love will lift you up

brooklyn nine nine is really good to us when it comes to friendships, because every character has such unique friendships and bonding scenes with the others but i dont think we talk about rosas and charles friendship enough because damn:

- we start the show with charles being head over heels for rosa, who is clearly not interested

- rosa tells him, very clearly, that she thinks hes sweet and really likes him as a friend but shes not interested in dating him

- it takes charles some time to get over her, but he does!! apologizes for being weird and making her uncomfortable!! and they go on having an incredibly strong and close friendship!!

- at one point charles even takes a bullet for her, which could have led to the whole “just give him a chance” trope but nope b99 doesnt do that bs, they talk it out and they never end up together

- they are so close that charles even helps rosas bf to plan for her birthday because he knows her so well!! she loves it!!

- rosa asks charles to be her bridesmaid because they are so close and she knows charles would love that!! he does!!

- charles plans her the best bachelorette party and rosa absolutely loves it!! she gets so excited she literally lifts charles up from the floor??

- sometimes between working cases they go to have foot massages together?? that was so cute??

- charles helps rosa text her boyfriend?? because shes not that great at pickup lines?? how cute??

- the writers could have easily opted to go with the “less attractive man falls for his way hotter coworker whos not interested but ends up giving him a chance because he is nice (and wont stop pestering her)” trope but instead we got this beautiful beautiful brotp

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thank you nine nine

venus in the signs... in love

aries - can be selfish at times, but like venus in leo, they have the best intentions. their love is a roller coaster ride to heaven, always climbing. give your aries the reins and let them show you true love.

taurus - taurus in love is completely at home. they bring calm, comfort and divine affection to a relationship. they are romantic and steady, intimate and focused. their love life are as beautiful as the moon. 

gemini - now this is a fun relationship! venus in gemini is super sweet and super bouncy, with a playful innocence that i just adore. they might not seem the most committed, but take the time to love them and you’ll see they really are. 

cancer - this is a warm love, a sleepy one. cancers are emotional creatures, and their love is emotional to match. they can smother you in kisses and it still won’t be enough for them. they need a lot of love back though, so make sure you can provide. 

leo - they will love you the way a child loves; their love is pure and sweet, loud and innocent. they have hearts of gold and will always want you to feel their love. make sure they feel it too. 

virgo - devoted lovers, venus in virgo will care for you like no other. romance may not be their strong point, but they will show you their love in service. be sure the care is mutual, they’re softer than they look. 

libra - you’ve never known romance until you’ve known a libra in love. they really were born to love, and if they intend to love you, you’ll know for sure. they can sweep you off your feet, waltz through life with you, and tuck you in at night with a kiss for measure. they can be your perfect person. 

scorpio - they either love you or hate you, they want a relationship to be real and strong and pure. venus in scorpio either loves or hates, but when they love, they love like no other. they are quiet and chaotic, and absolutely amazing. 

sagittarius - love with a sagittarius is an adventure and a half! they will take you across the world with them, leading you by the hand. if you can get their hearts thumping and their soul humming, you’ll be golden together. 

capricorn - capricorn can find it hard to show their love; but if you know them, you’ll know the little things they do for you are all about the dedication and adoration they have for you. they build others up, becoming a pillar for them when they need it most. treat them sweetly back. 

aquarius - they will love you like nobody else; you might not understand their love every time, but it’s always there. they’re strong and straightforward, and their love is the same. they will shock you and lift you up, the only boundary attached to their love is the skies they reach for. 

pisces - their love is like a dream come true. though they can be a mystery, they would never hide anything from you on purpose - they just want their love to be perfect. they will love you softly and truly, and on another level completely, the way only a pisces can.

Here is my commission from @gabriel-fucking-agreste​! This was so much fun to do! I’m super thankful that I got to do this incredibly cute prompt. Ugh they’re so precious!

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Marichat #32

Chat Noir watched from her chaise as Marinette started the sewing machine in front of her. He had been there for a while, but he never got bored of watching her work.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Marinette lifted up her foot, stopping the machine. She glanced at him quickly before her eyes went back to the fabric, moving it to the next seam. 

“What did you say?”

Chat shook his head, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. He looked back down to the familiar blue yarn between his fingers. 

“Nothing important.”


send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

How Dan fucks VS How Phil fucks

Phil: 

  • Almost always starts innocently with cuddles. 
  • Phil thinks he is being sneaky when he starts kissing your neck.
  • “Philip Lester. What are you doing?” “Just given you a little love.”
  •  Wondering hands. Always running up and down your thighs.
  • He always makes an adorable little squeak when your hands find the hair at the nape of his neck giving a little pull. 
  • Phil always whispering little nothings in your ear before pulling you by the wrist to his room.
  • Being impatient when it comes to try and get your shirt and bra off. 
  • Kisses all along your collarbones and the top of your chest.
  • So many kisses everywhere. It can be a bit overwhelming to the senses when its like he is praising every inch of you.
  • He becomes unable to find any of his words when you’re giving him head.
  • His hands are in your hair making sure to keep any rogue hair out of your face.
  • “What a beautiful woman.” 
  • Phil making you stop because he doesn’t want to cum yet. Especially when he hasn't had the opportunity to give you any pleasure.
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable you are sitting on Phil’s lap facing him. 
  • “Love to watch your face. And kiss it.” 
  • Always starting off slow then becoming a bit messy with pace as you rest your hands on his shoulder meeting his thrusts with your own.
  • Actually swearing when he is being so intimate with you. 
  • “Loves to hold onto your ass giving a squeeze as he helps lift you up and down. 
  • Begging for you to cum as he rubs strong circles on your bundle of nerves. 
  • “Cum for me love. Need to see that pretty face.” 
  • Needing to kiss Phil to try and muffle some of your moans and cries to try and not disturb the neighbours.
  • Phil biting and then kissing into your shoulder as he releases his own buildup. 
  • “I fucking love you.” “Love you more.” 
  • Always having to push his hair off if his slightly sweaty face. 
  • Finishing the night off with a warm bath and some cuddles.

Dan:

  • Loves teasing. You giggling and hitting his chest calling him names only makes him more riled up.
  • Dan loves to give you hickeys. You told him that it’s kinda weird that he enjoys giving them so much as he isn’t a sixteen-year-old boy.”Love to see them in the morning on your skin. Then the world will know you are mine.”
  • You definitely can’t help yourself from kissing along his jaw up to his dimples. 
  • When Dan finally has enough of the teasing and touching he whispers in your ear.“Here on the couch or in the bed?” You, of course, hitting him in the chest as you look back at him and then back to Phil who is sitting on the other side of the room.”So here?”
  • Once the two of you get to his room he immediately pushes you on the bed. Making you giggle as he hovers over you kissing your cheeks to make you laugh more.
  • Both of your clothes being tossed every which way around the room. 
  • Always a fight for dominance when making out. 
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable Dan can’t help but tease your entrance with the tip of his cock making you wait in agony.
  • Always making sure to start off with deep long thrusts making sure to hit your G-spot repeatedly.
  • The both of you using all the swears that the two of you know. 
  • Giving little spanks to your bum when you’re bent over. 
  • Dan making sure that you cum first. “I know you want the release love. Cum for me. Cum on me. Love to feel you on my cock.”
  • His name so easily leaving your lips repeatedly.
  • When dan comes undone you place kisses to his cheeks smiling into his skin as you rest your head on his shoulder. 
  • Dan would never admit it but his favourite part is when the two of you cuddle in the afterglow of your orgasms.

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dating Jungkook [realistically]

Originally posted by jengkook

important disclaimer: please remember that everything I wrote down is my own personal opinion. I do not know Jungkook personally, nor his past relationship experiences, so this is based on my imagination of ‘’realistic’’ only and on how it could be like dating him. If you’re not open to stuff like this, please don’t read.

taehyung l yoongi l jimin l hoseok l seokjin l namjoon

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Worlds 2017

Post FD hug <3

Soft

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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It’s the second session of an online campaign, using roll20 and Discord voice chat. The party is 6 level 1 characters and they’re fighting fifteen goblins in a dungeon. It’s the goblins’ turn while the players OOCly talk tactics.

DM (muttering under her breath): I’m super tempted…

Sorceror: Guys, I don’t like the way she just said she’s super tempted! Maybe we should talk about that!

DM: *cackles*

Cleric: Yeah, that’s not a good laugh.

DM: Okay, this goblin is gonna come up here…[six goblins now surround the paladin, who is at full health] And they’re all gonna swing at [paladin].

Paladin: *sigh* Okay, bring it on.

Most of them hit, and they roll well for damage.

Paladin (incredibly indignant and offended): HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED

DM: *already laughing her ass off*

Paladin: THAT YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND ELEGANT PERSON, AND THAT IF WE EVER MET IN REAL LIFE I WOULD GIVE YOU A BIIIIIG HUG TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, AND I WOULD LIFT YOU UP AND SPIN YOU AROUND AND THEN I WOULD DROP YOU OFF A CLIFF!!!!

The paladin was knocked out.

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hickeys // liam dunbar

summary ; in which liam finds y/n completely and utterly irresistable and stiles doesn’t like it. [280817]

pairing ; liam dunbar & stilinski!reader

warnings ; implied smut, making out, swearing, hickeys (y’know, in case the title didn’t give it away), stiles being an annoying big brother, sibling banter, crack crack crack

word count ; 1.8k

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stay safe + ily🌦

“Liam, you little fucker! Are you serious?!” Was the first thing tumbling from your lips that early Monday morning as you peered wide-eyed at yourself in the reflective surface of his bathrooms mirror. You didn’t even care that you appeared rough as hell, your hair an unkempt mess from the tossing, the turning, the pillowtalk, the events that occurred prior to pillowtalk or that you remained standing in just your pricey black underwear; the only thing your deep (y/e/c) irises were focused on where the dark purple bruises littering your skin. 

 "There’s twice as many as last time!“ You huffed out in annoyance, the tips of your fingers running over the skin of your neck and collarbone just like Liam’s lips had done only hours before, tracing the marks heatedly inflicted by your werewolf boyfriend who seemed to had forgotten that the hickeys you leave on him heal and disappear in the blink of an eye, but the ones he left on you clearly did not.

 Liam popped his head around the corner and flashed you a fearful look, “What did I do?” Then, his baby blue eyes located the hickeys tainting your skin and he chuckled, “Oh, that,” Stalking closer until you were in reach for him to wrap his arms around your waist and hug you close to his bare chest, he nuzzled his nose into your neck and pressed a feather-light kiss to one of the cluttered bruises before mumbling out, “They’re hot though.“ 

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dear journalists who are tempted to criticize Beyoncé's Grammy performance:

Before you start ranting about how her performance was centered on narcissism and comparing herself to God, here’s a little lesson on the symbolism you missed:

1. Beyonce has already put to rest the notion that she thinks of herself as God. If you watched Lemonade, you’d know this. (This is from the VMAs, I’m aware.)

2. Beyonce has been pictured many times in honey mustard colored clothing. This color symbolizes the Goddess Oshun. Oshun is the African Goddess of love and sweet water. Hence the background dancers moving as waves during Love Drought. Oshun is also known as the “mother of orphans.” Self explanatory.

3. During Love Drought, you see the dancers take each other’s hands and lift them up. This was a reference to the Igbo Landing. Igbo Landing is the location of a mass suicide of Igbo Slaves that took place in 1803. A group of Igbo slaves revolted and took control of their slave ship, grounded it on an island, and as an act of mass resistance, marched into the water singing and drowned themselves rather than submit to slavery.

4. Beyonce also referenced Venus, the Roman goddess of romantic love, beauty, sex, and fertility through her breathtaking gown with sea foam patterns. She also references the Virgin Mary with her headpiece that consisted of a halo that is usually painted around the Virgin Mary to represent purity and tenderness. There were so many more references, but these are just a few.

Punched in the face

“You’re home early.” Ron commented surprised when Hermione entered the small flat above the jokes shop. Fred and George had moved out of there about a year ago when their first kids had been born, because really the place was barely big enough to fit two, left alone two couples with babies.

“I am.” Hermione sighed as she hung her coat over a nearby chair. Ron gasped when she turned around, revealing a shallow but bright red cut over her cheek.

“What did you-”

“I got suspended.” Ron’s eyes grew so wide they nearly fell out of his head. His Hermione? Suspended? Sure, back in their Hogwarts days it might have been plausible, but with Harry buried in auror duties and Ron working at WWW she had no one left to drag her into trouble. Not that she was a goodie two shoes, far from it even, but without him and Harry there to ruin her plans no one would ever discover her schemes. They were much too clever for that.

“How did that happen?”

“Cormac McLaggen.” Hermione answered, suddenly grinning so wide that the cut on her cheek started bleeding again. “Let’s just say we had a little fun.”

Ron’s stomach made a backflip and then dropped through the floor. McLaggen had a wide network in the ministry, and Hermione had been trying to befriend him for ages now because of it. She always complained about how awful he was.

First that had reassured him, but now that Harry was shagging Malfoy, who had been fighting and complaining about each other since forever, Ron suddenly wasn’t so sure about the nature of this friendship anymore.

“Fun you say?” He asked, trying to hide his sudden change in mood by turning around and focussing on the pots and pans on the stove again. He wasn’t even making her favorite meal, but one of his own creations because he thought he’d earned that much after an exhausting day in the store. That had probably been a mistake.

Maybe he should order takeaway while he still could. Fuck, why was he so terrible at this dating stuff? Why could he, after five years of being together, still not figure out how to act in situations like these?

Maybe Hermione was too much of a woman for him. Merlin knew people told him that often enough, and he honestly couldn’t convince himself anymore that it wasn’t true. She was too complex for him, a man who hadn’t even been able to stay in the auror program for more than a year.

“Yes, most fun I’ve had in ages.” Hermione chuckled. See, Ron thought bitterly, I can’t even let her have some fun, and I work in a bloody joke shop.

“What did you do?” He took some pride in the casual tone of his question, but that wasn’t nearly enough to improve his mood. Being a good liar wasn’t exactly a character trait people wanted to see in their partners.

“I punched him in the face when he tried to make advances on me.” Hermione hopped onto the kitchen counter next to the stove and kicked off her shoes. “He said you were a useless tool with no talent, and that I deserve better, which is bullshit because you’re amazing and things don’t get better than Ronald Weasley.”

Okay. That was definitely not something Hermione had ever told him before. It was also something that took him by surprise so much that he stopped stirring his pan in favour of staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

Hermione nudged him with her foot, and when that provoked nothing she hopped down and kissed his shoulder, the highest place she could reach since he was quite a bit taller than her.

“You think so?” He asked before he could stop himself. He cursed himself for letting his voice sounding so small. So much for being a convincing liar.

“Ronald Weasley,” Hermione said sternly. “Of course I don’t think so.” Ron’s stomach disappeared for the second time that late afternoon. “I bloody well know so.”

Ron, finally capable of tearing his eyes away from the wall, turned his head to look at her. Her brown eyes looked back at him with a fierceness that kind of scared him. But it was a good scared.

And maybe it wasn’t even her he was scared of, but the sheer amount of love he felt for her. Surely it shouldn’t be possible to care that much about one person. Especially not for someone with the emotional range of a teaspoon.

“I love you.” He grinned as he lifted her up and kissed her. It wasn’t a deep kiss, because he couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore which made kissing a bit of a challenge. Relief always made him incredibly giddy.

“What’s funny?” Hermione asked him suspiciously, but she said it with a smile on her face. After all how could she not smile when the man she loved looked so bloody cute while he laughed?

Emotional range of a teaspoon.” Ron replied. Hermione snorted and pressed her forehead against his chest before they both lost themselves in laughter and each other.

“I love you too, Ron.” Hermione said breathlessly, rubbing her stomach which was sore from laughing too much. “I changed my mind, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

That put a smile brighter than any sun on Ron’s face. Others might think she’s too much of a woman for me. He thought with no trace of bitterness anywhere. But I’m starting to think I know a hell of a lot better than they do.


This is the first romione I ever wrote so I hope it’s not shite

melanin is poppin

It’s summertime, the sun is out, the melanin is out in full, gorgeous glow in New York City.

I decided to try something – everywhere I go, when I see a beautiful black woman walking around (we’re all beautiful, fat, short, skinny, natural, braids, weave, makeup/no makeup, black as night to sandy brown, in a Starbucks uniform or some Louboutins), instead of being jealous of her or feeling insecure b/c of some dumb ass notion that two gorgeous WOC cannot occupy the same space – I smile at her, look her in the eye, and compliment the hell out of her.

“Your SHOES, sis!”

“That color on you! ::snaps fingers::”

“YOU LOOK AMAZING.”

“Ugh, your hair is my DREAM.”

“Love your glow, have a blessed day!”

They light up. No matter how confident they are, no matter how fast they’re walking, or where they’re going, all day I’ve been getting back what I gave and it makes me feel so good.

I am here for Black Women. It feels really really good to support us our damn selves, since very few on earth will.

MOULIN ROUGE STARTER SENTENCES
  • The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
  • Besides, I can’t fall in love with anyone
  • Can’t… fall… in love? But, a life without love, that’s… terrible…
  • Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
  • Never knew I could feel like this. Like I’ve never seen the sky before.
  • Tell our story _____, that way I’ll-I’ll always be with you.
  • Hurt him to save him. There is no other way.
  • I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
  • Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can’t fight… 
  • You’re free to leave me, but just don’t deceive me, and please believe me when I say I love you!
  • I’m sorry, _____, I’m dying.
  • You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an elephant you were rehearsing?
  • I don’t need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! 
  • And in the end, should someone die?
  • She said you make her feel “like a virgin.”
  • I can’t believe it. I’m in love. I’m in love with a young, handsome, talented duke.
  • I’d rather, um, just get it over and done with.
  • Hmph. Oh. Very well. Then why don’t you come down here and let’s get it over and done with.
  • The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives… and gives expensive… jewels.
  • The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home.
  • His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It’s more than I can stand!
  • It’s not important. We could work on it tomorrow.
  • He’s got a huge… talent .
  • I love sex.
  • It’s nothing. It’s just an infatuation… it’s nothing.
  • You’re going to be bad for business. I can tell.
  • It’s not that I’m not a jealous man. I just don’t like other people touching my things.
  • I couldn’t! I couldn’t go through with it! I saw you there and I felt differently! I couldn’t pretend!
  • You’ve gotta stand your ground for freedom, beauty, truth, and love.
  • Outside it may be raining, but in here it’s entertaining.
Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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