quite fitting i guess

Tease (m)

Word Count: 3,613

Warning: Jungkook Smut

“Please, Y/N. Just one more time,” he begs, and that’s the only trigger you really needed.
You groan, opening the door fully so he can come in. He doesn’t get a chance to do that himself, though, for you grab him by his tshirt and pull him inside instead. You lean into the wall, pulling him closer to you. “One more time? You fucking liar,” you sneer before throwing your hands around his neck to kiss him.
He isn’t prepared for the moment your lips collide, making him gasp so that you can move your tongue in. That in turn makes him put your hands on your face with force, almost hurting you with how tightly he holds your wrists.
“God, I missed this,” he mumbles, looking you in the eyes as if he’s never longed for anything this badly. 

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jieun is tired of your shit

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More Emperor’s Children!

While I was waiting for some magnets to arrive I decided to not be idle and paint up some more basic tactical marines with bolters for my pre-Heresy Emperor’s Children. Rather than complete more of the Mark IV marines from Betrayal at Calth, however, I decided to complete five of the Mark III marines from Burning of Prospero. This way I still got some of the more menial regular troops completed while still changing things up a bit to what I had just previously finished.

My original plan was to paint a sergeant in Mark IV armour along with a marine with a missile launcher and three with swappable weapons, but as I mentioned the magnets I needed to do that hadn’t arrived yet. Now, however I will be able to work on that and be able to use some of my fancy Forge World bits too!

I like how these models came out. I think they look quite pretty! At first I wasn’t sure if I liked the Mark III armour as much as the Mark IV, but now that I see them finished I have to say I like them just as much!

They’re a bit of a departure from most of the space marines I’ve painted as they have the layered armour on the back with the wide plates on the front. Also no harness of anything on their chests was a little different. Still enjoyable in those differences, however.

Of course there’s more opportunity for gold embellishments on the Mark III armour which is a little different. They certainly got the thicc compared to the Mark IV! Especially on the shoulder pad trim.

I included a bunch of bits from the Betrayal at Calth set since the Burning of Prospero didn’t come with as many accessories. I figured it would still make sense to give them some grenades and pouches here and there. After all, I’m sure marines in Mark III armour have stuff to carry too. Like tools, and ration packs, and… I don’t know chap stick? Anyway…

Next time I think I’ll highlight the tops of the backpacks a little more. They don’t look quite bright enough based on their orientation, but I guess that’s one of the aspects of painting in a sub-assembly. You have to kind of guess how everything is going to look all assembled. Speaking of the backpacks I also know for sure I will need to do a better job filling in the gaps on the tops of them. These ones come in two pieces for some reason and I grossly underestimated how much the seam would show after painting. I tried to use a little liquid green stuff to fill them but I didn’t use nearly enough!

I think some of the free-handing came out a little better on some of the “III”s I painted on the right shoulders. But still needs more practice!

Other than that they came together a little easier than the first five I completed since I’ve gone through the entire process once. However there were still a couple of mishaps. I think I angled the arms a little too high on the marine looking down the iron sights of the bolter, so when you look at it straight on the face is completely covered up. I also had a small dollop of plastic glue fall and settle on the back of one of the legs before I could catch it. Finally the combat blade I included on the backpack of one of the marines didn’t quite fit properly once everything was assembled. I guess they’re not meant to be used on the Mark III marines with that extra thick pauldron trim! It’s not too bad but the backpack is a little off center and not totally flush with the back.

I think that’s all for now then. Hope you like my progress so far. Still a long way to go but at least these are a few more that are finished! Keep an eye out for the next ones. I should be picking out all the parts soon!

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Constantine Aesthetic: MUCOUS MEMBRANE

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Stitch Fix came in. My super judgemental kid hated the pocket dress. The yellow one doesn’t quite fit. You can see two tattoos in one of these outfits. I guess I’ll keep that one.

Good Enough to Eat (M)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Starring: FemDom!reader, sub!Jimin and several special dinner guests

Summary: Dinner is served.


The table was set. The candles were lit. The champagne was perfectly chilled. The dishes were beautifully prepared.  Everything was in its place.  All that was missing were—

Ding!

Your head snapped up from the meticulously arranged place settings towards the front door.  A large grin spread across your face at the sound. “I’ll be right back,” you tossed absentmindedly over your shoulder as you sauntered towards the grand door, smoothing your hair down as you went.

“Good evening!” you greeted your guests brightly.

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That Green Timbre

“No way, those headphones die already?” the store clerk, blue polo and neon lanyard, asked Penelope when she placed the earbuds on the check-out counter.

“I’m… what?”

“You were in yesterday, right? You bought that other pair of buds yesterday.” Beep: red barcode laser, purple tone.

“Oh yeah, I guess. They just weren’t quite right.”

“Bad fit?” The clerk tugged at one of the bags. A spikey gray rustling.

“They don’t sound right.”

The clerk frowned and looked at the packaging.

“These have got the same resistance and range as the other ones.” The clerk laughed, a jittering yellow noise.

“Yeah, I know.” Penelope ran her tongue along an incisor behind a taut smile. “How about that, huh? How much.”

“Huh?”

“How much is the total?”

“Oh. 18.82.”

Penelope had just about thirty dollars in her bank account, so probably no dinner tonight. There was no guarantee these would be right.

The sound of the bubble-packaging fighting against her fingernails in the car was a kind of oozing grey-green, but finally the new, cheap headphones had been removed from their superfluous velvet bag.

Penelope plugged in the headphones she had bought last week—the most expensive brand. And plugged them into her phone. Her test song was ready, and she closed her eyes.

Pop synthesizers and drum machines, vox. The drop was coming, four-four and everything was a certain turquoise/mauve lull. When the drop came, it was a shooting green… just a little too yellow and a little too smooth.

She had her baseline. Penelope wound the track back, set the expensive headphones aside on the passenger’s seat, plugged in the new ones. The ear-inserts were uncomfortable.

Four-four and a lilting blue-green…

The drop came, and Penelope bit her lip, grinned wide.

A jagged forest green. She wound the volume up and backtracked to make sure. It was perfect. Just perfect: this was the way this song was supposed to look.

anonymous asked:

hey I saw your post about vietnamese names and i was wondering if you knew what tra giang meant. it's the name my aunt gave me when i was little but i still don't know what it means lol. thanks !

Greetings, dear. Sorry for the late reply, I’ve been super busy and have not checked my tumblr recently. I can only hope that my (rather lengthy, haha, I can never stop ranting when it comes to my country) answer content you.

About your name, Trà Giang, I have to be honest I was quite surprised at first. It is such a rare and special name, as I feel that it holds a historic longing when I read it. Though I guess it is quite fitting, considering Vietnam’s history and, if you allow me to guess, your aunt’s life during said history too. 

Trà Giang (born 1942) is a famous Vietnamese actress, known for her many roles in war movies released between 1962-1975, the time when wars ravaged Vietnam and her people. The most well-known movie in this period is probably “17th Parallel, Nights and Days”, which I highly encourage you to watch. Vietnamese people quite like to name their children after famous figures, so maybe your aunt took inspiration from this actress too.

Now, to break down the meaning of your name. “Trà” means tea in Vietnamese, “Giang” means river, and both are recurring themes of beauty in Vietnamese culture. Tea and river are noble, sublime beauties that are very closely linked to the everyday life of Vietnamese people.

In our long history, Vietnam has been an agriculture country, so tea plays a very important role in the life of the people (Vietnam is actually very famous for her tea, and the whole Northern midland is mostly used for tea industry). “Trà”, or tea, in your name represents an elegant and noble beauty of nature. Vietnamese people’s life is nurtured by tea; it can be as simple as a cup of green tea after a meal, a quick cup of iced tea in a small streetshop on the pavement, or as complex as the Art of Tea used in ceremonies and rituals. 

“Giang”, or river, is even more meaningful. As I said, Vietnam has been an agriculture country, and with river comes water, the source of all life and nourishment. In the ancient days, it was by the river that people stayed together, became families, shared all their successes and hardships, and thus our country was born. The river is the beginning, and sometimes, the end (Vietnam has to suffer through a lot of natural disasters, when rivers become floods and destroy everything). Again, the river is a very very very common theme of beauty in Vietnamese culture, especially in poetry and literature. The river is gentle, loving, but can also be forceful and violent. It is often used as a metaphor for the ups and down, the joy and sorrow of human life. But most of the time, river is depicted as the true beauty of nature, with all of its contrasting but emplementing aspects, together creating a flawless harmony (sometimes paired with many other factors such as tree, sky, sun, moon, etc…). When used in a name, “Giang” carries the hope that the child will grow into a most gentle of heart, just like how the river mother countless lives, but at the same time an exquisite strength so that child will never stop moving forward, for even the hardest of rocks have to yield before the unrelenting force of river’s flow.

Those are basically the seperated meanings. When placed together as “Trà Giang”, your name creates a beautiful picture of vast tea fields that reach the far horizon, with a river as soft and smooth as silk draped over it. An embodiment of nature - gentle, loving, peaceful - and of course all the other things that I’ve listed in the two paragraph above.

That’s about it, I think. I feel that I’ve been ranting for quite a bit much actually. If you have any more questions, or want to know more about Vietnamese culture, or just simply chat with me, feel free to leave me a message. I am always available (maybe a bit late cause you know university and work haha but well I’ll try my best).

Cheers to you!

anonymous asked:

wtf so you think aces arent lgbt? why im quite literally crying because i thought i found somewhere i fit in???? i guess not. not straight enough to be straight not queer enough to be queer

Like… are you a lesbian? Are you gay? Are you bisexual or pansexual or multiple gender attracted? Are you trans or nonbinary ? If you said yes to any of these you’re lgbt

If not I don’t hate u or dislike u & im not trying to invalidate u but lgbt just does not describe u
  • NaruHina Month Day 4: First Sleepover
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  • *at the hokage office, almost midnight*
  • Naruto: *working, working*
  • Naruto: *hears knocking on the door*
  • Naruto: Come in.
  • Hinata, Boruto, Himawari: Surprise!!
  • Naruto: *speechless* Wha..?
  • Naruto: What are you guys doing here?
  • Hinata, Boruto, Himawari: *looks at each other, smiling*
  • Himawari: Guess what, Papa? We are here.. to sleep!!
  • Naruto: *confused*
  • Hinata, Boruto, Himawari: *laughs*
  • Hinata: So, Himawari had this idea, since you're working overtime tonight, she thought it would be lonely here when it's time for you to sleep.
  • Himawari: So we decided to accompany you! Nii-san even summoned his kage bunshin to help bringing the futon *smiles proudly at his brother*
  • Boruto: Are we bothering you, Dad? We're only going to sleep. We're not going to do anything else *worried*
  • Naruto: ...
  • Naruto: *touched* No! No way! Not at all. You're not bothering me at all. I.. you guys..
  • Naruto: *hugs his family* Thank you.
  • *fifteen minutes later*
  • Boruto: *finished arranging futon* All done!
  • Naruto: The spot beside Mom is mine alright.
  • Himawari: Okaay!
  • Boruto: Ehh..? That's not how it works, Dad. We kids are supposed to be in between parents.
  • Naruto: Nope.. think about it like this, the women are supposed to be in between the men, so we, the men are protecting the women.. err, yeah kind of.
  • Boruto: Yeah.. I guess I understand what you mean, Dad. So I'm going to protect Hima and you're going to protect Mom, right?
  • Naruto: Exactly.
  • Naruto: Well, I'm going to protect you all, but you get the idea.
  • Hinata: Alright guys, Dad still has work to do, let's sleep now.
  • Naruto: Yeah, I'll be joining you soon.. I hope.
  • Hinata: *chuckles* Goodnight, Naruto-kun. Don't push yourself too hard *smiles*
  • Himawari: Goodnight, Papa!
  • Boruto: Good luck with your work, Dad!
  • Naruto: Goodnight guys, sleep well.
  • *two hours later*
  • Naruto: *lies down on futon, sighing* You're still awake.
  • Hinata: *turns around to face Naruto, smiling* Yeah.
  • Hinata: Are you okay? *concerned*
  • Naruto: Am fine. Just tired *smiles*
  • Naruto: *begins to cuddle with Hinata* By the way, this is the best idea ever *kisses Hinata's top of the head* Hima is a genius!
  • Hinata: *chuckles* I know, right.
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“The Basement” - [Sebastian S. - October/Halloween one shot]. 

Summary: There have been 26 murders in a small town. There’s a snowstorm on Halloween night, and while Sebastian and his girlfriend watch TV, a warning of a possible killing spree comes on, after victim #27 has been found.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Ambience: Snowstorm.

Notes: Horror. 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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It’s snowing. I can barely walk. The wind is pushing me back, chapping my lips, and burning my cheeks as I try to keep moving so I can get home soon, and turn on the radiator right away. The weather’s been so cruel, it’s only October. Maybe I shouldn’t complain, it’s my entire fault, I lost track of time and forgot that evenings are darker during this season, therefore colder.

Here I am facing the consequences of my carelessness, walking in the middle of a snowstorm wearing a hooded dark cloak which is far from enough. I hope I look scary at least. Not only am I risking my health but my life in general. 26 people have been murdered in the last couple months, in this small town where nothing happens. Well… it used to be peaceful; women, men, kids. The killer doesn’t discriminate.

All murders have been described the same. Victims have been choked to death with a rope. There’s been no survivors to describe the killer, but a surveillance camera did catch a glimpse of him or her not too long ago. They had to amplify the image, it wasn’t that good. The serial killer’s faceless; wears a black hoodie and a silver faceless mask.

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Thick rimmed glasses (Luke)

Y’know that nerd who always sits at the back of the classroom, scribbling down notes and pushing their thick rimmed glasses up their nose… Well that’s Luke Hemmings, the school’s biggest nerd, and my boyfriend.

Me and Luke have been dating for 4 weeks now, yet he’s still so innocent and nervous.

I’m not what you call the best student; the best student being the definition of Luke and the worst student being the definition of me; My uniform always being wrong in someway, always doing something wrong in class, that’s me!

I quietly tiptoed my way behind Luke, wrapping my arms round his waist from behind, I felt him jump.

“Y-Y/n, is th-that you?” He stuttered

“Of course it’s me, silly” I giggled, letting go of Luke as he turned round to face me.

“G-good, I-I wouldn’t w-want a-anyone else, uh, h-h-hugging me”

“I know you wouldn’t, baby” I pouted at him, looking at his lips, they looked so soft, so kissable.

“I, uh, l-love, urm”

“I love you too, Baby” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips, as he leant down. 

Our lips finally connected into a short, sweet kiss, but Luke quickly pulled away hearing one of his friends, Michael, call him from behind you.

“H-hey, Is it o-okay if I?” Luke gestured towards Michael, so I nod, knowing he want to go and talk to him.

I smiled as he walked away, he was the cutest little thing; which was quite ironic considering he was taller than half of the school.

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“Babyyyy” I whined from my spot on Luke’s bed

“Y-yea, Y/n?” He replied, his head snapping up to look at me from his spot in the floor

“Cuddle?” I jut out my bottom lip, also giving him the puppy eyes for affect

“I-I’m always u-up t-to cuddle with you.” Luke got up and laid down next to me.

“Baby, why are you so far away from me?” I frowned, scooting over next to him, resting my head on his chest

“Y/n?”

“Yea, Lukey?”

“Iloveyousomuch” he said quickly

“Could you, uh, say it slower?” I giggled

“I love you so m-much” he repeated, hoping you’d say it back

“I love you too”

“Why are you always so nervous around me? even though I think your stuttering is cute”

“You m-make me n-nervous, l-like, your so p-pretty and I’m not g-good with pretty girls o-or girls in g-general”

“But I’m your pretty girl, so there is no need to be nervous”

“We’ve been dating for 4 weeks, haven’t we?” Luke smiled goofily

“Yea, and I’ve loved it, every single bit of it. Your the best boyfriend ever, Lukey” I smiled back.

Luke took a deep inhale then exhaled, he leant in to kiss me, so I met him halfway and our lips connected.

That was the first time Luke has ever kissed me first, I always had to make the first move, other than the first ‘I love you’ Luke’s Mum helped him out with that.

Luke pulled away giggling, like a schoolgirl.

“Dork” I laughed

“Cutie-pie” Luke rubbed his nose against mine.

I took his glasses off his face, Luke’s face scrunching up, I put his glasses on my face.

“Hey! Gimme my glasses-” Luke stopped talking as he opened his eyes

“What? What did I do?”

“N-nothing, you just look really hot with my glasses on” Luke bit his lip

“Y’know, babe, you’d look so hot with a lip piercing” I told him, kissing the corner of his lips, and returning his glasses back onto his face.

“Do you wanna sleep here tonight?”

“You really think Liz would let me?”

“No but… We can always keep it our little secret, and maybe you can just stay the night here with me in my bed” Luke smirked

“Bad boy Luke, doesn’t quite fit you, Luke the nerd” I giggled, kissing him.

Luke fluff I guess maybe a part 2, request it 😊😊💕💕

Thanks for reading x

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anonymous asked:

Perhaps Sailor Pluto's skin tone changes because she takes on a mortal skin tone each time she is seen (y'know, to fit in I guess?) But it is never quite the same skin tone because it is something she consistently has to change? Like if she originally had blue skin or something, and obviously that isn't a 'normal' skin tone for earth, so she has to change her skin tone to something more 'normal'. But because it isn't normal to her, she never quite gets the same skin tone twice. I sound crazy. Ha

LOL I love this idea of chameleon Pluto.

peepskeep  asked:

How bout Antisepticeye? Mark wants to save Jack, and isn't sure how, but only gets taunted (in any way) by Anti in response

Jack’s sudden and spontaneous trip to L.A was only pretty surprising to Mark. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see Jack because he definitely was. Something about it was just throwing him off, something wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t exactly place a name on. What he knew about Jack was that sometimes Jack worried and Jack especially liked to plan. In the past when Jack was gearing up to come to California for a visit he’d always let Mark know ahead of time, he’d tell Mark all the details, flight time, where he was coming in at, where he’d be staying or if he needed a place. Jack never just showed up at Mark’s door unannounced. Yet there he was bright and early this morning standing on Mark’s doorstep, smiling wide and eyes crinkling with delight.

Mark had let him in, had shushed Chica when she started going ape-shit, barking at Jack in a way she’s never done before. He had offered Jack coffee and breakfast and marveled at the fact that Jack was so suddenly here.

Now, Jack was in the kitchen chatting with Tyler and Mark was texting Felix and Arin and anyone else that he and Jack know, asking if they knew about Jack’s trip. Maybe Jack thought he told Mark. Maybe he meant to, maybe he had and it had slipped Mark’s mind.

Mark slips back into the kitchen and Tyler has excused himself to get things ready for the day because even though Jack is here Mark still has a couple of videos to record. Jack looks at him and smiles from where he’s seated at the table, the toast Mark had made remains untouched on the plate in front of him.

“Did I manage to screw up toast?” Mark asks with a self-deprecating laugh.

Jack’s smile is bigger but strange too, like suddenly all his teeth don’t quite fit right in his mouth.

“No, no. It’s fine…I guess the flight kinda killed my appetite.”

“Okay,” Mark says, “You want something else? Or we could order out?”

Jack shakes his head.

Mark leans against the kitchen counter, “So, I like your new hair color. You went a bit darker?”

Jack touches his hair as if he just remembered he had any at all and nods, “Yeah, darker.”

Mark’s eyebrows inch together and he pushes away from the counter, “Jack, are you alright? You seem a little…” well, Mark doesn’t know what he seems like. He waves his hand back and forth like it’ll be enough of a gesture, enough to convey what he means.

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anonymous asked:

What are the ugliest and most grotesque animation frames from AOSTH, Satam and Underground?

That’s actually quite tough, but I guess these would fit under the ‘grotesque’ category.

AoStH

Underground


SatAM I haven’t gotten that deep into but Snivley has some moments.

Anon prompted (shortened): Mpreg!Kurt verse in which Kurt and Blaine announce the name of the baby to their family and friends. 

I changed your original prompt a tiny bit, anon, I hope you don’t mind. <3

Miscarriage
Pregnancy

TEXT US WHEN YOU’RE BEHIND THE DOOR!
DO NOT RING THE BELL!
DO NOT KNOCK!
IF YOU WAKE THE BABY YOU’RE NOT WELCOME!

“You really think that’s necessary?” Blaine asks as Kurt tapes the note to the door. 

Kurt sends him a glare. 

They’ve been home with Finn for a week and it’s become apparent that the baby sleeps like an angel but screams bloody murder for up to an hour if he wakes up before he’s ready for it. The Chinese delivery boy, the sweet lady from next door and the UPS guy have all been told off for (unintentionally, of course, but that’s a minor detail) waking the little boy and the last seven days have brought the two new dads to a point where they need the naps more than their child. 

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Trace Back the Music: Episodes 3-7

Lately, I’ve been rewatching the episodes again, and it suddenly dawned on me how similar the music in Yuri!!! on Ice was to songs I know in real life. So, I set out on a personal quest to trace down what songs sound similar. So who wants to listen to me find symbolism out of probably nothing, or just repeating whatever other people have said? I do, so the rest of the essay is under the cut.

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細谷さんの勝手な印象
Hosoya Yoshimasa, Hanae Natsuki, Kobayashi Yuusuke

Hosoya: My first impression on Hanae kun is…
Hanae: I wonder when did we first met? Was it Daiya (no Ace)?
Hosoya: I think it was Daiya
Hanaei: I’m sure it was Daiya
Hosoya: Right! I thought you are a quite and skinny kid
Others: LOL
Hanae: Well, I guess that pretty much fit who I really am. Because I’m the quite type in the studio
Hosoya: Then from there I imagined that, since you rarely have day off, I thought that you’re the type who prefer to not wearing socks. I thought that you prefer bare-feet
Hanae: Hmm I think that depends on the season