room share


Ah, haircut blues are the inspiration behind this one. But, it’s growing on me so that’s good. Short and sweet, hope you enjoy. x 

Originally posted by wonderfllower

“Love? Where are yeh?” Harry’s voice calls out for the second time after he’s shuts the front door of your flat, boots clicking along the wood floors as he makes his way to your shared room. 

You don’t respond, cuddling deeper under the covers and making sure your hold on them is tight for when he is able to find you and your poorly chosen hiding spot.

When he hadn’t gotten a response from you after texting several times, pleading to send a photo of your recent endeavor-he had the slightest feelings that it hadn’t gone how you wanted it too. 

“Think m’gonna get a haircut today,” you had mumbled over tea that morning, scrolling through your phone as he poured you another cup.

He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, “S’tha’ so?”

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My sister and I

Please keep anonymous.

Basically it started out as curious kids like alot of them do I think. She’s 3 years younger than me. When I was 10 and she was 8, we’d go into the bathroom, pull our pants down and look at each other. I think we were just amazed and curious about the differences of a boy and girl. Over the next few years, it turned into touching and playing with each other. Around that time, we moved into a different house and we had to share a room. We had bunk beds, but she would usually sleep with me in the bottom bunk. We’d spoon and just hold each other. I still remember the first night we took it further. I would’ve been around 13 and she 11. We were laying in bed, playing around. She had her hand in my underwear as she thought it was really cool that I got hard and loved to run her fingers through the hair I was starting to get down there. She always wondered when she would get hers. Anyway, I don’t remember how or why, but that night we decided to use our mouths on each other. She laid back with her legs spread while I leaned down and smelled her and then licked her a few times. She laughed because it tickeled. Then it was my turn and she did the same to me. This progressed over time until it started to feel good and we were going down on each other almost nightly. We didn’t know what we were doing. We just knew it felt good. Over the next few years, she finally started getting her hair and developing breasts. Something new for us to play with and we for sure did. We were never shy around one another and were often naked, changing or coming from the shower without anything on. One night, she came into our room after showering. I was doing homework. She had been playing with herself in the shower and asked if I wanted to stick my penis in her. She came over to my bed and we started kissing and feeling each other all over. She was on her back and I started to go down on her. She pulled me back up and said she was ready now and just wanted to try it. I came back up and positioned myself. Of course it didn’t go right in and there were several awkward failed attempts. She finally reached down and helped guide me in. She was so tight and the feeling was like no other. Of course I came imediately, but we were both hooked. This went on for years. Eventually my older brother moved out and we moved into our own rooms. Although we could still be found in each other’s rooms most of the time. We each started dating, although that was awkward because most teenage kids are wondering if they’ll get kissed at the end of the date. I was always more forward and kissed without the awkwardness, knowing I could come home and get whatever I wanted. She was in the same boat. Luckily, neither of us acted like total whores in public and appreciated our little secret at home. We’re in our 30’s now and eventually we moved away, got married and had kids of our own. My sister lives out of state and between life and distance, we hadn’t seen each other for a few years. She came out to visit for Thanksgiving last year. She snuck into the bathroom a few times while I was in the shower and we made up for as much lost time as we could. It was sad to see her go. But I can’t wait to see her again.

anonymous asked:

mini drabble prompt: Klaus & Caroline secretly write letters/emails to each other after 5x11.

Warning: allusions to Damon’s awfulness.

Send You The News

Damon walking into her dorm room, without knocking, was an annoyance Caroline had sadly gotten used to. She’d even come to find the happy little sigh Elena let out every single time a little cute.

Just kidding, it was totally icky and she didn’t bother to hide her rolling eyes. Not that either of them noticed.

She barely looks up from the section she’d highlighting in her Biochem text as Damon starts yapping, though she grimaces at the soft squishy noises of PDA. Seriously, Damon had a whole giant house a reasonable drive away. Did they have to get touchy feely in a tiny shared room?

She tunes them out until she hears the word mail.

Then Caroline’s out of her seat, leaving her ergonomic chair spinning, and across the room at full vampire speed. She manages to snatch the pile of letters from his hand before he can think to attempt to hold them out of her reach.

A good thing because she might have tried to draw a little blood before she could consider the consequences. Namely, ruining the rug and having to endure Elena pouting long after Damon healed from his minor injuries.

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anonymous asked:

Man i have such a big big crush on my class mate. I've known her for like 4 days and were on a field trip sharing a room now and shes really great. I told this to my BFF whos in the class too and now he wont stop mockin me even in front of her SOS i think its become too obvious that im whipped and im so embarrassed but i cant help it if my gay heart does these things, i cant resist a good old suffering. Why am i like this? Thanks i needed to let It all out


anonymous asked:

in a dan and phil video today, phil was telling a story about how when they were in a hotel he visited dans room on another floor to drop something off to him and then went back to his room, so why get different rooms if they maybe share a bed at their apartment? hopefully this makes sense, my english is not amazing :))

idk exactly which instance you’re referring to with this ask, but short answer: when their tour company or conventions book lodging for them they very likely book separate rooms! 

Here are more dirty confessions you sent guys (i have a ton of them and i don’t want to spam the dash with your sins you need jesus)

Anonymous said:

one time me and two of my friends went over to this guy’s house and we got rlly fucked up and i told the guy that i’d fuck him so he left to go buy condoms but while he was gone, me and my friends had a threesome on his bed while some stranger watched us. he ended up coming back sooner than we thought and he kicked us out of his house. he was so pissed

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Mick has a pet now \O/

we used to tie a balloon to the kittens when they were tiny to keep an eye on them, why not a rat when Mick’s letting it get some exploring done on board

just bellarke things

sharing a room ✔️

fondly watching as the other sleeps  ✔️

prioritizing each other’s lives  ✔️

…even over their own  ✔️

lucky to have each other  ✔️

keeping each other centered  ✔️

if he’s on that list, she’s on that list ✔️

together ✔️  together ✔️  together ✔️  together ✔️  together ✔️  together ✔️

i can’t wait until kun debuts so him and winwin can rule the world and be the power couple they once were… you will all see, you will all open your eyes

continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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visited @cinnamonswirlix gorgeous and charming town of lavender! everything flowed so nicely~✧⁺ there were so many pretty areas and details! all the little decorations and mushrooms were so cute! ♡ I loved the consistent flowers used throughout town and the heavy snow fall, they looked very elegant! ♪ the path work was also super lovely and nicely done! beautiful work~ I’m so glad you shared this with me! it was such a pretty town! (*´꒳`人)

♡ 5F00 - 003E - A5C0 ♡

Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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