not that you can tell from the gifs

This is how Richard Feynman explained the first law of thermodynamics.

Imagine a child has 28 toy wooden blocks:

Each evening, his mum collects them up and puts them back in their box. But one day, she can only find 26. She looks around, and it turns out they’re just behind the bed.

Another day there are only 15, but she looks out the window and there are the rest, on the ground.

You can always find the blocks, just as you can always find the energy from a reaction somewhere. It can’t be simply destroyed.

One day the child says to his mother ‘No! You can’t look in the box!’

How can she tell how many blocks he’s put away?  She starts to weight the box each day, and over time learns to tell how many are inside, without even looking.

And this is how it works in science. Although you can’t always directly see the energy output from a reaction or process, you know that it can’t be destroyed or lost altogether, so you can infer where it is.

Watch the full animation and open our 2016 advent calendar all about thermodynamics!

Can we talk about Finn for a minute? I keep reading that Finn gets described as “flat” or “boring” by some in the Star Wars fandom. Obviously everyone’s entitled to their opinion. But I’ll tell you, from my perspective? He’s one of the most unique, charismatic Star Wars characters out there. 

1. Finn humanized stormtroopers. Made us experience panic and terror at the terrible choices they have to make. Stormtroopers, who were practically a joke in the other movies - white plastic statutes that existed just to get shot and clatter into a pile.

2. Finn’s flight with Poe Dameron is an explosion of emotion. That scene blew me away. Both of them had so much fun with it, and you can see Finn feel the real impact of having a name, rather than being a number. 

3. Finn is profoundly empathetic and protective. Hell, I swear he cares about BB8 when he has to describe the plane crash, and Poe’s “death”, to the droid. 

4. Finn shows tremendous range in this movie. Traumatized (stormtrooper battle), jocular (”you got a boyfriend?”), joyous (”that’s one hell of a pilot”), wistful (”Take care of yourself. Please.”), angry (ligthsaber battle), I could go on. I like Luke Skywalker as much as the next fan, but I think Finn shows more range in this one film than Luke did in all three. 

5. Finn’s story arc is powerful, subversive, and inspiring. Going from a number to a name. Finding a family after being taken from his home as a child. Turning his back on the First Order and then realizing he needs to go further, and embrace the cause of the Resistance.

6. Finn’s relationship with Rey. I’m gonna get choked up about this, so I’ll just say John Boyega is an amazing actor, and I loved every scene he had with Daisy Ridley. 

Anyway that’s my fangirling contribution. To me, Finn’s amazing. 

Gif courtesy of @kit-harington

One year! Post it Forward launched one year ago! You’ve been building a supportive community through your stories about mental illness—and mental wellness—for one whole year. Specifically: 8,500 individual stories in 8,500 posts. You used GIFs, poetry, prose, illustrations, videos, and so many other forms of art for people to look at and realize,  “Hey…I’m not alone.”

To mark the occasion, Post it Forward will post original PIF-themed art from our Creatrs all week long. Got your own story to tell? Tell it through your Tumblr and tag it #postitforward so everyone can find it. You’ll make someone out there realize that, hey, they’re not alone, either.

Here’s how Lala Vicencio (@lalavicencio) is Posting it Forward for Mental Health Awareness.

Happy anniversary, Tumblr.

Can we talk about this moment?
How Daryl’s loyalty is just screaming from this scene. The devotion to his group. He is willing to give his blood in order to save what’s left of his family. Remember, he just thought everyone was dead after prison. Seeing Rick, Michonne… just imagine.
Daryl just went full Christ mode, willing to sacrifice himself to redeem the sins of people he loved. 

These wings on his vest are not only for sheer aesthetic effect, I tell you. 

Daryl Dixon is a saint. An angel. He will go down, sacrificing himself for what he loves.

(Edit: thanks people for such enormous reactions on my post. Note that the gif is from @hypernovadust ;) Love ya, guys. Fight the dead!)

‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

8

1x06 / 1x11 // 4x02
a case of (failed) plans, arguing and development
for nadège @la-petite-fadette

[caption: eight gifs of bellamy and raven from the 100.
on the left two season one scenes. after their plan with the flares failed, raven pushes forward to yell at bellamy: “this is all because of you!” / bellamy yells back: “i helped you find the radio!” / after people have gone missing, raven tells bellamy: “we can’t just abandon our people. / show them you give a damn.”
on the right a season four scene. after their plan failed raven says to bellamy: “you’re not the only one who has to live with your call… / …as usual.” / bellamy replies: “well, go tell them. / go tell riley i should’ve left them to die.”]

I love love love this scene, but when I started thinking about it, I can’t help but feel like it shows so much about Sam

He runs a veteran therapy group

He knows loss and he knows pain and he knows war and sure no one knows quite what Bucky’s been through but this is as close as anyone normal can get

And sure when you think of veterans, when you think of people who have suffered and who have lost and been hurt so much, the world tells us that these people need extra special treatment, which can sometimes lead to them feeling further separated from the rest of society and make it harder for them to integrate back into the world

Bucky doesn’t want to be singled out or made to feel different or ostracised because he suffered

He wants to feel normal and he doesn’t want to feel as though everyone is treating him as a special exception and gives him everything he wants without having to do anything in return

And Sam knows this and he understands it and respects it

So when Bucky asks for something menial, Sam says no because it’s giving him the sign that he’s still normal. And that yes he went through hell but that doesn’t make him any better or worse than anyone else

Sam lets Bucky know that he doesn’t think he’s made of glass or that having been broken in the past means he’s fragile now

Sam tells Bucky no because dammit Bucky’s been managing by himself for a goddamn year now and obviously he’s been doing okay and he’s managed to bring himself back all by himself so why the fuck shouldn’t anyone treat him like they would anyone else, like any other human being

KIAN LAWLEY X READER

Jealous

anon request:  can you do a Kian lawley imagine where you guys are dating and your a youtuber and you do the yoga challenge with someone like Trevor or some other youtuber and Kian, JC, and Ricky are watching you guys and you guys get really close and Kian gets jealous but then you tell him that he’s the only one that gets to kiss you and it’s really fluffy THANK YOU !!!

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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“Owowowow,” you strained as Trevor adjusted your leg on his shoulder.

“I CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR BOOBS,” Trevor yelled from above you.

“We can do it,” you assured him, turning to check your position in the viewfinder.

Ricky snorted from the couch, and pulled out his phone. “(Y/N), stretch your arm out further,” he said, recording you.

You did as Ricky said, pleased to see that you were successful in recreating the yoga pose, but not for long. You began to shake violently under Trevor’s weight.

“I swear, if you even think of dropping me-” Trevor began.

You shook beneath him, your leg slipping, causing you to roll sideways, with Trevor collapsing on top of you. His hands flew out, grasping your hips as you toppled downwards in a fit of laughter.

“Ha ha,” Kian said sarcastically, “You can let go of her now.”

“Okay man,” Trevor laughed, offering you a hand back up.

You hopped back in place, “Okay, last one,” you panted in exhaustion.

JC stared at the computer screen, a smirk spreading across his smug face, “This one.”

“JC!” you groaned, looking at the extremely complicated position he’d chosen out.

“We got this!” Trevor laughed, bouncing up happily on his heels.

Kian glared at the screen, his arms folded over his chest, “I can find you a better one,” he offered grimly.

You sighed and shook your head with a laugh, “We got this,” you said, giving Trevor a big high five.

The pose required one person to lie on their back with their legs in the air as someone else climbed up over their legs, suspended in the air as they would rest their head on the first person’t feet, and their legs held up by them, too.

“Bottom,” called Trevor.

“Thanks for giving me the complicated part,” you grumbled under your breath.

Trevor slid into place, raising his feet up, “Get on me,” he smirked.

You snorted and slapped his foot, “Shut up.”

You hoisted yourself onto Trevor’s feet, and his hands came to your sides as he helped you up. He squeezed your sides causing you to writhe in frustration, “I’m ticklish!” you snapped.

“I know,” he smiled and slid his hands down to help push you up.

Kian glared daggers at Trevor, “Hey pal, wanna get your hands off my girlfriend’s ass?”

“His hands aren’t-” you started. “Never mind,” you corrected yourself.

JC tilted his head to get a better angle, “We should do this challenge together, (Y/N),” he grinned.

Kian gave JC a shove with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry,” Trevor yawned lazily, fixing you into the right spot over him.

“Bit more,” you said.

You arched your back, Trevor taking your feet in his hands, his eyes blinking up at you.

“Have we done it!?” you exclaimed.

“Wooo,” Ricky hollered, “You bet!”

“Really? I think we should stay like this a second longer to make sure we’re doing it right,” Trevor teased.

“Let me down now,” you giggled.

“Oookay,” Trevor said, letting you fall from the air suddenly.

You yelped out, crumpling onto Trevor’s chest in a heap.

His hands shot up, catching you at the last second and holding you to his front.

“Jerk” you laughed and nudged him with your foot.

Trevor rolled across the floor so that he had you pinned beneath him.

“Please like this video,” you gasped for air, “And subscribe if you want Trevor to GET OFF ME!” you writhed.

“Okay, video over, good job,” Kian said, shutting off the camera.

“Buzzkill,” Trevor raised his eyebrow’s at Kian.

“How bout’ you let me go?” you panted.

“But tickling you is more fun,” Trevor complained, his hands pinching your sides.

You burst out into uncontrollable giggles, your head turning this way and that as you begged Trevor to let you go.

Without warning the pressure on your belly was gone, and you sat bolt upright in confusion. Trevor lay sprawled on the floor, and Kian stood above you, his hand extended.

“My hero,” you smiled and accepted his hand.

Kian smiled weakly, pulling you up from the ground and into his chest. You knocked his front, your head sliding over his shoulder, his own two arms slinking around your waist.

“Mm,” you cooed into his chest, startled by the affection.

JC whispered something at Ricky, who laughed and nodded.

“What?” Kian snapped at them.

“Is someone a bit of a jealous boyfriend?” JC challenged him.

Kian grimaced, releasing you and spinning towards JC, his nostrils flared.

“Come at me,” JC laughed, standing.

Kian made a move to shove JC, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Kian, calm down,” you hissed.

Kian brought his brown eyes back down to yours, his body relaxing a bit. He sighed and shook his head sadly, before simply walking right out the room.

You pouted at a pleased looking JC, “Thanks alot.”

You followed Kian into his bedroom, where he sat perched on the edge of his bed.

“Hey,” you tried.

Kian ran his long fingers through his dark hair, his smile forced, “Hey.”

You sighed and gently shut the door behind you, sinking onto the floor on your knees before Kian.

He kept his eyes glued to his lap, so you bent forward and pecked his rosy lips gingerly to get his attention.

“Talk to me,” you whispered softly, placing a hand in his lap.

Kian’s lips twitched as he entwined his fingers in yours, his gaze holding yours.

“Don’t think badly of me,” he spoke nervously.

“Never would think of it,” you smiled and squeezed Kian’s hand lightly.

“I’m..I don’t know,” he paused, “I don’t like seeing you so close to other guys.”

You raised an eyebrow with a small laugh, “Really?”

Kian blushed furiously, “I don’t want to be the jealous boyfriend.”

“Are you?” you asked.

Kian coughed nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I am.”

“Kian,” you giggled, pulling him close to your face, “Look at me.”

His eyes sad, he opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Babe,” you smiled, “it’s okay to be jealous. But you have to know that I will never think of anyone the way I think of you. You, Kian Lawley, are mine, and only mine.”

Kian’s cheeks warmed under your cold fingertips.

“These lips,” you said, tracing your fingers gently around his mouth, “Mine.”

“Those eyes,” you smiled warmly, “Mine.”

“Every little thing about you, the good, and the bad, are mine,” you breathed.

Kian’s familiar smile crept up on his lips, “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole wide world, so I guess I’m just scared someone else will see what I see in you.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Doesn’t matter, that won’t change the fact that I only want to be with you.”

Kian chuckled, swinging his head down and back up, his eyes glowing again.

“Wanna show me I’m yours?” he smirked cheekily.

“There’s my boyfriend,” you grinned, bending into his lips. You lifted yourself from your crouched position, Kian’s arms coming around your waist and pulling you up gently into his lap. You wrapped your legs around Kian’s waist, perched in his lap as your lips collided. You slid your arm’s around his neck, smiling into the feeling of his lips on yours, your fingers weaving through Kian’s hair. Kian pressed himself into you, his lips curving happily as they brushed against yours.

You pulled back, your eyes closed, but smiling wide.

Before you could open your eyes, Kian’s hands came to the small of your back, forcing you to bend back into him. He dropped a kiss on your lips, nose, forehead, and any skin he could reach. Your skin grew bright from the warmth of his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, meeting Kian’s round and unblinking one’s. 

“I liked that,” you said, your eyes flickering across Kian’s face.

Kian did his adorable little lip bite that melted your heart into a puddle. 

“Then why stop?” he murmured.

Edmund Pevensie | headcanon #1: Ed’s torch

Since he’s so awkward around girls, he’s often picked on by Peter who tells him one morning at the train station, after Ed was yet again oblivious to a girl’s clear flirting attempts:

“I can see it coming, Ed, one day you’re going to marry your torch.”

Of course, Confused!Edmund glares and Susan and Lucy burst into uncontrollable giggling.

From this day forth, his siblings referred to his torch as his “wife”:

“Hey Ed, can I borrow your wife? The light in my room went out.”

“Here, Ed, you can’t leave the house without your wife!”

“Ed, I was wondering what to get you for Christmas. Is your wife still functioning or do you need a new one?”

Dating Dean Winchester would Include…


-meeting each other by accident when you, a retired hunter and cop, arrested him for trespassing

-him flirting with you the whole time and you pretending not to like it

-him getting super jealous all the time cause in his mind you’re way too good for him

-really he gets jealous of anyone that so much as looks at you

-he once threatened a guy for complimenting the band on your shirt

-helping each other during hunts

-*casually discussing dinner plans while decapitating a vamp*

-him telling you the cheesiest pick up lines even even after you started dating

-”hey baby, if I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?”

-”Dean we are in the middle of sex.”

-Sam loving you because you make his brother so happy

-Sam having many mental scars from walking in on you two because Dean likes to do it around the bunker

-staying up late with Dean just talking or cuddling when he can’t sleep

-you always wanting to cuddle with him

-he acts like he doesn’t like it but secretly he probs loves it more than you do

-him not knowing what he did to deserve you

-tag team hustlers

-you distract the guy while dean takes the money

-him being completely and utterly in love with you

-like seriously he didn’t know he could feel that much until you came around

-you loving him back just as much

-you and Sam bonding over embarrassing stories of dean’s childhood.

-”He used to dress up as batman everyday.”

-”Shut up Sam!”

-having little fights about dumb things that neither of you really care about

-make up sex afterwards

-having huge fights which include screaming and throwing things, and one of you ends up storming out

-the other waiting up until they get back

-intense make up sex afterwards

-him being the best guy you’ve ever been with, in all aspects (wink wink)

-him cooking breakfast for you since he almost always wakes up first

-him laying in bed watching you because you’re just so beautiful

-he get turned on by like everything that you do

-bite your lip, turned on, bend over turned on, looking his direction, turned on

-you trying your best to help him with the mark of Cain

-your whole world falling down around you when you hear that he’s dead

-nearly sobbing the whole time when he comes back as a demon and tried to kill you and Sam

-Demon Dean coming on to you and trying to convince you to come with him but you refuse, knowing he’s not your Dean

-when it’s all over, he hates himself for hurting you but you reassure him it wasn’t his fault and you still love him

-make up sex afterwards

-just being the ultimate power couple

Teasing Eric Part 2 (Part 1)

Pairing: Reader x Eric

Warning: Smut

Words: 707

A/N: This is my first smut, I hope it’s not too bad.

“What do you think you’re doing?”.

You twirl around just to see Eric standing in the middle of the bathroom, arms crossed and angrily staring at you. You grab a sponge that is hanging from the showerhead and try to hide everything possible, pushing yourself into the corner of the shower.

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Imagine Peter watching you train and seeing your power for the first time…

“Wow!” Is all Peter can manage by the time you look over at him.

You try and fail to stop yourself from blushing. “It’s really not that cool…”

“Y/N, that shit’s literally wack. You’re awesome!” Peter tells you honestly with a grin.

Imagine Chris thanking you in his speech.

A/N: Hi hi, I’m back from my hiatus. I didn’t really plan for a hiatus, I’ve just been busy with work and suffering from a bit of a writer’s block. (You can tell I’m still suffering a little because this one’s kind of a mess) Anyhoo, this is a request from @shadowprincess0218. Hope you enjoy it. X

“Oh God,” Chris mumbled under his breath when Jennifer Lawrence finished her speech. You glanced over at your husband, whose hand was now adjusting his tie as a nervous tick. “My category is next,” he said to himself then swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You’re going to be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his knee and giving it an assuring squeeze under the table. “Stop fiddling, you’re going to mess up your tie.” You told him but his hand remained on his tie, adjusting and readjusting.

“Why aren’t you nervous?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before focusing his attention back on his perfectly fine tie. “It’s your screenplay I directed, it’s your work on the line too.” He reminded you and you chuckled. “Martin Scorsese won best director for your last screenplay, what if I don’t win one for this one?”

“You will because you’re an amazing director, you wouldn’t have gotten a nomination if you weren’t. Stop, Chris.” You chuckled softly and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away from the tie that he would not stop adjusting. “No matter how many times you adjust that tie, you’re still going to be nervous. Just-” You slipped your cool, dry hand into his clammy one. “Hold my hand and breathe.”

“But my hand is all clammy.” He told you as he tried to pull his hand from yours, only to have you tighten your grip by entwining your fingers with his. “Right,” he chuckled softly, “you don’t care about that. Thank you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you smiled.

“Let’s move on to our next category, best director.” Your dear friend and husband’s co-star, Robert Downey Jr.- the host of the 89th annual Academy Awards- started. You glanced at Chris when you felt him tense in his seat next to you. “Please put your hands together for Scarlett Johansson and Jeremy Renner, two people I’m proud to call my friends, to present the next award.”

The crowd erupted into an applause as Scarlett and Jeremy walked out, they hugged Robert before stepping in front of the podium with the golden envelope that had the information that could make or break yours and Chris’ heart. You weren’t all that concerned about your screenplay getting best director, you were more concerned about your husband getting it because he was an amazing director who deserved all the recognition in the world. Now it was your turn to fiddle; your hand reached for your clover necklace which you wore whenever you felt you needed the luck, and you definitely needed it now. You knew your husband was very talented but talent wasn’t always what got you an Oscar; Leonardo DiCaprio had incredible talent but he only had one Oscar, you could only hope Chris wasn’t as unlucky as Leo.

“And the nominees for best director are…”

You lost focus on Scarlett’s voice when you heard Chris mutter, “I feel sick.” You turned to him and chuckled softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I know it’s nerves but- I genuinely feel like I’m going to throw up. Can you do something to distract me?”

“I could kiss you but I’m afraid you’ll throw up in my mouth,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just keep your eyes on me, focus on my touch, and match my breaths.” You instructed and he followed. “How did you manage award shows before me, Christopher Evans?” You teased him and he chuckled again.

“With great difficulty.”

“And the best director award goes to…” You and Chris turned to the stage as Scarlett opened the envelope. Both her and Jeremy’s smile reached their eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat. Could it be? Was Chris’ name inside the envelope? “Chris Evans!”

Applause and cheers broke out around the two of you. You knew what had just happened but Chris was still in a daze, only realizing it was his name that was called when you pulled your hand away to give him the standing ovation he deserved. He rose to his feet and hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek and whispering an “I love you” in your ear before making his way to the stage.

“Good job, Dorito.” Robert patted him on the back as he walked past.

“Congratulations, Chris,” Scarlett passed him the Oscar then hugged him tightly.

“You deserve it, man.” Jeremy smiled and shook his hand before leaving him to his speech.

The crowd settled and you sat back down as Chris took the podium, he looked at his award then looked out into the crowd at you with a wide smile. You felt tears well in your eyes out of pure adoration and joy for your husband; he was finally getting recognized for something other than his good looks. He was very handsome- there was no doubt about it- but he was so much more than that which was why he enjoyed directing; directing got people talking about his talent rather than his physical appearance.

“Wow,” Chris began speaking and the crowd fell silent. “This is incredibly surreal. I always thought that I’d only ever be up here to present an award, never in a million years did I think I’d get a nomination- let alone a win. I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity so thank you to the Academy.” The crowd clapped. “And now for the more personal thank yous. To my mom and dad, for giving me the chance to pursue my passion. To Anne, my agent, who got me the jobs that brought me here. And of course, to my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has only made my already wonderful life better with each passing day.”

You smiled and wiped away a tear that fell unknowingly.

“Without you, sweetheart, my life and all of this would be meaningless.” He told you and your smile widened. “You give me all the support and love I need to get through each day and- I just- I wouldn’t be here without you.” He glanced at his Oscar then chuckled, “like literally because she is the reason I had a movie to direct in the first place. Without your talent, I wouldn’t be able to apply mine and I wouldn’t have this Oscar so- from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for being so talented, thank you for trusting me with your work, and thank you for being the light in my life. I love you, Y/N.” He said and smiled when you mouthed the same three words back.

The music started playing which gave Chris his cue to make his exit and return to your side. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” Robert teased as Chris disappeared back stage with Scarlett and Jeremy. “You should see them when we have them over for dinner, with their heart eyes and their hands all over each other.” You shook your head at Robert, biting back your smile. “Congratulations Chris, and Y/N. Your screenplay got him best director, let’s see if it gets you best screenplay,” he reminded you of your nomination and you suddenly felt the same nerves Chris did earlier. “Let’s move on to the next category, shall we?”

Your nerves disappeared and you redirected your attention when Chris returned; he wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around him. “I told you you’d win,” you whispered as you pulled away. “I didn’t marry you for your good looks, you know.” You teased him and he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you ever so tenderly on the lips.

“I know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “you married me for my Oscar.”

“Like I need yours when I have three at home,” you poked his side and he laughed.

Ok so this year really sucked something fierce. There’s no denying that fact. But ya know it did have its good moments for me and a lot of it had to do with you guys. I’ve made a lot of new friends this year and I’ve started opening up more and talking to more people (even though I’m hella late with replying rip) and that’s really great for me. And there are a few people I really enjoyed talking to that I sorta lost touch with that I’d like to speak with again. I’ve also been branching out with what I watch/listen to and trying to open my mind to new things. I believe it’s really helping me grow to become a better and more accepting version of myself.

Somehow I’m a little under 200 away from 4k and honestly I can’t believe you guys decided to follow and stick with me so long. I can’t tell you thank you enough. I still struggle a lot with editing and whatnot, but I really enjoy it and you guys motivate me to continue to try to improve.

Anyways, none of you want to continue to read mushy shit, so without further ado… here’s my follow forever for the end of 2016~

The Squad™: @gladiolvs, @noctrules, @tetsuyanomura, @tinyienzo

#-E
@2uncute, @3wayfinders, @adawong@aeroas, @aestrels, @ambalambs@angelnamine@aquafells, @bayonettaton, @bhujerbaa@bur-omisace, @cactuarqueen@caerberus, @castleoblivions@cloudstrifes@confoundment@criticaldrive, @daisyridleys@darragons@datamarluxia@dataroxas, @denofwoe, @divecrest, @end-fox@entwinedmemories, @ephemoria@ephemra, @eraqus@exploringcastleoblivion

F-J
@finalaeon, @finalmix, @flurry-of-dancing-buttcheeks, @gatorbiscuits, @genshiana, @glaived@gongagavillages@greekeycoo@gummiblock@heartdrives, @holowbastion@hopeishome​, @houkainumuta, @huntressmaria@ioloi, @its-spelled-lea

K-O
@k0ushis, @keybaes@keybladeheroes, @khaxel, @kingsglaivus@kith-kanan, @larxenereplica, @limitxbreaks@limitforms, @linmanuels@lixana@lunafraya, @lunafreja@macalanias, @magistera, @marluxiaredux@mcxigbars, @mickeyblades@mrbenvey@mrsgrumpygills, @mysterious-figure@naminegg@noctis@nokuto, @noxs@ogir-yensa@oikawos

P-T
@paopuhater, @pinnaclerocks@princess-aceee, @promptis@prompto, @quakening, @queenenix@r-osalinas, @radiantgarden, @radsity@richard-of-windoor, @rionisu, @rutherforrd@seasaltandcastles@seifers, @setsunae@setzer, @sephhiroth@sheikah, @shiverpeaks@shuyiin@silence-traitor, @sleepysylveon​, @spiritqueenie@starrshard, @stormsworder@swallotail, @sylphystiaa@t-subakii@terranatior@thingsinlifeyoujustdo, @thunder-plains@tiduspoo, @tinyshoopuf, @tiredjoel, @toonslink@tuesti@twinkmelchior

U-Z
@vaniccio, @vanikey, @velasereia@venturius, @wayfinderventus, @welqaia@witchguardian, @woodlandcrowns, @xercis@zacksoldiers​, @zelos-wilders

+blogroll I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone!! Also, earlier this year I know for a fact that tumblr unfollowed at least one person that I really like, so who knows if it made me unfollow any more.