off focus but i still like it

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I’ve actually had this rolling around in my head for weeks and it was funny when I first thought of it. Sometimes I am self-conscious of my dumb ideas.  

Loose thoughts by Jayalvarrez

I’m usually pretty closed off to sharing any thoughts or feelings but whatever, fuck it maybe I can make someone feel something, these are just thoughts and feelings of MY opinions that I pulled from my list of notes scribbled down in different moments.. I’ve always said it before I barely show 5% of who I really am on social media.. Thank you to everyone who supports me.. I couldn’t live my life like this without you.

Confidence

Confidence is natural, arrogance is forced.

Never think your to smart that you can’t still be the student, wisest people die still learning and improving.

Focus on your own ideas and directions, don’t let others & your mentors tell you everything and influence everything because even the most helping hand has biased ideas and thoughts

Trust your past self on ideas and thoughts it’s the same person you got you to where you are in this moment

You have to believe yourself and convenice your self to feel powerful about what you say, hearing your own voice has a certain ring to it like no one else’s.

Use yourself for everything you are, you truly are amazing and unqiue be loud about it but be humble & do with love.
You are undefinable, You have no single label or group you belong to.. and your mind isn’t even slightly opened yet.

Being honest with yourself saves you in the long run always.

Never be insecure of your creativity.

Don’t live a life based only around how you look, Spending time on your mind and soul is everything..
Determining your self worth off your looks will leave you empty & with short burst of satisfaction.

Remember where you started from and where you are going, You use to dream of the things you have now.. even though this life style becomes casual never forget what got you to this exact moment.


Girls & Sex

My brain is built more like a female than a males, It’s giving me an emotional reach to deeply understand and open up to any feelings or thoughts of any human being. Being soft & loving is being strong.

If she doesn’t want it as much as or more then me I have no interest, sex is mental and eye contact can give you more then anything, giving love is more then expecting all the other persons attention and actions , unless it’s feeding the soul, passionate with a twisted mind it’s a waste of time.. treat every touch on her body like it’s art. 15 second feelings are nice but a feeling in your mind for hours after is even better.


Gorgeous girls and body’s are easy, gorgeous minds and souls are hard. A girl with a beautiful body doesn’t always make for a beautiful girl.

Remember there’s always far better things ahead then anything left behind.

Being sweet & loving to girls will never not be cool, but regardless of gender actions get reactions.

Energy is EVERYTHING.

Never worry about a good looking guy stealing your girl you better worry about that guy who emotionally gets your girl more & makes your girl laugh more 😉.

Getting under a girls skin with just my eyes and words as a connection makes it taste so much better (literally) than relying on physical looks or surface substance to entertain my mind.

I think few people are really built for relationships, I think technology will save us all.

It doesn’t matter how it looks and feels to anyone else it’s how it looks and feels to us.

Don’t let chasing pussy control your life or distract your big plan.

Being physically beautiful is nice but let it be nothing more then the gates to the soul.


Human Relations

i’ve got more personalities then the people i’ve met all together in my entire life combined, I don’t expect people to understand me, more likely expect them to judge me then to ever care to think past clueless first thoughts.

Take everyone with a grain of salt and a open mind, people don’t come with directions.

Peoples opinion of you is their truth, it’s not necessarily your truth or could be even close with to right at all.

The way you talk about the people you hate is a transparency of your own self esteem.

Don’t worry about trusting people, just don’t trust their emotions. Most people can’t understand them self how could they truly trust and understand you, & that’s fine.

Study psychology and history it will give you understanding and every answer you need, the world evolves but human emotions never will, people really aren’t that complex at base.

Don’t fight back into negativity and childishness insecurity, it only makes things worst.

If you want to hurt someone do it mentally, actions are short lived.

If you constantly blame other people for your problems take a look in your own soul.

make peace with your past so it doesn’t ruin your future

Standing up for someone who can’t stand up for them self is the coolest thing you can ever do.

To truly love someone is accepting someone for every thing they come as.

World & thoughts


Language is a forum of communication not always a measure of intelligence, At times I’ve had deeper conversations with just my eyes and touch then I have with words. You could be the most understanding person on the verbal side, but without a emotional understanding you may never be able to communicate with some people.

You don’t need to be any skin tone or ethnicity to practice and enjoy any cultural feelings, every human on this planet bleeds the same blood chances are you ain’t that special.

your not meant to be accepted or fit in, if you were you’d probably not of left that old life.

You can’t blame any one person or culture for anything, this planet is more diverse then you could ever process, Don’t get mad at a person for believing or acting a certain way even if it seems wrong or foolish in your eyes.

Being a good person won’t always benefit you, but there’s some emotional satisfaction in helping others.

You can’t fight science wether you like it or not, it holds the answers to all your fears and to all your questions, It’s a depressing beautiful thing.

Just because the Mass of people believe something is right or wrong doesn’t mean it’s either right or wrong, Most people go off emotions not logic, 1st world go figure.

I feel most alive in moments I don’t feel human. It’s all I really care to live for at times, these split seconds that my mind gives me these chemicals is all I crave at times.

ART HAS NO MASTER OR CRITIC JUST DIFFERENT OPINIONS.


I stand by no perfection and i’m a complete psychopath, I’ve been told i’m crazy outta my mind but attest it keeps me from going insane.. Anything said above can change in the moment & a mind with rules & barriers is limited, a wise & witty mind is what I work towards 😉 I'f any words can make you feel or relate it was worth me sharing! If I annoy and get under your skin for being..well just who I am.. I hope it hurts 👁

Love - @jayalvarrez

@jayalvarrez

13.05 “Advanced Thanatology” Coda.

“I just need a win,” Dean says to Sam, and he can’t bring himself to look his brother in the eye and see the concern, the sympathy. Dean can count on one hand the number of times he’s admitted to Sam that he isn’t okay, and with all that’s happened he’s feeling so raw and- “I just need a damn win.”

He doesn’t believe it’ll happen.

Sam conks out somewhere along the road and Dean turns off the radio to let him sleep. That crick in his neck is gonna be a bitch, but the hunt really drained them and Dean could use the quiet. It’s just the hum of Baby’s engine and the long stretch of pavement, and that nagging, hollow feeling in his chest subsides a little when he can focus on driving. He still sees blue and a soft, soft smile like horrible replays ingrained in his mind, although he figures they’ve been fixtures there for a while. He doesn’t expect them to ever go away.

The ring of his cell phone surprises them both. He’s not waiting on a call and it’s an unknown number, though that isn’t uncommon given what they do. “Yeah,” Dean answers gruffly, the selfish part of him hoping it’s not another hunt.

There’s no reply for the first few seconds, and Dean’s about to gripe at whoever’s on the line when a voice comes through and he’s stunned into silence. “Hello, Dean,” comes two, simple words, and suddenly, Dean can’t breathe. It’s Cas, unmistakably Cas, and god, Dean aches for him.

Cas looks just as shocked to see them, lit only by the light from the dingy pay phone and turning around at Baby’s doors closing shut. Instinctively, Dean scans him for signs he might be hurt but doesn’t find any, and sees instead that his eyes are wet, all wide and gorgeous and fuck. Fuck.

They stare at each other like they’re both unsure of what to say and how to say it, but in the end it’s Cas calling “Dean” and Dean just crumpling, going to him.

“How-” Dean starts to ask until he decides it doesn’t matter right now. “Cas, you son of a bitch. Do you even know-” His vision blurs.

Cas moves first, a step into his space, slowly reaching up to thumb at Dean’s tears. “I know,” he murmurs gently and Dean can only swear and pull him close.

The lapels of the coat are starched and new, hardly wrinkling when Dean grips them tight and lets their lips touch like ocean and sky. It’s painfully familiar and he can only think home yet, at the same time, it’s a feverish rush. He died today and came back to life, but only now does his heart start beating.

“Never do that again,” he grits between kisses, goddamn furious and deliriously happy as if he hadn’t been void of emotions since he lost Cas. It’s like his world is in color again, and when Cas says “Alright,” he- Dean believes him.

He flushes and coughs when they pull apart and Sam is fighting a smile with eyes just as wet. “We were due for a win,” is all he says, and Dean reaches for Cas’ hand.

Good things do happen.

[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Jungkook

4 QS WITH BTS

Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?

A1: I’m enjoying playing FPS (First Person Shooter) games recently. Every day I play for 3-4 hours and in the blink of an eye it’s already time to sleep. (laughs) And I listen to music all the time. I listen to exciting music like the future base genre too, but I lean more towards moody and calming songs.

Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!

A2: I like big silhouette like hooded jackets and the color black. I don’t change my style that much even in summer. Although we have different styles, I think Rap Monster and J-hope are really cool because you can feel how they are from their way of dressing.

Q3: Favorite perfume?

A3: The fragrance of the wind or the green when spring comes. I once rode a bike along the riverside while listening to music together with Rap Monster and V on a spring day before. When I feel the distinctive air of the early spring, I would recall the memory of that day and get excited.

Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?

A4: I like Japanese animes and my favorite work, which is also what Jin’s currently into, is ‘Haikyuu!!’. It helps me learn Japanese too!

THIS IS ME

[Passion]

I’m the type to focus on something instantly once I feel like I want to do it, I want to accomplish it! Right now I’m into makng music so I’m learning diligently, even though it’s still far from releasing. My personality is to do what I like first and think of whether it’s going well or not later.

[Gourmet]

I like food! Especially meat. Chicken is my favorite. I like the food at Japanese convenience stores so much that I think about convenience stores every time I go to Japan (laughs) If I travel to Japan off work, I would stop by several times!

[Sleep]

I love sleeping so much. I’m into playing games so my sleep time has been cut off (laughs) If I have even just a little bit of time like in the car, I would nod off to sleep.

THIS IS HIM: JUNGKOOK is…

from J-HOPE

“A member with stronger desire to improve for music and dancing than others, but sometimes he also has the cute maknae-like side like a spoilt baby. I have to use my strength when I hug him since he’s tall, so I can sleep well. (laughs)

from JIMIN

“The maknae who works harder since he was young than any of the members. He’s the same age as my real brother so I look after him well, but at some point he has started to feel like my real brother. Whatever he does, he’s cute.”

JPN - KRN © Jeon Jungkook Gallery 전정국 갤러리, ma_ko77
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

The Quirky Witch

Reader x Roman


“Go and see (Y/N).” Destiny sighed and shooed the boys out of her apartment, shutting the door on their heels.

“Whose (Y/N)?” Roman asked curiously.

“Another witch, basically a younger Destiny but kind of, uses a different kind of magic and we don’t normally ask her she’s a little off.” Peter muttered the word magic with such sarcasm Roman wondered how his eyes hadn’t rolled out of his head.

“So… werewolves and witches is that a thing?” Roman asked curiously.

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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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anonymous asked:

I feel HORRIBLE saying this but I was kinda let down by the sneak peek? I mean, I wasn’t expecting a huge love confession but still. Something was just so... off. About the whole thing ?

It’s SUPPOSED TO FEEL OFF!!

*GESTURES VAGUELY AT MY WHOLE BLOG TODAY*

It’s supposed to feel like there’s something *NOT RIGHT* here.

It’s not truthful.

Because Dean and Cas are both holding the truth back.

The truth that was set up all season so far so BLATANTLY. That was the focus of so much of the last 5 episodes.

Now it’s suddenly MISSING, there’s a huge glaring HOLE, because they’re holding it in in front of each other. All those feelings that were exposed before this point suddenly retreat inwards as they repress it having just gotten back to each other again because they’re both terrified of these feelings.

There’s a huge EMPTY SPACE just as there had been all season with Cas missing now there’s one just as Dean with tears in his eyes walks towards Cas in front of a big neon cross after saying “I do” then swallows the truth and friend zones him.

It’s SUPPOSED to feel off. It’s SUPPOSED to feel not right. Like… hang on what?!!!! But they just??? But I thought…???

It’s BRILLIANT!!!

Davy Perez right now:

Originally posted by ihiphop

frustrating — peter parker

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)


Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

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femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader

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Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

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I finally got my shit together and managed to write a korean drama recommendation list. Under the cut below, I added a description of the dramas along with a short comment on what I thought about it. If you like my recommendation list, please like and/or reblog. it means a lot ♡

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anonymous asked:

If you do requests can you please do a Mike Faist x reader (if you don't do cast can you do Connor Murphy) where they play 7 minutes in heaven

this was originally going to be short but i got carried tf away and now it’s 3800+ words SO
i have never done connor so like i KNOW this is going to be wildly out of character???? I JSUT RLLY LIKE SEEING CONNOR HEALTHY AND HAPPY IM SORRY SO let’s see how i Fuck this up


this is……….. probably not what u requested 

connor x fem!reader - seven minutes in heaven

Seeing Jared Kleinman and Evan Hansen at a party was a wonderful rarity. Seeing Connor at a party was even crazier. But seeing Connor at a party, enjoying himself with friends and not angrily smoking a joint in the corner of the living room until the host kicked him out? It was nearly unheard of. It was borderline impossible. And it simply made your heart swell.

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Writing a Dialogue-Heavy Scene

magicallynormal asked: “Hi Lizard, I was wondering, what do you do when everything you write feels disjointed? I have trouble working in dialogue and description and emotions and when I try, it feels like I’m just trying to connect things with with a few extra words in between.”

Oh, I’ve been there I practically live there. But really, that is a very familiar feeling for me. I start with dialogue and can just get carried away in the conversation and lose track of the rest of the scene. It’s a natural thing I think actually. 

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puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

Originally posted by chiminichangas


I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”


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anonymous asked:

How would one engage in sex magick?

First of all, you don’t need a partner. Sex magic can be done solo. You can do it with other people, of course - this part was super badly phrased, I’m sorry, what I meant was I recommend you discuss with your partner(s) beforehand if you plan to engage in sex magic, so they can be consenting and aware, and okay with engaging in that sort of thing with you. You can still generate similar energy alone, however.

Sex magic is about channeling the energy generated during sex / orgasm / climax toward an intent. It’s like any other method of raising energy, just super intimate, and seen as a bit of a taboo tbh. 

Seeing as I still haven’t personally practiced, just read a lot about it, I’m not sure if the orgasm is critical to sex magic or not. Everything seems to lean that way - keep your mind on your intent as well as you can, but obviously don’t like force it, just be aware why you’re doing what you’re doing; then at the moment before you’re about to go off, focus as hard as you can on what you want to happen, then when the orgasm happens, it’s supposed to, what are not childish words for this, release your intent-mingled energy out into the world so it can happen.

So, yeah, how would one engage in sex magic?

Step one: decide you want to do sex magic. 

Obviously it isn’t required to practice magic or be a witch or magic user, it’s just one of many methods. Like, if you don’t wanna do it, that’s cool. But there also isn’t anything “baneful” or “evil” about sex magic. It’s not “bad,” just different.

You can do it alone, so it’s okay if you’re single. If you want to do this with someone, it would be really cool if you brought it up and asked if they’d be okay participating too. Because, you’re still engaging in a spell / ritual deal. It would be like making sure people are okay with doing certain things in bed too, right?

Step two: learn some safety stuff.

And yes, this seriously matters. You don’t want to hurt yourself, or any partner(s), during this. It’s supposed to be comfortable and pleasurable.

[Safety Precautions with Penetrative Sex Magic]

Step three: pick your intent and method.

What do you want to have happen? What’s your end goal for the spell? It works the same way as doing a spell for any other purpose. Decide what you want to do.

And how are you gonna get there? Will it be alone? With a partner? With toys or without? Is there a certain way you like to, err, play, or do you want to experiment with other things?

@niaskotl has a cool practice called [“sigil swallowing”] that’s pretty cool.

Step four: do sex magic.

I’m not gonna get into grisly details. However, I will say: don’t rush it, just enjoy the sensation. Build up as much energy as you can toward your intent by taking your time.

Holy shit, what would edging do in regards to sex magic? Lol.

Sorry. *ahem* Anyway.

Again, you don’t need to hardcore focus on what you want to have happen the entire time - just remember why you’re doing what you’re doing. Then, when you feel “close,” bring the intention forward, focus on it then, and then when you release, let your thoughts go with it.

OH. I almost forgot. The fluids themselves are super potent as well. So even if you can’t necessarily climax, but, you know… It can be put onto sigils to charge stuff. Yep.

And there you go. I hope that helps you. Yeah, fun stuff.

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Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: ADHD, swearing (?)

a/n: hey, do you guys remember when i wrote something happy? yeah, me neither :,)  — also, i have no clue how to write about ADHD so i did some research and this is all i could come up with, sorry if it’s inaccurate!!

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Naked Birds - Tim Drake x Reader

Summary : You are Tim’s girlfriend, and today, you play some strip poker with the batboys…(Tim is a bit older than he is currently in the comics, like he’s around 19 or something).

for @gobydana, hope you’ll like it (I’m always stressed the people who requested things are gonna be like : “that’s shit”) : 

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It was a Saturday afternoon on a rainy day when everything happened, when you gain your boyfriend’s older brothers’ respect. And also embarrassed them more than they ever been embarrassed in their lives. 

Dick, Jason, Tim and you were spending some times altogether, getting to know each other, as in five years of relationship with Tim, you never really had time to hang out with his family (busy people). 

Bruce was at work, Alfred had a day off, and Damian was hanging out with some friends (which was so rare that no one dared to tell him to stay to spent the day with you guys). 

-No Jason, we  are NOT playing strip poker right now. 

-But I’m bored and a movie is…

-I said we’re not ! 

-Why nooooowwwt ? 

-Because it’s only you, Dick, (Y/N) and I, I don’t need to see my brothers naked. 

-And (Y/N) ?

-We’ve been together for five years, what, you think I never saw her naked ? 

-I never saw her naked. 

-Good.

Jason gives his brother an infuriating smile and, taking some soda cans while Tim takes a giant bowl of pop-corns, they go back to the living room where you and Dick are waiting. 

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anonymous asked:

If your still taking requests then can you please give jack and Gabe a wedding like after the war and after the Talon thing like in there old age finally tying the knot?!?!?! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ please if not then thanks for the lovely artwork you make :3

I imagine them just going off somewhere quiet and having it. Ahhh,Thank you for kind words anon ❤️

and a probably more realistic version of scruffy old man Jack with his wraith husband <3

Captain’s Girl

Description: Tony is a flirt, but he needs to remember that you are Steve’s girl

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: lmfaooo smut obviously, flirty Tony

A/n: okay someone suggested “jealous Steve” for a fic, and since I’ve been writing Tony non-stop I ran with that

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A low whistle sounded as you and Steve walked into the room. Soon, Tony was by your side, walking with the two of you to the bar.

“Well, I can definitely see why the capsicle likes you so much.” 

You glared sideways at him as you took your seats. “And why is that, exactly?”

“Let’s just say that dress is showing off more than I’ve ever seen of you. I’m impressed.” He winked, smirking.

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pink bubblegum / reddie

“and when you’re blue, i’m red, i wanna kiss your neck n’ make you purple all over”

a/n: hi this is my first lil imagine thingy on this account, so i hope you enjoy! i’ve aged the boys up, to about 16/17, because i’m slightly uncomfortable about writing make out sessions between 13 year olds??

summary: richie and eddie were finding their homework boring, and richie suggests a slightly different activity,

pairing: richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

warnings: swearing (unsuprisingly), kissing, fluff?


it was a cool autumn evening in the small town of derry. richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak were sitting at the park, both boys trying to grasp the concept of trigonometry. richie slammed his textbook shut, letting out an exasperated groan. 

“jesus christ, i’m never gonna get this!” the curly-haired boy exclaimed. he looked at the smaller boy beside him, resting his head in his hands. richie had noticed the way eddie ran his fingers through his hair, also seemingly frustrated because of the work. richie didn’t even know why he was noticing small actions like that, but he seemed to be doing it a lot lately.

“it’ll be okay, rich. you’ll get this in no time. but, how ‘bout we take a lil break for a bit?” eddie spoke, his doe eyes meeting richie’s, which were magnified due to his coke-bottle glasses. richie quickly nodded in agreement, and looked away for a moment. he felt his stomach tighten whenever richie looked at him. or, said his nickname. or, when eddie did anything, really.

“i have an idea, my little eddie spaghetti.” the curly-haired boy spoke up, locking eyes with eddie again. eddie rolled his eyes at the nickname, but before he could protest, richie spoke up again, feeling those butterflies in his tummy. “earlier today, i heard you talking to stan and mike about never being kissed, no?” richie began, a shit-eating smirk spreading across his lips. eddie felt his cheeks heat up and become a deep red.

“s-so what? are you gonna make fun of me? besides it’s not like you’ve kissed anyone either! i-” eddie began to defend himself, but was cut off again.

“eddie, i’ve had my first kiss already, but this isn’t the point.” richie rolled his eyes, as if it were obvious that he’d kissed someone. for some reason, eddie felt his stomach drop. he became jealous, seemingly out of nowhere. he didn’t want richie to see, though, and took a sudden interest in all of the random scribbles on the bench the pair sat at.

“who did you have it with?” the small boy asked timidly. he still chose to focus on the bench, waiting for an answer.

“oh, eddie boy! i thought you knew! it was dear, old, mrs. k.” richie smirked, eddie looked up and rolled his eyes, lightly punching the taller boy in the shoulder. richie smiled proudly at his joke, noticing how red eddie’s cheeks were.

“i kid. i’ve actually never had my first kiss. i know, shocker, the playa himself hasn’t even kissed anybody! oh, the humani-”

“was there a point to this whole conversation?” eddie interjected, before richie could finish his dramatic wailing. 

“right, yes.” richie nodded, a sudden seriousness laced in his tone. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and eddie couldn’t help but admire him in that moment.

“i- um, i was wondering if maybe… possibly… you’d wanna share your first kiss with me?” richie asked quietly. his cheeks flushed, as he waited for a response, the worst case-scenarios playing out in his head.

eddie, on the other hand, was completely shocked. his complexion was for sure beet red, and he felt his heart begin to speed up. all the little boy could do was nod quickly.

richie wasted no time on putting his slightly chapped lips on eddie’s soft ones. both boys’ minds and hearts were racing a mile a minute. eddie brought his hands up, one of them gently cupping richie’s cheek, the other resting gently on the base of his neck.

the boys’ both turned their heads to get a better angle as richie pulled eddie into his lap, his hands carefully placed on eddie’s waist. his thumbs softly traced circles into the smaller boys’ hip bones.

surprisingly, eddie swiped his tongue across richie’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. richie happily complied, opening his mouth for the boy. eddie could taste bubblegum and cigarettes on richie’s tongue, and he honestly loved it.

richie pulled back after a moment or two, both of the boys needing to catch their breath. their foreheads rested on one another’s; their eyes still closed. 

“not bad for your first time, hm?” richie asked in a hushed tone, his gaze not meeting eddie’s yet. he felt like he was on top of the world, a whirlwind of butterflies in his tummy and a red blush adorning his freckled cheeks. he couldn’t forget how eddie tasted of sweet strawberries, probably because of his chapstick.

“was amazing. ten out of ten, would make out with you again.” eddie joked, the two of them giggling softly. eddie pulled his face away from richie’s, but stayed on the boy’s lap. eddie loved how red richie’s cheeks were, and he was sure his matched. 

eddie leaned forward and pressed soft, feathery kisses to richie’s cheeks, trailing down to his neck. he felt richie jump slightly at the neck kiss, so he did it again. richie let out a noise, making eddie proud for some reason, eddie then tried something risky.

the small boys’ slightly swollen lips began to suck on the curly-haired boy’s sensitive skin, making richie grip eddie’s waist even tighter. eddie squealed, pulling away to look at richie. he’d left a bright purple mark on the boy’s neck.

“eds, we should save that for another time.” richie hummed and winked, making eddie roll his eyes for the millionth time that evening. richie pecked eddie’s nose as eddie got off of richie’s lap. he didn’t even feel the need to correct richie about the nickname at the moment.

“oh man, now i get to tell everyone that my first kiss was with the richie tozier. i’m gonna make everyone in derry so jealous.” eddie spoke sarcastically with a dumb grin, looking up at trashmouth himself.

richie scoffed, pretending to be offended and putting a hand over his heart. “you love me, loser.”

“mmmhmmm,” came a joking response. the two carried on like this as the sun set, before richie walked eddie home.

the night definitely didn’t go as planned, but it was worth it.


a/n: pls let me know what you think!! i’m literally so tired rn so this is possibly shitty but uhhhh yeah! see ya’ll next time?? idk how 2 end author’s notes?