nor it looks good

No one who does good work will ever come to a bad end ;

neither here, nor in the world to come.

Do good deeds, look towards a more spiritual way of living, be kind to all like living beings, and free your mind and soul from any attachment to negativity.

🙏🏽🕉🔱📿Om Namah Shivaya || Har Har Mahadev Ki !

okay hear me out: 

you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”

and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?

and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?

what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

Qualities of an Attractive Personality

Someone with an attractive personality:

1. Is warm and friendly towards others.

2. Is open and real

3. Knows their own strengths and weaknesses - and neither boasts nor puts themselves down.

4. Looks for the good in every situation, and is generally positive and optimistic.

5. Doesn’t gossip or pass on others’ secrets

6. Doesn’t gloat when things go wrong for others.

7. Is secure and has a healthy self–esteem; is not self-centred and narcissistic.

8. Is not highly critical or argumentative.

9. Is not possessive and jealous in relationships.

10. Makes time for the people they care about.

20 Common Grammar Mistakes That (Almost) Everyone Makes

Who and Whom

This one opens a big can of worms. “Who” is a subjective — or nominative — pronoun, along with “he,” “she,” “it,” “we,” and “they.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the subject of a clause. “Whom” is an objective pronoun, along with “him,” “her,” “it”, “us,” and “them.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the object of a clause. Using “who” or “whom” depends on whether you’re referring to the subject or object of a sentence. When in doubt, substitute “who” with the subjective pronouns “he” or “she,” e.g., Who loves you? cf., He loves me.Similarly, you can also substitute “whom” with the objective pronouns “him” or “her.” e.g., I consulted an attorney whom I met in New York. cf., I consulted him.

Which and That

This is one of the most common mistakes out there, and understandably so. “That” is a restrictive pronoun. It’s vital to the noun to which it’s referring.  e.g., I don’t trust fruits and vegetables that aren’t organic. Here, I’m referring to all non-organic fruits or vegetables. In other words, I only trust fruits and vegetables that are organic. “Which” introduces a relative clause. It allows qualifiers that may not be essential. e.g., I recommend you eat only organic fruits and vegetables, which are available in area grocery stores. In this case, you don’t have to go to a specific grocery store to obtain organic fruits and vegetables. “Which” qualifies, “that” restricts. “Which” is more ambiguous however, and by virtue of its meaning is flexible enough to be used in many restrictive clauses. e.g., The house, which is burning, is mine. e.g., The house that is burning is mine.

Lay and Lie

This is the crown jewel of all grammatical errors. “Lay” is a transitive verb. It requires a direct subject and one or more objects. Its present tense is “lay” (e.g., I lay the pencil on the table) and its past tense is “laid” (e.g.,Yesterday I laid the pencil on the table). “Lie” is an intransitive verb. It needs no object. Its present tense is “lie” (e.g., The Andes mountains lie between Chile and Argentina) and its past tense is “lay” (e.g., The man lay waiting for an ambulance). The most common mistake occurs when the writer uses the past tense of the transitive “lay” (e.g., I laid on the bed) when he/she actually means the intransitive past tense of “lie" (e.g., I lay on the bed).


Contrary to common misuse, “moot” doesn’t imply something is superfluous. It means a subject is disputable or open to discussion. e.g., The idea that commercial zoning should be allowed in the residential neighborhood was a moot point for the council.

Continual and Continuous

They’re similar, but there’s a difference. “Continual” means something that’s always occurring, with obvious lapses in time. “Continuous” means something continues without any stops or gaps in between. e.g., The continual music next door made it the worst night of studying ever. e.g., Her continuous talking prevented him from concentrating.

Envy and Jealousy

The word “envy” implies a longing for someone else’s good fortunes. “Jealousy” is far more nefarious. It’s a fear of rivalry, often present in sexual situations. “Envy” is when you covet your friend’s good looks. “Jealousy” is what happens when your significant other swoons over your good-looking friend.


“Nor” expresses a negative condition. It literally means “and not.” You’re obligated to use the “nor” form if your sentence expresses a negative and follows it with another negative condition. “Neither the men nor the women were drunk” is a correct sentence because “nor” expresses that the women held the same negative condition as the men. The old rule is that “nor” typically follows “neither,” and “or” follows “either.” However, if neither “either” nor “neither” is used in a sentence, you should use “nor” to express a second negative, as long as the second negative is a verb. If the second negative is a noun, adjective, or adverb, you would use “or,” because the initial negative transfers to all conditions. e.g., He won’t eat broccoli or asparagus. The negative condition expressing the first noun (broccoli) is also used for the second (asparagus).

May and Might

“May” implies a possibility. “Might” implies far more uncertainty. “You may get drunk if you have two shots in ten minutes” implies a real possibility of drunkenness. “You might get a ticket if you operate a tug boat while drunk” implies a possibility that is far more remote. Someone who says “I may have more wine” could mean he/she doesn’t want more wine right now, or that he/she “might” not want any at all. Given the speaker’s indecision on the matter, “might” would be correct.

Whether and If

Many writers seem to assume that “whether” is interchangeable with “if.“ It isn’t. “Whether” expresses a condition where there are two or more alternatives. “If” expresses a condition where there are no alternatives. e.g., I don’t know whether I’ll get drunk tonight. e.g., I can get drunk tonight if I have money for booze.

Fewer and Less

“Less” is reserved for hypothetical quantities. “Few” and “fewer” are for things you can quantify. e.g., The firm has fewer than ten employees. e.g., The firm is less successful now that we have only ten employees.

Farther and Further

The word “farther” implies a measurable distance. “Further” should be reserved for abstract lengths you can’t always measure. e.g., I threw the ball ten feet farther than Bill. e.g., The financial crisis caused further implications.

Since and Because

“Since” refers to time. “Because” refers to causation. e.g., Since I quit drinking I’ve married and had two children. e.g., Because I quit drinking I no longer wake up in my own vomit.

Disinterested and Uninterested

Contrary to popular usage, these words aren’t synonymous. A “disinterested” person is someone who’s impartial. For example, a hedge fund manager might take interest in a headline regarding the performance of a popular stock, even if he’s never invested in it. He’s “disinterested,” i.e., he doesn’t seek to gain financially from the transaction he’s witnessed. Judges and referees are supposed to be "disinterested.” If the sentence you’re using implies someone who couldn’t care less, chances are you’ll want to use “uninterested.”


Unless you’re frightened of them, you shouldn’t say you’re “anxious to see your friends.” You’re actually “eager,” or “excited.” To be “anxious” implies a looming fear, dread or anxiety. It doesn’t mean you’re looking forward to something.

Different Than and Different From

This is a tough one. Words like “rather” and “faster” are comparative adjectives, and are used to show comparison with the preposition “than,” (e.g., greater than, less than, faster than, rather than). The adjective “different” is used to draw distinction. So, when “different” is followed by a  preposition, it should be “from,” similar to “separate from,” “distinct from,” or “away from.” e.g., My living situation in New York was different from home. There are rare cases where “different than” is appropriate, if “than” operates as a conjunction. e.g.,Development is different in New York than in Los Angeles. When in doubt, use “different from.”

Bring and Take

In order to employ proper usage of “bring” or “take,” the writer must know whether the object is being moved toward or away from the subject. If it is toward, use “bring.” If it is away, use “take.” Your spouse may tell you to “take your clothes to the cleaners.” The owner of the dry cleaners would say “bring your clothes to the cleaners.”


It isn’t a word. “Impact” can be used as a noun (e.g., The impact of the crash was severe) or a transitive verb (e.g., The crash impacted my ability to walk or hold a job). “Impactful” is a made-up buzzword, colligated by the modern marketing industry in their endless attempts to decode the innumerable nuances of human behavior into a string of mindless metrics. Seriously, stop saying this.

Affect and Effect

Here’s a trick to help you remember: “Affect” is almost always a verb (e.g., Facebook affects people’s attention spans), and “effect” is almost always a noun (e.g., Facebook’s effects can also be positive). “Affect” means to influence or produce an impression — to cause hence, an effect. “Effect” is the thing produced by the affecting agent; it describes the result or outcome. There are some exceptions. “Effect” may be used as a transitive verb, which means to bring about or make happen. e.g., My new computer effected a much-needed transition from magazines to Web porn. There are similarly rare examples where “affect” can be a noun. e.g., His lack of affect made him seem like a shallow person.

Irony and Coincidence

Too many people claim something is the former when they actually mean the latter. For example, it’s not “ironic” that “Barbara moved from California to New York, where she ended up meeting and falling in love with a fellow Californian.” The fact that they’re both from California is a “coincidence.” “Irony” is the incongruity in a series of events between the expected results and the actual results. “Coincidence” is a series of events that appear planned when they’re actually accidental. So, it would be “ironic” if “Barbara moved from California to New York to escape California men, but the first man she ended up meeting and falling in love with was a fellow Californian.”


Undoubtedly the most common mistake I encounter. Contrary to almost ubiquitous misuse, to be “nauseous” doesn’t mean you’ve been sickened: it actually means you possess the ability to produce nausea in others. e.g., That week-old hot dog is nauseous. When you find yourself disgusted or made ill by a nauseating agent, you are actually “nauseated.” e.g., I was nauseated after falling into that dumpster behind the Planned Parenthood. Stop embarrassing yourself.

If you’re looking for a practical, quick guide to proper grammar, I suggest the tried-and-true classic The Elements of Style, by William Strunk, Jr. and E. B. White. A few of these examples are listed in the book, and there are plenty more. Good luck!

The Cultural Attaché mission/collection to teach Aurene about Tyria is so fun.
I gave her all the souvenirs but she seemed to like the Zephyr Sanctum model most. (❁´◡`❁) 

First Time || Peter Parker

this was inspired by JustKiddingFilm’s ‘your first time’ video. it was really interesting to watch and I just had to write something for Peter! I’ll get back to working on the requests that I’ve amassed so far a bit later, just let me indulge in this one quick story ♡♡♡♡♡

for this story, it’s set sometime in the future, where Peter and the reader are in college and are both around 21 years old. 

warnings: SMUT!!! There’s gonna be a lemon, and if you don’t like lemons then I don’t recommend that you read this !!

**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine!


When your best friend invited you and Peter to hang out with her and her boyfriend at Starbucks, you didn’t think that their conversation would go into such dangerous territory. 

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Meet The Parents

Requested but for the Nap Date series, find other parts Here!
Also send me your ideas for the series! 

They’ve been together for months now. About four is where they are guesstimating. 

She’s finally meeting his family today. She’s met Aaliyah briefly, but for the short second that she did speak to her she decided that Aaliyah liked her. 

She’s contemplating cancelling, not ready to meet them. But as she’s grabbing her phone, he’s knocking on the door. She walks to the door, and opens the door revealing him in his gray sweater and black jeans. 

“Hey babe, wow you look good.” He says looking her up and down. 

“What? No, I’m not supposed to look good. Shit.” She says going back to her room, looking through her closet hoping to find something to wear.

“Hey.” He follows after her, sensing her stress. “Hey, look at me.” He says, hand resting on her shoulder turning her to look at her. 

“I have to change Shawn.” She sighs slumping against him. 

“No you don’t, you look good.” He says nodding, making her look at him. 

“I can’t look good Shawn, your mom’s gonna think I’m a hor.” She says trying to push him away. He snorts a small laugh and shakes his head.

“She is not gonna think you’re a hor, nor are you a hor. You can look good, which you do, and still have my mothers approval. You are wearing a red sweater, which brings the gold flecks out in your eyes, and black jeans. It looks good, not slutty.” He says reassuring her. 

“You sure?” She asks looking into his eyes, trying to find his truthful answer.

“Yeah I’m sure, baby calm down. Their gonna love you.” He smiles, kissing her cheeks. 

“Okay.” She sighs, slumping against his chest, letting his embrace hold her up. 

“We have to go though.” He says looking at the clock.

“Yeah, we can’t be late.” She says perking up and grabbing her bag. He watches with a smirk, kind of loving how nervous she is. That just means that this is super important to her, and he’s loving that.

He takes her out to his jeep, opening the door for her like always. She fiddles with her seatbelt and he chuckles as her hands shake. 

“Stop laughing at me.” She whines.

“I’m sorry, it’s just cute.” He smiles closing her door. He can hear her from outside of the jeep. 

“This is not cute Shawn.” 

“Yes babe, it’s cute.” He says getting in the drivers seat. 

“Hold my hand please.” She says holding her hand out for him to take. He shakes his head at her and nods, taking her hand and interlocking their fingers.

“You need to calm down, you’re stressing out for no reason.” He mutters driving towards his old home.

“No reason?” She asks, voice going high. “Ha, yeah okay, meeting your parents for the first time that’s no big deal. Whatever Shawn, these people raised you and I don’t think I could handle it if they don’t like me.”

“They’ll like you.” He smiles at her.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you said it yourself, they raised me and I like you. So they are just bound to like you too.” 

“I don’t know.” She says looking out the window, chewing on her lip.

“Baby,” He says softly looking over at her. 

“What?” She asks, voice shaking. 

“You don’t need to worry, I promise even if, for some weird reason they don’t like you, I still will. They don’t get to make these decisions for me, and I know that I want to be with you. 


“Yeah, I promise.” He says, stroking her hand with his thumb. 

“Okay.” She nods, believing him. 

The rest of the drive is quiet, the music playing peacefully in the background. When he pulls into the driveway her anxiety acts up again, making her hand shake in his and her lip is back between her teeth.

“We’re okay.” He nods. She inhales sharply. 

She gets out, meeting him at the front of the car staring up at him. 

“Can you give me a hug? It relaxes me.” She says quietly. He doesn’t miss a beat, his arms wrap around her and his flesh against his chest taking in his smell. 

“I’ve got you baby.” He whispers in her ear.

“Thanks.” She whispers back. 

“You’re back!” A voice calls from the door. They pull apart and Aaliyah stands in the doorway. “’Bout time, mom said we couldn’t eat without you, I’m starving.” She says crossing her arms. 

“Good to see you too Liyah.” He mumbles, kissing Y/n’s temple.

“Hi Y/n.” Aaliyah waves.

“Hi Aaliyah.”

“Staying for dinner?”

“Yeah, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll get Shawn to share.”

“Good luck there, I’ve learned that he doesn’t share food.” Y/n giggles looking up at Shawn. He shakes his head. 

“Ganged up on already.” He grins.

“Had to have seen it coming.” Y/n pats his chest. 

“Come on, lets get inside. Don’t need you getting a cold.” He ushers her inside, walking behind Aaliyah. 

“Hold my hand?” Y/n whispers up to Shawn. He takes her hand and kisses her cheek. 

“Mum, Dad?” He calls out, closing the door behind him.

“Kitchen.” Manny calls out. 


“I think so.” 

“Y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.” Karen says walking to meet them in the hall. Y/n smiles at Karen, noticing that she has the same nose as Shawn. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you too.” She smiles going to shake Karen’s hand, but Karen goes straight for a hug. Shawn smiles and watches as Y/n and his mom hug in front of him. Manny appears from behind Karen.

“Stop hogging her, I want a hug too.” He says pulling Karen away. Y/n giggles hugging Manny.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Mendes.”

“Please call me Manny, Mr. Mendes makes me sound old.” He says hugging her. 

“You are not old, don’t even look like you could have a 19 year old.” She grins looking over at Shawn.

“Wow a sweet talker, she’s a keeper Shawn.” Manny says looking up at Shawn. 

“Trust me, I know.” Shawn smiles, making Y/n blush. 

“That was cheesy Shawn.” Aaliyah says dishing up her plate. 

“Liyah it is rude to dish up before we even make it to the table.”

“What? You said that I had to wait for Shawn to get home, he’s home can we eat now?”

“Are you hungry, I made roast.” 

“Roast?” Y/n asks getting excited.


“I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve heard so much about your roast. I’ve dreamed of trying it.” 

“Awe, well she gets to get dished up first.” Karen says glaring over at Aaliyah. 

“You fit right in.” He whispers into Y/n’s ear when they all walk to the dining room. 

They have dinner, Manny and Karen asking about school and her childhood. The conversation is going really well and she is fitting in like she’s a Mendes herself. 

“Shawn?” Karen says looking over at her son for the first time tonight.

“Hmm?” He hums taking a bite of his roast.

“Tell me about this relationship, we’ve gotten Y/n’s perspective. I want yours.” 

He nods and swallows his bite, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“What do you want to know?” He asks, squeezing Y/n’s hand under the table. This is where he become nervous.

“Where do you see this going?” She asks. Knowing Y/n’s answer; she’ll go with anything, she’s just loving where their at right now.

“If you’re asking if I see a future with her then yes, I do. Everything is different with her,” He looks over at Y/n, noticing that she’s watching him intently. “I want everything with her, and that’s where I’m at right now.” He nods, looking back at his mom. 

“Perfect answer.” She smiles.

The night goes on, joking and more getting to know each other. Y/n is really liking the feel of his family. She giggles as she watches Shawn and Aaliyah bicker back and forth over nothing. She’s watching from afar, wanting to see Shawn in his most content. But she notices Karen and Manny waving her over in the kitchen. She slips away without him noticing, meeting his parents. 

“Coffee?” Manny asks, holding a cup for her.

“Please.” She smiles.

“Don’t be nervous.” They say as she bites her lip again.

“Okay.” She nods.

“We just wanted to tell you, that we love you.” Karen smiles. She breathes a sigh of relief. “You are so good for him, since you guys met he’s been so different. So much better now that he’s with you. We hope you stay.”

“Me too.” She giggles, knowing that she will. 

“It’s no secret that he’s had other girlfriends.” Karen says leaning against the counter. Y/n nods, losing eye contact. “But we hated them, they changed him, but for the worse. He became moody and angry. But with you he’s happy. I’ve never seen him so happy.” 

Y/n smiles and looks back over at him, watching as he is being wrestled to the ground by his sister.

“He makes me really happy.” She smiles looking back at his parents.

“You love him don’t you.” Manny says quietly. She looks at him with wide eyes. 

How does she lie to his dad?

“Yeah, but please don’t tell him. I haven’t told him yet.”

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with us, although he might already know.” They both shrug. “He looks like he loves you too.” 

Nothing (Jungkook/Reader)


Genre: Angst

Words: 1,779

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: “W-what?” You stood there stunned, staring back at your boyfriend who couldn’t even looked at you in the eye. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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I cant take this anymore. Wonho is such a kind person, he cares a lot to everyone especially to monbebe. yes wonho took his shirt often and because of that he looks like a stripper but still wonho’s a human, he deserve nothing but love & respect. im so disappointed whenever ppl think of wonho / like him just because of his muscular body and facial features. wonho is a kind person, he’s so caring, like he’s the KINDEST, SWEETEST, SOFTEST, LOVABLE, MOST CARING GUY IN THE WORLD. wonho’s love for monbebe is overflowing. its too much and too pure, wonho is the most precious man in the world. i love him not because of his sexy body nor his good looking face, i loved him because of his kind attitude, sweet self, kindness. and wonho is the ONLY GUY that can make any girl safe, especially monbebes. ven tho he took his shirt off, even tho he is fucking naked, he’ll always be my soft cutie squishy bean i love him whole heartedly. When you are watching a vlive… You leave a nice comment. A simple message like “I love you” or “thank you for everything” would be nice. Please respect the boys. Make sure we are doing our best to spread love and positivity to your boys.LETS SPREAD THE HASHTAG #WonhoJustBeWhatYouLike You guys can dm them at their social media accounts or at fan cafe. Lets do everything to comfort our baby.

The Kinship Harvest


Day 1: Holiday AU

Hi guys! This is my contribution to CS AU week. 

We’re going to pretend the portal at the end of S3 never opened and Zelena was defeated without any interruptions. We’re also going to pretend Emma couldn’t go through with leaving for New York much to everyone’s relief. We’re also going to pretend that I can make up a believable holiday for the Enchanted forest lol.

It’s fluffy and stuff… i hope you enjoy it!

The Kinship Harvest

It was the first Emma had ever heard about an Enchanted forest holiday. Since she’d decided to stay in storybrooke, her parents had gone overboard with bringing a touch of home over to the land without magic to include her. They wanted both their children to experience everything they would have had back there and it was oddly touching if somewhat overbearing for her.

It had lead to David announcing to the whole of Granny’s diner one late August evening about celebrating the kinship harvest altogether.

“We’ve been through alot together, and we should celebrate together. We are all family now.”

It was probably the first time Emma realised just how royal her parents were when the diner erupted into cheers.

They had actually ruled over villages and protected masses of people. It was still quite a concept to grasp.

She’d of course chuckled when she’d spotted Killian’s raised eyebrow at her father’s hearty speech, knowing just what he was thinking… because she was probably thinking it too.

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a grand canyon in the corner of your bedroom

“I couldn’t wait,” he says, hesitantly, haltingly. “For it to be published. I couldn’t wait.”

Tina blinks.


Sublimely sensual Castiel headcanons continued (NSFW/adult/18+ readers only)…

  • Castiel loves it when you say his name. Like the angels at their daily roll call, Castiel gets an extra special thrill out of hearing his name uttered by you – especially when those three syllables are leaden with your overwhelming desire for him. Whether whispered seductively into his ear as you pepper feather-light kisses along the line of his prickly jaw, spoken in a silent prayer mingled with the most sinful thoughts to compel him to your side, sharply panted or softly whimpered, bodies knotted in the throes of love making, a gasping cry from your lips as he thrusts rhythmically into you, your voice never fails to ignite within him an intense surge of pleasure coursing through his angelic being. Hearing his name on your tongue is never more gratifying than when you pivot your hips to meet his final urgent stuttering thrusts, walls blissfully pulsing around him, breathlessly moaning Castiel over and over as he drives his twitching cock deep and floods you with his warm release.
  • Your praise makes Castiel very happy. Your admiration of his vessel’s bluest of blue eyes doesn’t make the angel blush – although you swear his divine grace shines through in their warm regard of you. Nor do your approval of his dashing good looks and perfect physique, also courtesy of Jimmy Novak, particularly delight him. Rather, it’s when you gush over his skill in combat and that certain brazen fight move he threw in there that his cheeks flush pink. He glances down, a small bashful smile tugging at his mouth, when you go on about the excitement you derive watching the deft way he brandishes his angel blade, flicking the weapon in his grasp and striking foes with it as an extension of himself. He can’t help but grin with contentment when you quiver beneath the tender affectionate ministrations of his grace, telling him just how good his unadulterated angelic caresses feel. Your adulation speaks to him most of all in these intimate moments, his celestial heart singing with pure joy, when you praise the unseen angel expertly wielding the vessel.
  • Castiel isn’t into public displays of affection. And for good reason. He can’t control himself around you. Your touch – the innocent brush of your fingers to the back of his hand, an affectionate nuzzle of his shoulder, the tender peck of a kiss to his lips, the gentle squeeze of his thigh in the backseat of the Impala – drives him wild with desire and distraction. It’s hard to work a case effectively when you’re desperately groping each other and chasing release in the backseat of the Impala while Sam and Dean are interviewing victim’s families. Or when you’re fucking in the nearest convenient alcove or alley while the brothers give actual chase to a monster. The angel prefers to unleash his affection as private demonstrations of adoration. Unhurried and uninhibited, one-on-one he leaves you with no doubts as to the boundlessness of his affection.
  • Castiel is kinky as fuck. The angel takes your physical relationship very seriously. He does his research when it comes to your pleasure. And thanks to Dean’s sage advice, he goes straight to the source in his never-ending quest for knowledge – adult bookstores. He never fails to surprise you with something new. He also never fails to make the proprietors of these establishments mildly uncomfortable with his highly specific and gravely serious lines of questioning. First he purchased books – the straightforward and illustrated 101 Exciting Positions to Try at Home, or the collected annals simply titled, Anal. Not to be outdone by your personal favorite, one which you begged the angel to commit to memory, the Idiot’s Guide to Oral. He has brought home an assortment of dildos, anal beads, a vibrating cock ring, nipple clamps, blindfolds, costumes, BDSM gear, hot wax, handcuffs, and a variety of arousal enhancing lubricants. Embracing the diverse range of human hedonism, the angel is eager and willing to try it all with you.
  • The power of Castiel’s love moves Heaven and Earth. Like, literally. This forbidden romantic rapture between angel and human has cosmic consequences. Or, to be more specific, seismic ones. Scientists are still scratching their heads trying to figure out the source of the uptick in tectonic tremors centered in Lebanon, Kansas, well north of the usual epicenter of geologic activity in the state. In fact, an entire special consortium of experts in the field is assembling to discuss and present their findings on the topic at a seismology convention later this year. These mini-earthquakes reverberate too to thunder against the proverbial pearly gates of Heaven. The angels guarding the doors have their suspicions as to the source and rumors abound. The age old idiom that one can move heaven and earth for love…yeah, it was created with Castiel’s corporal devotion to you in mind.

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If you can keep your head when all about you  
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,  
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master   
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
   And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,  
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,  
   Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
   If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
   With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,  
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,  
   And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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Qualities of an Attractive Personality

Someone with an attractive personality:

1. Is warm and friendly towards to others.

2. Is open and real

3. Knows their own strengths and weaknesses - and neither boasts nor puts themselves down.

4. Looks for the good in every situation, and is generally positive and optimistic.

5. Doesn’t gossip or pass on others’ secrets

6. Doesn’t gloat when things go wrong for others.

7. Is secure and has a healthy self–esteem; is not self-centred and narcissistic.

8. Is not highly critical or argumentative.

9. Is not possessive and jealous in relationships.

10. Makes time for the people they care about.