oxygen supplies

Trump doesn’t want Puerto Rico to receive donations and supplies from other countries other then the USA! He won’t allow entrance of ships from Allie countries. The media is lying to you. Demand the truth!!!!!!!! We are without food, water, electricity, gas, medical supplies, diesel, propane and oxygen! Your supplies are not getting here! They are telling you that we are receiving them but companies are gathering the supplies you send and reselling them from a higher price!!!!! USA military is here and they are out in the streets with machine guns and granades. Share this people need to know the truth from civilians living here!

Avoid some of the Main Brain Damaging Habits

1. No Breakfast – People who don’t eat breakfast have lower blood sugar levels. This can lead to an insufficient supply of nutrients to the brain (and to underperformance in terms of thinking, processing , retrieval and memory skills).

2. Overreacting – This can flood the brain with chemical which interferes with clear thinking, logical analysis and memory.

3. Smoking – This can cause a shrinkage in the brain, and possibly lead to Alzheimer’s disease.

4. High Sugar Consumption – Consuming too much sugar interferes with the absorption of proteins and nutrients. These are essential for healthy brain development.

5. Air Pollution – The brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air decreases the supply of oxygen to the brain. Again, this can reduce and interfere with the brain’s healthy functioning.

6. Sleep Deprivation – Sleep allows our brain to rest and rejuvenate itself. Long term sleep deprivation accelerates the death of brain cells. It interferes with putting down new memory traces, effective problem solving and memory retention.

7. Exercising your Brain in Times of Illness – Working or studying during times of sickness can lead to a ineffective thinking, poor processing, and to poor memory and retention.

8. Lack of Stimulation – Thinking is the best way to train our brain. Lack of stimulation can prevent new neural pathways from forming. It can also prevent us from reaching our potential in terms of creative thinking and analytical thinking. Source: The World Health Organisation

Ride (Jimin/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jimin smut where you like to ride his thigh and he have fetishist for ur boobs because they’re kind of sensitive? Anyway bless this blog

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,285+

Author: Admin Em

Summary: Each moment spent with Jimin was incredibly precious to both of you. And well those precious moments had some extra special times, times where you and Jimin would be one, panting, groaning sweaty bodies moving in sync…. 

Tags: Thigh riding, slight babygirl!kink, porn with little plot, etc. 

Originally posted by sosjimin


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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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Put to the Test: Orion Service Module

Blasted with sound, shaken for hours and pyro detonated, the Orion Service Module Completes Ground Tests at our Glenn Research Center

We recently completed a structural integrity evaluation on the test version of the Orion service module at our Plum Brook Station in Sandusky, Ohio. Designed to ensure the module can withstand launch atop the Space Launch System (SLS) rocket, the battery of tests was conducted in stages over a 16-month period.

The 13-ton European service module will power, propel and cool Orion, while supplying vital oxygen and water to its crew during future missions.

The Powerhouse: Space Launch System and Orion

Our Space Launch System is an advanced launch vehicle that will usher in a new era of human exploration beyond Earth’s orbit. SLS, with its unparalleled power and capabilities, will launch missions to explore deep-space destinations aboard our Orion spacecraft.

What is Orion? Named after one of the largest constellations in the night sky and drawing from more than 50 years of spaceflight research and development, the Orion spacecraft will be the safest, most advanced spacecraft ever built. It will be flexible and capable enough to take astronauts to a variety of deep destinations, including Mars.

Welcome to the Buckeye State

In November 2015, the full-sized test version of the Orion service module arrived at Cleveland Hopkins Airport aboard an Antonov AN-124. After being unloaded from one of the world’s largest transport aircraft, the module was shipped more than 50 miles by truck to Plum Brook for testing.

Spread Your Wings

The first step of the service module’s ground test journey at Plum Brook’s Space Power Facility, saw one of its 24-foot solar array wings deployed to verify operation of the power system. The test confirmed the array extended and locked into place, and all of the wing mechanisms functioned properly.

Can You Hear SLS Now?

The SLS will produce a tremendous amount of noise as it launches and climbs through our atmosphere. In fact, we’re projecting the rocket could produce up to 180 decibels, which is louder than 20 jet engines operating at the same time.

While at the Reverberant Acoustic Test Facility, the service module was hit with more than 150 decibels and 20-10,000 hertz of sound pressure. Microphones were placed inside the test environment to confirm it matched the expected acoustic environment during launch.

After being blasted by sound, it was time to rock the service module, literally.

Shake Without the Bake 

Launching atop the most powerful rocket ever built – we’re talking more than eight million pounds of thrust – will subject Orion to stresses never before experienced in spaceflight.

To ensure the launch doesn’t damage any vital equipment, the engineering team utilized the world’s most powerful vibration table to perform nearly 100 different tests, ranging from 2.5 Hz to 100 Hz, on the module in the summer of 2016. 

Gotta Keep ‘Em Separated

The team then moved the Orion test article from the vibration table into the high bay for pyroshock tests, which simulated the shock the service module will experience as it separates from the SLS during launch.

Following the sound, vibration and separation tests, a second solar array wing deployment was conducted to ensure the wing continued to properly unfurl and function.

Headed South for the Summer

The ground test phase was another crucial step toward the eventual launch of Exploration Mission-1, as it validated extensive design prep and computer modeling, and verified the spacecraft met our safety and flight requirements.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com

Say My Name

Originally posted by bangtan-life13

Say My Name
Ship:
Demon!Jungkook | Reader
Description: The demons aren’t just in your head. They’re also in your bed. But whatever you do, don’t say their name.
Warning: Intercourse, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk?, Slight Overstimulation
Word Count: 3,081
A/N: Inspired from this FMV from this ask. Holy fucking shiiiit I thought I loved Sub!Kook more but now I’m conflicted even MORE.

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DIY Turmeric Rose Face Mask clarifying skin mask for a glowing complexion🍯

My absolute favorite mask! Turmeric has long been used in ancient Ayurvedic body treatments & beauty rituals. It won’t turn your skin yellow. Instead, after the mask & moisturizing, your skin will glow radiantly.

Turmeric: antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, antiviral, antibacterial, & anti fungal. It helps w/ acne, anti-aging, skin brightening, & inflammation.

Yogurt: lactic acid in yogurt dissolves dead skin cells, exfoliates skin, helps to decrease wrinkles, while the zinc takes care of acne. It’s gentle & smooth enough that it won’t dry out your skin.

French rose clay: mild form of clay from France rich in iron oxide which gives it the rose color. Removes excess oil & impurities/toxins from the skin by exfoliating & cleansing in a gentle manner. Shrinks pores, improves the blood circulation by bringing in the essential oxygen supply to the skin, which in turn results in a glowing skin.

Rose water: Balances the PH of our skin & clears acne. Improves circulation. Antiseptic, great for acne causing bacteria w/ regular use as a skin toner. Benefits sensitive, irritated, dry, & even oily skin complexions by controlling sebum production, reducing inflammation, allowing the outer skin barrier to heal & repair itself. Tightens the pores. Helps lighten hyper-pigmentation over time with regular use.

Honey: antibacterial, anti-acne, moisturizing, super soothing, & anti-aging.

Ingredients: 1 tbsp French rose clay (from Amazon) 1 tsp plain yogurt or kefir (I used goats milk yogurt) ½ tsp turmeric powder ½ tsp rosewater (any brand, I used Heritage) ½ tsp honey

✨Combine rose clay & turmeric powder in a small bowl. Mix in the rosewater and yogurt until a thick wet paste is made. If your mixture is too watery, add more clay and mix until a thicker consistency is reached. Gently apply to the face and neck. Allow to dry for 15-20 minutes. Rinse well to avoid staining clothing or sheets. Pat dry. Apply favorite plant-based oil afterwards. I apply Prickly Pear Face Serum from my own @folieapothecaryline. Can use 1x a week.

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The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table

Originally posted by pcyeolkenthusiast

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Chanyeol x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,7k *sigh* did I just? yes, I just wrote my longest fic ever about this

Children, never sleep on your drafts for 6 months bc it’s hell :) I hope you enjoy reading~



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Park Chanyeol, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 

Enjoy! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 


The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 


Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.


Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 


Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  


Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 


Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 


Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 


You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 


Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 


You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.


You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.


Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 


You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 


Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 


You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”


You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 


Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 


Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 


You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 


Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 


Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 


You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 


“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 


You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 


“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 


Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 


Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 


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deh apartment hcs

so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??

(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)

(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)


alana:

  • ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
  • it would probably be like a medium size ya know
  • white walls.
  • lots of white walls.
  • and there would be like really pretty marble countertops 
  • her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
  • in a pattern tho
  • like a cute pottery barn one
  • OH
  • she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
  • like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
  • anyway
  • idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif 
  • but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
  • like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
  • (except for zoe)
  • (zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
  • but it would be like 
  • “hello who is this?”
  • “alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
  • “… ok then what’s your middle name”
  • “aLANA”
  • but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
  • so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
  • like she would pick out furniture at age six
  • (her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
  • and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
  • like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
  • “hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
  • (i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
  • i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
  • yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice

zoe:

  • her apartment would be rad okay
  • i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
  • not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
  • what am i even saying
  • okay
  • so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
  • like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
  • but yellow specifically
  • she just seems like a yellow person
  • she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
  • wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
  • like when everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
  • evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
  • connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
  • there’s no in between
  • alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
  • or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
  • a w 
  • jared would just draw memes 
  • i think we can all agree on that one
  • but annyyywwayy
  • she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
  • like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
  • or garage sales
  • and get the cutest stuff 
  • her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
  • l o t s of tapestries
  • don’t fight me on this
  • it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
  • (but she would for sure have a few of those too)
  • it would be like really cool unique stuff
  • lots of maps of the world
  • tie dye
  • ya kniw
  • they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
  • she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
  • and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room 
  • all pics of her frands and stuff
  • awwww zoe
  • she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
  • (btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
  • (but anyway)
  • like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
  • so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
  • and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
  • ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff

evan:

  • evan’s apartment would be v small
  • he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
  • (but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place) 
  • he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
  • he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
  • (ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
  • (i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
  • his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
  • bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
  • but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
  • (uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
  • he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
  • and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
  • he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
  • like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
  • and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
  • and it would encourage him to keep going
  • wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
  • ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
  • he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
  • like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
  • but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
  • (idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
  • but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
  • he would have s o many succulents
  • he would name them all
  • aaaaaaaAaAAAA
  • and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
  • even though it was small he really loved his apartment
  • bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
  • so it was like his baby
  • yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!

connor:

  • connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
  • like everything would be super super high quality and nice 
  • he would so have a recliner chair
  • you know the one i’m talking about okay
  • and he would spend most of his time in there
  • even though he def has a huge nice sectional
  • (btw most of his furniture is black)
  • when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
  • but even always wanted to cuddle
  • so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee
  • connor just scooched over
  • and evan was like “??”
  • but just went over to him
  • and they were kinda squished but they loved it 
  • bc they were so close to eachother
  • AW IM SCREECHING
  • but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
  • his kitchen would be p nice too
  • like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
  • but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
  • (btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
  • his room would be nice
  • he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
  • omg evan would l o v e his bed
  • like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
  • (plus connor’s bed also has connor)
  • (anywho)
  • his walls would be like a greyish blue color
  • but his furniture would still be all black
  • he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
  • and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
  • at all times
  • partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
  • but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
  • and he always ends up loosing them
  • oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB
    like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies 
  • and the water pressure is a plus
  • and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
  • (i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
  • but connor would spend SO much time there
  • so would evan tbh
  • so yeh

jared:

  • ok guys
  • hear me out on this one
  • but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
  • like,,, actually very nice
  • they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
  • the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
  • they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
  • but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk
  • because this place was nice
  • like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
  • (which wasn’t saying much but still)
  • he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
  • they would all have their own that they used
  • and his tv would be poppin okay
  • he would have his old wii hooked up to it
  • and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
  • jared always insisted on being wario
  • for the Memes™
  • he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
  • and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
  • (i’m looking at u connor)
  • and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
  • but anyway
  • his room would b supa cool
  • he would have a really nice bed
  • omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w  h e r e
  • like everywhere
  • little to no wall space for anything elsee
  • every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
  • hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
  • he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
  • that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
  • he would have a tv in his room
  • not as good as his one in the living room but still
  • he has two tvs what even jared
  • that’s where he would put his xbox
  • and he would game all night man
  • ah i love jared sm

ok that’s it hope u enjoyed ahhahah

anonymous asked:

hc that trans peter has days where he doesnt feel like talking, and when he's fighting crime, Karen will say some shitty one-liners that always make him laugh, and confuse the shit out of the Bad Guys (which gives Peter an advantage).

sometimes peter waits by the criminals he’s webbed up until the police arrive, mostly bc he’s trying to heal his relationship with the police and show them he’s a good guy too (probably way gooder than them actually but peter won’t push his luck)

and some days he’s just in shit moods, he’s tired and grouchy whether it be from school or dysphoria or both, and sometimes he just wants to be quiet rather than risk the weight of sound come crashing down on him. it gets overwhelming, all the new sensations firing around in his brain only amplified by his spidey sense. suddenly he understands why fidget toys are so praised, spinning them around in class and at home is one of the few things these days that can just calm him down almost instantly. it’s almost as if it can get his mind to just lull into a hypnosis full of quiet.

but he forgot his spinner at home today, and even if he didn’t he isn’t sure he would want these bank robbers to see him sitting off to the side playing with some toy while they all wait for the cops. he feels like his head is falling into an ocean of black ink.

“peter, your breathing is becoming erratic, you are beginning to hyperventilate,” karen chimes happily. she’s in his suit so he’s the only one who can hear her, but he forgets that and speaks to her loudly as if she’s sat right next to him

“i think i’m going to have a meltdown or a panic attack or something everything feels so loud and bright and –”

“peter, you will be okay,” karen supplies, the same calm and cheery tone. “the authorities are only 2 minutes and 57 seconds away, until then i ask that you focus on my voice. in addition, i shall supply more oxygen to the inside of your suit.”

peter instantly felt a rush of cool air stream over his face, and his mind became slightly clearer. slightly. “okay, karen, just talk to me.” he didn’t notice the webbed up criminals gawking at him wondering if he was crazy, he tried to gather all his haywire thoughts and focus them all on karen. he’s thankful for her, she tries this sort of thing a lot and while she isn’t the best at it he will always appreciate it. over time karen has become almost like an artificial sister or cousin

“knock knock”

peter huffed. “really, karen?”

“knock knock,” karen said more persistently

“who’s there?”

“orange”

peter groaned, laughing slightly. he didn’t notice that his chest no longer felt as tight. “oh my god. orange who?”

“the orange is the fruit of the citrus species citrus crossed sinensis in the family rutaceae. it is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related citrus crossed aurantium, referred to as bitter orange.”

peter burst out laughing, not really because it was funny but because karen said it all without even a chuckle

“karen you’re so lame, i know you can tell jokes!”

“it is important to have a balanced supply of humor and information on citrus fruits, peter”

peter rolled onto his side on the dirty pavement, chuckling and feeling immensely exhausted – but he felt okay enough to get home

when the cops arrive the criminals don’t put up a fight or even make a fuss, they just climb into the back of the police car muttering “anything is better than being around that kid and his imaginary friend, thank god you got here”

@ohwhataprettypinkhat I appreciate you asking anything, and hope you enjoy the fic!

Lance groaned loudly when Allura’s voice came over the speakers, calling the paladins to the control room. They had gone on mission after mission for a week, and his body was about ready to give up whether he liked it or not. He reluctantly dragged himself up from his bed and wandered to meet the others, bones creaking in protest.

“Glad to see everyone is up and at them!” Coran piped cheerily; he was met with several pairs of sleep-deprived and cranky eyes. “Please say we’re going to the space mall or something,” Lance said, stretching luxuriously. “Hate to agree, but I don’t think I want to see anything purple ever again,” Keith grumbled. Allura brought up a large map, and the paladins inspected the glowing screen as she explained.

“Today is indeed a peaceful trip. There is a planet nearby with a species known to be friendly, and we’ll be going to negotiate an alliance.” A chorus of relieved sighs met her words, and she turned around with a solemn gaze. “This is an important mission despite its lack of violence, so I’ll need everyone,” she glared at Lance, “to take it seriously and be on their best behavior.” “You know me, princess! It’ll be a piece of cake,” Lance said, waving his hand dismissively.

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The Andromeda Initiative’s mission is one of discovery and exploration, as well as colonization. Readying personnel to journey into harsh environments - and even the void of space - was always part of the plan. Thus, the Initiative’s custom Deep Space Explorer (DSE) hardsuit is equipped with multiple environment seals, failsafes, and a hefty liquid oxygen supply, a formidable kinetic barrier generator, and an array of scientific instruments. Although many were built, most were mysteriously lost en route to Andromeda.

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Yoongs + 13 + "you look good tied up"

Originally posted by nnochu

warning: Rated M, pwp, bdsm, blindfold, spanking, sir-baby girl

It’s hard to breathe. Exhaling air into your lungs takes as much effort as lifting up a goddamn brick. A hand lands on your ass all too suddenly, receiving a surprised gasp from you and a jolt of your body away from the contact. Ghost pain lingers on your blazing skin as you struggle, turning a 90 degree angle to your left. You pant heavily, heart beating too rapidly, too erratically from the anticipation that bleeds within your chest.

“That hurt, baby?” A gravelly voice questions ominously, sound bouncing off the walls.

You let out a strangled, almost lunatic giggle, mind blank and body aching for the searing pain you were recoiling away just a minute ago. God, you’re addicted. With a low moan, you reply, “I’m sure you can do better, Yoongi.”

Instantly, the skin against skin sound pierces through the silence. Your body jumps forward in reflex, sure enough there will be bruises tomorrow but as of present, you can barely care except to egg the man on for more, more.

It feels like the air is knocked out of your lungs when a reckless hand grabs a fistful of your matted hair, pulling you up almost until you were sitting on your calves.

“It’s sir, for you baby girl.” He whispers threateningly.

You take the chance to inhale as much air as you will, chest heaving. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything and just holds you there. But you would be damned to think it as an act of mercy. You smirk into the darkness, knowing that he’s staring at your perked nipples. The two little nubs basically begging for him to wrap his mouth around them.

Much to your dismay, Yoongi releases you, the gesture anything but considerate. Once again you’re face planting into the pillow, struggling to find a good enough angle to crank your neck to ensure the availability of your oxygen supply. You whine childishly, not expecting him to recoil from the ravishing sight of your tantalizing mounds right in his face.

“It seems you have a long way before you learn your lesson, baby girl.” Yoongi says casually but you know there’s nothing casual about the way the sentence ends with a low blow of air through his mouth - it’s merciless.

“Yoongi?” Your heart skips a beat, the excitement vaporizing into a cloud of dread as you hear his departing footsteps.

“I have to go to work, while I’m away, you can reflect on your actions and decide if that pussy of yours deserves my dick.” With that, the shuffling continues - he’s collecting his coat, the short interval and the brief click tells you he just put on his watch and standing in front of the mirror that conveniently and directly faces the bed where he can fully see your ass sticking in the air, struggling fruitlessly.

“God damn it, Yoongi!” You huff in frustration, “I swear if you don’t untie me right now, I’ll kill you.” You hiss, fucked out and no longer up for games.

Oh but, Yoongi smirks, it’s not a game. Naughty girls should be punished, and this is your punishment - to squirm and struggle under your binds, thighs slick with your own arousal but denied of the relief you oh so desire.

“Yoongi, please.” You whimper.

How he loves the sweet plea rolling off your tongue. “If only you’d be this submissive from the beginning, we wouldn’t be sexually frustrated for the rest of the day.” He sighs as though deeply disappointed, “But you just had to give us both a hard time, ___.”

You’re silent for the shortest moment before the protests resume, coming in tenfold as reality dawned on you. Yoongi was a man of his words. What he says, he does.

“Don’t leave me like this.” You say through gritted teeth, “At least let me suck your dick.” The proposition would’ve come back at you in due time and you would regret saying such words but at the moment, you could care less. All you want is his dick buried so deep in your throat, you’re struggling to not gag. The thought alone makes your mouth water.

Yoongi falters, his step now halted as he ponders of the delightful offer. But all too soon, he’s turning on his heels but not without one last glance of your beautiful physique on the bed, painting the image inside his head - the image that he’ll come home to and will still be there for him to fuck. With that in mind, Yoongi continues his strut out.

“You look good tied up, baby.”

Comet friend is not human and he is sickly so sometimes he has a tube in his nose that supplies him oxygen and medicinal plant juices. He also looks so strange without his nose bandaid.🔫🔫🔫☁️☁️☁️

How to use a vacuum cleaner

Patton’s appreciation week is almost at its end. Hereby day 6, prompt b. Also, big thanks to my best friend for reacting like this to a spider in her room, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought of it :)

Summary: Patton ‘tries’ to kill a spider.

Pairing: none.

Triggers/warnings: spiders. Let me know if I need to tag anything else.

Words: 1811.


Patton breathed out in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart. “Okay, champ, it’s alright. You can do this.”

He clutched the rod of the vacuum cleaner closer to his chest and kicked the ground thingy that was usually attached to the rod out of the way, eyes trained on the wall opposite him. It had taken him a few failed attempts to plug the chord in without looking, but he couldn’t risk looking away. He knew from experience that those monsters disappeared as soon as he took his eyes off them.

He took a small step forward, barely a whole foot in front of the other, all while muttering encouragements to himself. Two minutes later, he’d finally made it halfway across the room. His hands shook and so did his bottom lip. He bit down on it to keep the tears in. If he cried his vision would get blurry, and then he might lose sight of the dreadful creature.

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