so i might as well put them up

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“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”

Please consider Song of Achilles au for tododeku im crying at a dennys

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Here’s something I’ve been working on to put all of my studying ideas in one place. These are probably going to be better for the sciences because those are the subjects I study, but you can apply them to anything really. At first I was going to make a bujo page out of it, but I thought it might help someone else as well. Happy studying! 

(the backstory to this is that I was really confused over the Easter holidays because I didn’t know how to revise bio and chem after doing my notes agessss ago, so this is what I came up with) 

also s/o to powerpoint for being the only software I can use

Childish (MET with Reader) fluffy drabble

Originally posted by arophan

(( gif not mine - perfect ))

(A/n): guys I’m bored

Summary: The reader is a bit frustrated, so she fixes it herself

Warnings: swearing and stuff

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Aggressively, (Y/n) threw up her arms.

“Okay, well, I quit.” she called.

It was very close to one in the morning, and (Y/n) was pissed.

As she was, she lived with Teamiplier as their graphic designer. Although, her tasks were relatively simple, that doesn’t mean she was always able to slip her way out of staying up late.

Like tonight for instance.

Her work seemed like it was cheating her, and her graphics table wasn’t willing to cooperate. All (Y/n) wanted was to get her shit done. But noo.

“Alright, fuck it.”

She arose from her desk chair and snuck herself around the corner, down a hallway of bedrooms. Firstly, she fixed her sock. Then, the girl entered the first bedroom on her left.

“Ethan…” she whispered.

Creeping down his carpet, (Y/n) was careful not to trip in the inkwell darkness.

“Dad.”

“Dad…?” the blue boy mumbled thickly. Ethan squirmed a little in his sheets, before looking up at his intruder.

“Get dressed.” she told him.

He fell from his bed, in the most literal sense, and began to pick up whatever clothes were on his floor.

“That’s the opposite of what I want a girl to say while in my room at night…” he commented, tumbling about.

(Y/n) chuckled at his weak joke and made her way down to the next room. Of course, Ethan would wake up to an absurd comment like ‘Dad’. She had legitimately confused him awake.

Quietly creaking into the neighboring room, she had opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Yeah, I know,” said the gruff voice “get dressed, right?”

“Please?” the girl smiled in the dark.

“I’m already dressed.” Tyler sighed, standing up. He surprised (Y/n) by being fully clad in jeans and a t-shirt.

“I had just finished work and literally flopped onto my bed without undressing…” he admitted. (Y/n) laughed.

Together, both (Y/n) and Tyler entered the final room on the left side.

“Markimoo~” (Y/n) lulled softly, peeping in through the door. No movement was detected from the bed, other than slow breathing.

“Mark…?” she said again, a tad louder. When still nothing came up, she looked to her tall companion. Tyler then spoke frighteningly.

“Asshat-”

Mark screamed.

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“Where are we going again?” asked Ethan, yawning quaintly.

(Y/n) finished buckling her seatbelt before she responded.

“Well, uh, nowhere in particular…” she spoke sheepishly, turning to the blue boy “I was just really frustrated a couple of minutes ago… and driving at night helps me. So do you guys. I just thought… if I put them together, I might be able to get more done.”

Mark laughed heartily from the back seat.

“Well, no problem, doll face. I’m here to help!”

The girl beamed at his words.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” pondered Tyler.

“At one in the morning?” asked both (Y/n) and Ethan.

Tyler raised his hands and shoulders defensively “Hey, she said she was sad. I’m gunna’ treat her to ice cream. At one in the morning.”

(Y/n) smiled at him kindly, thanking him as well. Ethan rolled his eyes while Mark sputtered some words of his own.

“Yeah well, not if I treat her first…” he claimed, challenging Tyler with his stare.

The blue haired male sighed, and put the car into drive.

He taunted “Imagine that, getting treated to ice cream by the Markiplier at one in the morning. Oh, the chivalry.”

Both him and (Y/n) giggled, while (Y/n) added “Every girl’s dream.

“Which of you actually know which ice cream flavour I prefer, though?” the girl asked the two men in the back.

Mark said “VANILLA-!”

While Tyler said “Chocolate.”

Now the challenging stares really began.

“How childish..” sighed Ethan. He smiled widely as he pulled out of the driveway.

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(A/n): Imagine getting taken out at one in the morning for ice cream just because you’re sad

Daddy Tip #5

As an experienced daddy dom I’ve had the chance to get close to quite a few littles, and unfortunately have heard a lot of examples of ways they should NOT have ever been treated from past daddies.

The Dd/lg bond is a very special one that needs to be handled differently than most relationships. Many littles are quite sensitive and the small things you do (or don’t do) can have a very big impact on their feelings. The best daddies will do everything they can to lift their littles up wherever they can (and I don’t just mean physically!) so I wanted to put this out there and share my experiences with others.

In this series I cover many tips I think that every daddy should know, and it’d also be great if other daddies could share theirs with me as well. Some of the things I share might seem obvious, but this is only a sign that you’re likely already a pretty good daddy yourself.

Littles are also encouraged to share these tips with their daddies or simply reblog them to spread more awareness, hopefully resulting in more happy littles and couples!

Finally, regardless of the pronouns and titles I use, most of these tips will apply to all Cg/L relationships.

So without further ado, here’s tip #5:

Daddy Tip #5: Know When To Say No

Being a good Daddy isn’t about letting your little get whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. Your role is a Daddy is to do what’s in her best interests, even when it’s against what she wants at that very moment.

She was cranky from being tired today? Don’t allow her to stay up late.

She gets upset because she doesn’t want to accept your punishment? Don’t give in and lessen it.

She missed you and wants extra cuddles? Alright, you can give in this time…

Here’s my point. Littles can be manipulative little things. Puppy dog eyes, butt wiggles or little pouts can get to you and you may find yourself thinking “I can ease up just this one time…”

Don’t. Once they know what strings to pull they’re going to keep doing it, and that’s not their fault.

Remember that littles need this structure in their life. They need a dom. They need someone to say no to them, even when they don’t want to hear it.

Even if it feels wrong, it’s usually part of being a good Daddy. And if you end up taking it too far and becoming too strict, encourage your little to talk with you about it.

お前が惚れ込んだ

Since it seems I’m just doing dumps of things that have been sitting in my drafts forever I might as well put up this one too! I’ve been angry about the official translation of this line for years.

似鳥:鯨津高校って、水泳の超名門ですよね!すごいです!さすが凛先輩の親友! ってことは、七瀬さんたちとも親友なんですか?
Nitori: Tokitsu high school is really famous for swimming isn’t it? That’s amazing! As expected of Rin-Senpai’s friend! So does that mean you’re friends with Nanase-san and them too?

凛:こいつは、佐野小時代のダチだ。ハルとは関係ねえよ。
Rin: This guy is a friend from my days at Sano Elementary. He has nothing to do with Haru.

宗介:七瀬のことなら知ってる。
昔、大会で勝負したことがあるからな。
あいつと泳ぐと、全身がピリピリさせられた。
さすが、お前が惚れ込んだだけのことはある。
Sousuke: I know about Nanase though.
Because I swam against him at a tournament once.
When I swam against him, it made my whole body tingle.
But of course, you didn’t fall in love with him for nothing.


Yeah that’s right. I will forever be bitter that crunchyroll chose not to translate it this way. In every other show when it is used between a boy and a girl 惚れ込んだ is always translated as “fall in love”

I JUST NOTICED THAT YUURI ACTUALLY BROUGHT A VIKTOR POSTER WITH HIM TO UNI HE’S SO CUTE HELP 

AND A LITTLE POODLE PLUSHIE PROBABLY TO REMIND HIM OF VICCHAN this boy is killing me how did I not notice that this was his room until now

FUNNY TO NOTE that it’s the same poster he has displayed in his room once he gets home again

and also the one they show at the top of the pile once he panics and rips them all off the walls

AND ALSO THE ONE THAT MYSTERIOUSLY ENDS UP IN VIKTOR’S ROOM AFTERWARDS

I KNOW I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT the fact that Viktor might have found Yuuri’s poster collection and recovered this specific poster is the wildest thing (OR he just brought his own poster because well it’s Viktor Nikiforov and I wouldn’t put it past him)

it seems very likely that this is Yuuri’s absolute favorite poster of Viktor and the fact that it might also be Viktor’s favorite poster of himself is just SO CUTE

truly a blessed image 

anonymous asked:

Can you make a story where taehyungs best friend loses a bet so they have to wear a vibrator all day during school that taehyung controlls and can turn on and control how fast or slow it goes when he wants thanks :))))))

Black Panties:

You stretched out your stiff joints as you rolled over in the cocoon of sheets that were on your bed. The big comforter sliding off one side as the sheets trapped your legs into the confines of the ends. You didn’t want to wake up, but the soft sounds of ‘Boys’ by Charlie XCX alerted you that your alarm was going off. Rubbing your hands over your face you sighed softly, cracking your eyes open and damn near falling out of the bed as you gasped and yelped with fright. Taehyung was sitting on the edge of your bed smirking down at you as he watched your frightened state clearly unaffected by the inhuman noises you were letting out of your mouth.

“Taehyung! What in God’s name!” You cried out detangling yourself from the covers to place them over your chest covering up your breast that were spilling out of your tank top. Taehyung gave a boyish grin that lit up his facial features and brown orbs that seemed to melt you in every time you looked at him.

“You did give me a key to come over whenever I wanted. Besides, it is time for me to tell you the punishment that’s in store for you.” Taehyung boasted proudly sticking his chest out and you groaned falling back against the soft sheets letting them flip up around you, your eyes slowly falling back closed.

“Five more minutes.” You grunted but Taehyung wasn’t having it. He crawled onto the bed and started to tickle you with his fingertips running up and down your sides causing your loud yelping noises to come back full fledge. Your body squirmed under him as your arms pushed out to attack him but he dodged every attack that you had in store for him. He straddled your waist laughing down at you, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he let his own deep chuckles wrap around the both of your ear drums causing you to shiver because his everything was intoxicating. “Mercy!” You called out and finally he pulled back smiling down at you both of your breathing ragged as he plopped back down on his ass and you squirmed to sit up, if your hair was disheveled before it looked like a tornado landed on top of your head now.

“Go get ready bed head.” Taehyung teased as he ruffled your hair combing through the locks but also gripping at your hair causing you to gasp and look at him.

“it’s too early.” You slapped at his shoulder and he pulled you onto his lap before you stood up and pulled down the booty shorts that you had on. Taehyung had no problem sliding his hand up to caress your ass cheeks as he watched you walk away into the bathroom.

You stood there and started to brush your teeth and wash your face doing the main things that would help you get rid of your sleepy state. You started to mess with your hair running your fingers through it and combing it out, fixing it to make it look presentable for the day. You didn’t feel like putting on makeup or anything that required extra work because you had also stayed up late the night before and now you were dreading every making such a decision. Once you walked back out to Taehyung your eyes finally look in what he had on. Black skinny jeans that had rips at the knee and a long sleeved blue sweater. His newly dyed blonde hair was getting him attention for sure and you always being around him saw how he ate that shit up.

“So, having a good morning blondie?” You teased him as you went to your closet to look for some clothes frowning because you didn’t know what to wear.

“I did. Also, I wouldn’t wear anything too tight if I were you.” Taehyung stated and you groaned softly to yourself, deciding on leggings and a T-shirt of your favorite anime. You walked out with the clothes in your hand and saw that Taehyung had just finished making up your bed. Your heart swelled as you watched the male, he took care of you and it was times like this where you questioned why you two kept the title of just best friends. You did everything together. Even each other. The thought made your cheeks tint pink but you waved it off as you sat the clothes down onto the edge of the bed standing in front of them watching him. Taehyung saw you and he came to sit by your clothes smiling up at you gripping onto his backpack.

“I told you not to make a bet with me. I know things and I have people that tell me things. And you can imagine how happy I was when I heard first hand that our biology quiz was canceled for today.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned inwardly. You had been on his ass all week about studying for the test on Friday because you didn’t want him to fail. Both you and Taehyung had the same major so he was always in your classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and you wanted to help him out. But he insisted that there would be no test today and for you to calm down. One too many insults back and forth between the two of you; and your mouth was opening a bet being placed on if there was a test today or not. The bet went for a range of things. If he won you had to try out these new panties that vibrated and if you won he had to wear a skirt to class all day and not complain about it.

“Shut up, just because you know things it doesn’t mean you are always right.” You said bitterly and Taehyung mocked you nodding his head as he pulled his backpack onto his lap unzipping it and taking out the new package for you. He undid it and slipped another package out and your eyes watched as he placed the vibrator into a little opening compartment where your pussy was going to be resting and your legs lightly buckled. Your pussy tingled as you thought about it, your heart rate slowly starting to pick up as sweat prickled at your temples on each side of your head. Taehyung held up the remote and smiled happily before handing over the black panties.

“It doesn’t matter if I am always right or not. I was right today so be a good girl and put on these panties or I will spank you.” Taehyung threated you and you slowly started to strip.

“You make that sound like a bad thing, but I don’t want to be late for class once again so I might as well take my loss.” You grumbled out your complaints as you started to peel of layers of clothes until you were in nothing. Slowly, you stepped into the panties and pulled them up your legs before your bra and then your clothes. It felt snug against your pussy and the part that you dreaded the most had come true. The bullet pressed against your clit the most. You sighed to yourself before you searched for your shoes keys and your backpack.

“I’m going to drive today.” Taehyung stated and you nodded your head knowing that he had a motive up his sleeve so you weren’t going to question him about it.

Once you were at school, you got out of the car and walked beside the male towards your first class. It was like any other day but you couldn’t help the nervous feeling you felt swirling into the pit of your stomach wondering when he would turn the panties on or use them against you. The thought alone had you wanting to run away from him and hide, he was ruthless when it came to things like this.

You were in the classroom before you knew it, your mind finally focusing onto the task at hand. You loved English class, it was the only class you were the best at and it helped that you occasionally dabbled in writing yourself though it wasn’t that good. The teacher came in wearing a dazzling smile on his lips that made your heart stop along with the rest of the student body in that classroom. Once he started to talk you forgot about everything including the stupid lost bet between you and Taehyung. Taehyung himself did not like the fact that you were drooling over your professor because the male also flirted with you.

“Raise your hand if you can tell me what kind of emotion Shakespeare must have been facing when he was writing this story.”

Your hand went up immediately and the teacher smiled, his eyes training on you as he turned to face you stating your name. As soon as your lips parted Taehyung had fished the remote out of his pocket and turned the vibrations up to the medium setting. A soft moan left your lips as your mouth stayed perched open from surprise. Some of the people in the classroom laughed finding it funny and others finding it ‘cute’. Some girls who had it out for you sneered their noses up at you finding what you did to be an insult. Taehyung himself felt very proud as he watched you stammer over your words and try to get your answer out.

“Thank you very much for that explanation. Anyone else?” The teacher asked avoiding you for the rest of the class period but honestly you could care less. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you pinpointed the vibrations pressing it down against the seat so that you could rock your hips against it gently to not alert anyone else of the vibrations that were present. In no time, your orgasm was swelling in your stomach, your mouth falling open again as you started to pant, the sweat starting to prickle at your forehead and neck, you were sure your juices were slipping past your bottoms and landing on the seat itself. You were shifting to get it to press harder against you but the moment you thought you’d cum, the vibrations were cut off. Your body jolted violently against the seat and you covered it up by reaching down into your backpack as if you suddenly remembered you had to get something out. Looking up at Taehyung you watched him tap the remote against his knee before he pushed it back into his pocket.

Orgasm denial was your biggest kink, so it only helped you become more wet because you knew the more worked up you got the more the orgasm would be when you were finally allowed to cum. Taehyung was thinking the same thing, he waited for twenty minutes to pass before he turned it back on the lowest setting this time, letting it soothe your puckered pink clit but not give you enough to make you cum like you wanted. As the class was winding down you gathered your stuff happy that Taehyung had once again turned off the vibrations and let you pack up as he did so as well. You were both walking down the hallways to go towards your next class when you felt the high vibrations of the panties press against your clit. Crying out you fell against Taehyung reaching out blindly for him as the sensitivity overtook your pussy. Your hips rutted against nothing and Taehyung wrapped his arm around your lower back pulling you towards him. You looked so beautiful with ragged breath and disheveled hair. Your body starting to coat in sweat as you trembled from the pleasure that he was giving you. Taehyung led you to class, slowly walking with you but the shifting of your weight only added in helping the bullet tear up your clit.

The moment you were in your next class you held onto the edges of the table, bending over to drop your backpack down you felt as if your very spot itself was being fucked. Your legs gave out and you fell against the floor as Taehyung turned off the vibrations. One of your fellow classmates came to check on you, wanting to see if you were okay and once you assured her that you were fine your high slowly came down. Your legs wobbled a bit but you were able to make your way into the seat your heart rate calming down a bit.

It drove you crazy the whole class. You sat in the front of this class where Taehyung sat in the back. The whole class period he drove you crazy giving you, an intense two minutes of the high settings watching as you gripped onto the desk so hard that your knuckles changed colors only for him to deny you and shut it off. And then repeat it for a longer period with the volume on low. You couldn’t even count on your hands how many times he had denied you in the past hour alone. Your eyes were so close to rolling back at one point that you had to shut them and wince, squeezing your legs together you heard the teacher speaking to you asking if everything was okay. It went that way for every class period. Of course, you had breaks throughout your classes where you went to lunch or the library to study and hang out with friends where Taehyung became bolder, doing things like gripping at one of your legs to push them apart letting the bullet tear up your clit as your nails dug into his arms. Your cheeks had become swollen from how much tears you had shed over the course of the first half of the day.

Your biology class was the worse. As soon as the teacher started to explain why she did what she did Taehyung made sure to turn the vibrations on for ten seconds on maximum only to shut them off and let you rest for five seconds. You were frustrated, beyond mad at all the teasing. You were fed up and you needed the pent-up energy to be released. Your hands gripped onto the table again in the middle of the classroom and you started to cry, your body shaking from the ruined state it was in. Your pussy felt so sensitive it was hurting to even close your legs. It was throbbing and you knew there was a puddle in your seat. Shifting your legs down against the spot, you let your leggings take up the wetness, hearing your teacher once again call for you, you eyed her with a pained expression.

“Do you need to go to the nurse dear? You don’t look so well.” She said with worry written on her face.

“I- don’t feel so good but I really can’t miss class.” You whined softly letting your tears fall down your face making it seem like you were just upset behind the thought of having to leave class. Your teacher gave you a gentle smile as she shook her head.

“I am sure that your syllabus will show you the work for next class assignment. You can always email me and I will assist you in any way possible.” Your teacher stated and you nodded your head slowly wiping your puffy eyes and stuffing your belongings into your backpack as the vibrations were shut off.

“Yes Mr. Kim?” The teacher asked Taehyung and he cleared his throat sitting up and trying his best to keep the shit eating grin from his face.

“May I take her to the nurse? She doesn’t look like she will be able to get there on her own if she’s in that much pain.” He pleaded waiting for you to stand up and brace against the table worried that you were going to fall if you didn’t. Your teacher typically didn’t want anyone to walk out of class but because you looked as if you needed a helping your hand. She gave him a nod when concern on her features as she watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder. Taehyung moved to scoop you up in his arms carrying you out of the classroom walking down the hallway as he smirked at you, he was being a bit too nice to you but as soon as he started, it ended. Taehyung sat you down and turned the vibrations back on medium as he watched you.

“Stand up and walk to the bathroom.” Taehyung demanded and you gazed up at him with an incredulous look on your features shaking your head left to right. “Stand up and walk or you won’t cum for a whole week at least not with me.”

You puffed your cheeks and nodded your head standing up you took slow steps to the bathroom that was around the corner and down the hall. It was torturous for you to walk all that way and Taehyung stayed behind you teasing you with shifting the remote settings from medium to low. You pushed open the door harshly and Taehyung followed you turning the vibrations up on high. He watched you run for a stall before your legs gave out and he chuckled. He was a bit sadistic when it came to you and it knew one day he would have to learn how to control it but today was not that day. He pushed the stall door open watching as your body pressed against the wall, your legs wobbled and you were crying looking at him need in your eyes, unruly lust there as well. The sight made Taehyung’s already hardened shaft feel as if his pants couldn’t get any tighter and the amount of blood that rushed there almost made his head sway as well. He gripped both of your backpacks hanging them on the little clip that was behind the stall. He locked the stall and he moved towards you in the tight space spreading your legs wider with his own. His hand reached down to feel the drenched soaking wet fabric. He looked in your eyes as he pressed the vibrations hard against your clit watching you yelp out in pain more than pleasure.

“My poor baby does it hurt?” He teased as he felt your hips react before he moved to shut off the vibrations once he knew you were close again. You nodded your head, your hands reaching to pull him closer, you knew what he wanted and needed.

“Please Taehyung.” You spoke your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me, I need you deep inside of my pussy. I know you miss it. I miss feeling you. I miss having your thick dick buried deep inside of me stretching me out as you fuck the shit out of me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum. I don’t think I can take anymore. My pussy hurts so bad but I still want you, I need you to make this better. Only you can. Please Taehyung, please Daegu.” You called him that nickname when you were needy or wanted to get under his skin because you knew he loved it and he could never say no. Pressing gentle kisses against his lips and soon all over his face. Taehyung growled against your ear as you started to suck and nibble on his lobe. His hands gripped at the sides of your hips yanking down the leggings from your body. Next the panties followed, he was so eager that when he picked you up by the back of your thighs, your bottoms rested against your ankles but he never took them off.

“Hold them up.” You nodded your head grabbing at your bottoms holding them with your hand, Taehyung started to unzip his pants and pull out his hardened shaft that was throbbing and warm in his hand. The tip angry and red, little beads of precum already on the tip from how worked up he had made himself all day. He moved to press his body against yours, resting your legs up against your chest. Your hands had to move up to grip onto your bottoms making sure that it was easy for the both of you to get this quickie on. Taehyung grind his hips against yours, his thick appendage dragging up and down your pussy lips grazing your sensitive clit and you whined more feeling something real against you this around. Taehyung coated his shaft with your juices and slipped his member down against your dripping opening. He slipped inside of you with ease your juices making the perfect lube from how wet you had been all day. Taehyung let his hands grip onto your thighs, his nails digging into the flesh as he started to deeply grind against you. He fucked you deep and hard, bottoming out instantly to help aid his thrusts. Your body moved up and down against the wall as Taehyung ate up your cries, the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy could be heard in the bathroom. Taehyung started to jackhammer inside of you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely get out any word moan or phrase. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto the bottoms above your head your toes curling in the shoes as he snapped his hips against yours. The bathroom door swinging open along with the animated chatter of voices let you both know that you weren’t alone. Taehyung moved to press his lips against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. He sucked eagerly on your tongue searching the roof of your mouth and around the insides of your cheeks. Your spit mixing as he ground his hips in deep circles against you angling himself to find your spot. Your muffled cries were almost heard by the girls that were chatting, peeing and fixing their makeup discussing dinner plans for after class. Taehyung had you in a state of ruin, he was good at picking your body apart and making you feel on cloud nine. Your back was arching against him as your pussy eagerly squeezed him deeper inside, being so used to being molded and fit perfectly for him.

As soon as the girl’s left he pulled back. Rotating and slamming his hips harder against yours, causing the walls of the stall itself to shake lightly and sound off from the force. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? That’s right wrap that pussy around my dick you little dirty slut. You fucking drenched out your panties, and leggings I should have stuffed them in your mouth and made you fucking clean them, now look at us. You’re lucky that was our last class for the day or I would have had to take you home and spank your pretty ass before fucking you into my mattress. Who’s my good girl?” he asked slapping your ass.

“I am.” You mumbled in the mist of your moans.

“Who?!” He shouted growling as he bit on your bottom lip pulling it with his teeth.

“ME!” You wailed out as your head shot back so hard it lightly hit against the stall.

“Good girl now fucking cum before you get us caught.” He demanded continuing to pound away at your G-spot. You didn’t know if anyone could hear you shouting out his name during incoherent shit but you had a feeling that the people passing by hinted at what was going on unless everyone was in class which you hoped they were. You gave into his command. Basking in the feeling of his dick penetrating you at just the right pace and spot, your stomach tightened up and the fire slowly consumed you until you were cumming with silent cries of pleasure that Taehyung swallowed as he kissed you again. Feeling your cum on his shaft, the male couldn’t help but immediately follow you. He had been waiting, his balls had been tightening to the point where it hurt but he had to wait to cum because he wanted you to cum first and now you were both meeting your end. Taehyung buried his face into your neck holding onto you as your hearts beat into one another. Slowly your highs faded and he was pulling out of you, even going so far as to dry your leggings with the automatic dryer in the bathrooms as you kept a look out at the door. Soon the both of you were walking back towards his car hand in hand as the both of you gloated in pleasure.

Not over you.

I was binge-watching The Voice and came across Fernando Daniel’s audition where he did a very awesome job with his rendition of Adele’s When We Were Young (which is one of my favourite songs!) and this is the aftermath of watching that movie. Truth be told, this imagine is supposed to be fluffy and fun but somehow, after that video, it turned out like this. This was not proof-read by the way so there might be a lot of mistakes but anyways, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by dayaholics

There is just so much rejection one person can take.

Some might call you a fool for still continuing to pine over someone who clearly has a very obvious crush on another person. Some might even call you stupid or stubborn for still finding opportunities to confess to him even though you have been rejected countless of times. Some might even pity you and your choices but like you always tell your friends, you do not really choose who you fall in love with.

It just sorts of happen, in a blink of an eye. Love hits you during the times you least expect it and although you might not know what ‘love’ really is – this feeling you carry for him feels a whole lot like it. More often than not, your friends try to set you up with other guys just so you could “move on” but after every one of those dates, it just cements the fact that love is not something you can just easily turn off – like a switch. If it is only that easy, you probably would have switched off your feelings for him because being rejected hurts. Unrequited love is just honestly the worst kind of love that has ever existed.

“How many times does this make?” MJ asks when she spies you looking down-trodden and your unusual cheery self. You look up from the ground and give her a smile, attempting to cover the hurt. When MJ gives you a deadpan expression, you know you are not fooling yourself let alone anyone.

At this point, you like to think that Peter Parker has ruined you for everyone else. Those dates your friends set you up in always leave you feeling dissatisfied and at the end of each and every date you have gone to; you always end up comparing all of them to Peter. So much so, you ultimately stopped going on those dates because clearly trying to force yourself to move on is just very hard.

“Probably the fifth – I might have lost count after the third time.” You tell her weakly, chuckling at your luck. Sometimes you do not even know if you are a masochist (who else would be alright with putting themselves through this kind of pain?) or if you are just stubborn (or dumb, either one works well at this point). “What are you doing here anyways?” You ask her, wanting to move on from the topic.

MJ shrugs her shoulders before turning back to her sketch book. “Saw Parker looking constipated after he left, figured it might have something to do with you.” She glances at you and you bite your lower lip as you try to school your expression and still keep the smile on your face. “I was right.”

You would not really consider MJ as your friend just yet – the two of you have never talked prior to your first confession to Peter Parker a few months ago – but she is steadily becoming one. Unlike your other friends, she does not sugarcoat her words and she says them as it is – your friends tend to skirt around the subject when talking to you. You really appreciate her character.

“Yeah.” You murmur before turning to look at your textbook. Despite being able to read all of the words on the pages, you simply cannot comprehend any of them at all. You blink a couple of times and sigh when you still cannot comprehend anything that you have just read so you close your textbook instead. “I think I am done here.”

MJ looks up from her sketchbook before she glances at the clock, a frown creeping on her face. She watches you pack your textbook in to your bag but before you could stand up and leave the table, MJ speaks up. “He does, you know.”

You freeze momentarily before turning to face MJ. “Excuse me?”

MJ sighs before she leans away from the table, picking up her sketchbook. She flips through several pages before landing on the page she was looking for. “Peter.” She shows you this caricature of Peter seemingly pining after you and you honestly did not mean to laugh – because the thought that Peter actually reciprocates your feelings after rejecting you is just really hilarious to you – but you did.

You sit back down in your seat, wiping away the tears that manages to escape your eyes. A few heads turn to look at you but you dismiss them in favour of looking at MJ. “Perhaps in a different universe that might actually be the case, MJ.” You point out. “Even if it is true, how do you know any of these?” You don’t really hang outside of the library as well as your student body office as much as you would have love to so you don’t really know what happens outside.

MJ shrugs her shoulders. “I just observe people a lot – Peter is interesting to observe because he makes this face a lot when it comes to you.” She points to the sketch again and you try to process her words. No matter how much you try, you still could not wrap your head around it so you just shake your head.

“Thank you for trying to cheer me up, MJ.” You tell her and made a move to stand up. “See you around.” MJ nods her head at you. You give her one more smile before walking out of the library, leaving MJ sitting at the table alone with an unfinished sketch.

(“Why would you do that, Peter?” MJ asks as she sits across of Peter and Ned. The two of them exchanged confused looks before turning back to look at MJ. She rolls her eyes. “Why did you reject Y/N again?”

Peter flinches at the sound of your name and he looks away from MJ. Hearing your name fall from MJ’s mouth reminds him of what had transpired earlier that morning – you had confessed your feelings to him (for the fifth time) and he had rejected you. The look of utter hurt and disappointment on your face that you tried your hardest to mask after he had rejected you stayed in his mind.

Truthfully, Peter does not quite understand why he keeps rejecting you. He knows he has some sort of feelings for you – perhaps not ‘love’, Peter doesn’t think he knows what ‘love’ is yet but he knows he likes you more than normal. What is not to like about you? Vice President of the school, steady grades, nice personality – there are a lot of wonderful qualities about you that Peter likes but he just cannot bring himself to accept your confession. Call him scared, Peter would not even mind because he is. Terrified beyond his wits.

Ned looks aghast. “You rejected Y/N again? Dude, that makes it like the fifth?” He stares at Peter in disbelief and Peter groans before slowly nodding his head. Ned groans. “Why would you do that, Peter?” Ned repeats MJ’s question. MJ crosses her arms and leans in, waiting for Peter’s answer.

Peter swallows the lump in his throat and looks at his two friends. “I – I don’t know.” He shakes his head as if to emphasize how he really does not know.

MJ furrows her eyebrows.

Ned is still looking at Peter in disbelief.

“You need to try harder than ‘I don’t know’, Peter. If you don’t like Y/N, maybe you can just tell her upfront and be honest about it. So that she can move on with her life instead of pining after you.”)

A week after you had last confessed to Peter, you decided to do something drastic because after that confession of yours was rejected, you went to a really bad place inside. Despite the cheery disposition you kept whenever you are in school and around friends, back at home, nothing much could distract you from the fact that your first ever crush on someone is really painful and hurts you a lot.

So right when the school ended, you immediately approach Peter just as he is about to leave with Ned in tow. “Peter, I need to talk to you for a moment – you don’t mind, do you?” You address Ned who simply shakes his head. He steps aside, leaving the two of you alone and Peter looks somewhat uncomfortable as he stares at everything and everyone but you.

This hurts you more than you would like to admit but this is the reason why you are here. “I just… I am not going to confess so you don’t have to look so uncomfortable.” You can’t help the spite that left your mouth really but at this point, you really don’t care anymore. Enough is enough.

“Y- you’re not?” Peter’s surprised voice catches you by surprise and you aren’t sure if you are sad or happy so you disregard it completely. “I – I am not! Uncomfortable, I mean.” Peter rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before looking at you. “Y/N, I – I actually…” He trails off when you shake your head.

You need to do this now or you are going to chicken out and continue to hurt yourself. “Every single time I look at you, Peter, I can… I can feel my heart sink because I know you won’t ever like me like I do about you and,” You swallow the lump in your throat as you try your hardest not to tear up. “And even though at first I told myself this is alright – I just, I don’t think I can, at least, not anymore.” You shake your head. Your hands are trembling and you look away from Peter. “Which is why I have decided,” with a heavy heart, you add in your mind, “that I am going to stop liking you, Peter. You won’t see me again after this and thank you so much for entertaining me whenever I confess to you.” You would really love to hate Peter, honestly, you would but Peter has always treated you nicely despite the uncomfortable position you tend to put him through whenever you confess.

Peter is at a loss of words as he stares at you. He wants to say something – to tell you that you are wrong but it’s as if his lips are locked and he suddenly can’t find his voice or find it in him to move his hands to stop you from leaving. All Peter could do is watch you leave and that’s when he realizes that his heart is hurting a lot.

Ned approaches him with a worried look. “What did Y/N say? She ran past me just now.” He mutters – no matter how many times Peter has rejected you, you normally take the time to talk to Ned too because you genuinely find him to be a very funny, albeit nerdy guy.

“I think,” Peter actually has to stop himself from talking for a bit because tears are starting to well up in his eyes so Peter has to blink a couple of times. “I think I just got my heart broken.” He informs Ned numbly and all Ned could do is just stare at Peter in surprise. “And it hurts.”

The last time Maryse Lightwood had seen her oldest son in the Institute chapel, he was about to martyr himself into a marriage for their family’s political gain, to find again honor that she and her ex-husband tarnished with decisions made out of delusional hate. Looking back on it now, the pride she felt while seeing him in a golden suit and with barely concealed panic buzzing underneath the neat edges of his sleeves makes her sick. It had been wrong, so very wrong. It had been something a good mother should have never done.

But Maryse has learned a lot since then - seeing her children blaze new trails in the sedentary Clave traditions and rules has taught her how to be better, how to apologize and try to redress past grievances.  She is trying to be a better version of herself, both for her allies as well as her own family, speaking apologies and confessions that should have been made long ago.

And here she is again, in the same Institute chapel, at another wedding. 


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i have a lot of stuff to do so naturally it’s time for a supercorp fic rec

these are just some of my favs. definitely not all of them i’m just going through my ao3 so there’s no order to these as well

  • in time by justcallmefaye. yeah the first rec is from ff.net don’t judge me but this one shot is SO GOOD?

  • broken, in pieces, i’ll put you back together by gabs88. the post season 2 fic we all want to be canon. i just love how they write both kara and lena and the characterization is A++. wip.

  • fell down from the atmosphere (so i could whisper in your ear, so long) by tinyvariations. kara and lena are dating and lena figures out kara is supergirl when the superhero gets seriously injured. i’m such a sucker for this trope and this fic does it perfectly. wip.

  • for the things we lost in the undergrowth by seabiscuit.  i don’t usually read “no power” aus (i like when kara has her powers) but this fic y’all. this fic is incredible and the kara character exploration is nuts and they were roommateswip.

  • just one wrong move (baby, baby) by alittleunstable. pregnant lena isn’t everyone’s thing but i do love it and due to an accident at the deo, lena is pregnant with kara’s baby. wip.

  • sojourn by concreteskies. this fic is beautifully written. the relationship between kara and lena is so sweet and pure and the two of them spend a month in london together for work and their feelings just continue to grow. wip.

  • there’s a moon in the sky (she calls me) by heartshapedcandy. i know we all know this fic but it’s incredible and my absolute favorite thing in the world is lena developing real feelings for both kara and supergirl. wip.

  • a world full of light, & you (always you) by unicyclehippo. the accidental marriage au that has stolen my heart. it’s just so…perfect. wip.

  • transcendent interactions by ihavethewrongglass. pretty much a soulmate au and i adore soulmate aus. it’s incredible. wip.

  • the right thing by acoolusername. wow finally a non wip one. kara and lena break up but of course still want to be together so it’s pining angst that has a happy ending.

  • somewhere i have never traveled by zefrumiousbandersnatch. a stunning fic in which lena shows kara all the places she has lived over the years.

  • did we do that? by gabs88. i adore this fic, especially how kara and lena are too busy having sex to realize they might have moved in with each other. and the sex scenes are extraordinary.

  • whispers by gabs88. yeah this author is showing up a lot but with good reason because their stories are spectacular and this one is just wow.

  • only human by khrat9. oh it’s so good. so so good. great lena pov.

  • would you catch me if i fall for you (‘cause i’m falling) by khrat9. i can’t put into words how much i absolutely love this fic. it’s definitely an experience and just so, so well thought out. the plot is excellent and i aspire to one day write as well as them. seriously, this fic is so inspirational i went out and bought books about writing detailed plots and emotional scenes. that’s how good this fic is.

  • a one time thing by lenaluthortho. kara and lena spent the night together and this is the aftermath. i was screaming all throughout reading it.

  • the things we don’t say by gabs88. kara exploration and angsty sex? i am all about it.

  • when we get there by theragingthespian. pretty much just read anything by this author because they’re magnificent. this story really stuck with me.

anyways these are just some of the fics i love and i’m sure i could make a hundred more fic recs. as you’ve probably noticed, i’m a big fan of stories that take place in our universe.

incomplete stories are listed in the beginning minus the first one.

octoberwisdom10  asked:

I adored what you had to say on how some adjustments in meaning really change how Kokichi comes across in the English version of V3. REALLY important question: Kokichi hates murder. So what was his motivation for the events of the chapter four trial? What are the circumstances of his decisions? He clearly established himself as someone who walks the line, but is there a difference for him between having a line and killing, going against one of his core values? Was he testing the game? What's up?

So many Chapter 4 questions, so little time. Thankfully, it’s one of my favorite chapters in any DR game so I don’t mind talking about it at all!

I hope it’s okay if I answer all of these in one big post! I get a lot of questions about Chapter 4 specifically (as you can see) and I thought it’d be best if I try to address all the points in common that these questions have. I’ll try to hit the main points, which are: “Why did Ouma get two people killed if he’s morally against murder?”, “Why didn’t Ouma let everyone vote wrong in the trial and get them all killed to put them out of their misery?”, and “Was Ouma’s reaction just before Gonta’s execution genuine or not?”

I’ve written quite a few pieces of meta with regards to Chapter 4 in the past, the most recent of which might help clear up the first of these points (and a little bit of the second)! The post is here, if anyone’s curious.

In any case, I’ll try to make this my big “what went down in Chapter 4” post, but I will be discussing spoilers for Chapters 5 and 6 as well, so anyone who hasn’t reached the second half of the game should only read if they’re okay with that.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Zuko's and Katara's parenting styles would mix? I feel they'll have worldly kids but I wonder if they'll shield them more than they should. Zuko's childhood might make him less tolerant to the negative portions of growing up, making him downplay war, gray morality and court issues. Love the pairing but I think their kids may have skewed views of reality

Despite their young ages, we can get a good idea of Zuko and Katara’s parenting styles from watching the show. Several times, they take on the role of parent or mentor to younger (or at least less mature) children:

Lee (parent: Zuko). From “Zuko Alone,” we can gather that Zuko is more than willing to stand up for a kid not his own:

Gow: Hey! You throwing eggs at us, stranger?
Zuko: No.
Gow: You see who did throw it?
Zuko: No.
Soldier: That’s your favorite word, no?
Gow: Egg had to come from somewhere.
Zuko: Maybe a chicken flew over.

Zuko: (in a threatening tone) Let the kid go.

He is firm, but fair in instructing Lee. Zuko could have yelled at him or sent him away for touching his precious dao, but instead he teaches Lee the meaning behind the swords.

Sokka (parent: Katara). As if this speech weren’t enough:

Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara, she had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom.

There are a million ways Katara looks out for her brother’s wellbeing.

Sewing his clothes back together while he runs his mouth.

Cutting off his supply of hallucinogenic beverage.

Taking care of him when he’s sick.

Katara: I’m sorry you’re feeling so down, but I hope you know none of us see you that way.

Lending him moral support.

And encouraging him to go on unnecessary shopping sprees when all else fails.

As you can see, Katara nurtures, disciplines, and indulges Sokka depending on what his physical and emotional needs are at the moment. Like any human being, Katara gets overwhelmed sometimes, and snaps at her brother when she shouldn’t. But overall, Katara is a top-notch caretaker to Sokka as well as a sibling.

Toph (parent: Katara). Katara is a helicopter parent when it comes to Toph–not because Toph is blind, but because she knows how little real parents Toph got in her own home growing up. She tries to get Toph to understand the “power of teamwork”:

Katara: So, Toph, usually when setting up camp we try to divide up the work.
Toph:  Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m good to go.
Katara:  Well, actually, what I’m trying to say is, uh, some of us might fetch water while someone else might set up the fire pit or put up the tent. Even Momo does his fair share.

And points out that Toph’s acting out is a symptom of Toph missing her parents:

Katara: Ah, I see. You’re acting like this because of your parents.
Toph:  Whatever.
Katara: They were controlling over you, so you ran away, and now you act like your parents don’t exist. You act like you hate them, but you don’t. You just feel guilty.
Toph: I do hate them!
Katara: I don’t think so. I think you miss them. But you just don’t want to deal with that, so instead, you act like this crazy person.

Katara invades Toph’s privacy to dig up the wanted notice that puts them all in danger. But she admits her guilt and tries her best to patch things up:

Katara: I can’t believe I was so stupid. See, this is exactly why I’m against these scams. I knew this would happen.
Toph: But…this was your idea.
Katara: I know. I wanted to show you that I’m not so motherly. I wanted to show you that I can have fun too.
Toph: Katara, you are fun. If nothing else, you’re at least fun to argue with.
Katara: I know your relationship with your parents is complicated, and I shouldn’t have said what I said.
Toph: It’s ok. I was really mad when you said that because; well, because maybe it’s true. I try not to think about it, but when I left, I probably really hurt them.

We can see in the dialogue above how hard it is for Katara to be a kid and Team Mom at the same time. Her no-nonsense parenting butts heads with her desire not to be seen by her fellow kids as the unfunny, boring one. But she keeps trying her best, and in the end it works out. Katara is nosy, but also willing to change her own behavior when her parenting has a negative effect.

Aang (parents: Zuko and Katara). I don’t think there is any need to go into how much Aang is mothered by Katara throughout the series; in fact, I’ve done a whole post on it already. Despite not doting on Aang every single moment of his existence, Zuko’s parenting technique is actually much healthier than Katara’s. It’s also a good counter to the idea that Zuko would be so afraid of disciplining his children that he would let them walk all over him. Watch him train with his new student:

Zuko: I know you’re nervous,but remember… firebending in and of itself is not something to fear.
Aang: Ok. Not something to fear.
Zuko:  But if you don’t respect it, it’ll chew you up and spit you out like an angry komodo rhino!

(Cut to Aang who gives a yelp of fear)

Zuko: Now show me what you’ve got. Any amount of fire you can make.

And when he and Aang are meeting the Masters:

Zuko: Your flame’s gonna go out because it’s too small. You’re too timid. Give it more juice.
Aang: But what if I can’t control it?
Zuko: You can do it. I know you can. You’re a talented kid.

Zuko is, again, firm but fair, and encourages Aang when he shows improvement. While he would be understandably wary of punishing children, he is under no illusions about how hard and dangerous the world can be, even for someone as young as Aang. He understands that leaving Aang unprepared by pampering him would expose Aang to greater danger in the long run.

But Katara … oh, Katara definitely has problems with discipline where Aang is concerned. She doesn’t know how to stop giving Aang time and attention, and she doesn’t know how to do tough love, at least not towards the Avatar. I would argue that Katara is too wrapped up in seeing Aang as a symbol of hope who can do no wrong in her eyes to give Aang an honest assessment of who he is. She does provide a lot of hand-holding and emotional support that Zuko would be uncomfortable with, so if she were and Zuko were parenting Aang together, he might turn out OK. Still, there is no evidence that Katara would spoil a non-Avatar child, so I’m inclined to count Aang as an outlier due to his status as the Avatar.

Together, Katara and Zuko’s parenting styles combine support, discipline, encouragement, attention, comfort, protection, education, and love. They support the interests of the kids under their care and do their best to protect them from harm. But they also help the kids protect themselves–both by encouraging their fighting skills, and by creating as safe of an environment as they can within the group, while fighting a very unsafe war.

anonymous asked:

I love your blog and I constantly look to it for advice but I have a bit of an issue Can you give a few tips on forming good study habits? I've never really had to study and I've managed to keep good grades my entire life. I just started uni and I'm starting to struggle with work and keeping up with everything. Struggling academically and studying are both new things to me and I really regret being too arrogant to form good habits earlier

Studying Tips

1. Study schedule. Before you even start studying, sit down and plan out your time. Print out some weekly templates and physically write out your time schedule. Don’t schedule studying time during unproductive hours like early in the morning or late at night. Make sure to spend an equal amount of time on all your subjects (even the ones you “know” already) and to revisit each subject as many times as possible.

2. 90 Minutes. 90 minutes is the absolute maximum that you should study without taking a break. Over 90 minutes, and your ability to retain information is lost. Don’t push yourself! Take a break and come back to it later.

3. Make flashcards. You probably already have some lying around your room, if you don’t they cost like $2 at CVS. These are absolutely necessary for finals with lots of vocabulary (like History or English). See my flashcard procedure below!

4. Neat. You’re going to be starring at this study material for a long time- you might as well make it as clean and easy to read as possible! Rewrite any notes that were scribbled hastily. Make your study notes look like Mona Lisa!

5. Colorful. Highlight only what is absolutely necessary and study that, so that you won’t waste time studying what’s not important. Also, color code everything! Your Calculus notes are blue, so that it doesn’t get mixed up with English 102, which is green.

6. Post-its. Want another way to memorize vocab? Write words and definitions on post-it notes and stick them around your apartment/house/dorm. I like to put them in my bathroom so I have to stare at them while on the toilet, on the fridge at eye level, and by light switches.

7. Separate subjects. Don’t try to cram all of your subjects into one study session, especially unrelated subjects like Art History and Accounting. Take one study session to work through Art and one for Accounting, and so on.

8. Review before going to bed. Studies have shown that studying directly before bedtime does help us memorize things better. While studying before sleeping may not be a completely conducive process for you, try to incorporate some reviewing before you close your eyes. Go over vocabulary in your head, recite formulas, etc.

9. Study over time. Don’t try to study for all of your finals in one shot! Spread your studying over as much time as possible. Go back and review subjects that you already feel confident about.

10. Avoid the anxious atmosphere. I’ve always hated that anxious atmosphere that develops around people who are about take finals. You know- one of your classmates will be crying, another rocking back and forth while listening to music, yet another pacing up and down anxiously trying to memorize last minute equations. You don’t need to be distracted by all this anxiousness- you’ve already prepared as much as you possibly can! Unless you have somebody who is calm and willing to work through flashcards with you, avoid your classmates like the plague!


Flash Cards Procedure

This is my personal favorite way to study with flash cards!

1. Learn the first flashcard, recite the answer out loud and place the flashcard down in a pile.

2. Learn the second flash card, reciting its answer out loud.

3. Before finishing with the second flash card, turn back to the first flash card and recite the first flash card’s answer out loud.

4. Put both cards down in their own pile.
Move on to the third flashcard, reciting its answer out loud.

5. Then recite the answers for both the first and second flashcard, before adding the third card to the pile.

6. Continue on this way, reviewing the answers to the previous cards before moving on to the next card.

This may seem super redundant, but it really works and got me through my History of Music 2 final which included 100 short answer vocabulary questions!

Learning Curve

Summary: Stiles likes being Cora’s roommate, but he’s pretty sure her brother is hitting on him.

Notes: Inspired by this post. I’m not really into the sugar daddy thing, so I went a different direction with this. (On AO3)


Stiles is sitting at a picnic table in the shade, trying to get some studying done, when he hears someone calling his name. He looks up just in time to see Scott grin and say, “Hey, man!” as he sits down across from him.

Stiles smiles and shuts his book, eager for the chance to take a break.

“So, how’s it going?” Scott asks, leaning his arms on the table like he’s ready to settle in. “I know you were sad about having to move in with someone new, after I started living with Allison. So what’s it like, being roommates with Cora?”

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Roasted Herb-y Taters

Very simple to make, takes some chopping, and it does take time to cook. However, these heat up in the microwave pretty well, so make a bunch and have leftovers! (Honestly, it’s not worth it if you’re not making enough for at least three meals, at least to me.)

Ingredients:

  • Potatoes (However many you want, I usually use ~4 big ones, or just however much I think I’ll need to cover my cookie sheet)
  • Oil (I use olive, feel free to use generic veggie oil)
  • Seasonings (Salt, pepper, whatever you please. Options I mix and match include Season Salt, rosemary, garlic salt, thyme, oregano, parsley, basil, mustard powder, Slap Yo Mama, etc. Whatever preferred seasoning you have on hand)
  • Condiments (entirely optional, I usually don’t)

Steps:

  • Preheat oven to 375 degrees F
  • Chop potatoes into little bite-sized cubes (they cook faster this way)
  • Dump potato cubes in a bowl with oil and seasonings; stir it up. (You’ll probably want a little more seasoning than you might expect)
  • Once the potatoes are all oily and season-y, spread on a baking sheet.
  • Bake for half an hour or so, depends on how tiny you cut the taters. Take them out, fork ‘em, put them back in if they’re not done yet. I like to stir them up after 20 minutes so they get brown on more than one side, but that’s entirely optional
  • Feel free to dip them in any available sauce as well. I use barbecue sauce when I’m so inclined, my siblings have used ranch or ketchup, whatever floats your boat. I mostly eat them on their own, though.

Hope you enjoy!

Grocery shopping with MONSTA X

AN: This was so fun to do! I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as I did!


Shownu

  • Grabs 6 packs of 18 toilet paper rolls, has to get a separate cart to put them in
  • “They’re non-perishable so might as well stock up. Plus they’re on sale”
  • Gets approached by a small old lady who asks him to get something from the highest shelf
  • She says “thank you! what a handsome, kind, young man!” while she squeezes his bicep
  • He wiggles his eyebrows at you “I think she likes me~” You roll your eyes
  • Picks up 2 bottles of milk and starts doing bicep curls with them

Originally posted by sarangdongie

Wonho

  • Spends 20 minutes in the ramen aisle
  • Considers nutritional information when buying food products
  • Tries to make conversation with the cashier, and genuinely asks how they’re doing
  • Cashier is too stunned by how good-looking he is, mutters a flustered “okay” and continues bagging the groceries
  • Picks up one of the tabloid magazines at the counter and takes a genuine interest in it
  • “Did you know that Kelly Clarkson lost 15 pounds in two weeks by just drinking coconut water and eating kiwi fruit?”

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Minhyuk

  • Waves and makes faces at kids in shopping carts
  • Hears his current favorite song playing over the speakers and dabs
  • Random back hugs while you try and choose products
  • You send him to get dishwashing soap. He’s gone for 2 minutes, comes back, gives you a hug and yells “I missed you!”
  • Stops while you’re walking past the pet supplies and just blurts out “we should get a dog”
  • Attempts to carry all the bags to the car by himself

Originally posted by dinojaeee

Kihyun

  • Considers price when buying food products
  • Gets excited when he sees cleaning products
  • Sees an aisle with lots of colorful packaging, arranged in an aesthetically pleasing way and says “wait wait wait, hang on”
  • you guys stand at the end of the aisle while he gets his phone out and takes multiple shots of the aisle
  • you’re about to pay when he suddenly yells “WAIT”. You and the cashier look at him, stunned
  • he takes something out of his wallet - “I have a loyalty card”

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Hyungwon

  • Grabs a crap-ton of Cheetos
  • Has a bunch of girls gawk at him while he chooses which cereal to buy 
  • On his phone for some of the time and follows you by holding onto the cart
  • Unaware that you have stopped at the sanitary items aisle and stands with you in front of the products, still on his phone
  • Finally looks up, sees what you’re looking at, lets out a strangled “oh my god”, and turns away with his hand over his eyes
  • “Hyungwon, you have to learn about this - one day you’re gonna have to buy these for me, all by yourself” “OH MY GOD”

Originally posted by daehyunssexface

Jooheon

  • Beatboxes to the music playing in the supermarket
  • Picks up random things from the aisles, reads their labels in funny voices and puts them back 
  • Serial shopping cart surfer
  • Is oddly serious when it comes to yogurt drinks
  • “Should we get eight 70 ml bottles for $4.50 or one 50 ml bottle for $4? Babe, can you get your calculator out?
  • Finishes all the free samples on the plate while the employee explains the product to you

Originally posted by wonhosoks

Changkyun

  • Makes puns while you’re in the fresh produce section
  • “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”
  • “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.”
  • “Babe. Stop.” But he doesn’t.
  • Notices that you start shivering in the frozen items section, takes his jacket off and gives it to you
  • When paying: “Babe, babe! Quick! Get on the conveyor belt!” ??? “Because I’m gonna buy you!  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Originally posted by narika-a

Spell Jar For Courage

I came up with this spell jar because I had an offering and I wasn’t sure what to do with the leftovers but hey, they still have strong magick in them since they were an offering so might as well put it to good use!

You will need:
-dried orange rind- to represent the sun and lift your spirits
-ginger - for passion and added power to your spell
-dried dandelion - for wishes
-lemon thyme - for courage
-sage - for protection and luck
-allspice - for courage
-ground clove - for prosperity

Layer these ingredients in a jar.
Light a red candle and while the candle is burning imagine your intention of courage and strength.
Seal the jar with the red wax for courage.

The Witch’s Ex

Zack had been one of the star football players in his high school. It was pretty obvious that he’d also be going to college on a full ride. And then he’d go play professionally. The only problem was the fame went to his head and then his girlfriend he was with found out he was cheating. She was pretty pissed, and a witch. To everyone else it probably happened in an instant. But to Zack he could feel his power draining away from him. His huge, well-defined muscles slowly disappearing before his eyes. Everything about his life was changing. Playing football was just a thought in his mind. He was short and scrawny. No way someone his size could get tackled. At least not with a few broken bones.

She did him a service and told him where his muscles had gone. Room 213. Zack sprinted there as fast as his little legs would take him. He was completely out of breath as he was banging on the door. Peter finally answered, completely in the buff. Zack stared directly into his pecs.

“What’s wrong…” Peter started rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Get some clothes on,” Zack yelled at him. Peter looked down at his body confused.

“Oh Fuck!” he covered his mouth at the ‘naughty word’. “I mean fuck.” He couldn’t seem to correct himself.

“Whatever. You have to go convince my ex that you want to switch back. Get some clothes on.” Zack was going through his closest trying to find something that might fit his extra-large body.

Peter wasn’t paying attention though. He was too busy picking things up and putting them back down; testing the weight of various objects that should have been heavy to him. Then he picked up a towel and examined it. “I used to think this was big… Everything just feels so small now,” Peter said. Then he glanced down at himself. “Well not everything…”

Zack rolled his eyes. He was still pissed at the whole situation. But he wasn’t allowed to complain. That’s what the stupid witch said. Apparently when you cheat on a witch she has ways of getting back at you. “Don’t get used to it,” his voice was still cold.

“What do you mean?” he asked. It was such a weird situation. Zack had made fun of little Peter since high school. But now Peter was like twice Zack’s size. His ex must have felt sorry for Peter. Or it’s just to make Zack feel that much worse. Either way now Peter was an absolute hunk while Zack barely came up to his shoulders.

“You have to tell her that you don’t want to be that big. Then she might change me back,” Zack was more pissed that this guy didn’t have a single shirt larger than a small. There was no way he could leave like that. It’d barely even go below his barrel chest.

“What if I don’t want to change?”

“What.” Zack dropped everything and stomped over to Peter. He stared up at the huge guy in front of him. His tiny finger poked the massive man in the chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you want. You will tell her that you want to be the little faggot I know you are.”

“And if I don’t want to,” his voice turned cold as he dropped his towel. “Maybe I don’t want to be a little faggot.” Peter poked back at Zack. He almost lost his balance. “You always picked on me now I’m the bigger guy. You can’t force me to do what you want anymore.” Zack stood motionless for a second realizing that he didn’t have the weight to push someone else around.

“I’m sorry! Okay! Is that what you want to hear?” he was visibly nervous as the giant in front of him was starting to threaten him. “It’s just I can’t be like this. It’s not fair!”

“Not fair?” Peter laughed. “You think you treated me fairly?” He moved in even closer to his former bully. “I’m going to keep this. It’s mine now.” He flexed his body feeling the power through his defined muscles. There was a smirk on his face as different parts of his body bulged out. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed…”

“Noticed?” Zack squeaked.

Peter chuckled. “You mean you haven’t noticed?” He moved in even closer. “Think about it.” Zack looked up and down Peter’s body wondering just what it could be that he was supposed to notice. The large muscular body in front of him was huge. Now, Peter had these oversized strong muscles that could lift just about anything. The shaved skin looked so soft to the touch. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab onto those powerful arms, rub his face into those large deep pecs, and feel himself wrapped tightly as the little spoon while they slept.

Zack jumped back. “Sh-shiit…” he stuttered as his back hit the wall.

“So you did notice,” Peter smirked. “Don’t you just want to feel these?” He started rubbing his hand over his bicep. Flexing it, as he moved his hand over different parts. “I mean it’s right here. It’s not like I don’t know what you want to see,” his hands moved to his chest and abs. Slowing moving over the firm muscles. “Just come and feel it. I won’t mind.”

“Nu-Na-Nooo…” his voice couldn’t sound confident anymore. Blood was flowing from his brain to the rest of his body. “I- I—You—Yeah you’ve got… You’ve got to go tell Katie…” he licked his lips. “that…”

“That…” Peter’s smile grew even wider. He was mocking Zack. His massive body was slowly moving in on the former football star. “What should I go tell Katie?” He was almost on top of Zack. Staring at him with so much glee in his eyes. His voice went soft, “What should I tell Katie?”

Zack moaned. His body was refusing to listen. He knew he shouldn’t be here. But he wanted it so much. His hands were starting to move on their own. His voice shook as he was still trying to fight it. “That… You should tell her… Oh fuck…” he moaned louder as his hand caressed Peter’s hard nipple. His other hand was desperately trying to find something to grab onto.

Peter smiled as the other man was slowly losing himself. His logical side slowly changing its focus to the muscle bound hunk. Zack leaned his face against his heavy chest breathing in the masculine scent. Peter lowered himself to the other man. He spun the small weak body around. Zack let go of his shorts and they dropped to the floor. His scrawny body braced against the wall in front of him. Then Peter whispered in his ear, “How about I tell you something?”

“Wha-what did you want to tell me?” he sounded so innocent when he asked the question. The anticipation of Peter’s dick rubbing him was trying to send him over. Never would he have thought that he would want a dick up his ass so badly. He bit his lip trying not to come. He wanted to savor the feeling as Peter rubbed the pre against his tight hole.

“I’m the one who told Katie about your other girlfriend,” Peter whispered as he shoved his dick into Zack.

There’s a Fine, Fine Line

Jughead x Reader

The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

Warning: some swearing

Word count: 2,562

A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS  It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.


You make me laugh, you make me cry

I don’t know which side to buy

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.

You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.

At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.

A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair  tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.

“Wow.” you say.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.

“Thanks.” She smiles in return.

A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.

You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.

Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.

“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.

You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.

Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.

Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.

You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?

His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.

Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.

You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.

You approach him, trying to chase after him.

“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.

He stops and turns around.

“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.

A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.

He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?

Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.

That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.

You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.

You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.

‘what’s the plan?’ you send.

‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.

You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.

They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.

“How was your day?” Archie asks.

“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”

Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Archie. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.

Your friends they’re jerks

And when you act like them, just know it hurts

Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.

He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.

Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.

He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.

On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.

You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.

“Jughead?”

“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.

“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.

“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.

“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.

You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.

“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.

“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.

“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.

“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.

“What does that mean?” he challenges.

“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word.
“They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.

“Wait,” he says before you get too far.

“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.

“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.

“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.

“Hurts what?” he probes.

“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.

It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.

“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.

You didn’t argue, though.

Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.

And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.

He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.

You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.

“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.

“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty, and..me.” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.

“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t,” he takes a breath,  “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.

“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.

All he does is scoff.

“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.

“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him.
“The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.

“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.

He just stares at you.

“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.

“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.

“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.

“Wait.. what?”

“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.

“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.

“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.

“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.

“What?” he asks.

“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.

“No, no. What did you just say?”

You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.

“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.

You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.

“For what?”

“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.

“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.

He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.

“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.

You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.

“Hate what?” you ask this time.

“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”

“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”

“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.

“I love you.”


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