shakes and sweats

Over and Over

Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.

Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO


Dean’s moving at just the right pace.

It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.

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HAVING A CRUSH ON A TEACHER IS NOT FUN. When he leans over your shoulder or the desk to check your answers. And you can hear him breathing softly and see his chest rise up and down. So you start sweating and shaking just a little bit. Thinking of all the things you have in common and his stupid jokes that make you laugh uncontrollably. And you do something right in class and he praises you. But you get so upset internally when you get a question wrong. Because you want him to like you, but when you get something wrong it’s just one more thing he rejects.

Imagine Your OTP:Monopoly

So Monopoly is the game where it can break relationships. So apparently it’s a good idea for these guys to play it. Person A is the person who has being studying business deals, negotiate any deal no matter what is involves and unbelievably . Now Person B is the person that gets properties because they likes it name and/or color, goes with any deal Person A offers cuz Person B finds it adorable when A gets all business like and IS ALWAYS THE DOG. So Person A rolls and lands on Chance. While A are reading the Chance Card, Person B gets on their knee, pulls out a ring and says “Want to take another chance, on me?”  

  • So before this happens, Person A is landing on NO CHANCES and this KILLING PERSON B
  • Whenever A gets close and Person B counts wrong, they start to get on their knees but quickly make the excuse of “I dropped something”. Something by their heart
  • So when Person A FINALLY ROLLS ON CHANCE, Person B is shaking and sweating but it is okay they aren’t physically sick, just lovesick 
Yuri is one of the most relatable anime protagonists I’ve seen in a while

He’s not the cocky “I’m the best! No one can beat me!” sports anime protagonist I’m used to. He’s not all hotheaded and doesn’t act like “this can’t be!!!” when he loses or comes in anything but first place. 

He’s introverted. He doesn’t put himself out there. He lacks self-esteem. He gets anxious. He shakes, he worries, he sweats, he’s afraid to fail, he’s afraid to let people down. He cries, he acknowledges what he did wrong, he wants to improve, he doesn’t want to be a disappointment to people. 

He loves to skate, but he’s not a cocky dick. His failures get to him and he falls into a deep depression, like most people would when met with so much disappointment. He doesn’t even think people looked up to him until he was proven wrong. Because he saw himself as failure, he thought others were the same.

But he’s competing because this skating is what he loves to do, even when doubt came to him. There’s no “bitter fighting” with some childhood bully or some long-time rival who’s always beaten him at every turn. He’s doing this for himself. 

I just relate to him so hard and I love him to death. Thanks, Sayo Yamamoto, for creating such a great character and a great show. 

some doodles with a trio of dresses i found in my massive fashion folder

Some Idiot: Creepastas aren’t scary. It’s all stupid stuff like dead bart and jeff the killer. There’s nothing creepy about them.

Me:

Idiot: *starts shaking and sweating and has to leave the room*

you know that old game where you have a hippo toy and you push the teeth down and if you push a certain one down it snaps down on you?

just saw a video of someone who replaced the top teeth with razor blades. so these two people were pushing down the teeth an i was fucking on edge. i was shaking. sweating. it was just a video but i was terrified. this video went on for like 3 minutes. there were two teeth left. i had ascended a brand new plane of existence with the anxiety this was giving me. the person pushes down one of the final teeth. 

THE HIPPO SNAPS DOWN. and then the video cuts to a screamer just before you see the outcome. i felt my entire body fucking die and go to heaven in those two seconds. the combined terror of possibly seeing the actual outcome of razor blades and then the SCREAMER 

ive never felt terror more. nothing in this mortal life can ever scare me again. ive peaked.

This is the unused journal page that I found the most interesting and finally I was able to figure out what it says.

“Mabel could not think of a single doll that the old woman didn’t own. A sad sigh came from behind us as our host entered the room carrying a tea set. She told us that Mabel was correct - she had a complete collection of every doll in the entire world. What would an avid collector do without anything to collect? My sister suggested that there would be new dolls in the future. The woman said there would be nothing new until fall: what was she to do until then?

As my sister stammered, I turned towards the Gideon doll. It was just as creepy as the real thing. Mabel admitted she had no solution but would help in any way she could. The old woman cooed, “I know you will my dear!”, just then I noticed the Gideon doll shaking and sweating. It was as creepy as the real thing because it was the real thing!

I ran across the room and knocked the tea cup from Mabel’s lips. The old woman knew I was onto her. She lunged at me and pinned me to the ground underneath her. She poured tea from the tea pot onto my face while trying to force my mouth open. Mabel watched us, totally confused.

Just then the Gideon doll fell from the shelf and hit the ground. One of it’s button eyes fell of revealing a the human eye of Gideon Gleeful underneath. He was struggling to break free of some sort of spell. I knocked the tea pot from the old woman’s hands and Mabel knocked her out with an oversized sock monkey.

Mabel put the sock monkey under the old woman’s head like a pillow and we both carried Gideon out of the parlor of terror. We left him in a basket on the Gleeful’s front porch. I’m sure the spell will wear off, though I think Mrs Gleeful would like her boy better if he stayed immobile.

One more note. We went to the police and dragged Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Durland to the site of the creepy old Victorian. We found an empty lot instead. Then I realised we were one street over from Parpan place, we walked over found the house and had the old lady arrested. “

“Azriel?”

His body is tight, rigid next to hers as he holds her hand in bed, the sheets pulled down on his exposed chest.

He’s shaking.

Sweat creases his brow, the brow Mor runs her fingers over, she herself still half asleep.

“Azriel, love,” she says softly and lays her head on his chest. Tilting her chin up so she can whisper close enough to his ear, she murmurs, “I love you. Please - Az. Don’t be afraid. I love you.”

Shadows chase. His wings jerk. And then he is still. Absolutely still.

But he holds her a little closer as the planes of his face even out.

Morrigan drifts back off to sleep tucked around him when she’s sure it’s safe again, Azriel nuzzled into her side, her neck, her hair.

They don’t wake the rest of the night.

When You’re Sick (BTS)

No this isn’t a request, but it’s v topical aha. I had the most hideous fever last night: I had cold sweats, shakes and my fucking fingernails turned blue lmao. I took the day off school and I am a lot better. This was all I could think of when I was ill last night, BTS. So, here were are (story time over).


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Rap Monster:
You’d have to quickly put a halt to his obsession with googling symptoms. As soon as he was about to tell you that you had some form of terminal cancer, you meekly asked him to just get you some cold meds. He apologised and went out as quick as he could - tripping over the front step on the way. He would pick carefully, most likely even asking the counter assistant to help find the best remedy. In the end, he’d return with a selection and with the promise of take away being ordered.

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(and suddenly my sickness is cured)

Jin:
You all know that he’d be the absolute best in situations such as these. He’d have a cool, calm head which would hide the worry he would have over you. You’d try to convince him to go to practice that day but he wouldn’t have it. He’d already be fixing up the remedies he grew up with and coordinating your meal plan for the day. He’d stay by you all day. When he wasn’t being your own personal carer, he was cuddling you whilst watching movies. He’d stay with you until you got better, despite your protests.

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(he’s so greasy but he’s so hot boii canunot)

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short list of drug effects

Methamphetamine Effects:

“Wired”–sleeplessness for days and weeks at a time, total loss of appetite, extreme weight loss, dialated pupils, excited, talkative, deluded sense of power, paranoia, depression, loss of control, nervousness, unusual sweating, shaking, anxiety, hallucinations, aggression, violence, dizziness, mood changes, blurred vision, mental confusion, agitation.


Ecstasy Effects:

Changes in mental and physical stimulation, altered perception of sound, light, touch. Stimulation of physical energy with related decrease in appetite and increase in body temperature. Increase in emotional response and sensual reactions. Teeth clenching, muscle cramping, nausea, chills and sweating. Body may overheat which can lead to fatalities.


Cocaine Effects:

Impaired thinking, confused, anxious, depressed, short tempered, panic attacks, suspiciousness, dilated pupils, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, decreased sexual drive, restlessness, irritability, very talkative, scratching, hallucinations, paranoia.


LSD (Acid) Effects:

Dilated pupils, skin discoloration, loss of coordination, false sense of power, euphoria, distortion of time and space, hallucinations, confusion, paranoia, nausea, vomiting, loss of control, anxiety, panic, helplessness, and self destructive behavior.


PCP Effects:

Sometimes violent or bizarre behavior (suicide has often occurred), paranoia, fearfulness, anxiety, aggressive or withdrawn, skin flushing, sweating, dizziness, total numbness, and impaired perceptions.


Inhalant Effects:

Short-lasting euphoria, giggling, silliness, dizziness. Then come the headaches and full-blown “faintings” or going unconscious. Longterm Use: Short-term memory loss, emotional instability, impairment of reasoning, slurred speech, clumsy staggering gait, eye flutter, tremors, hearing loss, loss of sense of smell, and escalating stages of brain atrophy. Sometimes these serious longterm effects are reversible with body detoxification and nutritional therapy; sometimes the brain damage is irreversible or only partially reversible.


Heroin Effects

Chemically enforced euphoria. “Nodding,” which is a dreamlike state, near sleep, drifting off for minutes or hours. For long-time abusers, heroin may act like a stimulant and they can do a normal daily routine; however, for others, it leaves them completely powerless to do anything.


Marijuana Effects

Compulsive eating, bloodshot red eyes that are squinty (they may have trouble keeping them open), dry mouth, excessive and uncontrollable laughter, forgetfulness, short term memory loss, extreme lethargy, delayed motor skills, occasional paranoia, hallucinations, laziness, lack of motivation, stupidity, sickly sweet smell on body, hair, and clothes, and strong mood changes and behaviors when the person is “high”

NASA’s Message-In-A-Bottle: The Interstellar Constellation


The picture above represents one of the most beautiful things we’ve ever done.

Here’s a short thought experiment and story:


Somewhere one day a person, who may or may not be somewhat like you, might be looking through their telescope.

They might see something strange, approaching the planet.

They contact the authorities.

A mission is conceived to rendezvous with the object.

Astronauts carefully seal the mysterious asteroid in a large container and bring it back to the planet for scientists to study.

The whole world would be tense, waiting for news to break of what this strange thing is.

Its enigmatic shape gives it away as almost certainly not being natural.

Finally a nervous person approaches the media and crowds outside the lab.

With a shaking hand the person wipes sweat from their brow. They look up briefly before speaking, as if half expecting something to be there.

The asteroid… is not from the solar system. It hurtled here at great speeds from a distant star.

It’s old. We’re not sure yet how old, but it’s clearly been a long time since it was home.

Inside the asteroid is a golden disc. We’ve managed to remove the disc. It has markings… and sounds etched into it.”

It was a little longer before the contents of the disc were deciphered. The scientists realized that the strange 14-branches of lines on the disc were binary. Yes or no. The simplest language in the universe, and a mathematical one.

A language that might be used to communicate with cosmic neighbors.

Across countless years and an unimaginable gulf of empty darkness, something was telling us, “Yes, yes, yes, no, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, no, yes, yes, no, yes, yes, no…”

But yes to what? No to what?

The media exploded when an astronomer announced the binary series and the lengths of the branches corresponded exactly to the fingerprint-like beacons of 14 pulsars.

Around the world researchers mapped out where the center of the constellation should be, where the center of the 14 branches from their perspective night sky was.

They knew almost immediately but didn’t want to believe.

The star in the center of the constellation, the place where this message came from…

A news anchor looked into a camera, a somber look on their face:

“Astronomers have triangulated the location of the alien spacecraft. It came from a distant star which you can see in your telescopes. It’s the large red one.

It’s pretty to us but was a very different sort of star when this message was sent to us. Our space telescopes have confirmed that there’s a rocky planet in orbit around the star… there’s no atmosphere on it now as the star’s growth has boiled away any atmosphere there might have been.

Could those aliens still be alive somehow? Did they survive the incineration of their home?

As much as we ask these questions all we’ve got are the recordings they left on a sturdy golden record.

When played we hear strange sounds in an alien tongue. Deciphered, the recording reads,

“Hello, from the children of planet Earth…”

This story, believe it or not has already begun.

A few decades ago, NASA, working with Dr. Carl Sagan compiled a golden record to go aboard the Voyager spacecrafts. 

Voyager 1 launched from Earth in 1977. It left the solar system and entered interstellar space in 2013.

In 1 billion years, that golden record will still be readable and the sounds engraved thereon still readable.

NASA used the unique, lighthouse-like rhythms of specific pulsars to generate a map, a sort of interstellar constellation that, no matter where in the Milky Way you are, will always point to our Sun at the center.

It’s a beautiful message. For a billion years the sounds of children speaking across the universe will survive. For a billion years the sounds of a heartbeat of someone in love will be carried from star to star. 

That heartbeat, that love, will flow across the cosmos for a billion years.

For a billion years our interstellar message-in-a-bottle will drift among the current of starlight, perhaps until one day a person, who may or may not be somewhat like you, might look through their telescope and see a strange asteroid drifting towards their planet…

(Image credit: NASA)