Experiment #5 - Request

Requested by the sinners and anons:  -For your experiment series, what if one of the experiments is that sherlock doesn’t think that people can “get off” by dry humping and so he makes the reader rude his thigh! 
-I have a suggestion for the next experiment- sherlock x reader. Its where sherlock points out that he’s not just using the reader’s body… And their relationship gets a label. (Still not getting the label, though)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1779

Warnings: Smut - dry humping, implied toy play -

A/N: I feel like we’re getting closer to an end so… Yeah, I was planning to mix two requests in here but figured it woudl last longer if I didn’t. Such a tease…


Originally posted by xthismeanswar

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“What are we?”

He was finally asking that question, and it wasn’t because he wanted to but because he had to.

“(Y/N), what are we?” He insisted.

“I don’t know… Colleagues, I suppose.” (Y/N) whispered. She turned her gaze away, unable to think straight for as long as her eyes and Sherlock’s were locked together. “This was supposed to be only an experiment, and that was it.”

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the unexpected

A/N: special thanks to @lusterrdust for editing this oneshot! 

“you did something that took my breath away,
something that I couldn’t ask for more,
something that was unexpected.
you loved me, and that was enough.
that was more than enough.”

- kelly bitangcol, “the unexpected”

  It was lunchtime and Betty wandered down the busy hallway of Riverdale High, having one specific destination in mind. Her head was filled with unwanted thoughts, unwanted memories, and she just needed to find a distraction. Of course, the Blue and Gold office was the first thing coming to her mind.

If anyone would have asked her what her most cherished place in this school was, she would have answered the school’s newspaper office, which had been her safe haven for the past couple of months. However, the exact reason why might not have been what everyone else were expecting.

With everything going on with her older sister Polly, the murder of Jason Blossom, and her parents lying to her every single day, she’d been craving for a place to detach herself from the daily drama; a place where she could just forget about everything for at least several hours.

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anonymous asked:

linny at an art museum !

  • luna is the one to drag ginny to the museum
  • though ginny doesn’t mind going wherever luna wants
  • because the look luna gets on her face is worth it
  • ginny standing behind luna as they stare up at a magnificent grecian statue
  • ginny with her arms wrapped around luna’s waist
  • and her chin on luna’s shoulder
  • looking at luna as though she’s the best piece of art in the museum
  • and you can tell by luna’s reaction when ginny leans closer and whispers in her ear that she thinks the same about ginny
Moar Elorcan fic

I hope you guys like this cause I wrote it while drunk off of starbucks, idk why I’m not really feelin this one, constructive criticism is always appreciated and welcomed :*


“I know you’re awake.” Her quiet words seemed too loud as they broke the comfortable silence between them. Other than the crackling of the merry fire there was nothing to be heard in their bedroom. The cushions and blankets, spread out on the floor in a haphazard manner greeted her body as she slid from the couch to the floor where Lorcan lay pretending to be fast asleep, his hands behind his head and posture just a shade too controlled for him to truly be in the warm arms of slumber.

Elide made herself comfortable on the floor as she slid next to him and scrutinized his closed eyes and even breathing. She traced a finger down the length of his nose, trailing all the way to his Adam’s apple which bobbed slightly under her touch, down till his navel and stopped there. Teasing him was one of her favorite things.

“I know you’re awake.” She repeated. “What’s the point in pretending now?”

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards; stubbornly refusing to open his eyes. Teasing, he thought, was a game two could play.

Elide narrowed her eyes, annoyed for a split second. That is, until his arm drifted up towards her and rough, calloused fingers caressed the left side of her face. She let out a contented sigh and leisured in the sensation of his thumb stroking up and down her cheek. Deciding to be merciful for the night she retrieved her hand from where it lay on the laces of his pants and nestled into the crook where his neck met his shoulder.

He pressed his lips on top of her head and breathed in her scent- cinnamon, elderberries, and new life. More prominent now that she no longer carried the residual scent of Morath and the Wyrdkey. His hand trailed down from where it had wrapped around her, to her swollen stomach and gently cupped it.

“How do you feel?” He asked. More for his benefit than hers as the primal instincts in him surged up to check on his pregnant mate.

She thought for a moment, considering the question rather than just brushing it off that she usually would. “My ankle.” She admits finally, “It’s sore and hurts more than usual.” Immediately she feels his body tense up underneath her at the thought of her being in any level of discomfort.

“Does the brace help?” he murmurs, now shifting her as he sits up and lays her on her back. “The brace is marvelous.” She assures him. “This much pain on the feet is normal for six months, it catches up when I’m sitting or lying down though.”

His only response is a huff; Elide bargains that he’s probably thinking of a way to brace her ankle even when relaxed and quietly laughs at the mother hen of a Fae warrior that she loves.

“What’s so funny?” Lorcan had crossed his legs underneath him and pulled her bad ankle onto his lap, gently kneading the mangled and ruined flesh with his fingers. Choosing to ignore his question, Elide let out a moan of utter bliss as her untreated ankle receives some attention.

Lorcan paused, his eyes darkening at her expression. She knew his mind had wandered to other memories associated with her moaning, and nudged his stomach with her foot. “Keep going.” She commands, and he resumed his ministrations with a dark chuckle.

“If that’s any indication, I should do this more often.” He said with a grin, Elide’s only response was breathy affirmation. She couldn’t tell if she was agreeing with him or cheering on his massage skills.

He takes his time, rubbing and kneading with care as if she were a fragile piece of art. Bringing her other foot to his lap as well, he gently probes some parts with his fingers and puts pressure on ones that seem stiff with soreness. All the while the only sounds that greet him are Elide’s soft sighs. After a while his quick ears detect her breath evening out and realizes that she has fallen asleep, a smile of contentment on those soft, pink lips of hers.

Lorcan crawls up beside her and throws an arm around her abdomen, shifting his body so that she is cocooned in his warmth. He knows that Elide will probably laugh it off in the morning, but he swore he felt a slight shift underneath the palm of his hand as he closed his eyes, finally succumbing to sleep.


Request: Thank you so much for writing off days, it was good!! Could you please do 6, 7, and 16 for any member of BTS, please?

6) “I never realized how much of a coward you are.”

7) “I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

16) You and your bias fake a relationship to make your crush jealous

Member: BTS Jimin x Y/N x (ft. Taehyung)

Type: sexy fluff

You leaned back in your chair, sending a drunken, but kind smile Jimin’s way. He nodded back in response before taking a long sip from his drink. His mouth formed a ghost of a smile as he looked away, watching the dance floor bumping only a few feet from his bar stool. 

It was rare that you would see him at a dance club, so you were pleasantly surprised when Tae had drug you out tonight. You had been cautiously loving Jimin from afar since the moment you had set eyes on him. Throughout the entirety of your attempted courtship, Jimin remained casually disinterested. That was when your best friend, Taehyung, had suggested you fake a relationship to draw his attention. Admittedly, you were a bit skeptical at first. You knew Tae knew Jimin just about better than anyone, and he was convinced that Jimin always wanted what he couldn’t have. If he couldn’t have you, Tae was sure that he’d become interested. 

“I never realized how much of a coward you are,” Taehyung laughed, setting his foot up on the nearby chair. He wiggled his eyebrows as he grinned at you. 

“And what do you mean by that Mr. Kim?” you slurred, ripping your eyes from Jimin and setting them on Taehyung. For a moment, his face went blank before his charming smile returned. 

“Stop being a dweeb and ask him to dance! Jimin loves to gyrate his hips on nearly anything,” Taehyung gasped, petting your knuckles with his finger tips. 

“You are probably the worst fake boyfriend  ever,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. 

“Should we stage a break up then? Let Jimin know you’re single and ready to mingle?” Taehyung giggled, sliding his feet from the chair and leaning toward you. “You know I’m an actor now.”

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” you hiccuped, shaking your head and patting him on the shoulder. You stood, straightening your clothes, and sauntered over to Jimin. 

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked while simultaneously praying that you didn’t trip. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you hummed, leaning against the bar beside JImin. You immediately winced at your words before slowly turning to him. He gazed at you with eyebrows raised, amusement coating his handsome features. 

“Is that honestly what you want to open with?” Jimin chuckled. “I at least expected to hear, “Come here often?”” 

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, trying to remember you were attempting to be seductive. “Do you plan on dancing tonight?”

Jimin cut you with a side eye, chewing on his lip as he contemplated. “I guess it would depend…on if you asked me or not.”

You inhaled sharply, not expecting to hear anything like that fall from his lips. You silently reminded your heart to continue it’s beating and calm the butterflies wildly flapping in your stomach. 

“And why…couldn’t you ask me?” you croaked, attempting to play his game. As you said the words, a slight tremble to them, you immediately lost your confidence. 

“Now that wouldn’t be very considerate of my dear friend, Taehyung, would it?” Jimin said, a cocky smile on his face. 

For a second you cursed Taehyung. No way would Jimin even begin to lay a finger on you if you were his best friend’s girl. You then proceeded to curse yourself, realizing you had agreed to the whole idea. 

Jimin bit his lip again, his eyes searching yours, a hint of something mischievous behind his actions. 

That’s when you realized. 

He knew. 

He knew you and Taehyung weren’t actually together.  The arrogant smile said it all. 

“Would you like to dance Jimin?” you said, your words slow and calm. 

“What about Tae?” Jimin asked, lifting his brow. 

“What about him?” 

Jimin’s hand snaked around your waist as he pushed you gently toward the dance floor, shooting a fleeting look to the table Taehyung was sitting at. Taehyung watched with an amused expression. Jimin gave him a short nod, keeping a strong hand placed on your hip. Almost as soon as your feet stepped on the glowing tiles, the DJ switched up the vibe. A song you recognized to be Jay Park’s Metronome began to pump slinkily through the speakers. 

A shy smile found it’s way onto Jimin’s lips as you spun toward him with wide eyes. He looked away, his cheeks bright red as the song continued, the couples around you getting closer and beginning to grind to the beat. You looked over hesitantly to Tae who wore a wide grin. He wiggled his fingers at you, jutting his chin out as a symbol to get on with it. You looked back up to Jimin who had watched your exchange. 

“When are you going to give up the act?” Jimin asked smoothly, spinning you around so you back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, placing his hand just shy of your pelvic bone. His hips eased back and forth to the pulse of the song, guiding you in the process. His opposite hand slid down your arm, tugging it up so your free hand could rest on the back of his neck. Once in place, his fingers slid up and down your forearm, his whispers purring in your ear. “You two have no chemistry.” 

“Says who?” you grumbled. You were starting to get whiplash from Jimin’s shifts from cute to confident. “Taehyung and I’s chemistry is hot…red hot.”

“Is that why he told me you’ve been crushing on me for weeks now?” Jimin chuckled. 

Fucking Taehyung. 

You glared to the table housing your “boyfriend,” Tae. Where your seat was previously vacant, sat a pretty girl, her twists swirled up into a bun. She was gorgeous. Her dark skin glimmered underneath the club lights as if she was made of gold. Taehyung stared at her in aw, like she was a piece of art come to life. 

You spun to face Jimin, your lips pursed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your bodies continued to slide against each other. He tangled his arms around you back, his thumb tracing burning circles into the light cotton comprising your top. “What did he tell you?” 

“That you two were dating,” Jimin nodded. “At first I was pissed. I never told him about how I felt for you, but I assumed he would catch on.”

“And then,” you hummed. 

“And then I realized he hadn’t caught on. He would drop lines about how cute you were, how funny you were. I knew this already. I was the one who liked you, not him. It seemed like it was a show and I wasn’t sure what he was getting at,” JImin continued. His hands roamed your body, the music taking control of his motions. Your breaths were ragged at this point, incapable of keeping up with Jimin’s close proximity. He smelled like spice, specifically cinnamon and something oddly like pepper. It was completely intoxicating, and it didn’t help that you were already drunk off of alcohol alone. 

“So finally, I told him that he was acting weird,” Jimin smiled. “And it took little coaxing for him to give up your arrangement.”

“Aish! What arrangement? It was all his-” you began, your words flying out of your mouth with an amazing speed. 

“You didn’t have to play games,” Jimin giggled, cutting you off. He leaned forward, his lips near your ear. “You could have had me whenever you wanted.”

You swallowed. Hard. You thought your blood had frozen in your veins and your stomach dropped as he growled the words. You leaned away from him, only for him to chase you as you moved. He dug his face into your neck, placing a light kiss on your heated skin before pulling away. 

“Does that still apply?” you whispered, afraid of the words before they were vocalized. 

“Do you still want me?” Jimin purred. 

You gasped as Jimin yanked you even closer, an act you thought nearly impossible as you were already chest to chest. His lips hovered over yours, waiting for any kind of answer. You nodded shortly, incapable of verbalizing anything. He had already taken your breath away. 

Jimin smiled slightly before closing the centimeter gap and pressed his plump lips against yours. You were surprised by the heat they created, moving against your mouth as if they were their own song. Your eyes locked shut and you thought your lungs would explode. You had never felt anything like this. Jimin kissed you as if you weren’t in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by people, completely exposed. It was something intimate and intense. After a few moments, his lips reluctantly pulled from yours, his gaze concentrated on your face.

Your attention remained on him as well, your skin heating up from all of the attention. Jimin smiled, his eyes refocusing on something over your shoulder. You spun, beginning to laugh as you eyed Taehyung bopping on the dance floor, the pretty girl from earlier smiling beside him. 

“Don’t worry!” he shouted over the music, doing a slight shoulder dance as he spoke. “I give you my blessing!” 

“I guess that means you two have broken up,” Jimin laughed. “I have to say, I’d love to be your rebound.” 

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colorfulmusicunknown  asked:

How did the rest of the peeps react to hearing about Ransoms royalty-ness?

Ahhh I was hoping someone would ask for something like this!!

Bitty: Bitty worries that he’s going to get Ransom into some kind of trouble, since he tweets about him and Holster all the time. Holster assures him that Bitty’s twitter has been monitored very carefully since they met and he hasn’t posted anything that would be a problem. Bitty isn’t sure if he’s relieved or weirded out.

Jack: Jack doesn’t change. He’s always been polite and respectful to Ransom, so he continues to be polite and respectful.

Lardo: Lardo already knows. She did an art piece once based on the royal family and then later on she sketched Ransom and noticed how much Prince Charlie looked like Ransom. And then she put together the former queen’s last name with his. She didn’t know for sure 100% but she still knew.

Shitty: Shitty is so worried that he said something at some point that really offended the royal family and, by association, Ransom. Ransom has to assure him he didn’t.

Nursey: “That’s chill, bro.”

Dex: Dex gets really nervous around Ransom all of a sudden. He’s really concerned about saying or doing the wrong thing. Until Ransom sits him down and tells him to stop treating him differently. He’s still the same guy as before. Then Dex goes back to normal, with just a hint of nervousness at times.

Chowder: Chowder asks a bunch of questions. So. Many. Questions. Ransom doesn’t mind answering them, though. He’d rather be asked a bunch of questions than have his friends get weird.

“She’s My Cherry-Pie.”

Summary: The music industry wasn’t all roses and rainbows. Y/N had learned from the start that if she was going to excel, she had no time for fuckboys and distractions. She was here to make a name for herself and her band… but sometimes, frontmen with bright blue eyes and cocky smirks were a little too hard to resists. When Y/N bumps into Andy backstage, she learns that the hard way.

Warnings: Just your basic smut warning.

please like/reblog if you read! requests are currently open!

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22 - Van’s POV

Request: Van appreciating the reader’s curves and he can’t keep his hands or eyes off of her no matter where they go

I hope this is okay anon, let me know what you think xx


“Van! Come in here I need some advice!” Y/n called from the bedroom. I put my guitar down and groaned as I stood up from the couch. I must be getting old. 

Y/n and I were going on our first proper date night since I’d gotten home. I was beyond buzzing. I couldn’t wait to take her out and show her a good time…not to mention show her off. We didn’t do the fancy date thing often, but when we did, we were gonna do it right. I’d booked us a table at a classy restaurant but beforehand I was gonna take her to a bar up the road and get a few drinks. I’d even put on my best white button up and black jacket. 

As I walked into the room, y/n was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. She turned around when she heard me and I swear to god my jaw nearly fell off. She was wearing a new dress, it clung to her curves in all the right ways but was still proper lady like. She looked absolutely stunning.

My wide eyes and open jaw quickly turned into a massive grin and I threw my arms up into the air.

“She’s the queen of all I’ve seen!” I sang the words to my favourite Oasis song loudly and y/n giggled. I walked over to her and put one hand on her shoulder, looking her up and down in awe.

“Babe you look fucking incredible. Like you always do. But Christ, this is somethin’ else,” I told her honestly. I was totally blown away. She’d really gone all out for date night. 

“I don’t look fat in this?” She asked nervously, turning back to the mirror and pulling at the tight fabric.

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“I feel like it’s too tight. I don’t really have the body for this kind of thing,” she sighed. 

“Y/n. You look amazing, beautiful, sexy. All of it. I’m not just sayin’ that. Wear what you feel comfortable in but just know it’s taking all my energy to not just rip the damn thing off you,” I said in her ear, hugging her from behind as she faced the mirror.

“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Yeah, babe. And the fuck you mean you don’t have the body for it? Any body is the right body,” I kissed her cheek gently as to not mess up her makeup. 

“I love you Van,” she said, turning and kissing my lips. 

“I love you too, y/n,” I kissed her back and ran my hands along her sides. She was driving my crazy even just like this.


Y/n was stood at the bar ordering drinks for us and I was sat at the table keeping it saved. I stared at her like mad. Couldn’t take my eyes off her. I noticed a few other guys check her out and I didn’t blame them. She was fucking beautiful. I felt like some star struck kid seeing their celebrity crush on tv. I stared at her more, licking my lips as she walked back over to me with our drinks in hand. My eyes lingered on her face and how her eyes glistened. Then on her hips and their gentle curve outwards and back in. 

“I can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” I told her in sheer wonder.

“Now you know how I feel about you,” y/n smiled, tapping my nose with her finger sweetly. I grinned. 

I brushed my legs against hers under the table and held her free hand above it. I was just desperate to feel her touch. 

“That dress was a damn good idea y/n,” I licked my lips again and smiled.

“Clearly you’re just with me for my looks. I can’t shut you up about it can I?” She teased.

“Hey babe, no way. You’re dead smart and funny too. You’re loving and kind and I just love you to bits, you know? But I won’t deny you’re really fucking attractive,” I gushed, using my hands to talk.

“And no, you can’t get me to shut up about it and I don’t want to.”

Y/n smiled shyly and looked down at our entwined hands. I loved how even after all this time, I could still make her insides turn to jelly like that. Everyone else in the room seemed to fade away and all that was left was the two of us at this small table, my skin on hers and hers on mine.

“What do you say we go get dinner now so I can wine and dine you then get you home?” I asked cheekily.

“And what would you do with me then?” She responded, tilting her head to one side and batting her eyelashes. She knew exactly what I’d do.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,“ I winked.

“You’re such a flirt, Van McCann,” she said lovingly, stroking her thumb over the top of my hand.

“Would you have it any other way?” I asked, smiling like a kid on Christmas.



"Fuck me, that is good!” I exclaimed, sitting back in my chair with my hands on my stomach.

“You can say that again,” y/n agreed, spooning the last bit of her main meal into her mouth. She licked her lips in satisfaction and moved her hair off her face. 

I finished the last bit of wine in my glass and pulled my jacket across my stomach to hide the food baby. I was buzzing off the all the drinks, not drunk though. I could tell y/n was the same. We both glanced around the room. It was beautiful; fancy chandeliers and all that. I really didn’t fit in. There were business men with pocket watches and their fancy wives and kids who’d never known what it meant to struggle.

“Wanna get out of here?” I asked, staring right into her eyes.

“But we haven’t had dessert?” She pouted.

“I’ll buy ya ice cream on the way home or summat?” I offered and she perked up straight away. 

I paid the bill and took y/n’s hand, leading her out of the restaurant. We walked down the city street laughing and singing, occasionally stopping to kiss in a manner that was probably way too much PDA. I snaked my arm around her waist and rubbed circles on her skin. 

“What flavour will you get?” She asked.

“Of what?”

“Ice cream, idiot,” she teased. I’d totally forgotten; I was way too focused on her. 

“None for me, you’re all I need,” I responded.

“Hey, twirl for me,” I said, holding one of her hands and putting some space between us.

Y/n twirled and danced around in front of me and I watched her with lovesick eyes. 

“Don’t you ever forget that I think you’re a fuckin’ goddess, yeah?” I said seriously. She just nodded and laughed, falling into me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. 

Once we’d finally found the ice cream place, I bought y/n a scoop of her favourite flavour and watched happily as she ate it fast, enjoying it. We sat outside on a small rickety table in the street.

“Here, try some,” she said softly, scooping some onto the spoon for me. 

“Almost as sweet as you babe!” I said, licking the spoon clean. Y/n just rolled her eyes. I knew that was a good sign.

She stood up and went to put the cup in the bin. Once again my eyes lingered on her frame and I felt restless. It was starting to get cold and y/n was shivering from the ice cream. I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. I pulled her into me for a hug and she rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but slip my hands under the jacket and run them up and down her body where no one else could see. 

“Cheeky,” she giggled into my neck.

“Can we go home now?” I asked; I was getting desperate. 

“Well aren’t you needy tonight?” She laughed.

I pulled away from her and shrugged.

“Let’s go,” she took my hand and led me up the street.

I squeezed her hand and she squeezed mine back.

“That dress I’m tellin’ ya,” I winked. 

Y/n rolled her eyes at me again and I swear she was doing it just to make me go crazy. 

“And to think, I thought I was too curvy. But here you are crazy about it,” she sighed happily.

“I’m more than crazy about it, love. And don’t forget, there’s more to this package than just the curves. I get all of it, inside and out, and I couldn’t be luckier.”

“I know you love me in this dress, I hope you still feel the same when I take it off,” she pouted.

“Love, a piece of art doesn’t just stop being a masterpiece because you turn the lights off. You’re no different.”

As y/n and I walked home, we each listed all the things we loved about each other, starting with the physical stuff and ending with things like ‘I love the way you put your dirtiest underwear from tour in a plastic bag so I don’t have to touch them when I help you unpack’. When we got home, we fell through the door and I finally got to rip the damn dress off her perfect body and run my hands over it as freely as I liked.

anonymous asked:

For the shipping ask Ariel and Moana please!

  • who hogs the duvet: Ariel
  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Moana.
  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Ariel. She gives Moana art pieces made from her collection of human things.
  • who gets up first in the morning: Moana
  • who suggests new things in bed
  • who cries at movies: Both
  • who gives unprompted massages: Both
  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Both
  • who gets jealous easiest: Ariel.
  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Ariel. She likes all kinds of music and some of it is…odd.
  • who collects something unusual: Ariel.
  • who takes the longest to get ready: Ariel.
  • who is the most tidy and organized: Moana is better at this. Ariel leaves her things lying around a lot and has to be reminded to pick them up.
  • who gets most excited about the holidays: Both.
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: They take turns.
  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Neither.
  • who starts the most arguments: Neither.
  • who suggests that they buy a pet: Both. Ariel wants to save all the fish at the pet store, Moana wants to protect pigs and chickens.
  • what couple traditions they have: 
  • what tv shows they watch together: Ariel’s favorite show is the Antique Roadshow, and she gets Moana into it. 
  • what other couple they hang out with: I don’t know about couples, but they’d hang out with Maui and Ariel’s sisters a lot.
  • how they spend time together as a couple: Moana likes sailing and swimming, and Ariel likes exploring the land and collecting odd treasures, so they do it all.
  • who made the first move: Ariel. Kiss the girl!
  • who brings flowers home: Moana.
  • who is the best cook: Moana. Their meals are mostly vegetarian.
the finest piece of art,
molded by the universe
to spit in the face of
mankind’s finest
the epitome of perfection.
All those creating beauty,
from poets to painters,
even plastic surgeons, all –
tear up when they see her,
facing their own
I revered her. Still do, actually.
I have little sense of divinity,
but a goddess, I once knew.
A goddess, she.
—  I once knew a goddess, by M.A. Tempels © 2016
The signs as different sapphics
  • Aries: Space sapphic. Finding galxies in her eyes. Traveling at the speed of light, through a million galxies just to see her smile. Giving her a piece of the moon to keep in her bedside table. She thinks of you everytime the stars come out.
  • Taurus: Garden sapphic. Leaving freshcut flowers on her doorstep every summer. Planting flowers with her every spring. You weed your garden together, and your fingertips graze each other's.
  • Gemini: Moon sapphic. Staying up late with her. Connecting the freckles on her skin to make constellations. The moonlight streams in from her window, and you can't tear your eyes away from her sleeping face.
  • Cancer: Ocean sapphic. Tasting the salt on her skin. Skinny dipping by the light of the moon. Giving her rocks that you find on the ocean floor. Splashing her and melting when she giggles.
  • Leo: Summer sapphic. Laying in the front yard with her, tanning. Walking down to the ice cream parlor and feeding her a sundae. Watching storms roll over the horizon with her.
  • Virgo: Cafe sapphic. Waiting for her with her favorite drink ready. Studying together and rewarding each other's hard work with a kiss. Surprising her at work with a cup of coffee when she can't make a coffee date.
  • Libra: Artsy sapphic. Painting a portrait of her. Going on museum dates and thinking she's the most valuable piece of art anywhere you go. Asking her to pose nude for you, and you try not to blush too much or look for too long. Reenacting that scene from Ghost with the pottery wheel.
  • Scorpio: Vintage sapphic. Only touching in private. Everyone thinks you're just friends, but you two know better. Putting on her favorite record and slow dancing in your living room.
  • Sagittarius: Sun sapphic. Lazy mornings with her. Riding bikes and laughing too loud. Rubbing aloe and kissing her sunburn. Kissing all of her freckles.
  • Capricorn: Forest sapphic. Climbing a tree and leaning down across a branch to kiss her. Walking through the woods and protecting her from the spiders or bugs. Collecting different leaves and telling her all about the trees.
  • Aquarius: Winter sapphic. Cuddling with her on a winter night, underneath a quilt. Making her hot chocolate and kissing her cold forehead. Frolicking around in the first snowfall.
  • Pisces: Bookstore sapphic. Your eyes meet in between the bookshelves. You read her excerpts from your favorite book. You leave handwritten poems in her favorite books, she finds them every time. Sharing a kiss by the romance section.

“Lou wanted to study fashion, and with that there is an inherent love of clothes. We sort of made her a collector of clothes. Some of the pieces she had were like pieces of art to her. Emilia Clarke is naturally a very lovely, enthusiastic, loads of energy kind of girl. So, I think she just got into it, really.” - Costume designer Jill Taylor on creating Lou’s wardrobe for ‘Me Before You’