out of my head into my bed

The Night Before Jimmas

Twas the night before Jimmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a Jim was stirring, not even a Jim;
The Jims were hung by the Jimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jim soon would be there;
The Jims were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar Jims danced in their Jim heads

And Mama Jim in her ‘kerchief, and Jim in my cap,
Had just settled our Jim brains for a long winter’s nap—‌
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Jim sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Jim flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering Jim eyes should appear,
But a miniature Jim, and eight tiny Jims,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Jim knew in a moment it must be St. Jim.
More rapid than Jims his coursers they came,
And Jim whistled, and shouted, and call’d Jims by Jim name:
“Now! Jim, now! Jim, now! Jim and Jim,
"On! Jim, on! Jim, on! Jim and Jim;
"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When Jims meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Jims—‌and St. Jim too:
And then in a twinkling, Jim heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Jim drew in his Jim head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Jim came with a bound:
Jim was dress’d all in fur, from his Jim head to his Jim foot,
And his Jim clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Jims was flung on his Jim back,
And Jim look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His Jim eyes—‌how they twinkled! His Jim dimples: how merry,
His Jim cheeks were like roses, his Jim nose like a cherry;
His droll little Jim mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his Jim chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe Jim held tight in his Jim teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his Jim head like a wreath.
Jim had a broad Jim face, and a little round Jim belly
That shook when Jim laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
Jim was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Jim,
And Jim laugh’d when Jim saw Jim in spite of Jimself;
A wink of his Jim eye and a twist of his Jim head
Soon gave me to know Jim had nothing to dread.
Jim spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the Jims; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his Jim finger aside of his Jim nose
And giving a nod, up the Jimney Jim rose.
Jim sprung to his Jim, to his Jim team gave a whistle,
And away Jims all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But Jim heard Jim exclaim, ere Jim drove out of sight—‌

Happy Jimmas to all, and to all a good Jim.

So this morning, my boyfriend is home sick and he’s sleeping, I’m in bed next to him doing a crossword, everything is fine..

I see some movement out of my peripheral vision and it’s creepy, I turn my head to see his eyes open and his mouth contorted into a weird, creepy snarl.

I screamed because it was two inches from my face and looked like a murderous clown. He began assuring me he hadn’t been trying to scare ME but someone else in his dream.

He’d woken up as my had turned hence his eyes being open and the snarl still on his face.

My heart took a long time to calm down.

My great-grandfather was a dour, unloving, unforgiving Presbyterian minister who disapproved of his son marrying a Methodist girl and hinted that she had probably gotten herself pregnant because “Methodists have no morals.”

My grandfather, when walking my aunt down the aisle at her wedding, told her he’d rather have put her in her grave that day instead of marrying her to a Catholic w– [slur meaning Italians] who would breed her like livestock.

My mom once dragged 8-year-old me away from my friends while we were playing Cinderella and sat me on the couch to pray over me and cast out the demons of homosexuality that had tempted me to play the Prince instead of Cinderella (I was totally confused; I was only playing the Prince because I had the shortest hair).

Anyway, I thought those were interesting memories to float into my bisexual head as I’m lying in bed beside my bisexual bride-to-be and thinking about which Pagan and Christian elements we want to incorporate into our wedding ceremony one day.

Unexpected Encounters

Pairing: Julian/Isa[my mc]
Rating: PG baby, this is nothing but fluff with vague mentions of blood
Summary: Isa is a disaster, Julian is a disaster. Together they make half a functioning person. Based primarily on my own art. Guest appearance by Isa’s familiar

Isa really should have seen this coming honestly, having been running around flat out for days, lack of proper eating from stress and not to mention losing a decent amount of blood to a vampire eel. So when they’d woken that morning with a fuzzy head and a dry mouth they really just should’ve stayed in bed. They didn’t though, intent on going about their day and ignoring the rising nausea and dizzy head. They’d be fine at the markets on their own they’d told Asra, encouraged him to go see his friend instead of accompanying them.

A mistake it turns out, as Isa’s head spins, world tipping as their knees buckle under them and they hit the ground with a solid thump. They’re not sure how long they’re out for, could have been anywhere from seconds to minutes. They blink their eyes open blearily, squinting as the world comes back into focus and they find themself staring into the eye of one Julian Devorak, one of his hands cradles the back of their head while the other checks their pulse, a mix of fear and concern on his features.

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anonymous asked:

Renji and Byakuya being jasmine and aladdin from the Disney movie aladdin makes too much sense to me (This is random but it won't get out of my head)

oh my god????????? Byakuya as princess jasmine, genrei as the sultan, jafar would be like aizen and the parROT WOULD BE GIN H O LY. rukia would be the fukcing tiger, renji as Aladdin ofc, abu would probs be ichigo and fucking kisuke as the genie. oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! neW FAVE BYAREN AU THSI IS GREAT. ITS LIKE 4AM HERE AND I HAVENT BEEN TO SLEEP YET SO IM GONNA GO TO BED BUT THIS IS SO AWESOME?! UR BRAIN IS G R E A T

I have so many Anduin feels

Clearly, if you couldn’t tell, and I wanted to write it down otherwise I feel like I might explode from emotions. This entire cinematic was beyond beautiful. Blizzard really went above and beyond in the artistic department - everything looked so damn -real-, which took my breath away. But the main thing that really struck with me is the fact that you can clearly see Anduin’s personality in this moment. So please excuse me, but there’s a lot of pics and a long opinion below the cut.

When we first see him, he’s got the lion helmet on, looking all badass. Even after he’s knocked off his feet, he gets back up and proceeds to go after the troll who tries to kill him, granting us this amazing image -

Looks like he’s channeling Varian to me. He’s standing all, big and trying to be imposing. And almost immediately after, they focus on his face, going from this -

- to this -

Look at him. Look at that face. This isn’t a life-long trained/skilled warrior. This isn’t a battle-hardened paladin who’s fought for years and years. This is a child, a teenager (WoWpedia says seventeen, and we all know how Blizzard is with lore, but it does sound about right), who has been shielded from the harshness of actual war for most of his life. War is brutal; war is dirty and cruel and this world has seen it constantly. And I don’t know how much time will have passed from Legion to this expansion, but regardless.

He looks so sad, almost out of place and worried, and just…-scared-. Like the sudden realization of what he’s in the middle of, of what he’s leading here - not Genn, not his father, him. He’s the one who’s leading the armies of the Alliance, thousands of soldiers against an army equally as powerful. Stormwind and the Alliance could fall in this moment and it would be his fault. And I think it all comes at him at once. This is what his father was talking about, it’s what he was trying to protect him from.

But this is Anduin we’re talking about. This isn’t a warmongering character, we all know how much he would prefer to solve things peacefully, and (I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Blizzard doesn’t totally and completely butcher his character of course) it must have been something to drive him to this point. Look - His mother died when he was a baby, his father was gone most of his life and was only around for a few precious years before he was killed, his ‘aunt’ Jaina has been MIA until lately and Velen is who knows where. I’m hoping we’ll get an answer to that between then and now, but my point is this - Anduin, High King of the Alliance, leader that everyone looks to for guidance and support, really doesn’t have a support system himself. He doesn’t have anyone he can really depend on. The only one who’s been shown to constantly be around is Genn, and whether for good or ill, I suppose it’s something, but it’s not enough. He’s probably been struggling to keep things together for a while. I doubt he’s been eating or sleeping much.

And what does he do, surrounded by death and destruction of hundreds of lives? We see that looks around the battlefield in a moment of calm and is clearly distressed by it. 

It’s in this moment that I think he really shines, no pun intended. We know what his father would do in this situation, we know what other characters would do. But Anduin is different, it’s what makes him so special in this game. He looks at his father’s sword, a sword of legend no less - 

You can see the confusion, the uncertainty, the self-doubt even now. Shalamayne responded to him yes, but you can absolutely see him still coming to terms with it. He still feels like he isn’t worthy of it.  
“I cannot do this father. I can’t be the hero you were. I can’t be the king you were…”

And no, he isn’t. That’s what I love him. He’s his own man, finally able to step up and make his own imprint on history. Because of that, I think it’s important to note the imagery of him throwing the sword back down - 

Something about this really strikes me not only as beautiful but incredibly moving as well. There is some very deep in this shot. He’s beginning to accept the fact that no, he isn’t his father. No, he isn’t a warrior. That isn’t his path. What does he do instead, then, when surrounded by injured and dying soldiers? Do what he does best, of course - 

Heal. Resurrect. Anduin has had an affinity with the Light that few have had before, especially humans. We know this and it’s really beautiful to finally see it in such a wonderful cinematic. I think it’s really touching that if you look closely you can even see tears in his eyes -

We know from lore that Anduin has resurrected his father before, which is something that happens so rarely in canon. Casting such a spell for one person would be difficult enough, but an entire army? That’s practically impossible. We also know that for a character to channel such a spell for a long period of time takes a lot of stamina and strength. It’s exhausting. But he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t stop to take a breather. He stands tall with the rejuvenated army surrounding him once more.

“Stand as one!”

Which just hearkens back to previous cinematics, I think. 

“What am I supposed to do now?”
“What a king -must- do.”

“For the Alliance!”

What I find most interesting is that he doesn’t say ‘For Azeroth!’ like his father in the previous expansion, he says Alliance. Which makes me wonder just what has happened to cause all of this. 

The point of all this rambling is this - Anduin Llane Wrynn has been underestimated both by other characters as well as players for too long. Many people call him names for wanting to find a peaceful way to solve problems and for some reason that’s a bad thing? I don’t understand it, but I’m so happy and proud to see him standing alongside us on the battlefield. This boy does not get enough credit and I’m glad they finally have let him do something amazing. He is much stronger than I think even he realizes, and I would love it if people would finally give him the love and recognition he deserves. 

Anduin is too good for this world and we don’t deserve him.

When new people visit Jim and Spock’s apartment they assume all the pets are Jim’s doing. They are dead wrong.

The first cat happened because Spock came across a stray kitten on his way home from work.

The second cat happened because Spock passed a shelter that was shutting down and it took a bit more convincing before Jim accepted it.

The third cat happened because Spock started volunteering at a shelter and this grouchy old cat had been there for a while and it took a lot more convincing but Jim just can’t say no to his husband.

The two dogs happened because Jim visited Spock while he was working at the shelter and met a bonded pair of yorkie mixes that he couldn’t leave behind.

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

I’ve never felt a pain more physical than heartbreak.

I’ve had the air kicked out of me playing backyard football with the neighborhood kids, but it wasn’t at all comparable to laying in my bed at night rewinding all of our memories in my head like an old VHS tape.

At least in my backyard the oxygen came back into my lungs.



Summary: Scary movies lead to protective cuddles leads to… you and Bucky?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,459

A/N: Here is my super late submission for my beloved Foster’s[ @lady-thor-foster ] Halloween challenge! Hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

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This past night, I heard a soft whining and scratching at my door and I opened them, thinking it would probably be my dog, asking to be let in. There was nothing there and after waiting for a minute or two and softly calling out for him, I closed the door and went back to bed (my head is right next to the door so I can open them without getting up). This repeated twice more during the night and finally, I got up to collect whichever of my dog was making the ruckus and get them to sleep in my room without waking me every half an hour, only to realize that they weren’t home. I’ve been home alone this whole time. They went with my aunt to a sleepover the previous evening. After checking every room in the apartment, every closet, every cupboard, even behind doors, I ran back to bed in a hurry and tucked myself in, feeling a bit frightened about the whole experience and trying to convince myself I dreamt the whole thing. Only, it felt so real that it left me wondering about one thing.

Who was at my door?

me: [shouts from across the ocean] EPIC SAX GUY IS BAAAACK

Counting Orgasms

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Type: Smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.

Originally posted by wonhobe

I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.

I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.

“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.

My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.”  I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.

Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.

I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.

My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.

“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.

“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.

“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.

“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.

“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.

“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.

I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”

“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.

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“Would You Forget?” - Part 2

Still can’t give you a summary because of spoilers, but I’ll say… even more heartbreak. 

Warnings: mild spoilers (for episode 2+3)
Steve Harrington x Reader
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Part one: (x

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Forgotten Movie

We were watching a favourite movie of his, but I couldn’t focus on the film. The only thing I had my mind was this man I currently cuddled up next to, and the feeling of his skin underneath my hand. I moved my hand slight lower to test if he was focusing more on the movie than me, no movement. I kept moving my hand lower until I got to his crouch.

I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist and pulled it back up to its original place on his chest. I watched the movie for a few minutes before I moved my hand to his crouch again, a smirk upon my lips. His hand grasped mine, tighter this time, he placed my hand back upon his chest and placed a light smack on my hand as he returned his hand behind his head.

I decided to be a little more deviant, I placed my leg between his legs and leaned my calf against his crouch, applying pressure. In a blink of an eye, I was pinned underneath him, my arms above my head.

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He growled in my ear.

“Then give it to me, daddy.” I smirked. He had never heard me say that before, and something in his eyes changed dramatically.

His hands grasped the top of my thin shirt, and ripped it down the centre, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

“That was my favourite shirt.” I warned.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He shrugged, and then placed his lips on my neck. Leaving no skin untouched as he bit, sucked and licked.

His hands trailed back down my arms and over breasts, deliberately avoiding my nipples. His hands travelled further down over my stomach, his lips following. Getting off the end of the bed, he leaned over and placed a hand on each of my legs, and pushed them apart.

“Where you planning this all along, princess?” He said, as he eyed my crotchless panties. I bit my lip and nodded innocently.

He quickly wiped the look off of my face by running his slender fingers up my core. Rubbing small, firm circles slowly on my clit, he had me a moaning mess. My hands gripped the sheets firmly, my hips moving themselves until he placed his free arm across my hips to seize their movements.

He removed his hand from my mound, and his fingertips found my entrance. Circling agonisingly slow, then without warning he forced two long fingers inside me. Moving in and out relentlessly, forcing me closer to the edge. I was writhing, the pleasure all too much.

As I got closer to that forsaken edge, he removed all contact from me. I let out a groan of frustration, my eyes opening at the sound of his deep chuckle. A stupid smirk planted on his beautiful face. He leaned over me, grasped a hand in his and tied it to the head of the bed.

“I want you to come around my cock as I fuck you senseless.” His velvety voice, deep and slow, sending shivers down my spine as he tied up my other hand. “But you can’t touch. Since you were so eager too earlier.”

I wish I could slap the look off his face. That thought left as soon his jeans touched the floor, and his erection stood freely. I licked my lips and whimpered slightly. His demeanour changed, and in seconds he was on top of me, attacking my neck for a second time tonight.

Without warning he thrusted his full length inside me, drawing a silent gasp from the back of my throat. He set a fast pace, mercifully thrusting his hips, I moved mine to his rhythm and met him half way. My wrists twisted in their restraints.

“You feel so fucking good. Do you like daddy’s cock deep inside you?” His voice scratchy and breathless as he spoke.

“Yes, daddy” I managed to breath.

He attached his lips around one of my nipples, pushing the tiny balls of my piercing up and letting it flick into place, the motion sending small shocks through my body. He pulled on the small bar, enough to create a sensation and let it go, again sending a shock throughout, and did the same to the other one.

Our breathing got shallower, his thrusting got sloppier, and I knew we were close. He moved a hand to my clit and started rubbing fast circles in my clit, making me scream slightly.

“Come in, princess. Come for daddy.” His hot breath right on my ear, and the tone of his voice was enough to bring me undone. My orgasm fuelled his as he let go of everything inside me.

He came to a stop, we let our breathing return to normal. He untied my wrists and kissed each of them. He moved to lay down next to me, and kissed all over cheek before burying his face in my neck.

I ran my hand through his hair as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked, his voice muffled by my neck.

“No, baby. It was perfect.” I said sincerely. He raised his head and looked me in the eyes.

“I love you.” My breath caught in my throat, he’d never spoken those words to me. A smile started to spread across my lips.

“I love you too.” He smiles back before his finally placed his lips on mine.

The kiss was full of new, undiscovered passion. He tongue poked at my lips, begging for access, to which I immediately accepted. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him, and never once broke the kiss. I sat on his hips, grounding down on him.

He broke off the kiss, and just looked at me, running his fingertips over the side my face, pushing a rouge hair behind my ear.

“God, you are beautiful.” He spoke softly. I turned my head into his palm, to hide my face. His fingers went underneath my chin and brought me back to gaze into his eyes. “You’re with me, there’s no need to hide such a beautiful face.”

I didn’t know what to say in return, so I leaned down and kissed him with every ounce of my being. His hands curled around my waist and pulled me tighter against him, before rolling me into my back.

He lined up his dick, before entering me painfully slow. Taking his time to feel every inch of me welcoming him. Once he was in fully he moved slowly setting a good pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

He used his elbows as support, never once did his eyes leave mine. My arms wrapped around his shoulders gripping tightly, my breath coming out in small puffs. He speed up the slightest, eliciting a moan from me.

He kissed me deeply once more, our tongues fighting for dominance messily, we didn’t care. One of his hands travelled down the side of my body, and found my clit once again, rubbing slow, tantalising circles. I started moaning into his mouth, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. I could feel my breaking point approaching.

“I’m close.” I whispered breathlessly.

“So am I Baby.” His voice the same.

He speed up more, my hands ran down his back, leaving red marks along his skin. I was being pushed higher and higher, and then I over the edge, he too. We rode out our highs, and he kissed me one more time.

“I love you so much.” He said as he laid on his back.

“And I, you” I replied, circling up next to him.

He kissed the top of my head, and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I listened to his heart beat steadying, and then sleep took over me.

Short but salty.

Back in high school I was dating this guy, D. Now D was a real douche, but I was young, dumb and in love. One day D and I are hanging out in my bedroom and he forced me to blow him. Normally I’m all for giving head, but not with my parents and siblings home and a “doors open” rule. The blow job doesn’t last long before he’s finished, he zips his pants and pulls me up on the bed with him. Petty revenge is instant as he leans over to kiss me and I promptly spit all his splooge into his mouth. He left pissed and I didn’t see him until school Monday.

Here’s where Pro revenge comes in. Because we’re dumb kids and sex is on everyone’s mind it wasn’t to hard to steer my female friends into talking about cum flavors during lunch. Of course all our boyfriends/hook ups are there so after this conversation goes on for a while I turn to D and go “I don’t know D, what do you think?”

Cue the rest of D’s high school career being known as “the cum taster”. He had to date/hook up with girls from other schools after that.