next big idea

Honeymooners Pt 6

Haha, I lied, ideas were had.

A number of heads swiveled as you and Loki passed, hand in hand. You kept one arm over your chest, trying to maintain some modicum of decency but it really didn’t matter. You couldn’t tell, with your back to him, but Loki had his gaze fixated on you the entire time, watching the sway of your hips and just protectively scanning for any who might ogle too long.

“I don’t think I ever want to see another naked person after this.” You muttered softly, passing by a couple making out.

Loki chuckled, “Not the voyeur then, are you?”

You raised your eyebrow and glanced behind you, “Are you?”

Loki shook his head, “Not particularly, though still, your modesty amuses me.”

At long last, your feet hit the water’s edge and you smiled, pleased that it was warm. Immediately you heard someone calling your name, followed shortly by Loki’s, “Hey! Hey you guys!”

You scanned the water and finally spotted Clara and Toran a short distance away. “C’mon.” You muttered at Loki, tugging him closer.

The couple were standing a short distance in the water, about waist high depth, each waving at you and Loki.

“Hey Clara! Toran!” You called beaming at them, finally reaching them both in the water.

Clara giggled, as Toran wrapped his arms around her protectively. Loki’s eyes narrowed as Toran’s gaze lingered a moment too long on your bare breasts. Stepping forward, Loki pressed his chest to your back, arm wrapping around you as his forearm covered one breast, his large hand cupping the other and blocking you from view. You grit your teeth, trying not to gasp in shock but saw that Toran stood in a similar pose to Clara and figured Loki was merely mimicking him.

Loki rested his chin on your shoulder, staring imperiously down at Toran, eyes darkened as he tried to hide his scowl. Toran quickly looked away from you, turning his attention back to his wife.

As you and Clara talked, you could sense Loki growing bored with the conversation, his hands starting to fidget, apparently night even realizing where they rested. His right arm was wrapped around your chest, fingers idly moving along as he spaced out from the conversation, managing a supportive nod or grunt from time to time but mostly he seemed lost in thought. Unfortunately, this included his fingers sliding along the swell of your breast and you could feel your nipple growing hard at his touch. At one particular movement, he managed to find a sensitive spot and you had to grit your teeth, faking a cough to suppress the moan that threatened to draw from deep within you.

“This water is just lovely, isn’t it?” Clara asked, hands moving down to splash around.

Toran watched her hands move to the water, his gaze fixated on you. However, when Clara moved her hands back up to cup his arms, Toran’s gaze remained.

Loki’s eyes flashed, noting the clarity of the water and moved to rest protectively on your stomach, slowly easing down to block your womanhood. You gasped gently at his touch and Clara looked back at you concerned.

“I thought I saw a dolphin.” You managed to choke out.

Loki’s chin still rested on your shoulder, his long hair tickling you each time he drew breath.

“Really? I didn’t think there were dolphins this close to land?” Clara asked, scanning the surrounding waters.

“Must’ve been a trick of the waves, my bad.” You forced a smile, not entirely sure what Loki was playing at. Finally you saw Toran look away from you, his lascivious and wandering eye once more returning to his own wife.

“No look, I think I see a stingray over there!” Clara pointed at the water excitedly.

“You two wait here, we’re going to check it out.” You snaked out of Loki’s protective grip, realizing that if you didn’t move away soon, you wouldn’t be able to hide your growing arousal. Loki blinked, frowning as he felt you move away from him.

“Very well, love, do be careful.” He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it.

You and Clara waded deeper into the water, the waves lapping at you as you moved.

Toran sighed, folding his arms as he watched you and Clara wade through the water. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same.” Loki murmured, watching you.

“You know, Clara always said she was open to this, but never found a couple that I thought it would work on.” Loki jerked his head to the side, eyes darkened in annoyance as Toran continued, “I know it’s our honeymoon but like, you know what swinging is, right?”

“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term.” Loki replied, his voice dangerously low.

Toran raised his eyebrow, missing the warning in Loki’s tone. “Really? Good looking guy like you, I’m surprised. Well, it’s when two married couples, you know… exchange spouses for the night. Your wife is smoking and Clara obviously finds you attractive.”

“Don’t insult me.” Loki snarled, “I would never do that to the woman I love, certainly not with the likes of you, as if that pathetic needle you call a cock could satisfy her, let alone your own wife.”

Toran’s mouth fell open, an angry flush rising on his cheeks, “What the hell man?”

Loki sneered, “Speak of this again and I’ll gut you like a pig.”

Toran sputtered for a response when you and Clara returned.

“Clara says the owner is really nice, and they ran into him at one of the shops.” You started to say but were interrupted as Loki’s hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. You moaned softly as his lips moved along yours, mouth falling open as his tongue snaked inside. Loki dominated the kiss possessively as Clara looked on in awe, glancing back at Toran. Toran’s arms were crossed, fuming as he watched your eyes flutter shut as you sank into the kiss, reaching up to grip Loki’s shoulders.

“C’mon love, let’s put that enclosure to use.” Loki growled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style. “I’m not waiting to get back to the room to have you.”

You merely gasped, skin flushed as you wrapped your arms around Loki trying to steady yourself while he carried you off. “I’ll, err, see you around Clara!”

Clara laughed, waving as the two of you left, “We’ll be at the shops later today, if you’re up for it!”

“Sure thing!”

Loki stalked back in silence, still carrying you. You could tell he was angry, and figured it was not best to provoke him while you were in such a vulnerable state. In no time at all, the two of you were back on the enclosure and Loki had set you down gently, reaching for a towel to help pat you dry.

“Loki…” You started slowly, “what was that about?”

Loki focused on the task at hand, furiously intent on making sure you dried off. If he hadn’t been so angry looking, you might’ve felt embarrassed that you were still naked. As it was, he reminded you of a cat with its ears back flat on its head, ready to claw at the first person who provoked it.

“Loki, hey, look at me.” You gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at your face. Loki was kneeling down so you knew he had a good look of your breasts, and again, in normal circumstances you would have been embarrassed. But right now, this was your partner and he was clearly upset about something. “Talk to me, what happened?”

Loki finally sighed and straightened up, reaching for your bikini and handing it to you before pulling on his own trunks. “That wretched excuse for a man wanted me to trade you for his pathetic quim.”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, I uh.”

“Offered to be ‘swingers’,” he sneered, shaking his head in disgust.

“Well, for swingers, it’s not permanent, just like a one night thing.”

Loki was adjusting his bottoms and looked at you in surprise, “You’re entertaining the thought?”

You quickly shook your head, “No of course not, I just didn’t know if you might because Clara is very pretty and I mean, we’re on a mission but like, if you found information from her somehow.”

“I would never do that to my wife on my honeymoon.” Loki growled, looking aghast. Slowly he sighed and looked away, “Even as it is, it seems wrong for the nature of the mission, you deserve better than being forced to spend time with that wretch.”

You smiled and touched his cheek gently, “Aren’t you the gentleman.”

Loki cupped your hand with his, tilting his head and sighed, “You are my partner, after all, I will keep you safe from any harm.”

You wrapped your arms around Loki and pulled him in for a gentle hug, “Thanks Loki, I appreciate it.”

You quickly finished dressing and replaced your wrap around your torso. Glancing at the sky, you noted that the sun was no longer directly overhead but slightly further past: probably around one.

“What do you say we soak up the sun some, say we had our afternoon roll in the hay and take a nap, you know, to kill some time.”

Loki nodded slowly, sinking down onto the pile of cushions. “Very well, apologies for my reaction.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “You’re protective, I appreciate it.”

“Foolishly protective, trying to understand the finer parts of Midgard’s customs.” Loki shook his head, “And I thought I had most of them.”

“We always find new ways to trip you up, don’t we?”

“I fear you’re making them up as you go just to keep me perpetually confused.” Loki sighed.

You shook your head, “Not that one, it’s pretty old. We’ll take a quick nap, get some sun, then see if we can’t meet that elusive owner finally, it’d be neat to check out the shops, see if there’s any cute outfits to get.”

“If it pleases my wife.” Loki smirked.

“It pleases her, and your partner. This is my vacation after all.”

Loki laughed, “Very well, I will follow your lead.”

You laid down beside him, resting your head on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart. Slowly you closed your eyes, the rhythmic sound sending you off to sleep. Loki watched you for a moment longer, his hand stroking through your hair, toying with it before stroking your shoulders thoughtfully. He sighed sadly, then noticed you were completely asleep and a soft smile touched the corners of his mouth. You looked so peaceful, he noted, heart aching as he watched you, but this was a mission of course. He too, soon fell asleep.


anonymous asked:

How would you feel about someone getting a bright sessions tattoo?? Like the logo or the phrase "I need you to keep me green" or anything from the show really ???? Would you be comfortable with that???

Oh boy, what a question! I am very much of the mind that people’s bodies are their own and no one has any business telling them what to do with it. So if you’re a sober adult, you tattoo whatever you want on your body. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable. 

On a broader, philosophical level, the thought of someone getting words that I wrote permanently put on their body is incredibly weird and surreal and also super flattering? If anyone does get a TBS tattoo, pls send pics because I literally cannot even conceptualize how I would react to that. Like: really? A thing from my brain???? On your body???? Forever???? Wild. 


Title: Extraterrestrial 

Pairing: jongtae

Rating: pg-13

Warnings: aliens

Summary: AU where Taemin is a fallen star and Jonghyun is really confused

Notes: I was super inspired by this picture of taemin (below) and i just had to write something aoehgiosfgn

he was completely naked from head to toe, bare skin glowing just slightly in the pale light where the dirt wasn’t speckled over it. and his hair. his hair was an obnoxious shade of bubblegum pink. jonghyun edged toward the rubble hesitantly, prepared to bail if the naked kid in the hole gave him any trouble. his thumb was pressed against the smooth surface of his phone, ready to dial an emergency hotline at any moment.

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so I have this photo of Wyoming that I was going to use for this dating sim meme because im a piece of shit memer.

but i was like “damn wyoming. you would look good with a space background.”

cause dont get me wrong. he does. plus its my usual shitty edit so i was like yeeesss. but then i was like “wyoming bro. check it. Space. but in your hair.”

at this point im fucking dying cause look at this dork. he looks like a hipster. which lead me to my next big idea. HIPSTER. WYOMING.

its 12 am. everyones sleep. and im laughing harder than the last person on earth who has laughed the hardest

Have you ever really thought about the idea of Modern Gods? And I’m not just talking about Zeus and Poseidon and Hades screwing around in a bar playing pranks on people. No.

Give me a new Big Three.

Give me the goddess of Revolution, wandering around rallies and spreading her ideas to her subjects. She taps someone on the shoulder, and that someone steps forward and climbs a flag pole to remove the Confederate Flag from its perch. Revolution smiles as brightly as her chosen one as she is carted off to jail, and she gives someone else a light shove so they will defend her champion, call for her release.

Give me the goddess of Socialization, whom Revolution contacts with a request for help while she supports her freedom fighters in the Middle East. And Socialization takes up her older sister’s cause and adds her own thoughts and ideals. She hangs out over the shoulder of a blogger enraged by the treatment they receive simply because they are different. Socialization loosens her grip on one of her social media projects to throw her support behind Revolution and the bloggers who seek out Social Justice, and she uses her subjects, those who could convince an Eskimo to buy ice, to spread their ideals.

Give me the god, sometimes the goddess, of Identity, forever changing themselves. They know exactly who they are one day and are clueless the next. Their gender and sexual orientation are not your business, but it is their business when you insult one of their followers for their identity. They will join their sisters to fight for their rights. They will choose their champions to speak for the group, who will inform people when they need to be informed and call them out when they need to be called out.

Watch as they struggle to stamp out the still-burning ashes of their father, the god of Prejudice. Watch as they try to keep his spirit from seeping into the next generation and be reborn. Watch as the new Olympians fight off the Titans, claiming it is their time to rule.

And the minor gods and goddesses. Innovation, who hangs out at coffee shops near universities, looking for the person with the Next Big Idea who just needs a spark. Wisdom and Courage, who are as old as time itself but choose to let their descendants have their shot. Tradition, who is learning what is okay to keep and what needs to disappear. Demigods, who don’t even know it but carry the spirit of their parents within them.

Give me Modern Gods, fighting for a better world just as their disciples are.


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Title: Presentation

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jungkook

Word Count: 1,425

Request: “Can I request a three some with namjoon were he punish you for something.. but after a while jungkook comes home hears somethinng and just fuond you with namjoon and he joins you I need it a lot of domination and rough sex with spanking and licking!” -Anon

Summary: Today is a big day for you. You have to present your next big idea in front of your CEO and other major parties in your company. Everything went well until it was your time to present. Can you get yourself out of this mess or will you have to beg your CEO, Namjoon?

A/N: As requested, this is somewhat hardcore. Maybe or maybe not. I don’t know, tbh.  

Originally posted by jeonjam

“Y/N, please prepare for your presentation. Your turn is next,” your director pointed to you. Everyone’s ideas were so well planned out and presented which made you nervous a bit. Even worse, you were the last one to present. You quietly made your way to the desktop to pull up your file and have it ready on the big screen. Night after night, you practiced for this presentation, hoping that you’ll make no mistake.

“Let’s do well, Y/N!” you thought.

Across the meeting room, you can see you CEO eyeing you. He looked at you like a predator ready to catch its prey. Your CEO was no one other than the famous, Kim Namjoon, the one you were head over heels for. His grey suit hugged every part of his muscle perfectly. So charismatic and sexy. Suddenly, a flashback of the other night filled your mind. Shaking your head, you tried to get yourself together.

“The next big thing that we need for our company is this hotel right here…uh…this hotel…” you choked on your words.

Immediately, you felt your legs shaking and hands getting sweaty. Just when you thought you forgot about what happened the other night and what happened earlier that morning, you were reminded again.

Namjoon inserted a vibrator inside of you to test your patient and obedience.

“Miss Y/N, are you okay there?” Namjoon asked, acting like he knew nothing about what’s going on inside of me.

“I-I’m fine, Sir,” you stuttered.

Gasping faster and faster as you talked, you felt the speed increased. You stood in front of everyone with your legs crossed, hands shaking, and voice cracking. Twitching and turning, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan then instantly, laughed it off to cover. Kim Namjoon. What have he done to you?

The meeting that supposed to be two hours long felt like an eternity. The vibrator had stopped and you started to calm down, feeling the relief. You quickly wrapped your stuff up and head out the door. However, Namjoon stopped you.

“I would like a talk with you, Miss Y/N,” he announced.

The door closed and so were the window blinds.

“Sir, please take it out. That was so embarrassing!” you complained.

“You didn’t do so well up there, Y/N. What did I say about not presenting well? Don’t blame me but I think you need to be punished” he smirked.

He grabbed your arms and pushed you onto the table. Your head forced down, lifting your ass up high in the air for him. His cold hand made it way up your thigh, making you jump from the chills. Slowly, he pulled down your panties under your skirt and took out the vibrator.

“Ahhh,” you gave out a little moan.

“Look at you, still wet. I bet you enjoyed that now didn’t you?” he asked.

His warm breath was up against your neck. He kissed it softly then slid his tongue up and down, giving you a little tease. Round and round, he drew circles on your ass then gave it a smack. The sting never felt so good.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” he made his way down to your clit, playing with it a little before he inserted one finger in.

The sudden attack made you arch your back, crying out of pleasure. Another finger inserted and he began to move faster. That beautiful hand of his was then wrapped around your hair, tugging on it.

“You’re nothing but my pretty little slut! Look at your ass, pushing back for more. You want this cock, huh?” his pace was increasing as each word left his mouth.

Those words, so harsh yet so sweet to your ears. It made you needy, wanting that cock in you.

“Please, sir, I need you. Please!” you begged.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/N, but I don’t think that is my name,” he pulled your hair harder. Your head was then lifted back toward him.

“Daddy! Please give it to me,” you begged harder.

You was close, so close. But Namjoon won’t let you off that easily. Right before you were about to cum, he removed his fingers.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he walked over to face you, “you don’t deserve to cum yet.”

He pulled your chin and kissed you powerfully. You can feel his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, leaving you trying to catch your breathe.

“Mr. Kim, you got a visitor,” someone knocked on the door.

Your face screamed nothing but fear. Namjoon motioned you to stand up properly before he opened the door.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Kim but…” it was Jungkook, Namjoon’s secretary.

The confused look on his face was too obvious to ignore. You were standing there, hair a mess and sweaty. Turned to look at Namjoon, you felt an uneasy feeling. He had that look on his face, the look of wanting to try something new.

“Hey Jungkook, guess what?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Kim?” Jungkook answered with confusion.

“As you can see, I was in the middle of something here with Miss Y/N. However, you interrupted us. Now, I think you need to pay up,” he signaled you to get on your knees. Right in front of you then was Namjoon’s cock. He whipped it out and Jungkook stumbled back, hitting his back to the wall.

“Watch,” Namjoon commanded.

Without a chance to prepare, his cock stuffed your mouth. He grabbed your head and pushed into it, making you gag with the first few thrusts.

“You are going to get punished now, Y/N. And you, Jungkook, you will now pay up,” he told you guys.

His thrust was hitting the back of your throat hard. He continued without giving a care about you. You moved your eyes up and looked at Jungkook. He was obviously turned on. His hand was on his crotch, giving it a little grab.

“Jungkook, pull down your pants. Now,” Namjoon ordered.

Jungkook, with no hesitation, pulled down his pants. Namjoon’s cock was then replaced with Jungkook’s cock.

“Suck him and it better be good,” Namjoon sat on the chair, staring at you guys.

You started to move and soon, you were choking on his cock too. Jungkook, surprisingly, was just as harsh as Namjoon. Every thrust into your mouth assured you that it will leave you sore after.

“Now put her on the table,” Namjoon instructed.

Jungkook did just that. He moved you on the table and went straight to putting his fingers inside of you. There was no going slow for him.

“O-o-omg! Jungkook, fuck!” you screamed out.

He removed his fingers and inserted it into your mouth. Basically, he face fucked you with his fingers.

“Good job, Jungkook. Make her taste herself!” Namjoon laughed.

By that time, you were simply a mess. Your head was floating on clouds. All of the sensation made you wonder where you was at. Everything happened so quickly that you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“Now, fuck that little slut for me!” Namjoon demanded.

It was then that you realized you were putting on a show for him. Jungkook followed every order and fucked you senseless.

One leg was up on the table, the other on the ground. Jungkook spitted onto his hand and rubbed your clit, making sure you was wet enough to take him. No doubt at that time, you was dripping.

“Fuck!” you moaned out.

Jungkook gave no sign that he was entering. He pushed right into you and you flew forward. No time to waste, he started off extremely rough. Holding onto to you by your shoulder, he thrusted cruelly into you.

“You feel so good, Y/N! So tight! So wet!” Jungkook moaned.

Namjoon couldn’t help himself but to walk up to you. He moved your head up to his cock and made you suck again. At one end, it was Jungkook pounding into you. At the other end, Namjoon is face fucking the shit out of you.

“Y/N, I’m cumming! I-I cumming!” Jungkook cried out.

“Hold it, Jungkook!” Namjoon yelled.

Both of them pulled out at the same time and flipped you over. They let out their cum right on your face, one after the other.

“Now, clean this mess up and I’ll see you later,” Namjoon pulled his pants up, “Jungkook, who was visiting me again?”

You watched their back as they left the room, leaving you with their cum on your face, breathless.

 Oh man, Kim Namjoon. You did it once again.

Tadashi's Lab

For the first few months after the incident, though none of the others knew it, Fred, Honey, Wasabi, and Gogo would visit Tadashi’s lab.

When Fred visited he would sit atop of the drafting desk and admire Tadashi’s work. Taking it all in, absorbing what he could from his late friend’s lingering presence in the room, be it from the hastily scribbled out invention ideas or the still empty SFIT mug of coffee sitting next to the computer. Sometimes he’d even crack a lame joke or two, “Hey Tadashi, what did one robot say to the other?” Then he’d chuckle to himself and mumble something about ‘Dashi being the only one to laugh at something like that. And when Fred was through, he’d let a weak smile cross his face and take one last look at the place where his friend called his second home before patting the door frame and leaving.

“Thanks, dude.”

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Everyone keeps on suggesting that the farmer boy could be the spring maiden because of the juxtaposition of his scene right after the evil roundtable, which I’m inclined to disagree with since Glynda says in “Fall” that the maidens’ “powers were specifically passed onto young women.” Some argue that males have been maidens because of the intimacy and last thoughts part, but Qrow specifically states, “Unless it’s a dude or some old hag, then the power goes to someone random and our jobs get a lot harder,” in the same episode.

The next big idea would be if Ozpin’s powers passed to him after he supposedly “died,” assuming that Ozpin is the wizard, or the reincarnation of the wizard. Wizard reincarnations were not explicitly mentioned in the previous volumes, and I don’t personally think Ozpin to be dead. But I honestly don’t know about this theory.

Others suggest cross dressing, but the voice is unmistakably male, at least so far from the grunts. Another option would be transgender, but I wonder if Remnant has that sort of technology? So far, there’s no way to know for sure.

So here’s my first impressions theory that I came up with assuming all small character nuances were specifically placed.

1) The child farmer will be important in the story and will join team JNRR/RNJR. I mean, you could just tell it’s going to happen (at least to me). This is the only theory I’m remotely confident about.

2) I began to wonder if his sudden start and his distractedness meant something else. What if it had to do with his semblance? What if his semblance is clairvoyance or precognition? And what if he just doesn’t know it yet? Like it comes across as bad dreams that he mulls over as he works? Or what if he does know and isn’t sure about what to make of it?

He could’ve vaguely “seen” the evil roundtable and even possibly “seen” Ruby and the team. He looks so distracted as he works, and he looks toward the mountains with a determined or concerned look on his face, presumably where JNRR/RNJR is fighting the Geist.

This is only just premature speculation and I can’t wait to see how far off I am with this theory.

Lord Of The Bots - Chapter One

Title: Lord Of The Bots
Chap Title: Round One
Word count: 2k
Disclaimer: Derpfire is the one who created this idea, she just gave me the A-Ok to write it so I guess this is the official storyline? But everyone is welcome to write their own for it! The title was also given by coldfeetwarmflames so thank you so much for the title! I hope you all enjoy the Botfight!Au

A hand ran down Tadashi’s face and honestly, the young adult couldn’t stop himself from looking at his brother, considering the idea of just turning his moped around and having them go back out the way they came in the alley.

“How did you talk me into this again?” Tadashi paused after those words, deciding to rephrase them as after all, he had promised this. “Promise we won’t be getting arrested again?”

Hiro didn’t even dignify that with a reply or response as he hopped off the moped scooter, taking his helmet off and tossing it to his older brother. He grinned, holding his robot in one teenaged hand, his thumb pressing and brushing along the smiley face along the robots head. Hiro didn’t want to think about how much begging, pleading and bribery in the past it took to get Tadashi to finally offer to drive him and come with him to a bot fight. This time it wasn’t about the thrill or money, this time it was about the title of being the best.

“You know big brother, I could have sworn you driving me here was going to be another trick to get me to look at that nerd school you love so much,” Hiro shot Tadashi a side glance and laughed at his unimpressed expression.

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When students graduate with loads of debt, the ripple effects are endless; they’re less likely to start a business, to buy a house, and to realize their full potential. When it comes to making college affordable, I’m hopeful that debt-free college is the next big idea.

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