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The Sound Of Silence, But The Instruments Are The Vocals And The Vocals Are The Instruments

some of you have been saying to me, “Hey, you’re a heathen who fears neither God nor death, right? Nuke The Sound Of Silence.”

so, after a lot of stalling, here is “The Sound Of Silence, But The Instruments Are The Vocals And The Vocals Are The Instruments.” What does that mean, you ask?

You are about to find out. Enjoy the ride.

anonymous asked:

"It's time to get dirty Women are cool They're really great I wanna take them out on a boat ride Yeah! We'll fish and stuff Women think that I'm super tough With my muscles, 'cause I'm really strong But I want ask them to suck my dong Respect R-E-S-P-E-C-T !@#$%^&*( On a boat ride!" - Travis, Probably

Travis, sipping respect woman juice: how dare you

Me Trying to Talk to Girls Like

It’s time to get dirty

Women are cool
They’re really great
I wanna take them out on a boat ride
Yeah!
We’ll fish and stuff
Women think that I’m super tough
With my muscles, ‘cause I’m really strong
But I want ask them to suck my dong
Respect
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
!@#$%^&*(
On a boat ride!

~~~~~

If you know what the song is, I’ll love you forever.

PLATONICALLY

anonymous asked:

Yo serious question that I'm expecting at least 20 paragraphs for, how do I go about designing my fursona, what are some do's and dont's, things like that

OOOOHKAY! this will indeed be a bit long, so put on your safety seatbelts and helmits before we ride out on this answer.

Here’s the thing about fursonas:

the only difference between a fursona, and a regular old oc, is that a fursona is meant to specifically represent you. now it is easy, and totally acceptable to make a fursona thagt isnt very much like you at all, but i really really love the idea of designing animal human hybrids to express my inner self.

its also very very cool to me that i can see someone elses furson, and get an idea of how they view themselves. knowing that, having a cool fursona can actually make a very important first impression on the internet.

a fursona is like a business logo

SOO! after choosing an animal to represent yourself with, you just need to design a character. thats the harder, but less soul-searchy part. designing characters is something that takes a lot of artistic know-how, but basically you just need to have a good understanding of shapes, and accentuate the aspects that are important to your sona.

now i wont go off and make a big long post all about character design, theres already plenty of videos on the net that could explain that much better than i can, and i encourage going out and looking for that information if you want to improve in that area, so all im gonna say really is this:

Bottom line, they’ve gotta be interesting to look at. using big basic shapes in your design is a great way to do that.

when youre making a fursona, some things that you may want to avoid:

  • too many colors;

stick to a color pallet of only about three different colors at most, ideally. and if those three colors are close together on the color wheel, Great!!!!

  • anatomical problems;

whether its human anatomy, or animal anatomy, make sure that it all makes sense when put together. it needs to translate easily into the shape of its own, reaal creature.

  • too many points of interest;

if your sona is always dressed up in five different rave outfits at once, and has eight horns and robot limbs and wings and five eyes, it’ll be VERY hard to concentrate on that design. an extremely complicated design can work for a highly detailed portrait, but if that character is ever in motion, they’ll look terrible. also, very hard to draw, please love yourself. a good rule of thumb for design is to create a character that you can draw sequentially.

Other than all that, its pretty much just have fun and be yourself!!!!!! find a creative way to express your inner self through character design!!!!! making your fursona should ultimately be fun for you.

im not very good at articulating my thoughts, because im autistic as FUCK, so i apologize for this post being all over the dang place. but here are some other sources to look at in order to learn more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euTe191sAWg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxNUIRVOmMw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvbfcmXpepw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1JdiZBv47Y

to make a good fursona, you need to understand 2 things:

yourself

your animal

after that, its all just the jazz of putting the two together.

Our group had just set up camp in a haunted graveyard, huddled together around a small fire. While food cooked and people began to settle down, our Tiefling bard (me) decided to play on the atmosphere and tell a scary story.

Bard (me) OOC: Can I tell “man door hand hook car door”?

DM: Make it period-appropriate and you’re good.

Bard: One night, a man and his wench go out for a carriage ride under the moonlight. They stop at on the side of the road, and he turns to his wench and says: 

“Darling, I love you very much.”

“What is it, honey?”

“Our horse has stopped moving. I think its leg is broken. I’ll walk to get it some food.”

“Okay, I’ll stay here and look after our guitar. There has been word in the town of guitars being stolen.”

“Good idea. Keep the carriage doors locked no matter what. I love you sweaty.”

So the man left to get oats for the horse. After two hours the wench says, “Where is my gentleman? He was supposed to be back by now.”

Then, the wench hears a scratching sound, and a voice saying “LET ME IN.”

The wench doesn’t do it, and after awhile goes to sleep. The next morning she wakes up and finds her man still not there. She gets out to check and man door hand hook carriage door. 

Otayuri Headcanons

- Before they got together everyone just assumed they were dating
- Yuri fixes his hair before facetiming Otabek
- They share socks (even wearing each other’s as good luck during competitions)
- Otabek steals glances at Yuri whenever he can
- Otabek prefers to stay in but Yuri drags him out just so he can ride on the back of Beka’s bike
- Yuri has started putting his arms around Beka instead of holding onto the seat of the bike
- The first time this happened Otabek got so flustered that he almost swerved off the road (which only tightened Yuri’s grip on him)
- Otabek is the only person who gets to see Yurio’s soft side (the boy is wrapped around his finger)
- Lots of cuddles surrounded by big stuffed animals
- Otabek LOVES to watch Yuri skate because it’s the softest he’ll be in public, and he could sit there and watch him for hours
- Stealing each other’s jackets and not saying anything about it
- Beka’s music taste rubbing off on Yurio (even if he doesn’t want to admit it he loves listening to Beka’s music because it makes him feel like he is with him even when he isn’t)
- They’re so close that the other skaters just refer to them as a whole sometimes
- Otabek was the first to say he likes Yuri, but only because it slipped out (he couldn’t help himself)
- Not big on kissing and such in public, but stand very close to each other at all times
- JAWLINE KISSES

Yang's 'Bike'

So all this bullshit discourse about what Bmblb is really about got me thinking…

What if the characters begin using Yang’s bike as a euphemism or a metaphor for Blake so Yang can talk about her feelings without being direct…

Like…

Yang: I was kinda mad at my bike for disappearing for a while but now I’m just really sad and I miss her… err it.

And eventually Weiss and Ruby just roll with the euphemism and begin referring to Blake as ‘Yang’s bike’

Which inevitably leads to the obvious joke…

Jaune: Yang looks pretty tired, what was she out riding her bike all night?

Weiss: *Chokes* Ruby: *Spit take*

anonymous asked:

-whispers- Even after ten years of marriage, Derek still blushes and gets flustered whenever Stiles treats Derek like he's the best thing in the world and deserves to be treasured. (Which happens almost daily)

Ways in which Stiles Stilinski, after ten years of marriage, still shows one Derek Hale that he’s the best thing in the world and deserves to be treasured:

  1. Belly rubs (it’s gotten to the point where Derek doesn’t even have to be in his wolf form to feel good when this happens)
  2. Making a three hour drive to Derek’s favourite patisserie in order to get Derek’s favourite hybrid baked good: the dookie. A cookie/ doughnut heavenly combo which Stiles, like the dutiful husband he is, only takes one bite out of during the entire ride home
  3. Massages in the bath
  4. Bookmarking Derek’s page in the book he was reading when he nods off mid-sentence and carefully placing it beside him
  5. Lying around the house naked, quoting random history facts because Derek is a history nerd loser who gets off on Stiles’ ability to remember things like, “did you know ancient Egyptian women enjoyed legal and economical equality with men? Socially, things still sucked, but, you know, go ancient legal systems.”
  6.  Going off on angry rants when someone deliberately objectifies Derek even though it’s clear Derek is uncomfortable: “and while we’re on the topic, Deborah, I suggest you take an anatomy class because the last time I checked a person’s eyes are not on their ass. Did you fail high school or something?” 
  7. Getting up early every Christmas day and dedicating three very meaningful hours to Derek’s birthday. Sometimes this means three hours of very tender sex, sometimes it means giving Derek a head massage while they watch a movie or Derek reads the new book Stiles always gets him for his birthday, without fail
  8. Briefly squeezing Derek’s shoulder after an argument to let Derek know he isn’t going anywhere and that he still loves him, even if he is fucking pissed at him
  9. Still calling or texting Derek randomly during the day to tell him something funny that just happened or that he misses him
  10. Only going to Derek when his head gets too loud, too much. Trusting Derek with that.
Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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Ride Me (M) ~ Jungkook

I wrote this at 2 am and a mystic messenger chat opened so I delayed writing oops

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.3k

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook had an obsession. Being young, his hormones ran wild. Meaning that Jungkook was horny all the time. Before concerts, after concerts, while filming ‘Bangtan Gayo’, everywhere.

But that was only part of it. His sex drive was extremely high, not that you minded, but it was high enough that you had to at least give him a blowjob daily.

Jungkook loved anything to do with riding. He wasn’t always submissive, but when you were getting him off, riding in some way always came out of his mouth.

‘Ride my face.’

‘Ride my cock, babygirl.’

‘Ride my thigh, I know you like that.’

Today, it was almost a repeat of last night. Except that it never got boring. He always made sure you enjoyed it, throwing in new kinks frequently. They were in the middle of filming for the 14th episode of Bangtan Gayo. During a short break, Jungkook sent you a text.

'I miss you.’

You looked up from your chair, locking eyes with him immediately. The hair stylist was adjusting his hair, with a comb before walking away, trading places with the makeup artist. She handed him his chapstick, letting him apply it while the reapplied a little bit of his concealer. His eyes were on you and as soon as she took the chapstick and walked away, he smirked and raised and eyebrow at you.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, deciding not to text him back for a few minutes. When he realized you didn’t type a reply, his eyebrows furrowed and he took his seat. As soon as they started filming, Jungkook was focused on the game. Jimin was currently guessing what Seokjin had drawn when you sent him a text.

'Really Jungkookie? What should i do about that?’

He jumped as he felt his phone vibrate and he wanted to see what it said. He turned to the side, out of the cameras view and quickly unlocked his phone, reading the text.

He scoffed and typed a reply in only a few seconds, 'You know what I want. Be ready for when we get home.’

And he turned around and acted like nothing happened, quickly getting back into filming.

“Chim? (Spit)” Jimin guessed, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what in the world Seokjin was drawing.

“ChimChim?” Jungkook laughed as he already knew what Seokjin was drawing. Jimin only guessed one correctly and it was Taehyung’s turn. You rolled your eyes, surprised on how he switched so quickly. He crossed one leg over the other and left his hands in his lap, and thats when you started smirking. He could feel your gaze and you watched as he avoided it completely, trying to joke around with Namjoon to get rid of his boner.

You were proud as he stood up, he wasn’t hard. You smiled to yourself as he shot a quick glance at you, showing off how he quickly got himself under control. They finished the episode and as soon as he got to leave, he grabbed onto you and went home as quickly as possible.

“Yah. Someone’s eager.” You smirk as he pulls you into the house. You’ll even admit that you were wet, Jungkook had you thinking the entire time.

He quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging onto him for dear life. He laughed and laid you down, beginning to kiss you softly. You hummed into the kiss as his hands began to roam your body. They went down to your hips and he flipped you both over so you were above him.

“Undress,” he ordered.

You quickly pulled off your shirt and unclipped your bra, leaving you with just your jeans and panties. Jungkook’s jeans were tight and black, practically suffocating his cock. But he held on as you pulled off your jeans and panties, throwing them onto the ground with your other clothes.

“Ride my thigh,” he sighs, placing you directly on it. A leg was on either side and he smirked as he watched what the hardness of the muscles did to you immediately. You adjusted your position slightly before beginning to move back and forth, rubbing your clit against his clothed thigh. Jungkook leaned forward and began sucking on your neck, leaving dark red marks on the skin. He bit down on the skin of your collarbone, and then ran his tongue over it, slightly soothing the now broken blood vessels.

You moaned out at the pain but the pleasure you felt at once, you began moving faster and made sure that your clit came in direct contact with his jeans. He flexed his thigh as you moved, the sudden hardness of the clothed muscle against your clit making you whine.

“You like when I do that? Huh,” he flexed his thigh again and you bit your lip, feeling yourself nearing your high. He continued to flex it and just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he grabbed onto your hips and stopped you from moving.

“Sit on my face.“

“What?”

“You heard me, do what I said.”

You nodded and moved up to hover his face. Your hands went to the headboard and his arms hooked around your thighs, locking you in place. Without a warning, he pulled you down and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, circling over the bud of nerves before sucking on it. You shivered and moaned, trying to move with the pace of his tongue but he held onto you tightly so that you were unable to move. He groaned at your taste, the wetness was dripping onto his tongue and he licked it all up. Jungkook pushed his tongue into your entrance and you cried out his name, “Jungkook! Oh!”

Continuing the same pattern as before, he hummed against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You saw stars as your orgasm washed over you, legs shaking in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. He loved the taste of you and kept licking over your entrance until he collected all of the cum he could.

“Good girl. You took that well,” he compliments as you literally rip his clothes off. As soon as he felt your hands on his shaft, he almost exploded.

“(Y/N), don’t. The only place I’ll be coming tonight is inside of you. Ride me,” he says, voice almost dropping an octave.

You nod and quickly line him up with your entrance, slowly sliding down on him. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and started helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Jungkook knew he wouldn’t last long at all, his thumb quickly rubbed your clit as he thrust up to meet your hips, pushing even deeper and right against your spot. He held on as long as he possibly could, determined to get you to cum first.

“Ah! Jungkook!” You cried, walls clenching around him during your release. You could feel his cock twitch as he groaned, releasing into you, slightly whimpering as you tightened around his sensitive member. You could feel the warmth of his cum as it laced your walls with as much as it could.

As you lifted yourself off of him, you softly sighed at the feeling of his cum, slowly sliding out of your entrance. He groaned and turned away, “Go shower before you make me hard again.”

You slid your fingers over your entrance and collected his cum on them before sucking on your fingers in front of him.

“Aish, go do what I told you,” he rolls his eyes and covers his face. Only removing them when he’s sure you walked out of the room and into the shower.

Not Just Friends || Jughead Jones

Request: ‘Jughead x Reader where he has a wet dream and then when he confronts the reader it gets steamy?’ -by Anon

A/N: I am sinning again but hey, I kind of like how this turned out. Feel free to request more and tell me any details you guys want so I can make it more like what you wanted!

Warnings: smut, sin, and swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Hips grinding into the sheets, groan, tug, repeat. Jughead didn’t dream to begin with, especially not about fucking. In the dream he snapped his hips against yours, kissing your neck and moaning into your ear, hands tangled in your hair.

In reality his face was pressed against his pillow, hips stuttering against his mattress, and the hands that he thought were in your hair, were gripping the bed roughly, tugging lightly with each groan that passed his lips.

This went on for a few minutes, moans becoming louder and more frequent, hips stuttering more often, movements getting sloppier as his body came closer to finishing.

His eyes snapped open as his hips ground forward, orgasm flowing through him as he moved his hips a bit more lightly, riding out the orgasm with a low groan into his pillow.

Lazily rolling onto his back, he sighed as he rubbed his face, tired eyes scanning the room that wasn’t actually yours. Checking the time he groaned, for once thankful that he lived alone at the drive-in, no embarrassing conversations about why he was groaning so sexually, so early in the morning.

He changed and did his usual morning routine, making sure he was ready for school and trying to forget about the shameful, sexual dream he had. However, upon arriving at the school and quickly seeing you approaching, he realized it would be nearly impossible to forget.

Biting his lip, he quickly dismissed the thought, ‘she’s your best friend, Jug. Don’t screw it up’ he groaned mentally at his conscious, forcing a smile on as you finally reached him.

A smirk quickly took over your face, “you’re making that face that you always make when you’re thinking way too hard, Jug. You realize it’s gonna give you wrinkles, right?” you said teasingly, causing the beanie wearing boy to roll his eyes, failing to hide a smile.

Wrapping an arm around you, he mumbled a brief “you know me so well” before yawning. From the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head, “did you sleep less than usual too? I bet you stayed up writing about Jason again, or maybe you were thinking about how in love with me you are” you said with a nudge, and the boy stiffened for a moment.

Quickly realizing you were joking he moved his arm that was around your shoulders, shoving it in his pocket instead as he laughed, “totally, I couldn’t stop imagining us, together riding off into the sunset like some bad romance movie” he retaliated, lips curling into a fond smile as you rolled your eyes, gasping overdramatically.

The moment was ruined as the familiar sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls, causing your eyes to widen as you ran to your next class, shouting a rushed “we’ll talk later!” as you did.

The raven haired boy walked to his class, mind racing as he began to stress over what he should do about his dream. Most of the day was spent like this, going back and forth between his options, to tell you about how he felt and the dream, or to hide it and pine after you silently and desperately.

By the end of the day you had realized the boy was thinking, but you didn’t know about what, and didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts. To say you were surprised when he lead you to his ‘home’ at the drive-in, claiming he had to tell you something important,  was an understatement.

Deciding not to express your shock, you leaned against the wall and watched him carefully as he paced. Just as you were about to speak he raised a hand, “Don’t say anything, not one thing. I need to let this out right now before I decide to chicken out of it” he sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours anxiously.

Concern flooded your being, and you nodded quickly as he began to speak, “I like you, I really like you- hell I love you, (Y/N). I have to tell you this because we’re best friends, and I had this really weird dream that you should not have about your best friend. You definitely don’t have to return the feelings but please just don’t-” his rambling was cut off as you kissed him roughly.

His hands immediately gripped your hips and he almost moaned at the satisfaction of kissing you. Meanwhile you tugged off his hat, letting your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting and deepening the kiss.

In no time the boy picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you got shoved against the closest wall roughly, hips bucking forward seeking friction. Both of you kissed each other sloppily, your hands yanked off his shirt, tossing it in the same direction his hat went, while his groped your breasts, moving to tug your shirt off afterwards as well.

Your hands ran along his chest, “Jug, bed” you managed to mumble between messy kisses, said boy obediently moving the steamy session to his bed, laying you down and crawling over you, immediately grinding down again for even more friction.

He groaned lowly, unclipping your bra and tossing it in a random direction, and you took the opportunity to flip your position, Jughead now underneath you, panting with half-lidded eyes.

Grinning, you straddled him and kissed along his neck, sucking lightly until you heard a high moan. You quickly abused the spot, sucking harshly and nipping at it, feeling Jughead’s hands gripping your hips roughly as he groaned and panted heavily, pants becoming noticeably tighter.

Feeling the hardness against your thigh, you smirked mischievously as you slowly lowered yourself, undoing his pants and taking them off, mouthing and jacking his member lightly, causing his pants and groans to become more frequent.

Before you could get too far, he put a hand on your shoulder, “Not this time” he mumbled lazily, smirking as he flipped you again, taking off whatever clothing you had left, doing the same to himself and kissing you roughly, teasing you as he slowly inched into you.

A sexually frustrated groan tumbled from your lips as you tried to push yourself onto him, his hands preventing you from doing so. After a few moments he got rather impatient, deciding to save the teasing for another time as he fully entered you, groaning at the new feeling, you doing the same.

He quickly snapped his hips against yours a few times, one of your hands tangling in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck. One of his hands moved to support himself so he wouldn’t fall onto you, his other one groping you once more.

You groaned loudly, panting heavily and letting your eyes squeeze shut as you bucked involuntarily, causing a similar but lower groan to leave the boys lips. He bit his lip and continued moving his hips, head falling into your neck as he kissed and sucked at it, pausing occasionally as he panted heavily.

Toes curling at the feeling, your head tilted back and you bit your lip, “Jug, pick up the pace” you muttered into his ear, moaning as he did as told, smirking into your neck before grunting as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get a better angle and you lost it as he hit your g-spot, moaning obscenely and more frequently. It didn’t take long for Jughead to speed up even more as he realized what happened, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him slightly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach, “Jug, don’t stop because ‘m gonna cum” you panted, knot snapping as white flooded your vision, all your senses stopping for a moment.

Jughead grunted a few times as he felt himself cum, riding out his orgasm and thrusting into you a few more times, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. He pulled out after a moment, eyes opening as he flopped down onto his bed next to you, your own eyes opening again as well.

You heard a sigh next to you, head turning to see Jughead smiling to himself dreamily, “hey, Jug you look more insane than happy” you teased, “better than the dream?” you added with a raised brow, causing the boy to snort quietly, “way better” he whispered, turning to you and kissing you gently.

Wrapping his arms around you, he shut his eyes again, dozing off. You smiled at his sleeping figure, dozing off yourself, thinking about what the next day would have in store for you and your dark haired companion.

Originally posted by bugheadjones-the-third

Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

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