oops my girlfriend is next to me

The Outsiders Conversations (based on actual conversations I've heard at school)

Ponyboy: I spent an hour on my hair this morning and now it’s messed up!
Johnny: …. Because you slept on the bus..
Ponyboy: Yeah but I used aquanet so it should’ve been fine, I thought

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Steve: Wanna fight bro?
Sodapop: Do what?
Steve: Ya wanna fight.. bro?
Sodapop: I beg your pardon?
Steve: I’M ASKING FOR YOU TO FUCKING FIGHT ME
Sodapop: I’m doing my algebra homework. We can in Spanish next period
Steve: Alright lit

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Dallas: Why the fuck are the peanut butter cookies 3 quarters but the chocolate chip ones are 2? They’re both the same size!
Two-Bit: Ain’t that called discrimination?

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Darry: Homie what the matter?
Sodapop: that girl I was talking to bro
Darry: what about her?
Sodapop: she got someone on the side
Darry: shit fam
Sodapop: yeah she got a girlfriend
Darry: bro

{TWO OF THESE WERE MY CONVERSATIONS LMAO OOPS IF U CAN GUESS WHICH ONES I WILL GIVE U A MILLION DOLLARS}

Phil x Reader - Just Another Day With Phil

A/N: I got a lot of requests for Phil’s 4th prompt, here ya go!
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I sigh as I hear the birds chirping and see the light peek in through the window. Turning over, I see my boyfriend and his black hair in a jumble that makes me giggle a bit. His eyes are shut as light pink lips are closed and his entire face is relaxed. This allows me to just admire the pure contrasting features of Phil Lester.
Probably hearing my giggles, Phil’s eyes open up slowly and sleepily, yawning.
He was a giant yet looked like a toddler waking up.
“What are you giggling about?” His voice was a bit deep but still sweet as I grinned at him.
“Your hair.” I said happily curling myself closer in Phil’s arms.
“Huh- oh what?” Phil said in surprise poutingly after he caught a glimpse in the dresser mirror.
“It’s cute though, I like the quiff.” I smiled looking up at him as he cringed.
He groaned, “I can’t even see properly but it seems awful.”
I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through his warm hair and kissed him on his lips. He accepted and smirked wrapping his hands around my waist as I laid my face on his chest comfortably.
“I love you Phil, but I’m surprised you’re not grouchy without your cup of coffee.” I said confused by being held by the most important person in my world. Not that I was complaining.
“Waking up next to you, I have to reason to be grouchy.” He whispered before nipping at my ear.
I shrugged and huddled closer to him.
Phil drew circles all around my back, tracing the outline of my spine and back. I felt his steady breath and caught a glimpse of a morning shadow that made him that much more organically fresh. After simmering in each’s other embrace for more than a while more, the sun became even more prominent.

Phil turned his head over looking at the clock trying to make out a time but I knew there was no way.
“I’m quite blind y/n. I need to go put on my eyes. Then we’ll get breakfast.”
I laughed at his blind comment because it was oh so true, and nodded.
“I’ll go get ready,” I said as Phil lifted up the duvet. Before he could leave me, I kept a reach on his freckly arm and pulled him back. He turned his head and already knew exactly what I wanted, but still he seemed quite pleased that I wanted it with his morning breath. He went back over to kiss me, his morning scent was cozy and the kiss loving as always.
I finished getting ready pretty quickly just brushing my teeth and changing, so I decided to go get breakfast sorted.
Obviously I made coffee because Phil could only go so long, and poured the Crunchy Nut cereal for the both of us.
“Ah!” I heard Phil shout from the bathroom and I stopped. Oh no what has he gotten himself into now?
“Phil? Are you alright?!” I called to be met with silence for a few seconds.
“Yeah–just my contact fell! It’s okay though… I think!” I laughed at his dorky-ness and continued to bring the bowl over to the living room.

Phil met me in there and smiled, probably only because he saw the coffee.
“Thank you y/n.”
“No problem, what you wanna watch?” I asked knowing the answer was anime, but the question was which one.
Phil picked and we ended up watching it until Phil needed to do some work and I as well. He made some calls, wrote emails and looked over video ideas.
I went on my laptop to check emails, finish and finalize a project and then maybe a wee Tumblr break.
In between, I heard a weird animal like sound coming from Phil’s desktop as I sat from the couch.
“What’s that?” I asked surprised at the weird sounds.
“y/n! Come here look at the giraffes mating!” I didn’t even react because I was used to this and just walked over to see the mating giraffes.
“You’re such a weird dork.” I told him and he scoffed.
“Correction, I’m your weird dork.” Phil said sassily correcting me with his cute little giggle after.
I kissed him the lips agreeing completely,
“You’re right and I love it.”

Phil made me lunch afterwards and then we returned back to our business, of course it wasn’t without some odd back and fourth conversations. Did they invent colors or did someone have to see it first?; Is the Moon hot or cold?; Should Phil buy this shirt?; those questions were just the few as Phil and I laughed backed at each other’s responses.

Towards 7PM, we decided to order some takeaway and cuddled on the couch. Phil’s tall giant legs are spread out while I clung to his lap. My body was cold so I had a blanket draped around me but Phil was perfectly fine playing a Final Fantasy game. I watched him mindlessly and smiled happily and content. I basically fell asleep but before I could fully doze off, Phil lightly tapped me.
“y/n, y/n? Are you awake?” Phil said as the end screen of his game played in his silhouette.
I stirred and turned before muttering, “No,
He chuckled and turned off the game, then scooped me up in his.
“It’s time for you to go to sleep missy.” Phil said carrying into our bedroom. He grabbed some sleep clothes for me and I threw them on yawning.
“Who even plays for that long?” I murmured confused and sleepy.
“Me, your boyfriend. Thanks for hanging out with me while I did. Telling your sweet random nothings.”
I giggled at his statement, “I did not!”
“Oh yes you did, random thoughts and also you sleeptalk.” Phil said while he took off his t-shirt to change for bed.
“More like sleep mumble.” I said falling into our comfortable soft bed.
“Also, you’re welcome. I’d hang out and watch do whatever because you’re weird dork,” I slurred my words before shouting the next part, “And I love you Phil Lester!!!!”
Phil’s eyes widened at my loud proclaim but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“y/n! There’s people sleeping!” Phil tried to say calmly but it was probably hilarious watching his sleepy girlfriend scream she loved him.
“Oh oops.” I yawned throwing my head back down into my pillow.
“But,” Phil said as he crawled into bed and tucked us both in, “I love you too y/n y/l/n.”
He kissed me and I melted to float away into another dreamlike state. The thing was my current state right now was already a dream. Phil Lester is my boyfriend and this was just another day in my relationship, another blissful and fun day with my weird dork.

fic: mercy.

shamless drunk!carmilla fluff. aka the one where carmilla breaks into the wrong apartment and tries to booty call laura, who attacks her with spatula.

read also on ao3.

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Carmilla is pretty sure the world is spinning

Well, scientifically, she’s positive the world is spinning because otherwise the world would undeniably be ending but. Not the point.

Maybe it’s just the sky that’s spinning. Or the stars. Or just this lamppost she can’t seem to let go of.

She’d stumbled out of the club half an hour ago and she’d tried to make it back to her own apartment, really she did, but these shoes were really not meant for walking and her brain was having difficulty communicating with her feet.

Somehow, god only knows how, it occurred to her that one of the girls she’d been seeing lived around here. Maybe it was because she recognized that weird homeless guy on the corner who always offered her a churro.

She knows she lives in a brick building and this one looks a hell of a lot like the one she’s been coming in and out of for the past month (most of the time off of the fire escape and it’s a good thing she’s only ever seen it in the dark – it makes the recognition process so much easier). She pulls her phone out of her pocket. Well, she tries to. It tumbles to the ground, into a pile of snow. A slew of nearly unintelligible curse words fall from her mouth and she reaches into the snow bank to pick it up. She pokes at the screen. Nothing. She tries again. Still nothing. She sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry at it. “Useless, pieces of technology.” She murmurs to herself. She tucks her phone back into her pocket, still swearing at it, and she looks up at the building. The door is all the way on the other side of the building and she still can’t manage to let go of this lamppost so she knows getting over there is an impossibility. Her mouth is starting to feel cottony and her eyelids are closing and if she doesn’t get into an apartment soon, she’s liable to fall asleep in this snowbank. Or next to Churro Charlie.

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anonymous asked:

It was my girlfriends ( I'm a girl ) birthday on Friday and she shares a room with her sister. But while her sister was at work I fucked my girl till she was moaning baby and ate her out till she was pulling my hair out on her sisters bed because it was bigger. Oops. I also fingered her the next night while her sister was asleep in the room! My girl wanted good birthday sex and she always gets what she wants 😏

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prompt: cas is ace and he's scared to tell dean, but one night after a few too many drinks on cas' part, he tells dean and lots of cuddling ensues

Dean and Cas have been best friends pretty much since the day they met in their Play Analysis class freshman year of college. Dean wasn’t out at the time, not even really to himself (he was attracted to girls after all), but he still saw Cas walk into the room and thought, “I hope that guy is into dudes.”

Three years, a couple of awkward kisses and a slew of awkward interactions later, Cas is finally opening up to Dean.

It’s their senior year, and they’ve been celebrating several nights a week. Cas has been drinking a little faster than usual tonight, and Dean notices he’s drunk before Cas realizes it.

“Dean, I really like you, you know that?” he says at the bar, leaning heavily into Dean’s side.

“Yeah, buddy, I know. You think you might want to slow down a little?”

Cas takes another shot. “I never told you–I probably should have, but I just…I’m embarrassed.”

“Cas, you don’t have to tell me any–”

“I’m asexual.”

Oh. Well that explains a lot. “You don’t like sex?”

“No, no, sex is fine. Sex is whatever. I just don’t–I don’t feel it. Yeah, that’s the right word. I don’t feel it.”

Dean’s still not really sure what he means, but he can always just look up asexuality later. Or ask Cas when he’s not hammered. “Why are you telling me this, Cas?”

“Because I like you. I want you to like me, but I’m embarrassed. If we had sex, it would be–it would be bad. You deserve good sex, Dean. You’re very attractive.”

“Thank you, buddy. But I like you, too. What if I wanted to be with you and have bad sex–or no sex–more than I want to be with anybody else and have good sex?”

Cas makes an adorably confused face. “I don’t understand.”

“C'mere, Cas,” Dean says before pulling Cas into his arms and giving him a strong hug. “I really care about you, all right? Come home with me tonight, and we can talk more in the morning. I’m not letting you go home by yourself in this state anyway.”

Cas still looks confused, but he nods and lets Dean lead him out of the bar.

It’s not the first time Dean’s taken care of a drunk Castiel, but it’s still somewhat of a fight to get him into bed properly. They’ve also never slept in the same bed before either, but when Dean tried to leave his room Cas grabbed his arm and yanked him into bed next to him.

He wrapped all of his limbs around Dean and held him so tight he couldn’t move.

“Cas.”

“Shhh, sleep.”

Fine. They can work out whatever the fuck this is in the morning.

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e l i a n a  r u i z // 21 years old

I’m going to be honest here.  Becoming a Simicide Girl is entirely out of my comfort zone.  But I think that’s why I need to do it.  I’ve never had much self-confidence, and the idea of having dozens of photos scares me more than a little.  But I still find myself drawn to the concept.  The last time models were accepted, I waffled back and forth for ages over whether I should submit, until it was too late.  I moped around the house for a week, until my girlfriend made me promise that I would apply the next time around.  And, well, here I am.  

note: couldn’t work this into the bio, but the plan is for her to slowly get more tattoos and piercings as she gets more confident and comfortable taking risks. so that’s why she looks pretty plain right now. :)