now get back up and keep going

anonymous asked:

i've been binging so much for the past few months and i've gained so much weight and i hate myself so much oh god at this point i either need to get my shit together or i'll kill myself i swear i can't live with myself any longer fuck

this is exactly how im feeling right now, as im shoving oreos into my fat fucking face. i keep gaining weight too. i was my lowest weight a few days ago and now i just keep gaining and i feel like shit. i’ve gotten dms from people going through this too. im 100000% every single person with ana who’s reached their ugw has gone through 34839054 binges and have gained a lot of weight and then gained control again and lost it all, and more. 

everyone goes through this. you are NOT alone. you’ll get through this. we’ll all get through this. we’ll catch ourselves from this horrible fall and get right back up and back on track. we’ll stop binging and we’ll keep losing weight. 

you’ll get through this, i promise <3

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New happy pancake pajamas. 🥞I love them. I bought them for the purple sheep, but the pancakes ended up my favorite. The cat can go hang so far, so sick of dodging pink. It can go in the back of the drawer as a spare. Toddler clothes shopping is so much harder, everything I reach for stops at 12 or 18. Maybe 24, but I should mostly be buying 2s now to get ahead. Toddler clothes suck. I keep looking and looking and nothing. I want cute pastel overalls and baby looking stuff god damnit. It’s like the well dried up. 👎

The Turkey Story

 So it’s 2001, and my family drives from fucking California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for thanksgiving, becuase my grandparents are moving into a nursing home and it’s their last holiday in that house.  So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.

Since it’s their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams dish because not all expressions of love are good, even if they are sincere.  In the spirit of going all-out, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey.  

Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy scout by tossing foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been addicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights.  He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for a spaicier mesquite-style bird, so Bobby makes a Cornish Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.

Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea.  He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen becuase why not?  He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so there’s  dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out.  It’s Genius.

Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff slouching after her.

So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids all being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America.  Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, I was near tears from this nonsense and ready to fight a man roughly five times my size.  

Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us we’re rotten children for ‘attacking’ him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of feces with an ugly mustache.

My sister eventually bolts upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip-Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinson’s slowly taking over him.

“Firstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or I’ll beat your skull in.  Also, dinner’s ready, everyone go wash up.”

We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional “Name one thing you’re thankful for” as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit.  Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase it’s really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and there’s an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool.

Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks-

“OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT!”

We all stare at Sue.  We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth. Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since she’d been trying to justify Cliff’s behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.

“IT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WE’VE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WE’RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, I’M SO SORRY JESUS-” She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like it’s a Victorian fainting couch only it’s a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler.

Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths “she’s not coming back”.   

Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, falls on his ass himself.  They are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle and it’s not working.

“I CAN’T EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM-”  Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he went to seminary school long enough to learn that before getting drafted but that’s another story) and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants.  She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.

“I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.  Can I make you some Eggs?”

“That would be lovely.” Said Sue, joke flying over her head like a boeing 747.  I recall watching my grandmother nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.

Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby “For marrying well, for a change”

“Pregnant Turkey” has been an Ohioan thanksgiving staple since then.  I’ll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek “OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT” when you carve it open, or it’s not authentic and won’t taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me.


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Aries: Taking the easy way out was never good for you. You’re better than this town and it’s demons. I hope you know that. I hope some day you manage to see past it all.


Taurus: It’s okay that you need to cling to memories. To keep all the love letters they wrote for you. Some people will never understand. But every time you see your picture, you see so much more then just another ghost.


Gemini: Stop picking open old wounds. There’s no infection left there. You just need to let it sit and heal. Let the memory fade back into darkness.


Cancer: You can’t smoke drink or fuck your disorder away. I know you want to. But hiding behind a cloud of smoke and long sleeved hoodies


Leo: Draw your arrows. Now is not the time to just lay down and die. Get up. Get up and learn to fight again. Know that you are worth fighting for in every way possible. That you are something amazing.


Virgo :Stop going back to the places that parts of you died at, just to torture your self. You can’t keep running the knife across your skin, then wonder why you’re bleeding. It’s time to recover.


Libra: Don’t be afraid of the person you see in the mirror. Being alone just gives you time to figure out who you are underneath all of the bullshit of everyone else. Learn that spending time alone doesn’t mean being lonely.


Scorpio:It’s okay to relax every once in awhile. You can not stay on vigil 24/7. Even the best soldier has to rest. It is time to rest. To ease yourself into calm.


Sagittarius: Everything heals. You won’t need them forever. It won’t hurt forever, just for right now. This kind of pain is temporary.


Capricorn: Shrug off all their assumptions. They don’t really know what you’ve gone through. You’re not whatever their saying about you. You’re so much more then all of their bullshit rumors and lies.


Aquarius: Do what is best for you. Even if it means leaving others behind. Sometimes you have to claw yourself up from the very bottom. Sometimes you can’t have other people there with you. But it will be okay. You will be okay.


Pisces: Stop trying to run from it all. You can’t deal with it if you can’t face it. Look up and acknowledge what happened. As terrifying as it all is.as shocking and heartbreaking as it was. You will get through it.

This weeks zodiac

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”

“Oh.”

This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.

“Oh.”

There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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huffingtonpost.com
Mayor of Hell, Michigan — in office for a few hours — outlaws heterosexuality
Elijah Daniel was impeached shortly after the anti-straight people decree.

There’s a town of about 70 people in Michigan – an incorporated community – called Hell. For $100, you can temporarily become the mayor. So comedian Elijah Daniel did just that, and he used his powers to ban heterosexuality.

Daniel based his ban almost verbatim on Donald Trump’s “extreme vetting” policy outlawing Muslims. And he really thought through the details:

His mayoral proclamation explains that when he was growing up, he was often told that homosexuals would go to hell. But “now the heterosexuals are trying to take that from us too,” Daniel wrote.

So, as mayor of Hell, he would establish “new vetting measures to keep radical heterosexuals out of our town.”

To make sure his words reached as many people as possible, he posted the ban on Twitter.

Lest he seem bigoted, Daniel offered local heterosexuals a chance to stay in Hell for a price: Fork over $84,000, which they would get back after one year of abstinence from straight sex.

“Reparative therapy” to find one’s gay side was also to be strongly encouraged. The alternative: being forced to wear a scarlet H and cargo shorts in the town square every morning for some public straight-shaming.

He was impeached shortly after enacting the policy, because every mayor of Hell gets impeached, but also because that’s what should happen when you try to ban an entire group of people from your community. And yet. 

you wanna talk about stress? you wanna talk about stress? i’ve just stumbled onto a major company conspiracy, mac. how’s that for stress? this company is being bled like a stuck pig, mac, and i got a paper trail to prove it. check this out. take a look at this. that right there is the mail, now, let’s talk about the mail. can we talk about the mail? please, mac? i’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay? pepe silvia. this name keeps coming up over and over again. every day, pepe’s mail is getting sent back to me. i look in the mail. this whole box is pepe silvia. so i say to myself, i gotta find this guy. i gotta go up to his office. i gotta put the guy’s mail in the guy’s god damn hands, otherwise he’s never gonna get it. it’s gonna keep coming back down here. so i go up to pepe’s office, and what. do. i. find. out? what do i find out? there is no pepe silvia. the man does not exist. so i decide, ohhh shit, buddy, i gotta dig a little deeper. there’s no pepe silvia? you gotta be kidding me? i got boxes full of pepe! all right, so i start marching my way down to carol in HR, and knock on her door and i say Caaaaaaaarol, Caaaaaaaarol, i gotta talk to you about pepe! and when i open the door, what do i find? there’s not a single goddamn desk in that office there is. no. carol. in. h. r. mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. this office is a goddamn ghost town.

Things Harry Styles Does In Bed (smut/ish)
  1. “Wakes you up with neck kisses while he murmurs “Wake up baby, c’mon baby, there you go” as his hands travel straight to your breasts and squeezes gently till you’re more awake
  2. Drags his fingers gently over your whole body until you’re completely covered in goose bumps 
  3. Absolutely loves how shy you get when his mouth gets filthy when you’re least expecting it. “Put the book down love, I wanna eat that sweet pussy for breakfast”. You’d go red. And he’d love it. 
  4. Will lie on his side next to you while you’re on your stomach watching Netflix, and his hands will randomly start massaging your thighs. “Harry” you’d warn. “Mmm” is all he’d mumble with a small smile. “I need to get through one episode of FRIENDS with out us having sex before the episode’s up, it’s 20 minutes” you would tell him. “That’s too long darling” he’d whine. “Think of how many times I could make you scream with 20 minutes” 
  5. “With me you always come twice, at least twice” 
  6. Was so gentle and loving the first time you slept together. Constantly asked if you were okay. Refused to fuck you until you came. 
  7. Was so completely on board with your praise kink. “Baby, you’re always so good for me. My good girl” 
  8. Spanks you whenever you do something he doesn’t like. Like the one time you smiled and laughed at that idiot’s joke at your office party, because the idiot was your boss. “Count them for me baby, 6 more left” he’d say soothing the sting before his hand would come down again.
  9. Would demand that you open your legs for him after he’s teased you all day long, knowing how wet you’d be for him. 
  10. “This? It belongs to me” he’d growl, stroking up and down your heat before plunging his fingers into you. 
  11. So. Much. Over-stimulation.
  12. Speaking of over stimulation, would just drag you back to your place when you’d move away, far too sensitive. You’d be whimpering and begging him to stop, but he’d keep on going. 
  13. “Now baby, since you were naughty and didn’t ask permission to come, you get two options. Shall I edge you till you beg me to let you come or make you come until you’re begging me to stop?”
  14. Pins your hands over your head when you’ve misbehaved, but he doesn’t have it in him to spank you or to deny you an orgasm. He knows how much you love to touch him during sex. 
  15.  “Don’t you dare hide your face, I wanna see you when you come” 
  16. Wouldn’t let you out of bed post sex. “Oh no, you’re staying right here baby” he’d growl playfully. “Harry” you’d giggle “I need to do things today”. “Yes. you need to do me, over and over again” 
  17. Cuddles because he was rough with you the night before. 
  18. He’s big on aftercare, let’s be serious, he’s a sweetheart. 
  19. Would kiss every inch of your body while you came down from however many orgasms he’d fucked into you that night. 
  20. “God, you ride me so good. So good f’me” he’d groan whenever you were on top
  21. Made you come 6 times in one night. The 6th was the best. He’d whipped out a curvy toy, astounding you, pushed the toy into your overly sensitive core and sucked on your clit until you were screaming. And that, was how you experienced your first ever squirt. 
  22. Worshiped you on the occasions where you surprised him in lingerie. “Get over here, your boyfriend’s got some work to do” 
  23. Would always be trying new positions with you. 
  24. The one time you faked an orgasm because you were both tipsy and you knew it wasn’t gonna happen, he got so upset until you told him he was the best you’d ever had. He made up for it. All. Damn. Night. 
  25. “Did I ever tell you I really, really like having sex with you?” 

I ranted about this in my guild discord but fuck it I’ll rant here too: the faction war is the most boring part of WoW. I am so tired of Horde vs Alliance. It’s bullshit. Literally no reason to keep fighting beyond some interpersonal issues between racial leaders. Every issue, and I mean EVERY issue, the horde and alliance have with each other can be EASILY solved without violence at this point.

The orcs are clear cutting Ashenvale. Night Elves can get lumber from trees without cutting them down using wisps. Fuckin trade something for it jesus christ. Everyone’s happy. There’s no reason to fight over it outside “orcs are assholes.”

In Ashran we are literally FUCKING SKINNING EACH OTHER. For what? Ohhh a titan artifact, I hear you say. Lemme ask you this: what the fuck does that thing even DO? Do you know? I sure as shit don’t know. No one fucking knows! But goddamn are we gonna commit some war crimes to get it.

Alliance sinks a goblin ship. “No witnesses”. WHY. WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN STUPID. 

Why would tauren hate draenei? Why would gnomes despise trolls? Cuz they’re on the other side, of course.

Every xpac blizzard has to come up with some bullshit reason to keep this war going and it drags the writing so far down because motivations are so muddled and convoluted it just doesn’t make sense. Look at Legion. What’s driving the conflict now? Alliance believes the horde got Varian killed because witnesses saw them pull back at the Broken Shore. But the horde didn’t get Varian killed, they were being overrun. They HAD to pull back. I know that. You know that. Alliance doesn’t know that. Why? BECAUSE SYLVANAS FOR SOME REASON WON’T JUST SAY “HEY YO HERE’S WHAT WENT DOWN REAL SORRY ABOUT THAT” That’s it that’s all she’s gotta do. That’s like one letter to Anduin. Boom. Broken Isles conflict over.

“But it’s World of WARcraft! Not World of PEACEcraft!” Goddammit shut the hell up I’ve got demons to kill I don’t need Axeshit Murderfucker, the Draenei Defenestrator to get on his soapbox and explain his beef with ME IN PARTICULAR while we’re both neck deep in demons. There’s enough shit to fight.

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BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!


The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

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Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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S5 Predictions:

-Lotor kind of gets a redemption arc

-Keith spends more time with the paladins because he has to keep his eyes on Lotor because he’s sure that motherfucker is up to something 

-They find out about clone!Shiro

-Lance starts piloting black, and they want Keith to come back to pilot red, and he agrees

-Matt finds the real Shiro somehow hallelujah 

-Klance shippers go fucking nuts because Lance has a talk™ with Keith about being a valuable member of the team and he wants him back

-Matt fights like a BAMF with dat staff 

-Keith lets down his walls with the paladins more

-They all look to Lance for leadership now

-Shiro (and Keith) backstory (i’m fucking CALLING IT they set that shit up with those stills in s4)

Sugar and Spice

Context: The players convinced an npc bandit to help them and he rolled well and managed to convince his boss to let him take the two dogs guarding the camp away so the players only had to fight the boss. Afterwards they find said bandit tied to a tree because the dogs got their leashes tangled around it.

Fighter ooc: Can I pick up the dogs?

DM: What about the stuff the bandits stole from the people that you’re carrying?

Fighter ooc: I’ll just leave it here, we’ll send someone back here later to get it.

DM: Okay, uh make a strength check then.

Fighter: Succeeds.

DM: Okay, you pick up both dogs, one under each arm.

Fighter ooc: Awesome! We have dogs now!

DM: Uh, what?

Fighter ooc: We’re keeping them.

DM: Do any of you even have animal handling?

Rogue ooc: You made us kill four dogs already, we’re keeping these ones!

Cleric ooc: We’re keep them.

Next session a week later

Fighter ooc: I’m going to go check on Sugar and Spice.

DM: Wha-who? Omg is that what you named the dogs?

Fighter ooc: Yup.

DM: I love it.

The Girlfriend

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter Parker goes on a mission to bring back the Winter Solider, but ends up getting beat up really badly. As he’s passing out he calls out for his girlfriend, asking Steve to call her. Everyone is surprised since they had no idea Peter was dating anyone. Fluff, teasing and a little revenge ensues :)
Not really a request…I found this post and was just so inspired!
Warnings: violence, mention of blood, swearing…and a little long. Sorry not sorry lol

It all started with that damn red notebook. 

“We should’ve destroyed it.” Steve said, barely able to look up from the table top.  
“You should’ve kept Bucky asleep in Wakanda.” Tony said roughly, spitting out Bucky’s name. He may have forgiven Steve for their fight during the Accords, but he was far from forgiving Bucky for killing his parents.
“We should’ve known it wouldn’t be safe with SHIELD. Those guys are always having their headquarters either broken into or blown up.” Sam shot back, trying to keep the peace but catering to everyone’s shared distaste for the spy organization.

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If Planets Could Talk to You About Life

Mars: Life is rough, but hey, you’ve got me to help you through it. Just keep going in my direction.

Venus: I agree with Mars, life is often rough, but I’m here to help you find the parts of it that aren’t so rough.

Mercury: Let’s take a look at life, observe what’s going on around us so we know what to do.

Moon: Life is scary, but as long as you keep me close it won’t feel so bad.

Sun: When life gets rough, you can always fall back on me. I’ll remind you why you’re alive.

Ceres: C’mon now, we need to take care of life so it’s not rough later.

Juno: Here’s a part of your life that you should let somebody else handle. It’s not something you need to do.

Jupiter: Life is an adventure, it’s up to you to find out how to explore it all.

Saturn: Yes, I know life has its limitations, but you never learn if you always do everything right the first time. Failure is what makes achievement worthwhile.

Uranus: Limitations are for squares, there’s something else you can do to get around them.

Neptune: Life in the real world might get scary, but there’s always another world you can go to for a bit if it becomes too much.

Pluto: No easy way to say this, life can get hard. Really hard. You have to get harder when it does.

Fever Pitch

Anonymous request: Bill and his co-star are doing a “simulated” sex scene, they get aroused, are covered by blankets and decide to do it for real. *So this is pretty long! But if you read until the end, you will not be disappointed! Hope you all enjoy!*

Warnings: s m u t, nsfw, swearing, etc. 

You cup a hand over your right ear in an attempt to hear the person on the other line better, but it’s of no real use. You’re going to have to leave this party to speak to him. “Hold on a second Bill, I can’t hear you.” You inform the man on the other end and snake your way through the mass of gyrating bodies to the outside patio. When you can confirm that you’re actually alone, you continue talking.

 “I need a ride back to my trailer.” You bring the end of a menthol cigarette to your mouth, inhaling deeply.

 The silence is punctuated by an all too audible sigh out of Bill. “It’s fucking 2:47 in the morning on the morning of our final scene together and you need a ride back to your trailer? Where are you?”

 You drop the butt of the cigarette to the concrete floor beneath you and stamp the heel of your buckled boot over it. “Got invited to a crew party about a half an hour outside of the city.” You wait patiently for the expletive that inevitably falls from his mouth.

 “Fuck Y/N,” Bill hisses. “I’ll see you in forty five minutes.”

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More Than This (Stiles Stilinski soulmate imagine)

Summary: a soulmate AU in which you can talk with your soulmate through a link in your minds. Based off the prompt ‘this is yours’.

Word count: 8.1k 

Warnings: just the odd curse here and there!

A/N: I rewrote this prompt three times and I’ve finally come out with something I like! The soulmate AU isn’t something I’ve tackled in this fandom and it’s always been a favourite of mine so I reckoned it was about time…I hope you enjoy it! :) Pls don’t let it flop.

For @fillthevoid-stilinski ‘s writing challenge!! <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

Age 16.

“Has it happened yet?”

Glaring at your best friend, you shook your head. “I don’t think it’s something that happens all of a sudden, Amber. Besides, he might not be sixteen yet,” you said, lips twitching as you watched her bounce up and down on your bed. It was the morning of your sixteenth birthday and she’d woken you up at the crack of dawn, demanding to know if it’d happened - if you’d got it.

“You never know,” she pointed out. “They could start speaking any second.”

Nodding hopefully, you layed back on your bed and closed your eyes. “I guess I just need to wait.”

Amber mirrored your actions, laying down beside you. “Tell me the moment you hear something.”

If I hear anything,” you clarified, nodding nevertheless. “Will do.”

For as long as the earth had turned, soulmates had existed. Although there were many connections one shared with their soulmate, there was one fundamental link that could never be turned off - a communication bond. Once sixteen, the tradition was to grow a mental connection with your soulmate in which it was possible to communicate with one another.

Of course, the universe couldn’t make it that easy for you. Your soulmate always had their voice muffled somehow so you never truly knew how they sounded. There were also pieces of information that couldn’t be passed along the link. If you tried to tell them where you lived or where they could find you, they’d hear nothing but blank noise.

To many, the mind link was only a curse. It could be torturous to be so close to your soulmate but have no real way of coming into contact with them, having to rely on fate to bring you together.

To you, however, it was exciting. You were practically bouncing off the walls! Most of the people around you had found their soulmates and never failed to tell you how incredible it’d been to hear their voice for the first time - you were ready to have a similar story. Despite knowing that your soulmate may not yet be sixteen, you were feeling incredibly optimistic that the link would open any minute.

“Y/N,” Amber whined, a few minutes later. “Have you got anything yet?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “No, I’ll let you know if I-”

“Hi? Anyone…um, there?”

“-oh my god!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, eyes wide. “That was a voice! A voice,” you repeated, pointing at your forehead. “Amber, there was a voice in my head.”

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Yuuri and his Decision Not to Retire in ep 12

So I was doing some thinking and realized that while I’ve talked to death about Victor’s career decision in episode 12, I’ve never really delved into the intricacies of Yuuri’s. He makes a career decision that’s just as important as Victor’s – to not retire.

This might sound odd since he’s never taken a break like Victor did but Yuuri had been planning all season to retire after the GPF. He feels his time in his career is limited, and we see him come back to this multiple times throughout the series. That itself spawned from the fact that even before Victor came, Yuuri had been considering the idea of retirement. Then, in episode 12, he made the choice not to retire but to continue skating. Why?

I’ve heard multiple people’s interpretations of the reason(s) for this decision and I’ve gotten a lot varied responses, so I figured I’d share mine! Let’s start from the beginning of the episode and work our way through!

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Back Alley Encounters

“Clock out everyone! I wanna go home!” As soon as the store manager activated the alarm, they all quickly filed out.

Everyone got into their cars and drove away for the night. Unfortunately you had to walk. Being a poor college student with a lousy part time job didn’t allow for luxuries such as a car. The dorms were still almost an hour walk away..

You sighed, heading down your usual route. The city wasn’t so bad at night, as long as you avoided the troubled neighborhoods.

Tonight was pretty humid too. You unbuttoned your sweaty shirt, hanging it over your shoulder. You weren’t exactly as toned as most guys you saw around school, but you weren’t boney either. A little bit of pudge here and there, but at a healthy weight.

What you were always teased about was your soft curves. You couldn’t help having a slightly more rounded rear end.. and consequently wider looking hips..

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you nearly tripped over something. You didn’t get a good look as it suddenly slithered away into the dark alley

“What the hell?!” You jumped back, squinting to get a better look. The street lights were too dim for you to see what it was. With a hesitant step forward you suddenly felt something latch itself around your ankle and yank!

Your head hit the concrete hard and your vision began to fade…

When you finally came to, it took a while for your vision to clear. An occasional car drove by in the distance, but no voices, or trains.. it was late.. you tried rubbing your eyes but your head wouldn’t stop pounding.

As soon as you moved to get up something tightened around your ankle. It was the same think that your tripped over! It was long, rubbery and slimy! You could feel it soaking into your shoe and sock.

“Listen! I don’t want any trouble! You can take my m-mphh!” Something shoved itself straight past your lips and deep down your throat. Your gagged, quickly reaching up to grab at it and yank it out, but it didn’t budge!

Your arms were pulled back and secured around the wrists. “Mmm! Mmpph!” You struggled trying to kick and pull at whatever it was that was restraining you.

Something warm trickled down your throat and soon enough it was gushing out in large amounts, filling your stomach. You felt the affects almost immediately as it seemed to spread inside. Your stomach gurgling as it rounded out a bit more, hips widening and your soft rear end filling in further.

You moaned, not realizing how aroused you were until your pants were suddenly too tight.

More love juices flowed into your stomach. “Uughnn..” your mouth was forced wide open to accommodate the slimy tentacle. You wanted to scream for help or anything but whatever it was feeding you felt so pleasant and warm.. addictive. And definitely arousing.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get worse than this, another tentacle crept it’s way up your belt line. Your pants were now straining against your tented arousal and your firm belly. In a quick swoop, they were down around your ankles, along with your underwear.

You tried kicking and thrashing, not liking where this was going. A few more dark slimy tentacles joined in, some pulling your shirt up enough to tease your hardened nipples.

Another wrapped around your engorged manhood, slowly pumping it.

Your back arched beautifully at the surprise stimulation. You wanted it to keep going but at the same time you wanted to just run! This was insane! It has to be some crazy nightmare!

Your paled when you felt a teasing nudge at your puckered entrance. No! Please no! No there! This was not how you wanted to lose your virginity!

It kept poking and swirling around, almost testing the waters before it just plunged right in!

“MMHHH!” You cried out, feeling the thick intrusion force its way inside. It was so big, stretching you way beyond what you could have ever imagined!

It stayed still inside you, not moving. You whimpered, tears in your eyes. What was it going to do to you? Would it rip you apart from the inside? Or fill you until you explode? So many possibilities went through your mind. You didn’t even notice that the pain was slowly starting to fade.

It was secreting a bit of a numbing fluid for the pain. Your stretched hole clenched and quivered, sucking the tentacle further inside. You saw white as it rubbed against your sweet spot. You needed it to do that again.. Right now.

As if on cue, that same spot was pushed against, over and over. You moaned, hips moving on their own, to meet with every thrust. Your head was too clouded with the aphrodisiacs filling your body. Every little touch brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

But then the thrusting stopped. A larger burst of liquids flooded your insides. Your stomach was even bigger now, so round and tight, looking almost 5 months pregnant!

The tentacle was still, but you felt something moving. Something stretched your opening even further, sliding down the safe passage the tentacle created. It settled into your stomach, feeling much heavier than the liquid. A few more came after it, and you realized what they were.. Eggs! You shook your head, trying to push down to force them out, vbut they just kept coming! Your stomach swelled as more and more eggs settled in your lower abdomen.

You definitely felt heavier as your kept growing and growing, your pecks now small perky breasts.

But somehow this was only turning you on! The feeling of fullness. The warm life inside you.. you cried out, bucking your hips as you climaxed over your monstrous belly.

Once all the eggs were deposited into the safety of their new incubator, the tentacles released you. All but the one still inside. You felt a strange sensation, almost as if it was opening up. It roughly thrust into your walls, spitting out a sticky substance. It spread more of it all along your canal until it was finally back out at your entrance once more. It sealed up your twitching hole, and finally left you peace.

As soon as you found the strength, you pushed your massive self up and ran. Or stumbled..

You were so heavy that even holding your stomach didn’t relieve the pain in your back. You couldn’t see your feet, you couldn’t see the ground past your pregnant belly! You just had to try getting as far away from that thing as possible! Go home and figure this out! If anyone saw you like this they might take you away and experiment on you!

It wasn’t long before you felt something lurch inside you. The incredibly strong urge to push hit you out of nowhere. You could feel the eggs slowly making their way back down to your lower intestines. They were all just piling lower and lower and you needed to get them out!

You hurried off behind a dumpster and squatted, spreading your legs as wide as you could. You pushed and pushed but nothing came out! “Aagh! Get out!” You cried. Why wasn’t anything coming out?!

You reached behind you, hoping that maybe spreading your opening a bit would help. But you were stopped when you felt something hard. It was kind of gooey but your fingers couldn’t push through. What did that thing do to you?! Is this why these things wouldn’t come out?!

You failed to notice the other presence lurking behind you and soon enough you were in the tentacles clutches again.

You groaned and cried as the contractions became more painful. You had to push! “Please! I need them out! Urrgh! It hurts!”

It just held you, spreading your legs wide and leaving you open and exposed. Why was it doing this?! Did it get pleasure out of torturing you?

A new sensation overwhelmed you. Something popped inside you! A small writhing mass wiggled against your walls, moving some eggs around as it traveled closer and closer to your entrance.

You felt more pops and more wriggling tentacles, all fighting to get out. Your stomach lurched as they poked and prodded, trying to find the exit.

“AAAGHH! PLEASE! GET THEM OUT!” Your back arched as the pressure continued to build. You didn’t understand how you could be hard right now! These things were trying to force their way out of your body!

It was then that the larger tentacle started massaging your entrance, or licking at it? You felt something dripping down your ass as suddenly your hole was free again!

But that didn’t ease the pain as the pressure that had built up was getting more intense. The babies squirmed and wiggled their way down your birth canal. Each one different than the last. Some small and some large, stretching your abused hole.

One by one they dropped onto the pavement and slithered away. Your belly slowly deflating as they all burrowed their way out.

By the time the last one dropped, you passed out. Some stayed and gathered around you. Others playing with your entrance almost affectionately. You were their mother, their incubator. You completed their final stage of birth…

You groaned, clutching your head as a powerful migraine took over. The sun was up and it was probably about mid-day. You remembered what happened late last night and scrambled up, expecting to have a pregnant stomach again but.. But you were okay. You looked a bit heavier that was for sure, but at least you looked normal.. you found your shirt and squeezed into it, searching for your pants as well but they wouldn’t fit past your ass!

You ran to the bus stop, hoping you had enough change leftover to get you back home. Whatever happened last night would go to the grave with you.. no one could know. Maybe you’d take a few weeks off from school, quit your dead end job and move back in with your parents for a while.. a flight wouldn’t be cheap, but you’d have to manage somehow.

What you didn’t know was that your babies had spread all throughout the city overnight. Waiting for their next victim to mate and impregnate.

What you didn’t know, was that inside of you, you carried a special egg. One that would hatch soon enough and continue the cycle.

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Hi! Okay so I love tentacles and eggs! And I saw this request and I wanted to try so here it is! I’m new to writing nsfw so hopefully you like it!

Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

  1. “That’s how the story goes.”
  2. “None of this is your fault.”
  3. “I know it hurts.”
  4. “Are you serious?”
  5. “You’re safe now.”
  6. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
  7. “I don’t understand.”
  8. “This isn’t what I wanted.”
  9. “My head hurts.”
  10. “I’m right here, okay?”
  11. “Wow, you look… amazing.”
  12. “Are you okay?”
  13. “Who did this?”
  14. “I made a mistake.”
  15. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”
  16. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  17. “This is going to hurt.”
  18. “That was kind of hot.”
  19. “Please don’t let me be alone.”
  20. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”
  21. “It’s never too late to get back up again.”
  22. “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”
  23. “I immediately regret this decision.”
  24. “I’m not okay.”
  25. “I’m scared.”
  26. “You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”
  27. “Please stay with me.”
  28. “Please help me.”
  29. “It’s okay to cry.”
  30. “Is that blood?”
  31. “Can I kiss you?”
  32. “You’re everything to me.”
  33. “I’d like to see you try.”
  34. “Are you testing me?”
  35. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
  36. “I’m lost without you.”
  37. “You have my word.”
  38. “I’m just tired.”
  39. “It just… hurts.”
  40. “Do you promise?”
  41. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”
  42. “Why are you shaking?”
  43. “I never meant to hurt you.”
  44. “Is that my shirt?”
  45. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  46. “Go back to sleep.”
  47. “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  48. “This is new.”
  49. “Take off your shirt.”
  50. “Be you. No one else can.”
  51. “I can’t breathe.”
  52. “Are you going to talk to me?”
  53. “I’m sorry.”
  54. “They’re gone.”
  55. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”
  56. “Would you just hold still?”
  57. “I miss the way things used to be.”
  58. “Am I dead?”
  59. “Look at me.”
  60. “Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”
  61. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
  62. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”
  63. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”
  64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”
  65. “When you smile, I fall apart.”
  66. “If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”
  67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
  68. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
  69. “I just really miss talking to you.”
  70. “I can’t do this on my own.”
  71. “I’ve got you.”
  72. “We’ll figure this out.”
  73. “Please don’t say goodbye.”
  74. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
  75. “You make me feel alive.”
  76. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
  77. “There is nothing wrong with you.”
  78. “I’m just looking out for you.”
  79. “Be careful.”
  80. “You owe me.”
  81. “Come with me.”
  82. “I trust you.”
  83. “I didn’t want you to see this.”
  84. “I’ve been praying for you.”
  85. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”
  86. “I’ll walk you home.”
  87. “Let me help.”
  88. “Come here.”
  89. “You’re holding back.”
  90. “Remember when we were little?”
  91. “We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”
  92. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
  93. “This isn’t who I am.”
  94. “I’m willing to wait for it.”
  95. “Are you ready for this?”
  96. “You can do this.”
  97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”
  98. “You were always gold to me.”
  99. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  100. “I’m fine with where I am now.”
  101. “We all want to be somebody.”
  102. “Promise me you’ll come back.”
  103. “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”
  104. “I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”
  105. “I believe in you.”