving you not again, not anymore,“ Harry lay down beside her and play with her hair from the back, he know that [Y/N] will be fast asleep if Harry played with her hair "I love you [Y/N], now sleep my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

 Harry woke up with [Y/N] sleeping quietly beside him facing the big and dirty window, Harry didn’t have her wrapped around his arms because cuddles won’t instantly fix them, Harry don’t think that it’s what [Y/N] wanted, so he gave her space; just like what she wanted. It’s been a very long time since Harry came to this apartment, the last time he came here was before [Y/N] move to his apartment and help her packs up her things. Harry slowly sit up and walk outside her room to get something to eat, he went to the kitchen and open up the fridge; it doesn’t have anything unless two bottles of wine and Chinese food leftovers that is probably not edible by now Harry wants to go out and buy something to eat for both of them but he promised her when she wakes up he’s going to be right here.

 [Y/N] woke up facing the window, she roll over and found the space beside her empty. She sighs knowing that this would happen, and how she shouldn’t get her hopes up that Harry would stay the night. She checked her nightstand and no, he didn’t left any notes she told herself to get over it and get ready to start the day. 

Harry heard a shuffling in [Y/N]’s room and decided to check her, as he walk inside her room he saw her in a plain black bra set “JESUS!” She screamed and cover herself with a blanket “It’s nothing I haven’t see [Y/N].” He smirked “I thought you left.” She walk over to her the other side of her bed-still in her underwear and put on some clothes, Harry can’t stop staring at her, her body-god her body is amazing “I’m a man of my words [Y/N],” Harry answered [Y/N] respond him by rolling her eyes

 "Where are you going?“ He asked seeing her putting on a jeans and a grey sweater that looks like it’s Harry’s "Work, where else?” She answered 

“Skip work.” He said, [Y/N] shook her head and laugh coldly “You think I can just skip work? I’m not like you okay?” She went to the desk and put her laptop and the charger inside her black Saint Laurent bag Harry bought for her when he was in New York “Please? It’s just one day!”

 "No, I got paid only seven dollar per hour because I’m on training. I can’t lose this job Harry,“ she walk outside her bedroom putting on a black converse and walk to the door "Go home, you don’t have to lock the door on your way out.” She slammed shut the door leaving confused Harry and her heart at the green eyed man she loved so much. 

The Preschool Teacher - Chapter One

And the winner is…..

The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.

All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.

My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.

I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.

So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!

Much love to you all! xo



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Doojoon: “Beast”. I’m writing the word Beast for the first time in a while here. A name that gifted us many memories. We put in a lot of effort to continue using it, but unfortunately we are separating with it. And now we are starting from the beginning with the name “Highlight”!! It will take a while to get used to it, right? But we are going with this with the time and memories the members and our fans built up intact so I hope we greet each other while smiling… Please give us lots of support and love!! Hwaiting!!

Junhyung: All this interest even before we debut.. Rookie group #HIGHLIGHT will work hard.

Yoseob: The love we received along with the name Beast.. Treasuring the glorious honors and precious memories well in my heart, we are starting anew with the name Highlight with you all. I believe your support and love will be of great strength to the rookie group Highlight. With wholehearted love and respect, Yoseob.

Gikwang: Our name “Beast” that has been with us until now. The name that we experienced together, were happy together with, and enjoyed, we unfortunately have to let go. We who are setting off anew with “Highlight” are still here in this spot so although this may be strange and difficult for a lot of people, we ask for even more interest and love. We will work really hard. Please watch over us.

Dongwoon: Beast Beast Beast, it’s a name that hurts and hurts. Although there are people who think we changed our name easily and people who say that it’s mediocre and aren’t used to it, we will work hard. More than anyone else, I, we are hurt the most. Thank you. Although I feel like it will hurt even more than getting used to the new name, I have to hope to get used to it. I’m in your care, Highlight.

Spiritual Block

We’ve all been there. You want to do something, you want to write something, you want to make something… But you can’t.

You can’t feel it. You can’t see it. You can’t hear it. You just feel disconnected and anxious. 

I get a lot of asks from people who ask how to reconnect with gods, spirits, and their craft. They claim things have gone cold, gone quiet, gone silent.

So here is a small list of my own suggestions to help with feeling this way. 

Get Out

Now a lot of practices aren’t nature based, so I’m going to word this a bit differently than I would if it applied solely to me. 

Get out of your everyday space. The space you sleep, you eat, you work. Go for a hike, go see a move, go to a cafe, go to a library, go down the road and just listen to the sounds around you. We isolate ourselves through routine and sometimes we put up walls without realizing it. Look at details, explore, investigate, question. Remember you are more than just a 9-5 job. Remember you are more than just the book you read on warding magic or the
overwhelming schoolwork that has been draining your inspiration. 


Look to what inspires you. Movies, artwork, other practices or crafts and allow yourself time to look through those things. Do not hold yourself to them, or compare yourself to them but rather think about what inspires you about them. What aspects do you admire? Can you incorporate those into your own practices? Can you change them to suit your own style? What can you add to make them your own, and in doing so make them something more to you?

Shuffle a deck of cards and just do a reading. Flip through a book and just read a page. Listen to a song or a playlist and skip around. Find small elements that you can use to build something bigger. Allow yourself space to write, to draw, to record these things however you can. They don’t need to be organized and they don’t need to be “proper” unless of course you’re into that. Just get it down for later when you can look it over and make sense of it all (if there is sense to make). 

Fake It

The best way to get over a block is to just keep going. After you’ve gone out and regrouped yourself just take another crack at it. Redo shrines or altars. Reorganize bookshelves and chests of materials. Check dates of herbs and cleanse crystals. Water and cull your plants. Now just do it. Don’t need anything yourself? Look to the many people in this world who need a hand. Do a spell for those who are hungry, those who are scared, those who are hurting. Or likewise do a spell against those who are greedy, those who are suffocating and killing, those who are hindering and disrupting. 

Do a spell for your own land, your own home, your friends and family members (some people will warn against doing magic without permission but I’ll leave that choice to you). Do a spell for yourself. Clean yourself. Inspire yourself. Harness passion and dedication. Bathe in it. Sing to your gods or your spirits or if you’ve none sing to the spirits who have passed. 

Turn up the music and dance.
Dance for those fighting for clean water, for those fighting for their own land, for those fighting to put food on the table, for those who feel broken and wronged and desperate. It doesn’t have to be any one person or any specific people. It is still valid and is still worth doing.


Do what you enjoy.
At the end of the day why pursue something if you aren’t enjoying it?

I mean this in a light sense. A lot of people chose this path for other reasons and many have made vows and promises but ultimately why stay if you aren’t enjoying any aspect of this? A duty? A responsibility? Maybe. But for those of us who don’t have those don’t feel restricted and restrained.

Do what you love.

If you love making wards. Make them.

Already have enough? Make some for other people. Make some for the forest. The library. Local soup kitchens.

Like writing spells? Share them. Write as many as you like.
Like constructing rituals? Leaving offerings? Writing poems? Simply being around herbs and crystals and bones? Do that. Surround yourself.

There doesn’t always have to be a reason. Or be a need. You can just do. Don’t let your mind overthink something that is in essence just an action.

For me, witchcraft is an impulse and is sporadic. I do it when I feel I should. And I have found you do not need a reason to do it.

I hope you can shake those cobwebs from your head and pursue what you enjoy.

Some people may feel their own craft is sacred or very strict and serious. This post is very obviously not directed towards your own particular situation. Please do not apply this post to your own craft if you don’t think it is applicable. This is a personal post of a public format being shared with the sole intention of helping those in similar situations. Curseshamers are tiresome and boring. I’ll spare everyone else the trouble, “Not everyone follows the ‘rules’ and ‘laws’ you do so don’t apply them to other people”. Lastly permission and it’s place in magic is something argued about. This isn’t the post to do that arguing on. If you want to discuss it get your soapbox out and stand on it on your own blog. 

caviaartifex  asked:

Do something with Sombra! Sombra/Zarya or Sombra/Katya or Sombra/Symmetra or just Sombra being Sombra and booping someone!

Okay, I totally forgot the booping part. Whoops. 

Friends with Benefits - Katya x Sombra - SFW (sorry)

[AO3] | [FF.net]


Katya should have expected that woman would be back very soon. ‘Sombra’, was it? Whatever her name was, Katya should have known. People like that didn’t stay away from people like her for very long. 

When she returned, she’d cause another security breach, Katya assumed. Maybe alarms, drama, chaos—that seemed like the sort of situation Sombra liked to manufacture. She clearly had a flair for drama, after all.

What Katya didn’t expect was to wander into her office late at night after most of her staff had gone home and find herself suddenly face to face with

God! That woman, who was sitting poised on Katya’s executive table, legs casually crossed, shaking a Chinese Baoding Ball beside her ear and listening to it chime. “Huh,” she said, examining the ball. “Are these really all that relaxing? I always wondered.”

Katya’s breath caught in her throat. “You.”

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hello! a lot of people have been asking about how i start my study sessions and what my study routine is like, so here’s a general post on study sessions :)

before study session:

start in a clean and well-lit space. it’s hard to concentrate when your work space is dirty and messy and full of stuff to fiddle around with. i also personally love to study by a window because of the natural light coming through.

make sure that you have a bottle of water nearby (stay hydrated!) and a little study snack if you’re hungry. i have a post on study snacks that you can take a look at if you want!

log off your social media accounts and turn do-not-disturb on. if you get easily distracted, then turn off your phone / laptop / tablet completely (ofc if you don’t need to use it). you don’t want any distractions to get in the way of your studying :(

if you’re the type of person who listens to music while studying, pick a playlist and turn it on. i wouldn’t really recommend youtube because of the distracting ads and potential for procrastination. i personally like to use 8tracks, but i know that some people like to use spotify as well. i’d recommend listening to instrumental / soothing / classical music without any words for distractions. you can listen to all of the study mixes that i’ve made here :)

make sure that you have all of your materials. textbooks? notebooks? paper? pens / pencils? calculator? have them ready to use so that you don’t have to get up and get them once you start your study session.

time to start studying!

during study session:

set tasks / goals for your study session. what do you want to accomplish with the time that you have? focus on that. i like to use my bullet journal to quickly jot down the tasks that i need to do.

if you really really don’t want to start or feel like procrastinating, try working 10 minutes longer. after the 10 minutes is up, see if you’re worn out or really tired. if so, then take a break. if not, keep on going! you’ve just found a good work-flow, and it’s important to keep that up.


studying too long without taking a break can actually be detrimental. you’ll only get tired and you won’t be able to process the information as clearly anymore. however, be careful not to take overly long breaks!

i like to use the timer app on my ipod to time my breaks and make sure that i’m not taking up too much time. i usually set mine to about 5 to 10 minutes depending on how i feel, and once the time is up, i go back to work.

during this time, it’s nice to take a deep breath, drink some water, and to relax a bit. go to the bathroom during this time and take a breath of fresh air. some people like to check their ig or tumblr, but make sure to get back to work once the time is up!

my personal routine:

a lot of you guys have been asking about my personal study routine, so i decided to include it in this post as well hehe. my average day after school without any meetings or events look somewhat like this:

  • go home and relax for a bit
  • study session + break + study session
  • dinner + shower
  • study session
  • wind-down time + sleep

hope this helped and good luck! if you’d like to request a post, go here and if you’d like to see more helpful posts, go here!! thanks :)

anonymous asked:

Love your gifs! I´m just starting out - any general tipps for giffing Hannibal? Thank you!

Thank you so much!!! One big tip I’d give you is learn how to color balance. 

The thing with hannibal is that there’s this green/yellow tint which is more or less the bane of every hannibal editor. If you’re familiar with giffing then you might already know that there’s an adjustment layer called color balance, but that doesn’t always work, especially in hannibal gifs. There’s two different ways I like to do this:

First method: using curves. Honestly when I learned how to do this it was life changing and I use it to color other shows too. You can either use curves or levels, it’s almost the same thing (I like using levels). Sometimes I can’t get this to work so I use the second way…

Second method: brightening gifs with a divide adjustment layer. That’s the title of the video but it also works as a color corrector. This one takes some practice but it gets you good results.

**remember that I use these methods with other adjustment layers (eg. levels/vibrance/exposure) in these gifs. You don’t have to limit yourself to one adjustment layer to edit**

When you’ve got the basic coloring down you can do colorings like this. These are just gifs from an edit I did yesterday so you can see the progression from no coloring to basic coloring to this kind of coloring. Slightly more editing to do compare to the first step, but it’s possible: 

So experiment with your coloring!! If you already know how to do this, great!! Sometimes I still see hannibal gifs with green tints so I thought this might be helpful. I also see a lot of people go for darker edits, probably because thats easier to work with and it goes with the aesthetic of the show, but I’m just here to say you don’t have to stick to one kind of edit. Hope this somewhat helps and I look forward to seeing your edits :D

Thanks To The Charger- Josh Dun

Request- Could you write one where josh and reader have a very soft and cute relationship rhen he proposes can their be slight sex scenes nothing too crazy but just crazy enough and also could you involve tyler in some way ty❤

This didn’t come out exactly how I wanted it to, but……….. hope you enjoy.

“Hey babe what do you say we go on a little date today.” Josh asked walking into your shared bedroom.

“Umm, yeah that sounds good with me, I just have to finish this email and I’ll get ready. Where were you thinking we go?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just dress casual but nice, you know your usual.” he said leaving the room.

Wow was he acting weird. 5 years of dating and you’ve only seen him get like this for our first date, which wasn’t much of a date. You got stuck in a train station in New York due to snow. you was headed to Columbus for my sister’s wedding and he was headed to his family’s house for the holidays. All trains were cancelled for that day but you decided to stick around the station, not knowing much about New York. He did the same. You started talking when he asked if you had a phone charger and when he plugged in the phone with my charger it was at 100%, so you knew he just wanted to talk to me. You had seen him looking at me earlier that day. You started talking about his band and your college and the rest is history. You moved in together 3 years ago in L.A. we both wanted to get away from our gloomy hometowns. You went on tour with him and Tyler most of the time. Going on tour with them was also your job being one of their photographers.

After getting ready for the day you made your way to the car with Josh close by. He seemed more relaxed than earlier but still nervous.

“Are you okay, you seem tense?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m fine.” you knew he was lying but you didn’t push it.

You arrived at a small beach that not many people knew about. You’ve always wanted to go there and take pictures but you never made it down there.

“I know you’ve wanted to come here to take some picture for a while so I thought why not today. I have your camera, a bathing suit, and a picnic in the trunk so we can spend all day here.” he said.

“Aw. this is so sweet. How did you plan this.” you asked when he came around to open your door.

“I’ve been planning a lot. Let’s get down there and have a fun day.” he said grabbing the stuff from the back of the car and leading you to the private place.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too. Now go take some amazing pictures.” he handed you your camera and you went off taking picture of anything and everything.

After about a half hour you made it back to where Josh was sitting on a blanket he set out.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You nodded and sat down and gave him a kiss. “Thanks Josh I’ve really wanted to get down here to get pictures.”

“Anything for my love.”

You both sat eating lunch and looking at the pictures that you already had taken. About 20 minutes after eating Josh stood and offered a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you into his side.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you started walking with him.

“Let’s get changed, it’s hot out and I wanna go in the water.” he was right it was about 90 degrees and sunny.

Once changed he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Hey Josh my eyes are up here, not down there.” he blushed and you chuckled.

“Right, sorry. You just look really good today. Not saying you don’t look great everyday but today, something is special.” he said almost hinting at something, but what?

After 5 years of dating he was still embarrassed when you caught him staring at you. It was adorable how much he adored you, but he said from the beginning he would give you the world and that he did. You always came first and you loved him for that.

The water felt refreshing on such a hot day. You and Josh hung out in the water for about a half hour when you decided you wanted to just go lay down in the sun.

He did whatever you wanted that day and it was raising some suspicions. What did he have planned?

You laid with Josh in the sun just talking until it was about 3. It was too hot to be out much longer at the beach so a 4 hour beach trip was fine.

“What do you say we pack up and head back to the car. We can go to that little boardwalk that is really quiet.” Josh suggested.

“Sounds great. I’m just going to take a few more pictures of the scenery then we can go.” you got up and took you camera. When your returned Josh had everything packed and was just waiting for you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Don’t worry about it. I would wait an eternity for you. You ready?” he asked putting his arm around you shoulder.

After a short car ride to the boardwalk Josh and you began your journey walking. It was a mile walk to the end. There was only one other car was there and it was really quiet and romantic.

“Today was really fun and relaxing.” you said breaking the silence. Josh was back to his awkward self ever since you started the drive here.

“Yeah it has been. I love spending time with you.” he said.

That made you smile. Even though you spent about 98% of your time together, it was always a different type of time while on a date. He always found a way to make you feel special.

You only had a little more ways until the end of the boardwalk when you saw 2 people at the end.

“Maybe we should turn back, I don’t want to ruin those peoples peace.” you said stopping in your tracks. Josh kept pulling you along. “Don’t worry, we won’t be bugging them.” he said with a smile on his lips.

They were just looking over out into the ocean and as you got closer the man turned around and picked something up. You were still a little too far to see, but you could hear that it was a ukelele. The girl turned around and you could see she was filming on a phone. You looked up at Josh who was just smiling like fool as he kept walking with you under his arm that was over your shoulder.

Once only being about 20 feet from the people you realized it was Jenna and Tyler. Tyler was strumming the familiar cord to the song can’t help falling in love.

“Josh what’s going on?” you asked as you stood in front of Tyler who was singing. Josh let go of you and you turned to see him down on one knee opening a little velvet box. Tyler’s voice seemed to fade as all your attention went to Josh. Now it was your turn to be smiling like a fool.

“Y/N, my love, my world, my life. I love you so, so much and I’m not sure why I waited so long to do this and I’m really nervous but I’m gonna do my best I can.” he paused before continuing. “The day I met you in the train station back in New York I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, I wanted to know you, I wanted to talk to you so badly but all I could do was ask for a dumb charger.” you chuckled thinking back. “It was probably one of the worst moves ever made especially because you caught me lying. I was so glad I got to spent all of that day with you and then the trip to Ohio with you. From the moment I first heard you laugh was when I knew I wanted to be the one to make you laugh for the rest of your life. Your smile brought me so much hope and you saved me from my demons that I was fighting at the time.  Everyday I get to spend with you reminds me of why I love you so much. I love you and want to spend my life with you. Y/N will you marry me?” at this point you were about to cry.

“Yes Josh. Oh my god yes.” you said and he stood engulfing you in a hug. You could hear Tyler and Jenna cheering in the back but your world still seemed to be so focused on Josh that you could barely hear them.

When you pulled away from the hug Josh slipped on the ring. You admired it for a moment before hugging him again and he kissed you.

“Josh it’s so beautiful. Oh my god. I’m so shocked.” you said and Jenna and Tyler approached you.

“So,were you surprised Y/N?” Tyler asked.

“Surprised? She should be more than that. Josh waited 5 years to just propose. I haven’t even known you that long Tyler and we’ve been married for 2 years.” Jenna added. You all laughed at that.

“Well I’m shocked, I didn’t think this was going to happen today, let alone you guys. When did you get here?” you asked Tyler and Jenna.

“Josh asked me to come out to sing the song, he knows it’s your favorite and Josh asked Jenna to help with picking the ring. We’ve been here for the past week and you didn’t know anything.” Tyler said.

After what felt like 2 minute was really 3 hours of enjoying eachothers company, catching up. After watching the sun go down you and Josh said your goodbyes and headed home.

“So did you like my surprises?” Josh asked.

“Like? Try love. This was perfect. I love you Josh. You’re really the best.” you said putting your hand on his leg as he drove.

Once pulling in the driveway you turned and kissed Josh. The kiss grew from a sweet one to one full of passion.

“Let’s go inside.” you said pulling away for air. He nodded and got out and lead you inside.

Once the front door was shut Josh had you up against the wall kissing you again. You pushed him off and took him to the couch. He had a smirk on his face as you pushed him down and straddled his lap.

“Y/N, we should stop before this goes any farther.” Josh said as you made your way down to his neck and grinding down on him with your hips.

“Josh, I know we’ve talked about it and I know you wanted to wait until marriage. Don’t you think we’re close enough to that now?”

“You’re right.” he said lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom as he kissed you some more. “I love you Y/N and I’m ready for this.” he placed you down on the bed and took off his shirt and you did the same.

You two had make out and only ever made it as far as you giving him a blowjob and him fingering you. He wasn’t sure he wanted to make it official until marriage and you totally respected that.

“Josh are you sure, I don’t want to pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

“How could I regret it if it’s with the love of my life. I’m sure Y/N.” he said as he worked off your shorts. He started to suck on your neck and you let out a moan when he reached your spot.

He made his way down to your bra and took it off taking one of your breast in his hand massaging it as he kissed you more. Your hips were moving upward towards him in need of some sort of friction.

“Josh, I can’t wait anymore.” you said.

With that he pulled down his short and they were followed by his boxers. You took off your panties and laid on the bed.

“Fuck you’re so hot baby.” he said as he got back on the bed hovering over you.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in until your face of pleasure turned to pain.

“Are you okay? We can stop.”

“No, it’s just I haven’t done this in a really long time. Just go slow.” he did as you asked, moving slowly until you told him you were okay.

“Do you want me to go faster?”


With that he started meeting his hips with yours.  

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Josh said growing closer to his high.

“Josh, god you’re so big.” you were barely able to speak from his fast, hard movements.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me to?”

“It’s okay I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.” with that he thrusted a few more times triggering your orgasm. As your walls clenched around him you felt him spill inside of you.

“Y/N that was amazing.” he said trying to catch his breathe as he laid next to you.

“You’re telling me. God I just fucked Joshua Dun.” you said. You honestly never thought the day would come because it had been 5 years.

He pulled you close and you laid your head in his bare chest.

“You know soon I’ll be able to call you Y/N Dun. God I’m so happy you said yes.”

“I love the sound of that. Of course I said yes. I’ve known you were the one since you asked me for the charger. It was such a bad move on your part, but I loved it.”

He got embarrassed and you hugged him tight. “Don’t judge the charger move, without it were would we be?” he said defending himself and you giggled. “I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.” with that you fell asleep in his arms.


7.14.16+12:12pm // how i make my spreads! // so a lot of people have been asking me many questions about how i make my spreads, such as where i get my pictures, if i resize them, etc. after weeks of forgetting, i finally remembered to use one week’s spread as my step-by-step “tutorial,” per se. so here you go! long story short, i get my pictures from my aesthetic sideblog @brandisher, arrange/resize them in a word doc, then cut/paste them how i want to. after that comes all the writing and decorating. that’s it! :) hope this helps!

Fall Out Boy Lyrics Starters

▪“I can’t stop it when there’s chemicals keeping us together.” 

▪“My heart is like a stallion. ”

▪“And now I’m here to give you all my love. ” 

▪“I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear.”

 ▪“Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?“ 

▪“The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger.” 

▪“It’s not funny anymore.“

 ▪"Bury me ‘til I confess.”

 ▪“Thanks for the memories, even if they weren’t so great.”

 ▪“Cue all the love to leave my heart.” 

▪“Letting people down is my thing, baby. 

“ ▪“I don’t know where we’re headed, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?”

▪“But if you ask me two’s a whole lot lonelier than one.”

▪“Am I more than you bargained for yet? ”

 ▪“Been looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.

” ▪“I’m here to collect your hearts, it’s the only reason that I sing”

 ▪“May nothing but death do us part…“

 ▪“I know I’m the one you want to forget.”

 ▪“I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.“

 ▪“The war is won before it’s begun.“ 

▪“We are the jack-o-lanterns in July, setting fire to the sky.”

 ▪“Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it.”

 ▪"I don’t believe a word you say but I can’t stop listening.”

Every Me And Every You - Nine

You showered quickly, keeping the water on a lukewarm setting rather than the almost boiling hot you’d normally have. NOT because of what Reid had said, but because it soothed your aching body and if you went too hot, it made your ass sting again.

You brushed your teeth and then wrapped yourself in the towels Spencer had given you, going back into his bedroom to get dressed.

Not sure want would happen last night, you’d bought a casual day dress and soft leggings, not wanting anything that would be too tight just in case. You applied another layer of the aloe gel he’d left out before getting dressed and brushing out your hair. It had got slightly damp in the shower, despite you tying it up out of the way, and it was starting to curl softly at the ends. You quickly applied a light covering of mascara to your lashes. Done.

You sat down gingerly on his bed to throw your clothes from yesterday back in his bed. Ahhh. Sore still on the initial impact but once you were down it was okay. Yes, you could definitely take more. Once you were packed, you grabbed your bags and walked out into his living room and kitchen where you were greeted with a cup of strong coffee.

“I’d have made you breakfast, but erm… my cooking skills extend about as far as pouring cereal into a bowl and making toast. And even then, it’s questionable as to whether the toast will end up burnt or not.”

“That’s okay. I’ll drink this and grab something on the way home.” You gulped the coffee down gratefully.

“Oh.” He frowned.

“Oh!? I’m sorry, did you have plans for us today?” You asked. “Are we playing again?” you were almost hopeful.

“Erm, well no, not plans exactly. And not those sort of plans. I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab breakfast, and take a drive. There’s a store I go to in the next town for supplies. I thought maybe we could get you a few things?”

“Supplies? Things? I thought you had a box full of your things?”

“I do. But you don’t.”

“I’m hardly going to be tying myself to a bed and whipping myself, Spencer.” You were confused.

“I don’t mean like that. Things like underwear. I have a thing about french style underwear and I’d like you to wear it whenever we’re out together. Knowing you’re wearing things I’ve picked out and purchased for you will add to the scene, the game. There’s a few other things I was going to get you as well but if you’ve got things to do, it’s fine. I can go myself and drop them off at yours before the next time.”

He wanted to buy you underwear?

But then again, it made sense. Part of the control. You guessed it would be kinda hot. And you were intrigued by the other things.

“Okay. We can go together. But can we go now, I’m starving.”


Breakfast had been eaten in a small diner, you and Spencer tucked away in a small booth.

In between mouthfuls of fluffy pancakes, you could feel him watching you.


“You’re comfortable with me asking you stuff right?”

“Mmmmm hmmmm.” You nodded, shovelling another mouthful of pancakes in and taking a sip of coffee to wash them down.

“Good. Do you masturbate?”

Your hand flew to your mouth so quickly clamping over it to avoid spraying Spencer with food.

He laughed and plucked a napkin from the holder, handing it to you.

When you’d composed yourself and swallowed, you realised he was still looking at you.

“You want an answer?”

“Uh huh.”

Okay. Fair is fair. He’d answered all of yours.

“Yes. I do.”

“How often? And what with?” He took a bite of his toast, chewing it causally like he’d asked you how you took your coffee in the morning.

“The answer to both question is that it depends. On where I am, what mood I’m in and what I’ve got to hand.”

“So you’ve used vibrators and dildos before.”

You glanced around concerned about who else could hear the conversation. No one appeared to be looking over, but still.

“Vibrators yes. Dildos, no.”

“So you’ve never pleasured yourself vaginally?”

“Spencer, will you shut the fuck up, people can hear.”

He raised himself out of his seat and looked around.

“No one can hear Y/N. There’s no one in the booths either side of us, and it’s relatively quiet. If you don’t want to answer it’s fine. Your face is telling me the answer anyway.”

“Stop profiling me please. You can profile me when we’re in the bedroom room make sure I’m okay if you must, that’s fine. But not when we’re not playing.”

“I don’t have to be a profiler to read your answers to the questions I’m asking you now.”

“Well stop it anyway. And no, I haven’t. I prefer to stick to the outside. The angle isn’t as awkward and it’s easier for me to get off, okay? Why are you asking?”

“Just making a mental note of what things to buy you.”

Your knife and fork cluttered to the table.

“You are not buying me a vibrator.”

The corners of his mouth twitched up.

“You’re right. I’m not.”

“Or a dildo,” you whispered through gritted teeth.

He leant forward over the table, staring you directly in the eyes.

“Yes I am. Do you want to know why?” His gaze was intense and he flicked his tongue out over his lips. You found yourself nodding. “Because at some point, I’m going to watch you fuck yourself with one. And I’d like for you to have learned exactly how to make yourself come using it before hand.”

Oh sweet Jesus, what fresh new hell was this? Wet panties at breakfast?

You looked back at him, staring him down and trying not to blink, thinking.

“If you get to watch me, do I get to watch you?” You could do this. Turn this on him.

“If you’d like to watch me screwing myself in the ass with a dildo then you only have to ask.”

Yeah, you couldn’t play him at this game. There was no way in hell you’d ever be able to switch roles and have him be your bitch, for want of a better phrase.

“Tha-thats not what…… Ha-have you done that?” your words came out as barely a whisper. You never stuttered. What the fuck?

“That’s where the male g spot is Y/N.”

That was a yes then.

“You’re adorable when you blush you know…”

Okay. Deep breath. Finish your coffee Y/N.

You finished your drink quickly, reaching the orange juice that had come with the pancakes and swilling that down too.

“You done?” Spencer asked. You nodded and shrugged your jacket back on.

“Great. Let’s go and get you kitted out.” He slid out of the booth and held his hand out to you.

You took it and slid out, standing up in front of him.

“I’m thinking ten inches will do just the trick.”

What the….

No… Just… Ten inches… What the?

“You should see your face. I’m joking…. About the size. Everything else, I meant.”

You could end this at any time. Remember this Y/N.

Except you weren’t going to, were you?


The sex shop had been interesting. You wouldn’t say it was an eye opener exactly, you’d been in stores like that before for cases and you’d seen a fair few of the items on display. But it had been interesting. And you’d come away having made a new friend. Of sorts…..

It had amused you that Spencer had chosen a store twenty miles away when there was one two blocks from where you’d eaten breakfast.

“Why are we going so far away? Is it in case you see people you know?” you asked as he pulled into the shopping precincts parking lot.

“Given where we work Y/N, you know that we meet people from all over. I have just as much chance as bumping into someone here as I do in the one that’s right on my doorstep. The selection is better here.”

You both exited his car and he beeped it shut, leading you across the concrete.

“Oh…. What happens if you do see someone you know? Like, say on that case a few weeks ago. What would have happened if you knew someone? Would you own up to how you knew them?”

“I did meet someone I knew. One of the clubs we visited, I’ve been there before not that I’m going to tell you which one it was. Luckily, the person I knew there wasn’t someone I had to question. But if that was the case, it would be the same if you or any of us knew someone involved in the case. I’d discreetly explain to Hotch that there was a conflict of interests. He wouldn’t have to know why and he wouldn’t ask.”

You’d known Spencer was right.

Upon entering the shop Reid had been greeted by name by one of the shop assistants. Her name tag had read “April”.

He’d taken a large fabric basket and walked straight over to the underwear section, selecting items and tossing them into the basket.

“Are you really here that often that they know you by name?”

“Nope.” He popped the p, not looking at you but searching through the racks for your size. He held up a pair for your approval and you shook your head. You didn’t like the colour.

“She knows your name.”

“That she does. These?” A purple pair. You fingered them and realised they crotchless. Could be interesting. You nodded.

“If you don’t know her through here, how do you….. Oh!”

“Yes. Oh. What about these?” He held up a pair that tied at the side.

“I thought you liked french panties?”

“Yes but these are nice too, and there’s a matching bra too. Yes or no?”

“Yes. They’re cute. So was she the first?”

He gave you a withering look. “She’s six years younger than me and I started this when I was twenty two. So god no. I met her three years ago. We were together for eleven months. It ended amicably. She wanted to pursue something I had no interest in. I bump into her from time to time.”

“When you say together, do you mean full on dating together? Or just sex together?” You were starting to get confused.

“She was my sub. We’d meet up whenever we were both free to play. But it wasn’t romantic if that’s what you mean.” He held up two bra’s, one with holes cut out where the nipples would be. You shrugged and he tossed them both in.

“That’s what I meant. So… What did she want to try that you didn’t.”

“That’s not my place to say. But she’s very nice and friendly, and if you do ever want a female’s point of view on anything to do with this then I know she’d be happy to offer advice.”

He picked up a few more items, lace body suits and stockings, and put them in the basket before taking your hand and tugging you down some stairs.

It was darker lit downstairs, no natural sunlight like upstairs had had.

“So…. I’ll let you choose.” He’d stopped you just in front of a display of dildos.

“You were being serious.”

“I told you I was. Remember, you can call out of this at anytime. If you don’t want to be here, there’s no judgement whatsoever. But whatever we leave here with will be used unless you call a safe word.”

Okay dokey then.

The display in front you was intimidating. Different shapes and sizes, some so humongous you had no idea how they would even fit inside someone safely. Some were designed to look like actual penises, others just looked amusing, made from colourful, garish plastics.

“I have one request. No red. It makes me think of blood and that’s something else I’m not into.”

“I’ve not had a period in four years Spencer. The depo injection stops it in some people and I’m one of them.” You picked a purple one up and waved it, pulling a face as it wobbled.

“That’s extremely good to know. Are you going with that one?”

Purple was Reid’s favourite colour. Might as well, you placed it on top of the basket, which was now overflowing.

He led you around the shop, picking up a few other items, clit stimulators, nipple clamps.

“What the actual fuck is a pussy pump?” You spotted it as you passed by another display.

“Don’t worry, you’re not getting one of them. It’s what it sounds like. It’s like a suction cup that goes over your lips and as you pump, it increases blood circulation to them making them larger and plumper. It actually makes them look a bit grotesque if I’m being honest. Yours is perfect as it. Exquisite.”

You felt strangely proud. A perfect pussy. You giggled.

He placed a set of weighted love eggs into the basket, you now concerned that it was going to break it was so full.

“You’ve got some of those. Why are you buying more?”

“Aside from the underwear, I’ve got all of the items here, including the dildo, also in purple. These are for you to use by yourself. To get to know yourself better sexually. And then I reap the rewards. These eggs don’t vibrate either. They’re for you to help build your muscles. And before you say it, no I’m not suggesting that you’re ‘loose’. If you can keep these inside of you and control them when you’re walking around, then it will make vaginal orgasms easier. Because I’m betting up until now it’s all been clitoral?”

You nodded, you had to have clit stimulation to come.

“Thought as much, it’s generally the case. Not all women can come with just vaginal stimulation, but we’ll give it a good go. We’re done, by the way.”

He led you to the cash register where April was waiting. They smiled at each and you felt her eyes on you, giving you the once over.

“Is this your new sub, Dr Reid?” She spoke quietly so as to avoid attracting the attention of her co worker who was restocking the underwear section which Spencer had just heavily depleted.

“Not exactly, April. She’s a friend. A very good one, who I’m introducing to certain things at her request.”

“She’s pretty. Is she good?” April asked.

“It’s early days, but she’s got potential. We’re certainly enjoying ourselves.”

“You two just gonna talk about me like I’m not here?” You looked back and forth between the two ex lovers.

April spoke first, “I’m sorry, you’re right. We’re being rude. I’m April. And you ARE extremely attractive. What are you into if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m not sure yet. But Spencer is being kind enough to be patient with me.”

She continued ringing up your purchases, placing them into tasteful plain bags. “He was always very patient. And very giving too.”

“As I’m discovering.”

“So how are you finding our little world so far?”

You felt Spencer’s hand lightly on the base of your spine, letting you know you didn’t have to answer if you didn’t want to. It was fine.

“So far, so good. I think.”

April laughed, her laugh reminding you of little bells in the breeze. She picked up the purple dildo and scanned it through.

“You know, we have this is in a double ended version if you’re ever interested in giving Spencer a show. You’re just my type.”

Was she kidding? You glanced at Spencer seeing him trying to bite back a smile and then looked back at April.

She wasn’t kidding.

“Erm….. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” Your voice raised at the end, almost in a question.

April grinned and grabbed a post it note from the draw, scribbling a number down.

“Excellent. This is my number. Spencer doesn’t even have to be involved, it can be just you and me. Whatever you prefer. Or if you just want advice too? I’m not just trying to come onto you, I swear. What’s your name by the way? You didn’t say.”

“Y/N.” You took the piece of paper she’d offered to you and pocketed it.

“Okay, awesome. We’re done. Card please Dr Reid.”

He handed over his bank card and you snuck a look at the total.

Fucking fuck. It was nearly seventeen hundred dollars.

He glanced at you, warning you not to complain. You didn’t say a thing.

April handed his card back and grinned again, handing you the bags.

“Great seeing you again Spencer, and wonderful meeting you Y/N. Have tons of fun playing, and don’t forget my offer.”

Reid steered you out of the store and back to the car.

“Was she being serious?” You’d asked as you’d buckled yourself back in.

“Very. She’s a bit full on sometimes. I’m sorry.”

“Is that something you’ve done? Two girls, together?”

You definitely didn’t need to be a profiler to read the shit eating grin on his face.

“Spencer fucking Reid…..My god. Morgan would have a fit.”

“That he would. Out of sheer curiosity is it….. ”

“I have no clue yet. I’ve fooled around with girls in college but never more than a drunken fumble. Can we concentrate on this first please.”

“Of course. One thing at a time. But if that’s something you did want to try then April was definitely into you.”

“I’m still curious about what she was into that you weren’t?”

“And I’m still not telling you. If you speak to her again and ask her, she’ll tell you. She’s not shy about it around people like us.”

“People like us. Huh.”

“You know what I mean.”

You did. You just weren’t used to being ‘people like us’.

He drove you home and helped you carry you bags into your apartment before bidding you goodbye, again telling you to have a think about what you wanted to try next and to familiarise yourself with the things he’d bought.

As you looked at the items on your bed, you had no idea where to even begin.

Okay so there’s this one thing I see going on here on this Hellsite that bothers me to no end (I mean there’s a lot more but this one specifically has been bothering me for the last couple of days) and that’s circumcision.

A lot of people are against it, and I personally think that’s for good reason. Genital mutilation of an infant is just pretty fucked up if you ask me. Now I don’t have a dick, let alone a circumcized one, but isn’t this something that’s kinda medieval?

But that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

I see so many people, so many fucking people shitting on folks with circumcized penises. (Peni? Penii? Fuck it.) Those people, who are against circumcision, decide to protest against it by calling them “ugly” or “hideous” or “mutilated”. And okay, while if we’re going by dictionary definition it is genital mutilation, what point are you trying to make when you literally call parts of people ugly, parts that were altered at their birth without them having a say in it? Like, don’t fucking call yourself body-positive because you’re against circumcision and then in the same fucken sentence you insult any and every dick-owner who was circumcized.

You wouldn’t say people should stop setting other people on fire because burn victims look ugly, would you? Don’t insult or hurt people who had no say in what happened to them as a part of your protest. Just don’t.