seriously hit me up if you wanna talk

Let’s be friends

I need more tumblr friends I can fangirl with

(edit: sorry for slow replies I’ll try and message as fast as I am I wasn’t expecting to get this many messages and now my tumblr is freezing up)

(edit 2: if y'all wanna be friends you might have to hit me up first because all these notifications are confusing me)

(edit 3 seriously don’t be shy hit me up, wasn’t expecting 300 notes and I have no idea who I have and haven’t messaged but my notifications are going crazy right now!)

About me:

I’m gay af

Love talking about hot women

Watch a lot of gay tv shows

Love travelling

Love culture

Love film and art

Love music

So y'all just like this and I’ll hit you up or hmu yourself

I’m not expecting many notes but still worth a shot

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Okay listen new rule. If you’re going to make an ‘Imagine Dead Poets Society but with all girls’ post you gotta COMMIT. 

Because I wanna know what does that actually look like, when we get to the nitty gritty of it? If the boys are undergoing the pressure of getting into good schools, setting themselves up for careers are we looking at similarly pressured young women? Girls who have to be BETTER than the boys just to compete with them. A female Neil who is under even more pressure to do well academically and become a doctor because it makes a very specific statement about her and her family.

Or are we talking about girls who are under a whole different set of social confines? Young women who are defined by their eligibility for marriage, their social standings, their perceived femininity and purity. How well they perform their roles as daughters and future wives. Is female Todd under pressure to get into a good school in order to attract a husband like her older sister has?

Is poetry being offered to them as an artistic endeavor they’ve lacked or as an academic pursuit they’ve been denied?

Or are we saying fuck it, if Shakespeare didn’t need historical accuracy than neither do we and replicating exactly the same situations, still set in 1959 but with girls instead. Seeing how the situations read differently simply based on our own cultural perceptions of girlhood. How Knox’s pursuit of Chris is completely rewritten if they’re both girls. How Charlie’s use of melodramatic performative techniques mirrors the idea of the ‘hysterical’ young woman. 

Like I’m not trying to dismiss those posts or seem critical of all girl dps aesthetics or simple versions of this idea. All I’m saying is that there is so so much more to talk about here and I’d love to have those conversations. 

Just woke up, hello everyone! Just saw that I’m about to hit 700 followers and I’m just.. holy crap, man. I’m absolutely blown away. 

Thank you, guys. Seriously thank you all SO MUCH! Just like the previous Followers thank you post, I’ll be hovering over Tumblr all day to answer any questions you may have!

 Is there anything you wanted to know about the comic? 

Anything you’d like to see? 

Anything you wanted to know about me? 

Talk to me, I’m so thankful for all of you and I wanna stay communicative no matter how big this gets because it’s all thanks to you folks!! 

❤ Peaches

I dunno what’s wrong, but I’ve been feeling real weird lately. I always feel alone, distant from things. Like…Not worthy of peoples attention or some shit. I dunno. Mostly just really lonely. And it’s made me crave friendship. So, if you ever like…Wanna write some awesome, fluffy kinda friendship rp, hit me up. Can be very slice of life, can be adventuring together, or anything. I just wanna talk to people more, I guess.

  • Yang: Hey Rubes look what I got *waves journal*.
  • Ruby: What is it?
  • Yang: This is Weiss's Diary which I shall now read an excerpt from.
  • Ruby: Are you sure that's a good idea?
  • Yang: Have any of my ideas ever been bad?
  • Ruby: *opens mouth*
  • Yang: Don't answer that. Anyways let's begin. Dear diary *changes voice* I wish I could kiss you and hug you and never let you go until the end of time.You make me happy like no one ever has before.*starts to laugh*
  • Ruby: Pwhahaha Weiss is so cheesy. Who's she even writing about?
  • Yang: *frowns* Seriously Rubes.
  • Ruby: Uh yeah Yang that's why I'm asking.
  • Yang: Ruby, she's talking about..ooof *hits wall*
  • Ruby: Yang what happened? And who's ooof?
  • Weiss: *throws another glyph* YANG XIAO LONG!!! Give me back my diary!!!
  • Yang: *gets up* welp that's my cue to leave see ya Rubes.
  • Ruby: WAIT YANG! *pouts* I wanna know who Weiss wants to kiss.
  • Blake: *walks up* You Ruby.She wants to kiss you.
  • Ruby: but wha?
ask me for headcanons!

seriously, just hit up my asks and request some good ol’ fashioned newsies headcanons if you want to! (just specify if you want newsies era or modern)

or submit your own! i’d love to read them and have a quality time talking about them with you!

#351: ‘A Long Way From The Playground’

A/N: I originally had a Harry/George scene in this one, but it wasn’t quite fitting, so I decided to use it in another story. 

How Long Will I Love You: A Long Way From The Playground - One Shot #351
+past one shots
No visuals/song for this one.
::WARNING: LANGUAGE:

Jude turned the faucet handles on the heavy, industrial, paint-splattered sink at the back of the art classroom, pushing his hands into the stream and watching the tempera paint splotches disappear from his skin. He scrubbed his hands and the brushes he had pulled to use, clean before replacing his apron on its designated hook.

His final piece was due in two days and he wasn’t sure he was happy with it. With a snarl on his lip he propped the canvas back up on the drying racks and sighed heavily. The art room was his hiding place. He loved football and he loved being captain, but he was quiet about his love of art. If any of the guys on the team caught him in here, he didn’t know how he’d live it down.   

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Smut Fails: Too Much

(Sam x Reader)Note: Surprise unscheduled Smut Fail for @one-shots-supernatural writing challenge, Prompt: “I was being sarcastic.”

“Late night?” Dean asked holding up a cup of coffee as you fell into the kitchen chair. You groaned in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Dean, you gotta help me…”

He glanced at you from the newspaper he was analyzing for new cases. When he saw your pleading gaze he set it down.

“Sure, yeah. What’s up?”

“Sam-”

“Woah, woah. Hold up. What about Sam? Because I think we should lay down some ground rules right now.” He shook his finger in the air. “I resigned myself to the fact that I have to put up with music randomly coming on to cover up your sex sounds and having to put on ear phones when you forget, so I think it’s fair if I don’t have to hear about it too. And actually-”

“Dean…” You whined, cutting him off and ignoring his rules. “He won’t stop!”

“Stop what?”

“Stop… you know!” You gestured aimlessly. “He’s insatiable!”

“Oh, c’mon… I don’t want to hear this…”

“At first it was like… woo, go us, but now…” You sighed sitting up and making an invisible  timeline on the table. “It’s like wake up, he’s there, brush my teeth, he’s there, shower, there, research, there, getting coffee, there, this table, here, then, bed again, to restart the entire cycle.”

“Wait here?” Dean picked up his coffee shooting the offending table a disgusted glance. “That’s so uncool. People have coffee here. Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“I can’t keep up! I’m practically raw-”

“Ugh, Y/n…”

“What do I do? Can you talk to him?”

“Like hell, I’m going-”

“If you talk to him, he won’t feel bad about it and you won’t have to put up with the random sexy times. It’s a win-win!” You urged. “Please, Dean.”

“Fine! But seriously! Ground rules!” He huffed standing up from the table.

“Thank you!” You called after him as he sulked through the door.

The next day, you plopped in the kitchen chair wincing as your tender crotch connected with the hardwood. Dean shot you a cheery grin, folding the paper neatly and slapping it on the table. He picked up his coffee.

“Well, I talked to him!” Dean announced, “He apologized and said he would cool it!”

“Oh yeah, I can totally tell.” You glared pointedly. “Last night we went straight to bed. He didn’t make it a game of trying to stay quiet as possible at all and I’m totally not sore from the hat trick he pulled.”

“Good.” Dean sipped his coffee.

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Oh.” He put down the mug. “A hat trick, really? Go Sam.”

“Yeah, go Sam, woo.” You remarked dryly. “What about poor Y/n? If he keeps this up I’m going to need to go to the doctor.”

“Why would you…?”

“When ladies have more sex than they’re use to their bodies can develop an infection in their urinary tract known as the ‘Honeymoon infection’.” You leaned forward. “It makes peeing feel like a thousand searing hot needles scraping along your intimates.”

Dean grimaced. “Fun stuff.”

“Loads.”

“Why don’t you tell Sam to cool it then?”

“Because…” You sighed. “He’s so freaking considerate that he’d probably hold off on touching me until I initiated it every time. I don’t mind initiating it sometimes, but all the time? Plus, I like it when he randomly grabs my hips and pulls me against-”

Dean held up a hand, “Too much info…”

“Right, sorry… I just don’t want to discourage him from intimacy, but I do need a break.”

“You should tell him all this.” Dean frowned. “He’s going to feel a hell of a lot crappier thinking he made you feel like having sex when you didn’t actually want to.”

“But I did, I do… my body just doesn’t.”

“Look, I love you both, but if you don’t figure this out between yourselves I’m going to lock you both up in separate rooms from now on, forever.”

“Aw, Dean. I love you too!” You teased.

“I meant that angrily.”

“Love is love, Dean. Don’t diminish this.”

“Go fix this before I kill you.” He grumbled.

“Okay, okay.”

You gave Dean a quick hug before leaving. He frowned aggressively, but his arm did squeeze you back. You padded through the bunker knowing Sam would be likely be taking a shower already. You opened the bathroom door, steam billowed into the hallway. You quickly shut the door behind you. Sam’s clothes were folded neatly on the toilet bringing an affectionate smile to your lips. You sighed dreading the conversation ahead. Sam pulled back the curtain, smiling sweetly when he saw you.Water dripped from his slicked back hair dropping to his collarbone. You licked your lips watching the water cling to his skin. The familiar thump of pleasure filled your core. Damn, if that wasn’t part of the problem.

“Hey, you’re here.” His gentle smile filled your heart with warmth. “ Wanna jump in?”

You shook your head regretfully. You absolutely wanted to jump in and see what the curtain was hiding, but a prickle between your legs where pain was beginning to bloom kept you in place.

“Sam, we need to talk.”

Immediately his eyebrows drew together with concern.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He shifted his weight, shower forgotten.

“Yeah…” You grimaced rubbing your back where your kidney felt like something hit it with a blunt object. “It’s about the last few days. About sex.”

“Okay, yeah.” He nodded seriously. “Let me finish up here and I’ll met you in our room.”

You nodded, trying to smother the smile threatening crack your face at his casual “our” room comment. He waited for you to leave before closing the curtain. Two minutes later he walked into the bedroom still damp from the shower, but dressed. You were curled up on the bed clutching your middle and cupping your crotch. You groaned a miserable greeting.

“Y/n!” He ran to your side. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Gotta go to the the doctor’s” You managed to say through a spasm.

Sam immediately scooped you up forgetting you were clad in pajamas and an old shirt. He rushed you to the car, then drove you to the nearest medical center. He was nervous and on edge, still managing to be polite to the nurses, but raking a hand through his hair when everything was moving slowly. He nearly followed you into the bathroom when they asked you to pee in a cup, but you waved him off able to handle that. Peeing was excruciating. It was as if someone was meticulously drawing lines with a razor in your urethra and sprinkled it with acid. You felt the urgency of needing to urinate, but couldn’t with all the pain. Finally, you filled the cup. When you entered the waiting room again, hunched over and grabbing your stomach, Sam nearly leapt to his feet. You sank in the seat next to him, thankful to slouch into his warm and comforting embrace. He wrapped his arm around you, holding your head against his shoulder.

“You okay?”

You groaned. He planted a kiss on your crown.

After thirty minutes, they called you back. Sam hesitated at the door, but you clutched his arm tightly. He rubbed your back, sitting with you on the paper laden bed for another thirty minutes. The doctor opened the door looking down at her chart. She sat down and glanced up at you.

“Says here you think you have a UTI. Well, unfortunately, it’s true. I’ve prescribed antibiotics, which you should take until they’re gone, no sooner, and you need to drink a lot of water.”

You nodded accepting the prescription slip.

“Excuse me? A… UTI?” Sam glanced between you and the doctor.

“Urinary Tract Infection.” She clarified. “It can be caused by severe dehydration or, in most cases, a sudden increase of sexual activity. To be clear, while you’re on antibiotics, you should avoid having unprotected sex as a UTI can be transmitted and antibiotics can make some birth control pills ineffective.”

You nodded. The doctor wrapped up the session, Sam drove by the pharmacy, and took you home. He carried you to bed giving you the pill and a large glass of water. You settled in still curling up to ease the pain. Sam sighed.

“Are you mad?”

“Yeah,” he buried his hand in his hair. “I’m mad at myself. I mad I didn’t know you were in pain, I’m mad that I over did it…”

“I should have told you…”

“Why didn’t you?”

You sighed. “I didn’t want to turn you off from initiating sex ever again.”

“You could have told me that and we could have discussed it. Instead, I pushed you so far you got to the point of unbearable pain.” He met your eyes sadly. “I thought… I wanted… you to be able to tell me anything.”

Guilt trickled in you heart. “I can…”

“Did I pressure you?”

“What?”

He sucked in a shaky breath. “Did I… make you feel like you couldn’t say no?”

“No! No!” You took his hand feeling tears well up at the pain in his eyes. “It’s not like that. I still wanted to have sex. God, you’re so freaking amazing. Every time we started, I wanted it so bad…” His shoulders sank a little in relief. “But my stupid body can’t keep up.” You bit your lip. “So, I asked Dean to tell you to cool it,”

“What? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I love your spontaneity and I like where we are now. I didn’t want to mess it up…” You covered you face with your arm falling against the pillows. “Ugh! I don’t know. So, stupid.”

He sighed. He gently removed your arm, brushing a kiss over your knuckles.

“Let’s chalk this up to a learning experience.” He smiled gently. “Next time, we do it better.”

You nodded. “Okay… now will you please come here?”

He smiled sliding into bed next to you. You curled into his side and he held you close.

“Better?”

“Better.”

Carnival Dreams

Rated PG, warnings for mentions of child abandonment. When Felicity worries about Artemis, Sara figures a day off and some playing hooky will come in handy. Part of the Artemis & Felicity Verse: Not That Kind of Hero || Council Meeting || Responsible Parenting || First Day of School || Saturday Morning TV || Moving Blues || Carnival Dreams || The Peanut Gallery|| Youth Culture

“I’m a little worried about Artemis,” was the first thing Sara heard when she picked up the phone.

“And you woke me up at eight in the morning to tell me this?” Sara pushed her sleeping mask off and groped her way along the bed until she found the headboard. Her ribs hurt a little when she pulled herself into an upright sitting position. Felicity’s calls were never short. “You’re aware I’m a bartender at a night club, right? As in nights? As in…” She broke off to snore.

“Sorry! Sorry—we’re just leaving soon and she just left for school, so it’s on my mind. You’re still cool to take her for the next couple of days, right?”

“Got the guest bedroom set up and everything. It’ll be fun. Movie nights, pajama parties, the works.” Sara yawned and finally looked over to the other side of the bed, which was expectedly empty. Nyssa was no doubt on her morning run. “What’s up with Artemis?”

“She’s been really quiet lately. I don’t know, withdrawn. She won’t talk to me or Oliver or even Digg.”

“She’s thirteen. Isn’t being withdrawn part of being thirteen?”

“And normally I’d agree with you, but…”

“You think it’s about her dad?”

“I definitely do. God, this is the worst time to be going away. You know how she is, she pretends like things don’t get to her, but they do. I mean, how can it not?”

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Chapter 16: Here It Goes

Kim

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I went up the stairs to me and Ty’s room. I plopped myself on the bed. I can’t believe everything that happened. Kae, Ty’s sister, hates the living shit out of me. It’s my fault. Why was I such a bitch to her? A bitch to everyone? In high school, it was required to be a bitch to avoid fake friends. I mostly hated Kae. Why?

I was jealous. People were used to mixed white and black girls. But Kae was an exotic mixed girl. She was mixed black and Asian. Everyone’s attention turned to the blasian and me, being the brat I am, got mad and treated her like shit. To be honest, It’s all stupid looking back at it.

I looked up to see Ty walking in and sitting on the bed beside me.

“We need to talk.” Ty said in a serious tone.

I turned and groaned. “Ty, just break up with me already stop beating around the bush.”

“What? Why would I break up with you?” He asked.

“Because I fucked your best friend, treated your sister like shit, and disrespected your dead father. Shit, I’d break up with me too.” I sighed.

“Kim, that’s all in the past. I’m still kinda disturbed that you and Chris fucked, but I’ll get over it. You didn’t know he was my dad.” Ty said.

“But…Kae hates me.” I stated.

Ty laughed. “Yeah, she does. But it’s not up to her. I just need to talk to her.”

“And I need to apologize again.” I sighed.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do. And Ty, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me and Chris and talking shit about your dad.”

Ty smiled and kissed my cheek. “It’s ok, babe.”

I smiled too. Ty grabbed my feet causing me to lay on my back. He climbed on top of kissing my neck.

“Now you get to show me how sorry you really are.” Ty said.

“Ty, no. Your mom’s here.” I got up.

“Damn, well, I’m mad at her and she’s mad at me.” Ty sighed.

“I thought Kae was your sister.”

“Technically, she’s my half sister. My dad’s daughter not my mom’s.”

My mouth formed an O. “Oh. That explains a lot.”

“But she’s still my sister and that’s still my mom.”

“You gotta talk both of them, Ty.” I said.

“Yep. Now let’s go meet mama.” Ty grabbed my hand leading me out the room and to his mom.

“Mama, this is my girlfriend Kim.” Ty said.

His mom took me in a hug. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you so much.” I smiled.

“I’ll leave you guys alone. I gotta go get something.” Ty said.

“Ok.” I said turning to his mom.

I swallowed. Here it goes.

Seiko

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Kae has been acting really weird lately. She’s more happy and fun. She’s high school Kae all over again. She’s the real her.

But she’s also acting secretive. Always smiling at her texts, having phone convos in private. If I don’t know any better, this bitch has a boyfriend or a crush.

Kae came down the stairs with a smile on her face.

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“Whose name?” She replied.

“The girl you were talking to.”

“Oh yeah. Her name’s Heather.” Kae said.

“Oh. So do you still wanna go to the mall?” I asked.

“LEGGO!” Kae grabbed her keys running out the door.

Did this bitch really say “Leggo?” Doesn’t Chris say that stupid shit? I shook my head walking out after her.

We went shopping for clothes and she kept asking me if I was a boy, would I like whatever piece of clothing she picked. Ok, she seriously has a crush. But on who?

We hit up the food court where we each ordered burgers and fries. Kae kept eating and texting on her phone. She’s always on her phone.

“Kae.” I called.

She wasn’t listening. Too busy taking a pic and sending it to someone.

“You’re sending this person pics?” I wiggled my eyebrows smirking as I took a sip of my drink.

“What? I’m posting a pic on Instagram. Seiko, if I was dating someone, you’ll be the first to know.” Kae replied.

“I better be.” I pushed at her.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She said.

“Hey lil mama. We meet again.” A familiar guy spit game at Kae.

Now I remember. He’s the guy we met at the club way back. Like 4 weeks ago. Him and Kae really hit it off and she said he was cute.

“Bye.” Kae shut him down still looking on her phone.

What the fuck? Dude look hella surprised.

“Ma, you don’t remember me?” He asked.

“I do, I just don’t want you.” Kae replied going back to her phone.

“What? You know your fine ass wants all of this” he said feeling himself.

“Nigga are you deaf? Move your ass on.” Kae snapped and he walked away.

“Damn, Kae.” I said.

“What? He was bugging me! Not being able to take a hint!”

I raised my eyebrows. Ok then. We left the mall and bumped into Ty.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Kae huffed.

Tyga 

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I left Kim and mama alone in the house while I go to the mall to get some food. I got 2 out of 3 women happy. Now the last one is Kae, which is probably going to be the hardest.

I walked up to the entrance where I bumped into Kae and Seiko.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Kae huffed.

“Kae, we need to talk.” I commanded.

“We just need to talk about how you’re my damn brother and you should act like it.” Kae crossed her arms.

“Kae, lets just talk in my car.”

“No.”

“Karrueche.” I said sternly.

“Oh shit. He got out the government.” Seiko muttered.

“Fine.” She climbed into my Lamborghini and Seiko walked away. I got inside and turned to her who was smiling at her phone.

I smirked. “Now who are you texting?”

Her smile dropped. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, you’re cheesing at your phone so I’m gonna worry.”

“Why do you care, Michael?” She spat.

“Because you’re my sister.” I said in a duh voice.

“Oh that’s right. I’m the same sister you chose that bitch over! I remember! I’m that sister.” She remarked.

She is such a smartass. Something she got from me.

“I didn’t choose anyone over you. Kae, I understand Kim treated you like shit, but come on. Let it go. She’s not that person anymore. She’s sweet, fun, and caring. Give her a chance. If you keep holding this grudge, you’re gonna be bitter as hell.” I said.

“What about your mother?” She spoke.

“She was out of line.” I admitted.

She nodded her head in agreement. “Hell yeah she is.”

“There’s so much I don’t know about you.” I stated.

She sighed. “The less you know, the better.”

“What?”

“Bye Ty.” She kissed my cheek and got out the car.

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“So where have you been?” Stormi randomly asked me.

“What are you talking about? I’m usually in the studio.” I replied.

“What about when you’re not in the studio, huh?” She questioned.

“Come on, nigga. You can admit it.” Mijo said.

“Admit what?” I asked.

“Man, we still love you no matter what.” Braxton added.

“What the fuck are y’all talking about?” I responded.

They all sighed looking at each other.

“You’re gay!” All three of them announced.

I stood up quickly. “What?! What’s wrong with y’all! I ain’t gay!”

“Bro, you don’t have to deny it.” Braxton pat my back.

“We still love you, even through you like getting fucked in the ass.” Mijo stated causing Stormi to laugh. She cleared her throat and hit his chest.

“Guys, I’m not gay!”

“Come on, nigga. You’re secretive, you swerving all these fine ass girls and just wanna hang with the niggas!” Mijo put his hand on my shoulder. “Nigga, we know.”

“I’m not gay!” I argued.

What kind of bullshit is this? My friends think I’m gay! I’m not gay! I’m far from it! Especially when I’m dating Kae. But I can’t tell them that. The main reason Kae and I are keeping it from our friends is because according to the blogs, someone in my fam is spilling shit that goes around. Since a nigga don’t know who it is, we gotta keep everything on the low.

Speaking of Kae, I felt my phone and looked to see a text from her.

Kae: Still working? Haha :)

I smirked and started to text back.

Me: whatever. You know these niggas think I’m gay, right?

“This is why we think you’re gay! You’re over here texting and smiling at your phone!” Stormi said.

I put my phone in my pocket. “That does not mean I’m gay, Stormi.”

I felt a buzz and unlocked my phone.

Kae: LMAOOO ;__; you probably are. Keeping me a secret.

I sucked my teeth and replied.

Me: You know I don’t want to keep you a secret.

Kae: I know :)

Me: Send me a pic, babe.

Kae:

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Get back to work, Jake from State Farm. ;)

Damn, she’s looking fine.

Me: Beautiful and all mine. :)

Kae: See you tonight :)

Me: See you

I looked up to see Mijo, Stormi, and Braxton staring at me.

“What?”

They just shook their heads. “We still love you, man.”

“Shut up! I’m not gay!”

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I stayed in the corner of the movie theater waiting for Kae. I saw her walk in and grabbed her into the corner. She turned around to see it was me. She slapped my chest.

“You scared me.” Kae pouted.

I grabbed her face, leaned down, and smashed my lips against hers sneaking my tongue inside her mouth. She moaned and pulled away.

“Calm down, boy. We can’t have people seeing us.” Kae said.

“You’re right. We’ll do it when we’re watching the movie.” I said.

She glared at me.

“What? It’ll be dark!”

She smiled and went up to buy her ticket. I waited a couple seconds and until a few people got ahead before exiting the corner and going in line. The few people happened to be fans and let me go ahead, Landing me in back of Kae. I kept on a poker face as I grabbed her ass causing her to slap my hand away. I chuckled keeping my hands to myself. Kae bought her ticket stepping out of line. She stood waiting for me without making it obvious.

“Kae, what are you doing here?” Seiko walked up to her along with Mijo.

Oh Fuck.

Ok, for serious this time. Who here is on DogDayzz??
I know of like, 1 person, but it seriously has to be more popular than that right??

You like the idea of breeding dogs? For show, or sport, or colours? Interested in genetics? Wanna compete in as many shows as possible and collect as many titles as possible? Appreciate good dog art?? Fantasize about breeding dogs one day? MAKE AN ACCOUNT I’m serious!

I guess maybe because it’s quite slow to start it puts people off…. :/ but I am completely addicted to breeding these dogs omg I want someone to talk to and show off my dogs uuuugh.

So if you’re interested, make an account and hit me up on there (my number is 45764) and I’ll help you get started and point you in the right direction! Maybe I’ll even get you a dog ;))) maybe….

Daddy 5SOS: Museum Day

Could you maybe write something where the dads take the kids to a museum or something along those lines?

A/N: I’m not sure if this was meant to be a one-shot or preferences, but I’m going to write it as a one-shot. Because who doesn’t love kids playing together while the daddies try helplessly to corral them? I hope you enjoy!

It was day three of non-stop rain. Luke was pretty sure everything indoors was just as soaked as everything outside at this point, just because there was that much rain. And six year old Kayla was bouncing off the walls, obviously going crazy from being inside for three days straight. It was summer vacation, so it wasn’t even like she’d be at school. Nope. She was here, in the house, currently jumping from pieces of furniture in the living room.

And Luke knew the others were in the same predicament. All the wives still had work, so that left all the dads in charge of their bundles of energy. So a quick Google search led to Luke sending a group message out to all the dads.

Who’s up for the children’s museum in town?

It was barely moments after Luke sent the message that he got three responses.

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