so i will re do tomorrow

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They’re all here and packaged! Well a few are packaged, I still have a couple hundred still to do lol

These are for sale! $10 each plus shipping. They are iron on, full embroidered and roughly 3X3". Let me know if you’re out of the US so I can calculate shipping for you.

These are the only flags I have at the moment but dont despair if yours isn’t represented! I will be doing another round of these later this summer. I was restricted to only 6 for this first run.

If you would like one DM me with which one you would like and an email address so I can send an invoice! I can take paypal or debit/credit right now. These will be posted on etsy tomorrow when I have more time to make the listing.

Sins of The Flesh Pt. 2 | Jungkook Werewolf AU | Smut/Angst/Fluff?

A/n: Huehuehuehue I had smutty ideas for part two before I was finished with part one I’m so disgusting. There’s gonna be one final part. I gotta re-read this tomorrow to check for typos. Too sleepy.
Warnings: Sexual content [orgasm denial]


Your were grinding your teeth together and sulking, ignoring the knocking on the front door for the third time today. Yesterday he only knocked twice. So persistent. But why? Apparently it was some huge mistake and he shouldn’t have done it. You’d let loose all those emotions you had and now it was coming back to bite you. You were hurting. He was reaching out, but you were having nothing to do with it. You felt used.

It was one thing to disappoint yourself like you had, but it was another thing to keep wanting him. You tossed and turned, thinking of his hands roaming all over your body, how it felt when he kissed your neck. When you lay in bed at night your body would be on fire with want, but you didn’t want to give in to that again. Look where it had gotten you. You cried last night, thinking of the loss of your closest friend. Something had been strange about him that night. Maybe he’d been drunk? There was no way of knowing now.

You continuously evaded him. Successfully for a week and a half until you got to your house and saw him standing there knocking. As soon as you got within 10 feet on him his head whipped around, wide eyes staring at you. He took a step towards you, you took one back. This obviously made him unhappy, judging by his eyebrows drawing together and the corners of his mouth turning down. There was one second of stillness before you turned around, darting to your car and locking yourself in. He was right on your heels, but you had just enough advantage to make it in the car before he could catch you.

You watched him, your face expressionless, as he knocked on the window. You could read his lips. He was calling your name, telling you to open the door. But you’d turned the music up, so you could pretend not to understand him. Finally he stopped, starting to walk away from the car. So you thought it would be okay to unlock the doors and get your things together to get out. Wrong. As soon as he heard the doors unlock he stopped walking and turned around. You were busy picking up your purse out of the passenger seat. He took his chance and rushed back over, opening your door and then crossing his arms over his chest, glaring down at your startled face.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this.” He was angry. But was he rightfully angry? In your opinion, he was not. So you scoffed, returning his glare.

“Talking about what? How fucking me was such a bad idea? What a mistake it was? Save your breath.” He winced at your words, turning away from you. Taking the opportunity, you got out and brushed past him. He gripped your wrist at the last second and you turned to face him, your face blank. “What now? Want to tell me more about how you-” He cut you off with venemous words, not releasing your wrist. He stepped forward so that you were just inches away.

“You’re not giving me the chance to explain myself and it’s really pissing me off. Fucking you was great. It exceeded all expectations. Hands down, the best I’ve ever had. I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.“ You were speechless. You broke away from his stare, instead opting to stare down at his large hand wrapped around your wrist. “But that’s not how I wanted it to happen. Not under those circumstances.” Your eyes shot back to his dark ones.

“What circumstances?”

“Can we please go in and talk about this? I don’t want to talk out on the front lawn.” You sighed, pulling your arm from his grasp.

“Come on then. You have some explaining to do. I’m still angry with you.”

It was awkward, for you at least, to be sitting next to him on the couch where it all started. You had your legs curled underneath you, a small blanket draped over your lap but he was the opposite. His body posture was stiff and he sat on the edge of his couch, tapping his left foot on the ground. Obviously nervous. But why? The quiet was killing you. You had to admit, you weren’t the most patient.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Your voice was too loud in the silent room and he jumped, immediately look at you. “Just spit it out Jungkook. It can’t be that bad.”

“You really have no idea.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But if you would ever open your mouth and just spit it out, I’d have an idea. Sitting there silent won’t change whatever it is. So come on.” He snorted, looking at you with an amused smile.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

“Stop being so dramatic. Are you a serial killer or something? A vampire? A-”

“Gross. Of course not. I’m a werewolf.” His nose was scrunched in disgust and you just laughed, thinking he was carrying on your joke. “I’m serious.” You laughed harder, wiping tears from your eyes. Your breath caught when he pushed you back on the couch and your heart started racing, the position all too familiar. “I’m not fucking around.” Jungkook was angry. The smile slipped from your face.

“G-get off of me. You’re crazy.” He didn’t get up, instead you saw his eyes flash, the pupils growing large like they did last time. He held a hand right in front of your face and you watched his nails elongate, panic errupting in your stomach. “Get off of me I said!” You brought your knee up hard, hitting him right in the crotch. He collapsed on top of you, groaning.

Your survival instincts kicked in and you shoved him off of you, then ran straight to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You slid down the door to catch your breath and gather your thoughts, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Had you imagined that? Were you crazy? This couldn’t be real. There was quiet for a couple minutes, and then two gentle knocks on the door. Panic gripped you.

“Y/n?” When you didn’t answer he sighed. “Y/n, it’s still me, Jungkook. Your best friend. When have I ever done anything to hurt you? Come on,” he mumured soothingly. You still hadn’t made a sound. Maybe if he didn’t hear you he’d go away. “Okay, listen. I’m going to be honest with you. I know you’re on the other side of the door. I can hear your heartbeat.” You took a couple deep breaths, still not moving. He was right. He’d never hurt you. Jungkook, your closest friend. You’d spent countless hours with him. The more you thought about it, the more a new feeling bubbled up in your chest. Anger. So you threw open the door, chest heaving.

“You’re a bastard. Why didn’t you tell me?” You forgot for a moment the gravity of the situation, shoving a finger into his chest. “Honestly, fuck you. You’re supposed to be my-”

“Fuck me?” Your eyes met his and he was smirking. You felt you face flush and you looked away.

“Shut up, mutt.” You looked up at him again but he just rolled his eyes. He took you by the hips and pulled you towards him and you heart rate sped up all over again. This was wrong. He chuckled, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “W-wait Jungkook. I have so many questions. Are you even telling the truth? A werewolf? Are those even-” He was suddenly in your face, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Shh,” he said once he pulled away. “I’ll answer any questions you have. I just want to do something else first,” he murmured, pressing his mouth back to yours. You sighed into his mouth, a feeling of contentedness spreading through you at being in his arms again. It felt as if you belonged there, and who were you to question that? The kiss grew more heated, both of you pressing as close as possible. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him and he walked forwards until his legs hit the bed. Then he was on top of you, his face hovering above yours. “Y/n-ah… are you sure this is what you want? I mean I just told you I’m-” He was breathing heavily, analyzing your face.

“Shut up, we’ll talk afterwards,” you growled, craning up to leave big wet kisses on his neck, nipping gently. “Just don’t eat me or something.” A laugh rumbled up from deep in his chest.

“But Y/n, I’m planning on doing just that.” He slid down your body, pulling your shorts and underwear off and tossing them away. You felt frozen, staring down at him as he kissed your inner thigh. “Is this what you were dreaming about?” He didn’t look up but you nodded anyway. His hot breath made a new wave of arousal hit you and he took a deep breath, smelling the air. “So fucking good,” he mumbled. You threw your head back and moaned when you felt his tongue against your clit. In the back of your mind you thought you should have been embarrassed but it felt too good to care. This is it. What you needed. What you’d been craving every night.

He was slow at first, enjoying the way you called for him, telling him you needed more. He started to speed up, working quick figure eights over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck! J-just like that Jungkook,” you yelled out, your hands flying into his hair. There was something in the air when you were with him, something that made everything feel better than it should. You lifted your hips up, pressing into his face. Your thighs clamped around his head. He didn’t seem to mind, as he flattened out his tongue and shook his head back and forth, moaning. “O-oh my God. Jungkook I’m going to-” And with that, he pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal. “What the FUCK,” you complained loudly. He just grinned, wiping his chin with his hand and then licking his hand. You looked away.

“You taste like strawberries.” He was sitting back, watching you pout. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you? After you ignored me?” You still were looking at him, so you weren’t expecting it when he pressed his hand against your core roughly, rubbing you in circles. You cried out his name, your eyes shooting open and looking down at his hand. “God, I love to listen to that. Do you want me to let you cum this time?” He started going faster, leaning forward a bit. Your hips resumed where they left off, desperately humping into where he was touching you. “That’s it, keep going. You look so good like this.” You looked at him, only to see he had his hard cock in his other hand, working quickly.

His eyes shot to yours and he started pumping himself faster, holding your eye contact. He let out a loud groan and you felt your body lighting up, almost too much to handle. You were on fire. And then he stopped, again.

“FUCK YOU JEON JUNGKOOK.” You were on the edge of tears, your body throbbing with need. His hand sat still between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, simultaneously enjoying the friction and letting him feel your core throbbing.

“Shit,” he mumbled, standing up to rid himself of clothes. You did the same, sitting up and removing your shirt and bra. “I want you to ride me.” He laid on his back, holding his dick in his hand, slowly pumping it. You immediately threw your leg over him, smacking his hand out of the way to grip his erection and line him up with your entrance. When you slid down on him he hissed, grabbing your hips roughly. He gave you a second to adjust. “Are you ready?”

“What do you think?” You glared at him, snapping your hips over him. You both moaned at the feeling. You leaned your head back, keeping a steady pace as you rocked on him. Your hands played with your nipples and you groaned, enjoying the feeling of being full. “You feel so good,” you moaned, speeding up a little. You felt his cock twitch at the praise so you continued.

“Jungkook, your cock feels so perfect, filling me up just right.” He sat up, cursing and wrapping an arm around you. You could tell your small moment of control was over. One arm was around your back, his other hand on your hip. He leaned forward and bit your bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulled away. He sucked it into his mouth and released it with a loud pop.

“I could die just like this, and I’d be happy” he grunted out, moving your body up and down like it was weightless. His hips snapped up off the bed and into you at a nearly inhuman speed. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. You could tell he was close by the sounds he was making, and by the way you felt his cock twitching. You slid your hand down, maintaining eye contact while you rubbed your clit. It only took a few seconds before your eyes rolled back in your head, the nails on your free hand digging into his shoulder. You came hard, saying his name like a prayer, savoring the way he kept fucking up into you, and the way he was leaving bites on your neck and shoulder.

As soon as you came down you shoved him on his back with both hands, pulling yourself off of him. You knelt between his legs and took him into your mouth. His hands went to your hair and he immediately began using your mouth for his own pleasure, making tears well up in your eyes and run down your face. It was worth it as you stared up at him, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He was telling you how good it felt, how good you were at this, how good it felt to be with you. You swallowed around him and he shouted, pressing you down and rocking his hips into you. It sounded as if he choked on air when he came, freezing up and shooting a stream after stream into your throat. He finally released your hair, pulling you up to his chest.

“Oh, my God.” That’s all he said for a second, both of you catching your breath. Then he got up, and you were too tired to question him. Instead you watched him walk tiredly to the bathroom, then you heard the bath running. He slid his sweatpants back on, walked over to you, picked you up bridal style, and walked you to the bathroom, setting you in the warm water gently. You sighed in content. “I need to tell you some things. Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“I’ll do my best.” Your voice was a little hoarse.

“Have you ever heard of imprinting?” You turned to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you.

“Well, no. What is that?”

“When a… werewolf… falls in love, I guess, they imprint. It’s sort of like a mating thing? Claiming someone as their own. It’s a connection they can’t have with anyone else,” Jungkook sounded really serious, but you weren’t sure where this was going. “They can’t control when it happens, and Y/n, last time I was here I…” You froze, whipping around to face him. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto his lap. He was sitting on the ground beside the tub, a look of unease on his face.

“You mean… you… with me..” You gulped. “O-okay. So you…”

“Yes. I’m in love with you. I have been for a very long time. But that’s not the point of this conversation. The thing is, it’s for life.” You choked on nothing, turning away and sinking back into the water, all post-sex grogginess disappearing.

“Are you saying we’re like, werewolf married? I dont know what to think. I-”

“Don’t lie. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. You know we have a connection. Besides, a werewolf can’t just imprint on anyone. They have to return the feelings. There’s hard evidence you love me, Y/n. Don’t even deny it.” He was teasing you now, and you felt yourself blush.

“This is just a lot to take in, you know,” you murmured. You turned to him. “Why don’t you get in here with me? I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Team Castiel or Team AU Cas?

Alright people. 

The work week has ended, and after getting some fluffy drabbles out of my system, I am already waist deep in Chapter 9 of “Finding Home”. Our last installment left us in a rather difficult situation. No spoilers, but some decisions need to be made by both the reader and AU Cas. 

I thought that maybe I would have a few people swayed by the emotion of the situation, but you guys are holding firm to your teams of choice; which makes me proud that you guys are so committed to your character. 

So while I am working on Chapter 9, shoot me an ask and tell me what you’re thinking. What do you think the reader should do? Don’t be shy! Represent your team with enthusiasm! And, as always, if you want to add your vote and be put on a team, let me know. I will add you and make another post tallying up the votes tomorrow. Love you guys!

Sincerely yours, 

Chris

As it stands now:

TEAM CASTIEL: 

@trexrambling @splendidcas  @idreamofhazel  @wolfgamzee  @xxslytherinprincessxx @secretlysage @reallyverynodansi @webcricket @mamaredd123 @badasssweetsrebel  @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  

TEAM AU CAS: 

@pbdolphin23  @jannalionheart @casismyspiritangel   @assbuttyourlife  @castianityislife01 @sweethomelebanon  @casbabydontgoineedyou @miss-spnm0mma @therecklessbecky @lazairahel  @darkmystress00

WEENIES WHO WON’T GET OFF THE FENCE: 

@greenappleeyes

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Catch Up On “Finding Home”

Chapter 1       Chapter 2  

Chapter 3       Chapter 4  

Chapter 5       Chapter 6

Chapter 7       Chapter 8

Chapter 9  (coming soon)

A Matter Of Time

Mob goes on a lunch date with Minori, then hangs at home with Shou for a while before they have to leave tomorrow. Mob has a lot of friends.

Theres lots of talk about the mogami arc in this chapter! So if you’re not cool with that, I’d say skip to about half-way through when Mob goes home, thats about where it ends. 

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I’ve cried so much today, my stomach hurts constantly, and I hate myself, but I adore my dietitian and my therapist seems great so there’s that.

My intentions for tomorrow (since most everyone is on pass) is to start re-learning guitar, to do some art, and to try my best with the increase to full portions.
Screaming Daydreams

Author: Submitted by @phoeniebean

my heart is pounding
fingers bleeding as you play
just one more chord
just one more chord
lost the pick songs ago
i jump
dance
sing
more of a scream than singing
the crowd screams with me so its fine
i look at him
i can tell he’s completely numb
nothing but the beat and the words
as he sings. his vocals will be destroyed by tomorrow
he won’t care
he’s never cared
he just loves the rush of being there
on stage doing what he’s worked for
hell i live for it too
the guitar feels like nothing as of now
to fucked up to care how i look
all i know is i must play on
just one more chord
just one more chord
i jump around and sparks fly
we’re sharing a mic now just yelling at this point. loving every single second
every second of this moment
now all i wish for is
just one more song
just one more song

Smol One’s birthday party is tomorrow, which means I’ll be spending a large portion of today baking treats for the party.  I’ve had a request for chocolate strawberry scones, cookies, and instead of a cake we’re doing a “decorate your own cupcake” bar.  Nothing worth taking pictures of, so I’ll just leave this here instead.

(thanks again, @elizabethrobertajones)

Y'all 😁💜🥃💕🥃💜😁

Once again, I am drunk and on vacation and finally have an excuse - my cousin is getting married tomorrow!! I’m so fucking excited for him omg

In the meantime, if you want a free one card reading, hit up my instagram (@tarotqueen13) for one. I probs won’t get back to you till like Tuesday or so, so expect delays if you request (what do you want, I’m on vacation, and they’re free lol)

AnywYs, love y'all, goodnight 😘🥃🦄🔮

We’re doing a cosplay photoshoot tomorrow at a place with lots of caves and such, so I’m gonna wear Jecht again (and probably bring my Starfleet Uniform to change into probably at some point, it’s too perfect), and I’m super excited, I love wearing that costume. Painting the design on will be a pain, but OH WELL.

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anonymous asked:

sorry if this is like.... a dumb thing to send.... but for some reason I was completely sure that friday's clip would be back to Sana's point of view? I assumed we'd end the season from her perspective? I don't follow many skam blogs so I didn't realise other people didn't think that.... Whose point of view do you think this clip will be from?

hey, lovely!  💖

we’re getting another clip from sana’s party tomorrow and i assume it’s going to be from her pov (^:

i think today’s clip is going to be from eskild’s pov. 

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Pulse nightclub shooting that claimed the lives of 49 Black and Latinx LGBTQ+ people and their allies and wounded 58 others. As the first anniversary, I know tomorrow is gonna sting for a lot of people and the community at large. So tomorrow at 12p Eastern, join me (wherever you are/whatever you’re doing) in 49 seconds of silence. It’s important to honor our dead and reflect on what they meant to us. #Pulse

Dude, the way they announced the KH3 trailer was so extra tho. After the last song, Yoko Shimomura, Tetsuya Nomura, the composer, and the pianist all bowed and then left the stage. For some reason, the entire orchestra is still sitting there. Everyone is like “is it done?” “how come they’re just sitting there?” “are they gonna do another song??” Then Nomura and the gang all come BACK to the stage after a few minutes pass and Nomura is like “I’m not gonna be at e3 tomorrow because I’m here for the concert but you guys are gonna be the first to see the KH3 trailer.” and then the entire room collectively lost their shit. Over 100 people lost their souls in the process. Me included.

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Little kids were handing out cards like these and hand-made rainbow hearts around Pulse yesterday. Little kids are being taught LGBT+ people matter and these kids were so genuinely involved in wanting to spread that to strangers. Seeing such youthful innocence on those grounds radiating love and happiness telling me I mattered marked a pivotal shift in my mood that day and that’s when I realized that despite all the ugly, and despite where I stood a year later where hate shattered the world, we have progressed. Hundreds of people, of all affiliations and creeds, gathered around Pulse doing fingerpainting with children laughing, painting on wooden stars messages of a better tomorrow, dancing, singing, and hugging everyone. Celebrating in defiance. So to anyone feeling lost or still grieving - you’re loved, you’re SO strong, and most importantly you matter. Love you guys ❤️

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UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE! Luca is now home from surgery. They did a spay, mass removal, and tail amputation. They took a lot off her tail which means her tail was a lot worse than we thought, both myself and the vets. They did xrays to see if the cancer had spread and if so, where and she is officially cancer free!

We do, however, have to do a few follow up visits, so she’s not out of the woods yet. There’s still a chance something could happen during the healing process that could require emergency attention.


I spoke with the investigating officer today about her and her case, I brought my vet bills, pictures, screen shots of conversations, and they will be making contact by tomorrow afternoon with the people that did this to my baby.


As I said, we’re not out of the woods yet. Please continue to share her gofundme, we still need help covering some costs for her. We want to make sure she gets the best care and treatment possible. So please don’t give up on us.

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The Tale of the Demon King | An FHQ Fairy Tale
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So… kinda nervous sharing this project online, because it’s not like my other comics and it’s suuuper stylized… but today is day 6 of iwaoi week and one prompt is “fairy tale“!!

After doodling the FHQ!iwaoi card art, I started thinking about why Oikawa/Kuroo would break bad in a serious version of FHQ… and then I wrote and illustrated a whole FHQ fairy tale picture book. (click thru/embiggen for the crispy hi res images)

All the lineart’s done, so I’m posting pages as I color. Plan is to post 2 pages every other day or so, tho I do have 3-4 queued up for tomorrow! Here we goo

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend me some good spirk fanfics? I know very little about Star Trek but I guess it's time to delve into a new obsession

This ask’s been sitting in my inbox for days but since you’re not the only one asking me to rec fics here are some. I’m forgetting a lot of good fics but I’ve read so much I can’t remember titles. Anyway here are some of the ones I do remember:

How We Go Together by ekb112

rhadamanthus by spqr

Lyre, Lyre by vulcansmirk

Articulation by CorpusInvictus

Miscommunication by sinestrated

Antigravity by sinestrated

Just One More (It Couldn’t Hurt) by summerofspock 

Alien Anatomy by Sangwin -my favorite, 10/10 would die for this fic

Vulcan Words of Misunderstanding by inkinmyheartandonthepage

From the Beginning by Linsky

this and that of you by schweet_heart

Five and One: I Wanna Hold Your Hand by Penbrydd

Ashayam by Willowe

Shakedown Cruise by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS)

cast out fear by s0mmerspr0ssen

Sha Ka Ree by ThereBeWhalesHere

The Usage of “I Love You” by zquinto

Translating Ennoia by WerewolvesAreReal

With Every Heartbeat I Have Left by pastmydancingdays

Fulfilling the Needs of the One (Or the Both) by plaidshirtjimkirk

Limits of Interpretation or: So You Want to Date a Vulcan by druxykexy

Definitions by WerewolvesAreReal

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A NIGHT AT HOME | YOONGI VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,328

warnings: graphic smut, swearing, masturbation, rough sex, oral sex, overstimulation

Originally posted by bwiseoks

masterlist | ask | song


Stirring the white milk into the coffee you sighed, bored out of your brain. Your boyfriend was busy working in the home recording studio you had built for him for his birthday, as he was most nights. Yoongi was a member of the internationally famous kpop group BTS, and had even released mix tapes and solo tracks of his own. He was so very passionate about music, in fact, that’s how the two of you had met.

Three years ago you were out buying a new sound system as your room mate had broken yours, Yoongi was in the quiet music store too; he introduced himself as a sales assistant to help you find the best ‘value for money’ equipment, as you didn’t have much cash with you. Of course things started to get a little fishy when said sales clerk asked if you had a boyfriend, whereabouts you like to go eat and what your living arrangements were. Eventually he confessed he didn’t work at the store, but was very intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you better.

Later that night he took you to your favourite restaurant just outside of town and you exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at home. A week later you couldn’t contain your huge Cheshire Cat like grin when he showed up at your door at midnight, blasting music from the most expensive sound system you’d both seen in store.

“Y/N! I saw this in a movie last night, is it working?! Did I get the girl?! Let me in before your neighbours call the cops!”

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