my stuff that is mine and belongs to me

Okay, so I see a lot of posts floating around Tumblr about how awful/exhausting/stressful adulthood is. They make me laugh and they’re relatable and sometimes I reblog them. The thing is, though, for me, adulthood is actually way better than being a teenager was–so I wanted to share some things I love about being an adult, just to even out the balance. I don’t think I have any teenage followers, but maybe some in their early twenties? Anyway, I don’t want people to fear adulthood, because there are amazing things about it:

–Normally, I end my evenings by sitting on my sofa in my flat in pleasant solitude, drinking herbal tea and reading and listening to that morning’s Essential Classics on Radio 3. This should be the dictionary definition of bliss.

–Even though I have experienced bullying as an adult as well as when I was a child/teenager, I feel like my internal resources for dealing with it are better now and growing all the time. I no longer feel like the bad things people say to and about me define me.

–Buying my own laundry detergent means I can finally pick one that I’m not allergic to. I am no longer 110% covered in red itches at all times.

–I have friends who are boys and my dad isn’t in my house to constantly harrass me about them.

–Last year I went to a concert of science fiction scores played by the Royal Philharmonic with someone I know slightly from church. It was the actual coolest.

–My brother and I are friends now that we live in entirely different cities. He texted me the other day for advice on his CV. It was nice.

–My friends either share my interests or love the fact that I’m so interested in those things. It’s been years since I’ve said to anyone “I learnt an interesting thing today!” and they’ve replied, flatly, “define interesting”.

–I just feel so much more like myself than I did when I was a teenager. I’m okay with hating make-up/loving Disney films/being super career-driven/being great with kids, and the fact that those things would seem to make me a contradiction, and that I’m actually just me.

–My mum keeps defending my right to be single to anyone who tries to commiserate with her about the fact that she doesn’t have grandbabies. Adulthood, for me, has meant becoming friends with my mum.

–I know enough about myself and the world now to realise that understanding social/relational stuff is a real weak point of mine. When I don’t understand those things now, I say “I don’t understand this” to my friends, and they help me without laughing at me. (Then I help them with their CVs and knowing where their apostrophes belong. Turn and turn about is fair play).

–Enough bad things have come and gone in my life that I know dark seasons will pass, and even the things that aren’t temporary (my dad will probably never not be a borderline-homeless misogynistic conspiracy theorist again) are just part of my life, not the whole of it. They don’t consume me. When awful things happen, I am sad for a few weeks or months, but I know that one day I will be not sad for a while, and that is worth hanging on for. This is something I never could have known when I was a teenager, because not enough bad things had come and gone from my life.

–I would not trade the worst day of my last six months (which was awful and heartbreaking and I think I literally cried for 24 hours straight) for any day from my life aged 11-16. I have been sad, this year, but I also knew it would pass. It gets better. It gets so much better.

ADVENTURE TIME: ISLANDS - Cartoon Network

Part One/Part Two, End Scene Mash Up - by Dodrio

I thought the parallel of Finn looking out to sea from the first and last parts of the Islands Miniseries did a wonderful job at portraying the wealth of emotion, growth, and new understanding Finn felt and gained from the start of his journey VS the end of his journey.

It does well to show just how much Finn has matured throughout the series, from a young and naive boy to a wiser, more aware young man.


Adventure Time is a children’s show which exemplifies what it means to truly “grow up,” that even in a world where the life of humans has come to ruin, where you sometimes feel completely and utterly alone, where real danger and real monsters are at every corner, you’re going to be okay. 

Adventure Time has taught children that while it may be trying sometimes, while it can hurt and be confusing, “growing up” is an inevitability - but one you should not be fearful of. It’s one that you should embrace, because its worth it for the lessons you learn, the wisdom you gain, and the love and friendship you find along the way.

Ultimately, this world is not so different from our own.


Growing up is a lot like journeying to multiple islands, each one has something of value, whether it is wisdom to gain, emotional growth, or better understanding and awareness. 

You may not always come to one on purpose, sometimes it may even seem like you’ve been thrown into a tsunami and washed out from the sea, but it’s all a part of your journey of life; And even if you don’t know your destination, know that your heart and your intuition already do, and trust them to lead you on your way.

Like Princess Bubblegum says, “If you make it to that island, you might find out some pretty heavy stuff. About the humans, and where you came from. About yourself.


Thank you, Pendleton Ward, Frederator Studios, and Cartoon Network for the blessing that is Adventure Time. 

DISCLAIMER: All rights belong to their respective owners and not me. This video is meant for non-profit educational and entertainment purposes only. I don’t own Adventure Time.

Three’s a Crowd (Part 13)

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13.

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Time For Something New

SPN FanFic

~Moving in with Sam has a few conditions.~

Sam x Reader, Dean

1,595 Words

Warnings: Nothing but the Fluff. Romantic Sammy stuffs, silly Dean.

A/N: I wrote this based on a convo with @because-imma-lady-assface​ and then forgot about it, and then she yelled at me to post it today. so… here we are.

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

My Masterlist


“Well, I think that works,” you said aloud to yourself, using your hip and way too much force to shut the overstuffed dresser drawer.

“Did you leave any space for me?”

Sam stood in the doorway with a cardboard box filled to the brim with your personal belongings. He laughed as he watched you struggle with the dresser and set the box down on the bed.

“Did I leave space for your nine flannels and three pair of jeans?” you teased. “Yeah, I think you’re good.”

“What about my t-shirts?” He gave you a smile and started digging through the box, lifting up random things and shaking his head at the girly stuff he couldn’t name.

“Oh, those are mine now, so they’re in a communal drawer.”

“Yours?”

You slid up beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Yup. Once you move in with your girlfriend, your tees and boxers and whatnots all become hers too. That’s like, rule number one.”

He spun in your arms until he was flush against you and laughed, “Is that so? I didn’t know there were rules to this.”

“Oh, there are many.” You bit your lip and shot him a sexy grin, earning yourself a tight squeeze and a quick kiss.

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Yes Sir Part 16

Part 16: His and Hers

John Winchester x Reader

John and his girl make new memories as they adjust to living together.

Warnings: Fluff. Double dose of NSFW Mature Smut, including rough sex, restraints, spanking, masturbation, and voyeurism. Alcohol, drunkenness, language, dirty talk, biting!kink. Hopefully this one won’t let you down. None of the gifs are mine; thanks to the creators WC: 7277 AO3  SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Thanks to all of you who love and support this story, your feedback means the world to me! 


Moving in with John was wonderful. I never had to leave for a change of clothes or pay a separate set of bills. We spent hours learning more about each other’s lives, and he was always asleep next to me each night. I belonged with him, and him with me. What was his became mine, and mine his.

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-Personal Favourite EXO Reads-

  My absolute favourite EXO Reactions, Drabbles, AU, Imagines. Aka me being a fan girl (everyday stuff)

Disclaimer: Don’t own any gifs, I haven’t been reading much so I could only pull together some to the best and genuinely I could. 

Originally posted by abasketofgifs

All of the works belong to the Writers I hopefully correctly linked to. < None the less, not one of the works are mine- except for this post ig.😅 

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 Narika-a  < Huge fan just sayin’

Sehun x Agent Reader  If you want something, come and get it -  Pt 2  , Mafia Kai All i need now is her , Chanyeol I’m not letting you go that easily 

Reaction:  Mafia - When their fiancee rats them out , Mafia - Finding out their sister is with a rival mafia member  


Wonho-ful Reactions 

Xiumin hit the lotto , Baekhyun Issues , Suho Love actually (Suho is so bf material in this tho)

Imagine:  MafiaAU - Telling you why they’re in the Mafia , MafiaAU Yixing - A mission with Yixing 

Reaction: Mafia - When their wife runs away , Their child coming out to them , Idol - Watching another Idol confess to you on stage  


thestorytellerofkpop 

Sehun - I just wanted bubble tea, but i found you instead.  (This one is actually so adorable, always makes my heart flutter 😭) 

Sehun (series) - Death of a bachelor 

Reaction: Their Gf wanting to cuddle , Sitting/ Laying on their lap 


Lovesehunright

Sehun - mafia!au/spy!au The grand heist  


exo-paradise 

Reaction: When you’re a ‘00 liner 

Remembeo 

Lay VampireAU  mellifluous , PT2  

Originally posted by laychee

These are sooooooooooo gooooooooood tho. Plus I realized how great sehun x reader inserts are oh my. Much love. Didn’t post any smut because there’s so many I wouldn’t know where to start. Mwah~

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Taylor's new song and her album so far??

ALRIGHT if we’re going to do this let’s do this

Originally posted by key-change

And let me preface this with… I love Taylor’s music. I love Fearless, Speak Now, Red, 1989. I went to the Red and 1989 concerts. I watched the Speak Now concert on youtube multiple times and cried every time. I have purchased merch. I have titled my fics after her song lyrics.

But.

This ask is from August 23rd. Apparently I am a seer. 

My opinion hasn’t really changed much from this, which sucks, and it looks like i was right when I was saying that the music would have a more pop/current radio feel. I also think I was right when I felt that she might shift her lyricism in this effort to try something new. 

So let’s go a bit more in depth into this. 

Music

So far, the music is incredibly unimpressive and unoriginal. It feels like the vibe you get from this person who has been waiting to sit at the table with everybody and play with them. Now she’s given herself the opportunity, and we’re left thinking… wait a hot second. You were way more interesting when you weren’t changing yourself to sit with the cool kids. 

The music is exactly like everything else you hear on the radio, to the point where it’s disappointing. Like, would I love Ready For It if somebody else sang it? Sure I would. (I bet Fifth Harmony would do a mean job with it, actually). Do I love it with Taylor Swift as a singer? No. Not really. The thing is, Taylor is Taylor and everybody else is everybody else and that’s why I have always appreciated her. She makes her own music and makes music her own.

LWYMMD’s chorus falls flatter than my hair after I haven’t washed it in three days, and because of the monotony of the rest of the song, it needs a strong chorus or at LEAST a strong hook (all the hooks on 1989 were lit, whew, wig), but it provides neither. It doesn’t build the way a song should– actually, all four of the songs have this problem. The best part of the song is “The world moves on another day another drama, drama/but not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma/And then the world moves on but one thing’s for sure/maybe I got mine but you’ll all get yours” and the way that merges into the chorus. I like the build there. The song doesn’t build ANYWHERE ELSE. It’s like… FREEEE MEEEE. 

Ready For It has the best chorus so far, I think. It got stuck in my head immediately after I heard it for the first time. I like the bridge to the chorus, I like the way it builds and then drops off. The production of the chorus (the instrumentation in the background and the rhythm) sounds very similar to Shape of You, and I noticed that during the verses she was utilizing Ed Sheeran’s style in respect to syllable arrangement. It feels like an homage to him. This, for the record, is not a concession that Taylor Swift should be “rapping.” Taylor Swift should not be rapping or “rapping.” 

Gorgeous sounds… so similar to the other two songs? It’s like the same song as Ready For It but with a chorus that I would love if the lyrics were better. I’ll rant about the lyrics later. I think I like the tune of Gorgeous, but I wish the lyrics weren’t about this. I know she’s trying to paint herself as a regular girl who goes to clubs and has hangovers and gets crushes, but also… the lyrics might be better if they fit into a different tune? (Or, you know, if they were less… accusatory). I think I would really love Gorgeous if the instrumentations on the verses were a bit more in the major key and the subject-matter was more like Stay, Stay, Stay or Ours. I can hear that song in my head and I personally think it’s cute.

The biggest bone that I have to pick with all these songs is that they’re way over produced, and you can figure out why when you listen to Gorgeous. Frankly, it sounds a lot like Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself. They utilize the same pop-music tactics, it’s really similar and has this uniform type.. formula, I suppose? Which is all fine and wonderful, but we are in a time period where women are putting out revolutionary music that is pop yet is their sound. I don’t feel like this is Taylor’s sound. I feel like this is what Taylor likes listening to and what Taylor thinks everyone else likes listening to. 

Obviously my favorite one is Call It What You Want To. It feels the most 1989 musically, almost like it was written during that era and then thrown on this album instead because musically it was too similar to You Are In Love. It’s also just the most pleasant to listen to, imo. This song feels familiar, and it has that intimacy that I have always adored out of Taylor’s music. I actually wish it wasn’t her speaking to the audience about how she was okay, and instead her speaking to her boyfriend. But that’s more lyrics, so let’s get into it. 

Lyrics

I think one of the first things I said about LWYMMD was that it sounded like an echo of Taylor Swift. You can hear her style in the writing of these lyrics. But the problem here, and throughout the album, is that she is trying to use another person’s style too. And it’s just not working. 

The lyrics on this album are a weird effort to change-up her writing, and when you pair that with the musical change too, it is not going well. First of all, we know that Taylor Swift really cares about her reputation. The album is called “Reputation.” Every song feels like she’s writing it for an audience except for Gorgeous, which I actually respected about that song until she goes “I guess I should stumble on home to my cats.” And then I was like… right. You’re portraying an image to an audience. This is reputation. 

It’s like she’s trying to group together Lorde’s style with Halsey’s with Hemingway’s with Taylor Swift’s style. But there’s a problem with that. It’s blunt and minimalist, but not cleverly so. There isn’t much elegance to these lyrics, they’re dry to the point that it’s like reading off a grocery list, and the monotony of the tunes doesn’t help. It’s not inspired, it’s just… if these lyrics were boobs, they would be Keira Knightley’s boobs in the first PotC movie when they had to spray paint cleavage onto them. WHERE’S THE SPRAY PAINT? (Disclaimer: Don’t spray paint the flat boobs of seventeen-year-old girls. Do make your music interesting.) 

This is the person who wrote “Call me up again just to break me like a promise/So casually cruel in the name of being honest” and now I’m listening to her sing “You make me so happy it turns back to sad/there’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have/you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad.” ….are you…? what.

What I’ve always loved about Taylor is the warmth of her descriptive language and how clever her language can be. For example, I found “he can be my jailer/Burton to this taylor” to be incredibly smart. “You asked me for a place to sleep/ locked me out, and threw a feast” is a fantastic line. “My baby’s walking with his head down/I’m the one he’s walking to” is a great line that plays with the expectation of the rule of three, because we think she’s about to go into another description of him but instead she subverts our expectation and uses that description to spin off into something different. It’s especially notable because in the next couplet, she doesn’t do that.

If you want to find the Old!Taylor, she’s pretty visible in Call It What You Want To. She ain’t dead. She’s just experimenting. 

Speaking of experimenting… we get it. You have sex. Stop moaning on your tracks and talking about sex in an obvious-but-not-obvious way because you’re still Taylor Swift. I like the old obvious-but-not-obvious ways. I know you can do better.

Overall I think the biggest problem is that the metaphors and imagery are both super, super stale. Perhaps it’s because she isn’t reading enough so she’s drawing from the same pot she always has? Perhaps it’s because, yeah, she’s mimicking other writers. But if she’s going to mimic the writing style of other writers as a way to experiment, I don’t know if she’s going after the right ones– or maybe she’s just not taking the right things from them. I see what she’s doing, but it feels so uninspired. Her writing seems tired, to be honest.  

This album took a long time to come out and yet I find myself wishing she had spent more time on it. For example, “all the liars are calling me one” is an effort to be clever with wordplay in a super Halsey-manner, but it doesn’t work… it comes off lazy because it doesn’t stand alone as a sentence. You couldn’t put “all the liars are calling me one” after a semi-colon because it doesn’t feel like a complete thought. It’s not that clever turn of phrase that we’ve come to expect from the writer of “we’re a crooked love in a straight line down” or “so you were never a saint, and I loved in shades of wrong.” Those are excellent lyrics that actually make you pause and think. So far, zero-percent of these lyrics have done that for me. 

Plus, the consistent metaphor throughout this album so far is the kings and the queens and the kingdoms and it’s all been done by her before. “Baby I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me” “I don’t like your kingdom keys/they once belonged to me,” and then all the stuff about “all the drama queens take their swings/all the jokers dressed as kings” once again feels super derivative to New Romantics, like a cheap-ass version of “It’s poker, he can’t see it in my face/but I’m about to play my Ace.”

Videos

I hate them. 

Like, Taylor’s videos used to be so cute and then freaking Joseph Kahn came along and now I don’t enjoy any of them. The You Belong With Me Video is iconic. The Mine video is iconic. Love Story? Deeply iconic. We Are Never Getting Back Together? Annoying song to many. Yet iconic video. Shake It Off? One of the few videos not directed by Kahn in the 1989 era. Totally awesome. I’ll give Kahn Blank Space, it’s epic, but what’s happening now is just… unpleasant. 

LWYMMD is like… So Much. I can’t talk about this one. But it’s A Lot. 

The Ready For It video doesn’t have anything to do with the song. If I was really going to stretch so fucking far that I’m basically Elastagirl, I would say that dark!taylor is using bits of light!taylor (the chorus, the truth) to paint the picture of dark!taylor to the public, so the verses are a character, and the chorus is the truth, and everything that happens after she breaks out of the cage and is real!taylor. 

But like… hi? Why does it have to be about PR? This song literally is not about PR, LWYMMD is about PR, Ready For It isn’t, why am I watching Taylor prove to the haters again that she is not who they think she is while she bursts through a giant class case with the power of her voice? WHERE’S THE BOY THAT YOU’RE RUNNING OFF TO AN ISLAND WITH, TAYLOR. WHERE IS HE. 

I feel like they were torn between these two ideas for the LWYMMD video and then they picked the other one but were like “I KNOW! WE CAN DO IT FOR READY FOR IT!” and everybody else in the room was like “yes, brilliant,hard decisions made EASY!” 

Ultimately these videos make me think that Taylor is more “persona” than “person.”  These videos aren’t about her. They’re about us watching her. She’s not a storyteller, she’s a brand. And, worst of all, she’s not playing with her emotions or my emotions, which is the reason music is such an important, universal experience. She’s just like look, this is me, you can’t touch me, you hurt me but I STILL WIN and I’m over here like “yes hello I am in emotional pain as I continue to go through life please write a song that I can connect to.”

Also the lyric video for Call It What You Want To has a misplaced comma.

Conclusion

I know y’all are going to say that she is growing up and changing and maturing, but this doesn’t feel like that to me. This feels like she is trying very hard. There’s experimenting, and trying new things, and branching out. And then there’s… this. Which is creating an album that is difficult to enjoy on first listen when the performer, as an artist, already knew who she was and how she excels. It’s like when I’m writing something and I try to put the characters in a situation I’m not good at writing– a mystery or a horror story or something. It’s challenging, and fun, and I’m proud of myself for putting myself through the work. But then I go back to what I lovelovelove writing, which is usually the characters having friends-with-benefits sex while mutually pining for each other. I take what I’ve learned from my not-my-best-work writing and I apply it to what I love, what is strong in my wheelhouse. 

As far as I can see, that’s not what’s happening here. This is not strong, award winning music thus far. And, you know, there’s eleven songs on the album that we haven’t heard yet, plus probably bonus tracks on the target edition that aren’t on itunes, I would assume, so there’s possibly tons of content that we don’t have and therefore can’t See this album. But casual consumers don’t listen to the whole album– they listen to the radio. And the singles do not stand strongly on their own. That’s a problem.

The thing that’s missing that all of us are noticing? It’s this: The songs we have heard so far don’t have much heart or soul, musically. She says that “all my flowers grew back as thorns” and she’s right. There isn’t bloom behind this music. It doesn’t make me feel any emotion for her or her character. It doesn’t make me feel much of anything.

Oh, except disappointed because I know for a fact that this talented woman can do herself better.

The memories that hurt-Justin bieber imagine(mature)

Justin leaves Y/N due to his career. Y/N misses him.

He was gone for about 1 month now. When he left me, the first week was like hell, my mind fell deep into the pits of the devils. Still to this day, I still sometimes feel the memories at the back of head, continuing to bang against the door, wanting to appear in my life again as if it was wanting to destroy any self control i had left. 

Laying here right now, alone and silently made my head begin to spin a thousand miles per second. The feeling of his warm body beside mine whenever I woke up along his soft tender kisses against my face as he always loved to tickle me with. I missed his playfulness, his high raspy laugh whenever I cracked a joke and the way we could say whatever we wanted with each other. I missed the lazy moments we spent together, us being lazy after our many sex session as we laid in bed until 12pm. But want I missed most after 1 month without him was his touch, so tender and memorable making me remember every detail as clear as if it was replayed on TV over and over again. 

The way his lips kissed my body, the way they made me fall apart instantly, making my body whither against his affection. His mouth feeling so amazing and pleasurable as they touch my inner thighs ever so lightly. I unknowingly bring my fingers under the white thick blankets and graze them ever so slightly above the thin material of my panties. Loving the feeling, I continue my the self torture. I shiver as the touch now feeling so foreign to me begin to bubble up in my lower stomach as I continue to rub myself. My mind begins to travel back in time, the times when he could make me lose my mind with his finger just rubbing against my core. I moan out his name, whining for his thick fingers to penetrate me. 

“More,” I whine out to him desperately. I close my eyes softly and start to imagine his fingers pleasuring me instead. I quickly push my panties to the side, just enough or my to stick a single finger in. I groan out instantly, loving the feeling of my finger against my tight walls. Even though I hadn’t seen him for a month, the feeling instantly brought me back to all the times he would plunge his fingers into me, always bringing me to my orgasm within a few minutes. I continue to stimulate myself to my high, pushing my finger into my core not stopping until I feel my well deserved high. I lift my hips of the bed, clutching onto the bedsheets as I let go. I open my watery eyes, tears beginning to slide down my eyes. I began to let out my muffled cries as I turn my body and clutch myself to his large t shirt I was wearing. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice travels from outside my bedroom. I instantly open my eyes. 

“Hey,” he greets me softly with a warm smile as he steps into my room. I open to see him looking back at me with wide eyes. He looked healthy and happy as he stands there at the end of my bed. With a large black hoodie and shorts on with his hands tucked in as he stood there staring at me. 

“Uh, I came to collect the rest of my stuff,” He says gently as he begins to kneel down to collect his belongings. I wipe my tears pathetically with the back of my hand. I was stupid enough think he would come back for me, for us, for our relationship. I feel more tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall any second. I sit up quickly, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees. 

“Are you ok?” He gently asks me, his voice sounding concerned. He steps closer until he is standing right next to me, his body so close to mine as he looks down at me. I glance up at him before looking down at my knees again. 

“Yea-h” I finally say as I look up to meet his eyes again. My voice unstable and broke like my glass in a million pieces against my rough throat, cutting deeply into it. 

“Only cause we broke up, doesn’t mean I dont care about you Y/N.” he says seriously before sitting down on my bed. I turn my head away from his gaze as the tears suddenly poured out. I rushed my hands up to cover up my mistake. He suddenly takes me by my wrists and pulls back to face him. He stares at my crying face, makeup ruined and black as it runs down my cheeks. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry,” He says in a soft tone, hoping to calm me down. My emotions began to pour out my me, unable to hold them in any longer. Although I felt many emotions bulit up inside of me but with his soft voice and comfort he was showing me right now, I spit out my undeniable love for him. 

“I miss you,” I whisper in a cracked voice, my mouth dry as I continue to whimper. I was never the type to be the first to admit anything but with his touch so tender and warm against me, it made me feel weak and lost without him. Wanting him closer to me, I needily kiss me. His lips, soft and tender, responding to mine perfectly. 

“Justi-n” I beg breathlessly. I slightly pull away from him, not to far to miss his body heat but just enough to look into at his face. 

“Make me forget,” I whisper desperately before grabbing him by his thick hoodie and pulling him onto the bed. He hovers above me, his intense eyes on me. The stare he gave me made me tingle in heat, giving me motivation to please him more. I climb on top of his body, his legs in between mine as I support my body with my knees and quickly remove the large tshirt over my head. With my body exposed and his intense stare, it didn’t make me shy like usual but instead me confident. I glance down at him to see him looking right back at me, his eyes racking over exposed skin. 

He looked like he was desperate as I was for him. I desperately hoped he needed this as much as I did, that he still loved me as much as i loved him. 

I begin to stradle him as he sits up, the hardness in his pants obviously evident as i feel it against my clothed core. I quickly began to take my panties off, wanting to feel him already against me. I struggle, my legs getting in the way, my hands not cooperating. I pant heavily, desperation dripping off my voice. He sees me struggling and decides to help me out. He pushes me back onto the bed, my head falling into the white thick blankets. My hair making a mess, slighty covering my eyes. He easily slips my thin panties off down my legs, my dripping core bare for his eyes. He leans down on his knees, his face directly in front of my heat. 

“You smell so good, so wet,” He whispers deeply, his voice almost taunting me. He quickly dives in, his mouth lapping over my core, jucies covering his pink lips and it begins to drip down his chin. 

“So delicious,” he pulls away as he swipes his tongue around the his bottom and upper lip, “God i miss this taste.” 

I see him stare back into my eyes, not missing my reaction as he leans in, back to his meal. I feel his tounge licking up, eating me out so deeply, making my lower stomach tighten. 

“Oh my go-d” I whine out, unable to hold the pleasure in any longer. I open my mouth slighty, panting breathlessy as I look down at him with lazy eyes. 

“You like that baby?” he taunts me, eyes peering right at mine. Too focused on the pleasure he’s giving me I whine out as a repsone. He suddenly grips the back of my ankles roughly, pushing them until they hit the back of thighs, the cool air instantly hitting my core, making me gasp at the feeling. He leans down, insteading of contiuing to finsihing my near orgasm, he starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. The juices that leaked down my thighs, he begins to lick it up, feeling his heaving breathing against my core. I whine out desperately, wanting his lips on my again. 

“Mhmm, what do you want baby?” He asks in a teasing voice. I thrust my hips up, hoping to get his attention back to my heat. He uses his strong strength and pushes me back onto the bed. 

“Answer me Y/N,” he says roughly, his voice deep. My mind begins to spin, the pleasure so intense making me into a desperate mess. 

“Fuck me,” I spit out uncontrollably, “please.” 

My voice in a whiney voice, wanting nothing but for him to take me to my high like he always did. The feeling he bought me in seconds, the feeling that made my legs weak, the feeling that made my head spin out of control. He stares at me, eyes shades deeper than before. 

“Fuck this,” he breathes heavily, “I need you so bad Y/N.” 

He kneels back up, ripping off his thick hoodie over his head, revealing his toned chest, with his structured body i missed so much. He didn’t even wear anything underneath his jumper I instantly hope he didn’t wear anything underneath his shorts either. I continue to stare at his shorts, his bulge obvious standing out, I reach out and roughly feel him. He felt so hard and ready, I greedily yank his shorts down, along with his boxers, reveling his hard shaft, glistening down with liquid at the tip. I harshly run my finger along it, his member instantly twitching at my touch. He chucks his hoodie off his arms and onto the ground before returning back to me, to see his shorts off.

“So impatient, what’s gotten into you Y/N?” he teases me with a smirk.

He seems to be his old self again, making it seem like nothing even happened between us. I grip his shaft a bit harder, tugging into it and bringing my mouth to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, missing his thickness between my mouth. 

“Mhmm,” I mumble against him, the vibrations making him release a deep groan. I continue to suck on him, determine to bring him to his high, to have him shaking above me. 

“Stop Y/N, “ he breathes out. He pulls away from me. I look up at him in confusion. 

“I won’t last any longer and I want to make you feel good today.” He speaks, reminding me this was only a one night stand. I quickly wrap my legs around his torso, pushing his body into me, his shaft rubbing against my core. “Justi-n,” I whine, wanting him to penerate me already. He was desperate for me as I was for him. Nothing had changed, we both needed each other as if we were still together right now. He plunges into me, his thick shaft streching my tight walls making me wail out in pain. Without any thing inside of me for so long, feeling him inside so big and thick, making me wail out in pain. 

“So tight,” he groans out, “god i missed the feeling of you.” 

“Me too,” I moan out for him. He suddenly dives into me faster, never missing a second, his shaft drilling into me in a inhumanely pace. I feel myself coming close to my high, I clench around his shaft, feeling the fullness of him inside of me, restricting me from clenching my core. I let go, my orgasming washing over my body as I raise my body off the bed. 

Not a second later, his thrusts began to come sloppy. I feel him let go inside of me, a deep growl escaping his lips. He looked so amazing as he let go, this was a sight it’ll miss. I pull his face into a depserate his, my breath heavy agaisnt his, our deep breaths mixing against each others face. I close my eyes, kissing him one last time.

Coming Out - Aestaetaetic x Btstrashcan69 smut scenario

Pairing: Me x Aestaetaetic 

Word Count: 1,9k

Genre: Cringy Smut lmao

A/N: This scenario will be written in my point of view. @aestaetaetic hope you enjoy it ;))


I don’t know where this day got to - I got a bad grade, I’ve had an argument with my mother - and now here I am, walking home, pouring outside and not having an umbrella. Could this day get worse?

Well, it could.

As I got home and opened the door, I couldn’t see my mother - which is weird, because she is always in the kitchen cooking or she is either there waiting for me. “She is probably working late today.” I thought.

Yeah… It gets worse

I opened the door to my bedroom, and there was my mother, on the computer, reading posts from my blog.

Wait… my blog?

She turned around and stood up in front of me. She shoved me in front of the computer, clearly angry at what I did. “Young lady, that is this? Does this belong to you?” she angrily asked. I stood there not knowing what to do. “Bang pd reaction to you wanting to shove his foot up your ass? Bang pd x Yoongi scenario? What is all this?”. At that point I started sweating. I never wanted my mother to know about it

“…mom, that’s not mine- I mean my other friend wanted me to see her stuff and I eventu-“ “STOP LYING, YOU MISERABLE KID! GO AWAY, I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW”. At that point I ran out of the house and went straight to my best friends house - Aestaetaetic

She was my best friend since 6th grade, and she had always been there - from me crying about broken candy to me talking about my Bang PD fantasies. When I first met her, I was kind of nervous, so I told her I wanted bang pd to stick a cd of him saying ‘titty croissant’ up my ass, and she gladly responded with a ‘me too’. And that’s how our friendship started to grow.

As I eventually got to her house - in the meanwhile thinking about shoving mayonnaise sauce up Bang PD’s puh, I surprisingly saw her by the door, opening it, as if she knew I was going to come by. She saw my face and she immediately knew something went wrong

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “My mother found out… about my blog” I replied “What??” “Yes, she found out, and she kicked me out for a while” “oh dude, I feel so bad for you, I know how it could feel. Wanna drink some hot chocolate? The weather is kinda cloudy and cold today”

But I wanted to eat something else… but anyway

“Yeah, sure…” I timidly said. We got to the kitchen and she started making the hot chocolate. I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. It looked a big juicy water balloon whenever she walked. I imagined putting french fries on her ass as I ate it whole. I imagined about her pussy having mayonnaise dripping down her clit doing to the vulva. I imagined fucking her with a llama everyday. She turned me on so much

Wait… am I really dreaming about this? Is this appropriate?

As I thought about it, she slowly approached me, making my head turn to her. She placed the hot chocolate in front of me as he softly smiled at me. I turn to look at her and I see her non existent boobs. They were beautiful - although there was nothing there but nipples - she was still beautiful. It almost took my whole body control to not shove her against a wall.

“I am going to shower for a little while - I’ll be back in 20 minutes” she said before turning away and walking towards the bathroom. I stared at her juicy ass as she walked. Staring at her bum bum made my eye vision go better, and it gets better as I’m constantly doing so. As I’m done drinking the hot chocolate I went to her bedroom and got on the bed. As I was lying there, I started thinking about my love for her. She’s always been here - and I was super scared of ruining our friendship. But then I shook my head as the water started running, which meant Aestaetaetic won’t hear anything.

Well… maybe a little fun won’t ruin the mood, right?

As I - once again - started to think of her, my hands went straight on my boobs, making me horny 🎷 and wet. I thought about Bang Pd fingering our belly buttons with ranch dressing as me and aestaetaetic tribbed. At that point I was peeing wetness. My hands slowly travelled south and stopped at my Barbie underwear. I dipped my finger in them and - there was an unusual texture on my puh. It felt… almost too thick. I scooped some of it out and looked at it

…. mayonnaise?

I smelled it and it smelled just like mayonnaise - with a hint of salmon fragrance. I licked my finger clean and my mouth drew out a moan. But my mind went ‘ew’ but it’s okay. Those are the things Aestaetaetic made me feel. My hand went back into my core and I slowly dipped it inside my vagina, going straight into the uterus. I played with that area and it felt at its best, and the mayonnaise making the area warmer, makes the whole sensation almost too nice. I fingered my hole the entire time and I - out of nowhere - started singing Aestaetaetic’s favourite song ‘The Duck Song’. It’s the song I masturbate to, while thinking about Aestaetaetic

“HEY! BUM BUM BUM! GOT ANY GRAPES?” I screamed while still fingering myself, and out of nowhere Aestaetaetic comes in and touches my puh “No, we only sell Lemonade “she dirtly whispers (and almost spitting too ew) in my ears as she kisses down my neck. I felt whole again.I’ve been waiting for this moment to happen all too long. She places her hands on my waist as I did the giraffe gesture to my neck. She kissed down going to my collarbones while I streched my neck doing gorilla noises. “You sound so beautiful, princess” she told me. At that point I felt something else happen on my private area, and it felt very good. I moaned loudly as she got to my bubbies “ You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, I’ve spent too many nights reading your posts and reactions while pleasuring myself to them.” she told me as she bit my nipple - almost biting it off. Her hands started travelling down, making me eager for what was about to happen. but as her hands touched my area, she stopped

“What happened?” I asked her, worry washing over me. She took off my underwear and saw something very unusual.

A penis.

“Trashcan, why do you have something like this?” she asked me as she watched it grow before her eyes. I didn’t know i was gonna react like this - I got so turned on to the point where my hormones started going crazy. “Ummm… I have no idea… please stop staring at it… you’re making me feel self conscious” I told her. She then blankly stared at me before going in for a kiss. We hungrily started to kiss. My mouth still smelled like mayonnaise and salmon but it didn’t seem like she hated it. We stayed there, making out, making me forget about all surroundings around me. Little did I know, she took off her underwear, placing herself on top of me. She broke off the kiss, making me look down… and as i stared…

I realized she had a penis too

She stood there, smirking down at me, as she pushed me down the bed, making me lay down. She touched my mayonnaise covered penis, feeling it. We both moaned at the feeling. Once she covered her hand in mayonnaise, she lubed my belly button with it, making it warm. She positioned herself at my belly button and slowly sinked in. When she moaned, I could swear she sounded so beautiful. She sounded like a goat sexily giving birth. I laid there, looking at her ugly pleasure face, while making my own. The sounds the mayonnaise and her dicc made, got her closer to climax

“Cum for me baby, cum!” I ordered and she cummed out melted cheese into my stomach, making me feel full as if I just ate something. “My turn!” I excitedly said while pushing her down the mattress. I suddenly grabben some Mac and Cheese sauce out of nowhere cause I’m a magician and covered her whole body in it, making her look like a Simpson. I slowly licked the sauce off of her body, while burping because she moans everytime I do so. When I got to her pee pee, I sucked it off, making me sexily burp - almost for 18 seconds. “You look so beautiful burping baby girl” she said as I embarrassingly turned away, chuckling. She got up, and made us both sit on our knees. She got my dick in her right hand and her dick in her left hand. She suddenly shook them against each other, making our cocks have dick slap fights. “Ahh your dick feels so good against mine baby girl” I said as I violently shook my dick from left to right “Omg baby I’m gonna come- aaaah” She choked out a moan as she came spaghettis. I came after her, cumming sauce - making our bed full of spaghettis. However, we didn’t stop.

Aestaetaethic placed her dick on my penis entrance, going straight down my urethra. We both moaned as he kept fucking my cock “Baby you feel so good around me - I am going to cum again” “Oh yes, keep fucking my cock baby, yesss I fucking love you and your ass so much - ohhhh” she kept going faster and faster “Come for me princess” and at that, I came hard. We stood there, staring at each other, and looking around the room - spaghettis around the room, mac sauce on the bed sheets, and torn out clothes around the room.“Hey, Trashcan, about that, I love you too. So much. I’ve had feelings since you told me you stuffed a bang pd plushie up your ass. I donn’t know it’s just… when you said that… I felt like I really wanted to call your weird ass mine” she told me as she hugged me “So, when-” my sentence was cut by the door knock. It can’t be my mother nor hers. My mother doesn’t know where Aestaetaethic’s house is at, and her mother doesn’t live with her. “Bro… where did that come from?” she frightenedly asked me “I’m not sure, let’s just go”. We slowly walked to the door, spotting a fat man behind it. When we opened the door, we were even more surprised at what we saw.

Bang PD

He had a brown wig on, he was naked but his body was covered by a big jacket he had on.

“Pdaddy?” we both asked as he slowly stripped himself out of the jacket, revealing his naked body and… a vagina?

“I’ve been a fan of yours for a long while now. And hearing you guys have sex made me go wet. How about we have a little fook and I’ll give you both tickets to all bts concerts there’ll be in the future?” He asked us while he stroked his clit, still in the doorway “yES” we both screamed as we dragged him to the bed, made him eat all the spaghettis off the bed as we fucked both his vagina and anus. 

This was going to be a very memorable night…


and the best writer award goes tooooo


not me lmfao

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You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems! But why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone! Not anyone, in fact, but me! Why, I could make a Christmas tree! And there’s not a reason I can find, I couldn’t have a Christmastime! I bet I could improve it, too! And that’s exactly what I’ll do!

Why preternatural abilities don’t produce results in a lab...

Ok. So I’m some sort of clairsentient/empathic thingie (I have yet to find a term that feels exact to me), and I was giving thought into why all tests on preternatural abilities like these have either an inconclusive or negative result.

Before we go any further, some info on where I’m coming from. I’m a practicing secular witch, but I spent the vast majority of my life as a hard-line atheist skeptic. I didn’t WANT to believe in this. There were two reasons for that.

One, I grew up with an extremely ugly incarnation of religion, and being young, I associated all unprovable beliefs with religion. In other words, I had a sort of “political” opposition to religion from a young age.

Two, I started exhibiting clairsentience/empathic abilities extremely young. And people got very angry at me. They felt violated by me, because I was a kid and I just tactlessly said whatever popped into my head. I felt shame for that and I had no one to guide me, and I spent the next 20 years of my life trying SO INCREDIBLY HARD to bury my abilities.

In short, my hard-line skepticism was half political, and half self-denial.

My firm embarkment on the path, after a decade of waffling, represents the moment I just couldn’t deal with the self-denial anymore, basically. I had to learn to control it, or it was going to control me. 20 years of denial didn’t make it go away.

HOWEVER.

I STILL BELIEVE that science must be empirical, repeatable, and as objective as realistically possible. If those criteria aren’t met, IT’S NOT SCIENCE.

You will never see me trying to twist quantum physics to suit my beliefs. You will never see me posting discredited studies to suit my beliefs.

My beliefs function on personal gnosis. That is good enough for me. I don’t need to twist science to justify myself. I have no problem admitting that it currently has no scientific backing.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist – clearly. It just means it has no scientific backing.

Ok. That out of the way, what you slogged through all that to get to: why preternatural abilities don’t show up on scientific tests.

I am going to start out by giving you physical evidence of a recent occasion this happened to me. And then we’re gonna talk about it. Timestamps included. We jumped to text because he was out of data, so we used text when he was at work.

The convo is with my partner, whom I call Wolf on here. Anon is someone he cares about. The blocked personal info is, well… personal. It’s stuff I knew about the situation surrounding Anon and some hard stuff going on in her life.

So let’s look at what happened here and deconstruct it a bit. I’ll tell you how I processed it in my head.

Completely out of nowhere, something in my head went, “Anon. Anon. ANON. ANON! ANON!! Bad stuff, bad stuff, bad stuff…”

This is weird for me. Anon and I actually don’t get on all that well. We don’t talk. I’m perfectly content to leave it that way. So I know nothing about her, other than really major stuff Wolf tells me if it affects his time. I don’t get the day-to-day about her at all.

You can see here my apologetic nature and me being all scared of him getting angry, learned from years of having people get mad at me for snooping around in their heads. But you can also see that I’m just spit-balling. I don’t really know what’s going on. I just know it’s something about Anon, and it’s bad. So I simply guessed it was something related to Anon’s mother, because I knew stuff had happened to her mother a while ago, so I thought maybe that had re-emerged.

The reality? She and Wolf had a disagreement that stressed Wolf out.

So why didn’t I get Wolf in my head? Why did I only get Anon?

Because Wolf is the one I’m tethered to. I care about him, which means my intuitive wiring is very connected to him, whereas it isn’t to Anon. Oddly enough, this can create a blind spot to the person I’m connected to. When they think “I”, I think “I” too. This has created some really horrible bouts of anxiety for me, where I think something that’s happening to someone else is happening to me. But in this case, I knew for certain it wasn’t related to me, because I don’t talk to Anon. So that just leaves Anon.

I’m getting the message from Wolf’s head, from his perspective. And he’s not thinking “I, Wolf, had a disagreement with Anon.” He’s thinking, “This stuff Anon did or said, feelings, feelings, feelings.” His thoughts are about her, not himself. And he’s also not thinking in linear sentences, because thoughts don’t work like that. He’s just generally thinking “Anon + bad feelings.” So Anon + bad feelings is all I got.

So.

How the fuck do you stick that in a lab?

Like, do you see how complicated this is?

In the minds of scientists, they see things like clairsentience as if it were sort of a card trick. And if I say “I can do this card trick,” I should be able to do it no matter what deck of cards you give me, or where I am when I do it. It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t make any difference whether I’m doing the card trick out there, or in this lab, because the laws of physics never change. Right?

Except that’s not how it works.

This isn’t a card trick, and it’s not based on physics. It’s a complex interaction between my senses, my feelings, and the world around me, which results in me receiving muddled messages into my brain.

How much I care about the person has an impact. What mood I’m in has an impact. What else is going on around me has an impact.

Sometimes I’m more accurate than this. Sometimes I’m less. Sometimes I miss the message entirely. Sometimes it’s so intense that it causes physical pain. Sometimes I get it for strangers. Sometimes I don’t. Depends what it is, how protected I am, on and on and on.

And then on top of that, you add in that the thing I’m reading isn’t even a good way of communicating. It’s thoughts tumbling through someone’s head, in flashes of color and single words or phrases. I don’t get nice pretty sentences typed out with good grammar. I get popped in the head by a bunch of rushing nonsense that I have to try to make sense of.

If you stick me alone in a room and say “Tell me what shapes this stranger in some other room is looking at,” who I have no connection to, who is sending me a message that isn’t important and they don’t even care about, and asking me to do something I CAN’T DO (i.e. see messy random thoughts as pretty, perfectly rendered pictures) of course I’m not going to do well. I mean, unless you think I am psychically aware of EVERYTHING that ever happens to EVERYONE on the entire planet, why the hell would you expect me to?

I don’t watch 60fps movies in my head of whatever that guy over there is thinking. Thoughts don’t work like that – either his or mine. I get a bunch of a random stuff in random order from people I’m invested in, or when my nervous system is triggered.

I mean, do you think in perfect video and poetic sentences? I don’t. It’s just a bunch of messy bullshit. The only difference between my head and yours, is that some of the thoughts in my head don’t belong to me, and are therefore a bit harder to understand. But it’s the same messy bullshit everyone else has.

Trying to stick clairsentience in a lab is like trying to stick “friendship” in a lab. How do you even do that?

It’s not a card trick. It’s a description of a concept, composed of complex interactions.

I would love to find some kind of way to scientifically test this. But as someone who experiences this phenomenon, it’s obvious to me why the method we currently use doesn’t render results.

It’s because they’re thinking of preternatural abilities as if they were simple card tricks. In reality, like all senses, they’re highly complex.

Anchors | Cameron + Donna mixtape | Spotify | Playmoss

Sisters Are Doin’ It for Themselves - Euryhtmics / What’s Mine Is Yours - Sleater-Kinney / Nervous Breakdown - Black Flag / Twist Barbie - Shonen Knife / You Can’t Do That To Me - The Ettes / Doll Parts - Hole / Mercy Street (Peter Gabriel cover) - Fever Ray / Always Crashing In The Same Car - David Bowie / No Man Is Big Enough for My Arms - Ibeyi / Landslide - The Smashing Pumpkins / White Knuckles - Tegan and Sara / We Belong - Pat Benatar / Magnetized - Garbage / Top of the World - Shonen Knife / Move in The Right Direction - Gossip / Make Them Gold - CHVRCHES / If You Leave - OMD

Too Late (Peter Parker x Reader) 1/2

Prompt: “Can I have a spider one shot? Where the reader is a new teen at Peter’s school and he ends up being put in a group with her. And he slowly figures out that he loves her. But before he can tell her she is kidnapped” (requested)

Word Count: 2,438

Warnings: flashbacks are in italics

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF, LOOK AT HOW LONG THIS IS. Also, there is not a lot of conversation in here, I don’t know why but I like to describe a lot, sorry if it bothers someone! I’m surely going to put more conversations on the next part. Thanks to @rosequeensiera   for requesting this, also, thanks for being around my blog a lot, I love knowing that you like my stuff <3<3

(Gif is not mine, it belongs to @irenelair , I found it there)

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

Peter Parker’s POV (third person)

After everything that happened in Germany he thought he could never be the same person again, after all, he was in the middle of a battle with Iron Man and Captain America, he was part of something way bigger than his little “missions” as Spiderman, but his hopes of becoming an Avenger crashed when Mr. Stark told him that he had to stay low and return to his everyday routine.

He knew that was the wiser thing he could do, if something went wrong and if someone knew who Spiderman is, it would put his loved ones in danger, aunt May included, and he was not going to risk her just so he could be a hero, so, his little missions at night will have to do for now, apart from that, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle the fame, as well as Mr. Stark, did, the only thought of him facing all those reporters scared him, even remembering how Ned found out about him being Spiderman made him cringe, and it will haunt him for life.

“Aunt May is gonna kill me if she finds out” he thought and trying to come up with a plan on how to enter his room without anyone noticing is how the brilliant idea of climbing the side of the building and entering his room from the window, silently thanking his past self for letting it open when he got out the same way.

As he made his way and passed the window he didn’t expect to hear the sound of something crashing onto the ground and when he turned his head to the source of the sound he saw Ned sitting on his bed with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped, almost immediately he fell to the ground, gracefully standing on his feet and tried to take the suit off, but Ned stand up and moved closer to him, same surprised expression on his face.

“You are the Spiderman” he affirmed with a whisper, probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“No, I’m not” his voice sounded as desperate as his attempt of taking the suit off as quickly as possible “I’m not” he repeated, and said the first thing that came to his mind “This is just a costume” and, oh god, he knew how stupid he looked standing up in front of his best friend with the suit on his hand, almost naked with nothing more than his underwear to cover the little drop of dignity that he had.

“Dude, you were on the ceiling!” he pointed at the ceiling with his finger, still not taking his eyes away from him and he knew that he couldn’t hide it from him, even with his lame excuses.

“O-ok yes, I’m Spiderman” he responded and brushed his hand against his face “but you have to promise me that you will not tell anybody, please, Ned” he desperately begged.

“And who will I tell? You are my only friend!” he knew it was true, and he trusted Ned, so he simply nodded.


When he came back to Queens he knew it was time to go back to school, he was glad that he wasn’t popular and knew that no one noticed his absence, apart from Ned, who he was sure that was going to ask a hell lot of questions about it; he also didn’t expect anything new to happen at his high school, nothing could surprise him now, not after everything that he lived.

As he walked through the crowded halls of the school afterward his first classes, making his way to the cafeteria, his mind was on the battle and how he could improve his skills, he knew he kinda sucked there and if he wanted to eventually become an Avenger he had to get better at a certain point.

“It was time that I see your face around here, I was starting to think that the field trip with Tony Stark was a lie and that you simply gave up on life” Ned joked when he sat down next to him on one of the tables that were always empty, no one dared to sit down next to the nerds and ruin their reputation.

“Wow, thanks, Ned, now I know how low are your thoughts on me” he placed his notebooks on the table along with his cellphone and he wished he could continue to watch videos of Spiderman on Youtube and try to see how he could improve but that would be too risky.

“Any important news while I was away?” he asked while he placed his head on his hand for support and he looked sideways at Ned, who was making a face as he was thinking and snapped quickly when he remembered something.

“Oh yeah, there’s a new girl, she’s really how” he smirked at him which made him chuckle.

“Ned, how is that important? She will never even speak to me or you for that matter”

Ned’s shoulders dropped at his statement and he felt a little guilty for sounding so harsh but they both knew it was true.

“I know, but I can dream, right?” he cocked an eyebrow at him “there’s still a chance for you, thought, for what I know she is in most of your classes”

“You are such a creep, Ned” he furrowed his brows at his friend’s new information; she had to be really pretty if he was that interested.

“Hey, if I can’t get a change you might as well take it, Peter” he paused to take a sip of his can of soda, which he didn’t notice until now “by the way, her name is (Y/N), pretty, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows and he couldn’t contain his laugh that was interrupted by the bell.

“We have to go, we wouldn’t want to be late for Ms. Kellant class you know she is quite scary”

The two of them stand up gathering all of their belongings and made their way to the classroom.

He knew it was bad to not pay attention to his class and that the teacher could catch him at any second but he couldn’t help it, he had to watch more videos, he had set his mind, he wanted to get better at the only thing that made him excited.

Ned, who was at his side, didn’t even try to tell him to stop; he tried before but only ended in him being ignored, so he just paid attention to the class taking notes because he knew that at one point he would call him and asking for them.

“Peter, you still with us?” Ms. Kellant voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly shut his computer down and he recomposed himself on his seat.

“Uh yeah, yeah, s-sorry” it always made him nervous to be the center of attention, especially if someone was calling him out, especially the teacher.

“I was informing you that for your next project you will be paired with (Y/N) (L/N), so for next class, you will sit together to start preparing”

He would have answered something if it wasn’t for Ned’s elbow hitting his right side, so he just nodded.

“That’s the girl I told you before” he whispered cheerfully at him and looking at him with a smile “oh man, you are so lucky” Ned sighed and return to look at the teacher that was explaining something he didn’t hear.

He wish he could be as happy as his friend but he didn’t even know how the girl looked like, so he just started to actually pay attention to the class and before he even knew it the class was over; he started to put away his things in his backpack but stopped when he heard Ned gasp and looked at him confused but he had to look away when someone tapped on his shoulder; when he turned he saw a girl smiling at him and he felt how his breath got caught in his throat, she was really beautiful, and never a girl like that approached him before.

“Hey, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your new partner” her smile never left her face, not even when he was stupid enough to stumble with his own words.

“H-hello, I’m P-peter Parker” she chuckled when she heard him and he was sure that he embarrassed himself.

“Yeah, I know” she said and looked down at her phone for a second before looking at him again “I have to go, but I hope that we can get to know each other better, after all the project is due in a couple of weeks, see you on next class, Peter” with that she turned and left the classroom, and that’s when he noticed that he had the same expression the whole time and his grip on the things he was holding was quite strong, and he cringed at himself yet again at himself.

“This is going to be good, really good” he heard Ned’s voice and groaned in frustration but continued to put his things in his backpack.


When he entered the Ms. Kellant class on the next day he was already sweating, he knew he had to sit with (Y/N) and talk to her and try to sound like a normal human being and not fuck up so she wouldn’t think he was a weirdo.

The classroom started to fill as people walked in and eventually, she entered as well, making her way to sit next to him and when she finally did it he could feel her perfume.

“Hi, Peter” she smiled when he looked at her and somehow that eased his nervousness.

“Hey” he answered shortly and face palmed himself mentally, this could be the opportunity to establish a conversation “how are you?” that was somehow better.

“I’m fine, thanks, kinda excited for this project, I really like chemistry” she almost whispered the last part, sounding embarrassed almost and he understood instantly, she didn’t want to sound like a nerd.

“Me too, one of my favorite subject” he smiled at her and his smile grew when she smiled with a little laugh.

And somehow things got even better from that day, they exchanged numbers and agreed to meet after school to start with the project and the first meeting would be at his house, after all, May worked during the day and she said that on her house her brothers would bother them; of course, when May found out that he would bring a girl to the house she was more than happy and excited, she even started to ask questions about her and if they were dating, but no matter how many times he reminded her that was only for a project she wouldn’t hear.

The first time she went to his house it was a little awkward at first, neither of them seemed to know what to say to each other but as time went by they were talking like they were friends forever, that day he learned a lot about her and he knew he had developed a crush on her, it was impossible not to, she had a lot of things in common with him, she was smarter than he thought and she was beautiful in every way in his eyes.

His friendship bloomed during the following weeks, they talked to each other at school almost all the time and his crush got even bigger when he introduced her to Ned and he saw how friendly he was towards his best friend, having in mind that not everyone treated them nice at school he was surprised. They texted almost every day and at any time, even at school when they weren’t together in class; and he knew his crush was shifting and he realized he was slowly falling in love with her, the way she laughed at his silly jokes, how nice she was to everybody, how much he loved her smile and especially if she was smiling at him and the way her eyes squinted when she laughed loudly; to him she was simply perfect, and he knew he was in love.

And little did he know that she was feeling the same.


That day he was a little bit more excited than usual, he and (Y/N) would go to a café near his house to study, they decided to change a little, well, he decided to change, today was the day he was going to tell her how he felt, he didn’t know where all this sudden courage came from but he was looking forward to spending time with her.

He sat down on the couch in his living room, she told him she will be there soon and they would head to the café together, he was checking his phone every 5 seconds waiting for her text, her last message was from 5 minutes ago, he knew her house wasn’t far away from his, but he decided not to get too nervous about it; but couldn’t help to check his phone again.

(Y/N): I’ll be there soon, see you 😘

He tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling of him, something on the back of his mind was telling him that there was something wrong, so he typed quickly on his phone.

Hey, (Y/N), everything ok? 👀

He added an emoji to sound a little bit less worried or desperate, but a couple of minutes later there was still no response, he shifted a little on the couch, leaning forward and putting his hands over his knees, still holding the phone; once more, he texted her.

Did something happen?

Same as before, he waited a little in the silence of his living room, in his mind he was displaying at least 10 scenarios of what could possibly had happened, but none of them were good, she was never late before or if she was running late she would text him or call him, but yet again, he felt like something was wrong but before he could go on with his thoughts he heard his phone vibrate on his hand and the screen displayed a message; he entered his password and tapped on the message but furrowed his brows instantly at the message that only showed an address not so far from his house. He was going to reply but another messaged popped up.

(Y/N): see you there, spiderboy, don’t be late.

(Y/N): we got your girl

He felt as if the blood drained from his body and his breathing quickened, it wasn’t a joke, she didn’t know about his secret and if she knew, she wasn’t going to make a joke like this. He knew that she was in danger; he had to save her before it was too late.

dragonlover123a  asked:

Honestly, I can see Anti being super fucking protective over his Smol, like, "You are much smaller and weaker than a human, so I have to protecc. And anyone who tries hurting you will get fucking stabbed, because you are Smol, and precious, and mine." Also, I can totally see him hanging it over Dark's head that he got a Tiny to trust him without being manipulative! Pretty much Antisepticeye lured in the Smol with promises that they will be cared for and protected, and he kept to his word. (1/2)

Aww!
This is actually very close to how i think he would do if he found a tiny he was quite fond of! As soon as his eyes lay on their small form Anti immidietly registers that “This one is mine now-”
It starts off as he wants to protect you because you are his property, you belong to him. But soon it develops into more of a loving protection, he wants to protect you because he truly does care about your well being. Not that he would ever tell you tho. If you ask him why he will always say “because you belong to me. Dont want others breaking my stuff now do we?” But you know he is lying.
And you bet your butt he is going to brag about it to Dark. Even though Dark dosnt really care Anti still likes to tease him about how fast he was able to take you without needing to take you to dinner before hand.
Though because of how rough Anti can be, be prepared to make trips to good ole doctor Schneep. Anti dosnt mean to hurt you sometimes, he is just really energetic… like literally- he glitches with energy how could you not expect him to be excitable?
All in all you are just his adorable lil tiny and no one can change that unless they want a knife to the neck.

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favourite films [1/12] » Stardust (2007)

You know when I said I knew Iittle about Iove? Well, that wasn’t true. I know a Iot about Iove. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. AII those wars. Pain and Iies. Hate. Made me want to turn away and never Iook down again. But to see the way that mankind Ioves. I mean, you could search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes, I know that Iove is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and, well, strangely easy to mistake for Ioathing. And what I’m trying to say, Tristan, is - I think I Iove you! My heart, it feels Iike my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you Iove me, too. Just your heart in exchange for mine.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just discovered this blog and I super duper love it!!! It's so good and makes me laugh!! The angst is awesome also >:3 I love your shinsou stuff especially!!! If I can, I saw some of your writings with arachnophobia with katsuki and todoroki and I died. Could I ask for the same situation but with shinsou??

Thank you so much, I’m glad that you’re enjoying my blog and it makes you laugh! Those headcanons actually aren’t mine and they belong to @bnhaimaginesscenarios but I’d be more than happy to write some for Shinsou for you! 

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou isn’t afraid of spiders and it doesn’t bother him when he happens to come across one, but he does think that they look incredibly freaky looking. He doesn’t kill the spiders but carefully scoops them up on a piece of paper and releases them outside his front door and then goes back to whatever he was doing before. He prefers not to kill them because they’re usually harmless little things that don’t want to hurt you and haven’t done anything wrong (except for existing imo).

If he had a significant other that was afraid of spiders and freaks out immensely when they spot one, Shinsou doesn’t have any problems getting rid of them when he’s asked to, but he does find it rather amusing and allows them to entertain him first before he decides to free the spider somewhere outside. 

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37/100 days of productivity 

I’m pretty sure that this armchair belongs to me at this point. It’s MINE. I have one fav Starbucks close to the local library. I always come here to drink coffee and read new books. Sometimes I write in my journal & study here as well. These visits are the highlight of my week. • stuff done: health check up (bc I had to do one for my new job), one chapter of my Polish textbook, science prep tests

lancochang submitted:

So DA says it’s your B-day *wink, wink*

Joking aside I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday and hope this day is a great one. Cause today is a happy you day. I hope your day is a day full of good things regardless if it’s B-day related or not. Anyway I’m blabbing… I shall finally post this thing. ENJOY!!!

P.S. Give these two a hug for me… They are the cutest things ever!!! 

Oh my gosh!! ;w; I wasn’t expecting anything, so this was a really nice surprise to see in my inbox, thank you so much!! Your art is as adorable as ever, thank you for drawing these two sweethearts. ilovethemsomuch <333

A little reminder to those who don’t know these characters:
Bree(left) belongs to @131-di, and Hutchinson(right) is mine!