so it's just a small circle of love

professorozpin  asked:

one of my favorite small stims: watching ppl peel dragonfruit/avocado (you just pop the skin right off!)

Oooomg watching people peel avocado is so great!! Watching them take the skin off is good enough on its own, but I love when they take the seed out by just whacking it with the knife, and then it pops right out and leaves a perfect circle dent where it used to be!

I hadn’t seen as many videos of peeling dragonfruit, but I watched some just now and it looks just as good!! Its texture is firmer than avocado, so it’s the same sort of satisfying peeling action with a different feel! :D

Stay at Home Dad

It’s hard being a working mom, sure, but what about being a stay at home dad? Cullen x Inquisitor.

Is is too conceited of me to say that this is super cute?  Because this is really cute.


“You’ll be fine, my love,” Idina said, tracing his jaw with her finger.  Cullen pouted while he balanced their tiny daughter on his hip.  Clara was squirming to get to her mother, and he was barely able to keep a grip on her.

“Do you have to go?” he asked her for the third time, earning a laugh from her.

“The Inquisition need its Inquisitor.  We both know I’ve stayed too long,” she said gently.  “We both know I would stay if I could.”

It was just a simple mission, she and a small group of her inner circle would be setting out for the Hinterlands to take care of some rebel mages who were causing a ruckus.  It would only take two weeks, three at the most, but Cullen had never been left alone with Clara for so long.  So much could go wrong.

Idina kissed them both.  “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.

She waved one last time at Clara before joining Dorian, Cassandra, and Varric at the gate.

“Take care of the little demon!” her Tevinter companion shouted to the commander as they mounted their horses.

Cullen watched them leave, anxiety piling in his stomach, before Clara started wailing.  He held her tight and whispered, “I know, love.  But it’s just you and me for a few weeks.”

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Daddy’s little kitten (Part twelve)

“Okay, that’s everything unpacked i think” Harry spoke sounding absolutely bloody exhausted. “Thanks baby” i whispered whilst placing a tender loving kiss onto his cheek.

Looking around the room i smiled to myself. I was now living with the man i love, something which i never dreamed of happening. Never did i ever think me and Harry would make it this far. I thought it was just a short fling, that i was someone he could get his sexual needs from, his little kitten.

My sugar daddy has proved himself wrong.

“It finally feels like home” Harry spoke. “What do you mean?” i asked whilst staring intently at the business man. “It feels like home now you live here. Before it was so lonely and well… empty i guess” he shrugged. “Awww Harry, so you do have a sensitive side!” i giggled whilst pulling at his cheeks. “Bugger off” he laughed whilst walking away from me.

I walked to one of the boxes and pulled the last item out. “You forgot this Mr Styles!” i laughed whilst waving a white photo frame in the air. I gently placed it down onto the bedside table whilst Harry sauntered over to inspect the new item. “I dont remember this being taken?” the curly haired man spoke with his brow furrowed. “That’s because you were drunk silly” i giggled whilst poking his ribs.

We looked so happy in the picture. Probably because we were both so intoxicated that we couldn’t see straight but that’s besides the point. I was wearing a tight little number whilst Harry had his tattooed arm draped around me. He looked adorable and different. His usual black suit was nowhere to be seen meaning that his usual serious side was gone. We were laughing at something, Harry had probably made a cheesy joke no doubt.

“I want one of them for my desk babe” Harry declared still staring at the photo. “We look so happy and loved up” he laughed. “That’s because we are, duhhh” i giggled. “C’mereee” he cooed opening his arms. I fell forward into his warm embrace and snuggled into his chest.

“I told you we would be together. I didn’t break my promise did i?” “You didn't” i smiled. “Its just me and you now Kitten, no more drama.” He traced small circles onto my back as i snuggled into his chest, inhaling the scent of his usual aftershave; Paco Rabanne one million.

“How about i go and get us a take away and we can have a movie night, just me and you snuggled up on the sofa? Best make the most of this time off we’ve got together” my boyfriend suggested. “That sounds like a really good plan” i cooed causing him to release me from his grasp and grab his car keys off the side. He then kissed my forehead whilst muttering a ‘be back soon’ and his range rover could be heard reversing off the drive.

Deciding to have an explore i trudged back into the bedroom to see what i could find. Opening one of the bedside drawers i noticed a small book which was labelled as ‘Harry’s journal’.

Now i dont know about you, but im quite a curious person. If somebody tells me not to open something, i have to open it. I was curious to see what Harry could possibly write about. What if he has written about me? It can’t be that private as it has no lock on it, and surely you wouldn’t leave it in such an obvious place if you didn’t want people to read it.

My heart was telling me to forget about the journal and respect Harry’s privacy, but my mind had other ideas.

I listened to my mind whilst the curiosity ate away at my shaking nimble fingers. Flicking through the pages i came across one that was labelled “My darling Y/N… Daddy’s Little Kitten.” Knowing it was about me i began to read the comments which Harry had scribbled down.

My Darling Y/N. Oh what would i do without my beautiful ray of sunshine? She’s my everything, my life, my world. I can’t wait to be able to hold her in my arms and kiss her goodnight. To wake up every morning next to her beautiful petite figure. I don’t know how i’ve dropped so lucky. Genuine girls never go for me. They think i’m a player. That’s probably because i am. Well, i was. Not anymore.

I just hope my plan to get rid of Scarlett works. I dont want y/n to be hurt due to any of this. I just want me and her to be together so i can spoil her and give her everything she deserves.

I find it hard to love people, but there’s no doubt about the fact that i love y/n. She is perfect. My princess.”

“Y/N?”

Shit. My trembling hands snapped the book shut but it was too late.

“What are you doing love?” he asked but his eyes soon went wide when he noticed what was in my shaking hands.

“Is that my journal?”

Again, i tooooook so long but i apologise. I hope you enjoy this part, i have made quite a bit of an effort with it. I was thinking how i could carry the storyline on but ive come up with this so i hope you like it. Please like if you read and dont be afraid to message me with feedback. I love you all!

P.s requests are open. Oh and sorry for the cliffhanger again!

Kirstie xx

goodemon  asked:

Alright, here's another: bokuroo + shotgunning? I know you did a fix in the past (that I fuckin LOVED homie)

(that fic is so fucking old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but thank you!!!!!!!!!) 

I know I totally dramatized shotgunning in that fic but it probably doesn’t even go as half as nice as that realistically?? 

Kuroo is jealous that Bokuto can do those weird little smoke rings and he can’t and he just keeps side eyeing the shit out of him like its so unfair, how do you do that??? So Bokuto offers to teach him, and Kuroo SUCKS at it, which only pisses him off more because this should be simple its a small fucking circle it should not be this hard. So Bokuto is like I will blow this smoke ring INTO your mouth, and you will internalize it and thus learn how to do it. Like the skill to do this is embedded in the thing itself. Kuroo kinda wants to say that doesn’t make any sense but then again…….the sound of that doesn’t sound too bad? Doesn’t sound too fucking bad at all. 

They do end up kissing but its not hot or anything cause Kuroo ends up coughing like really hard during it and Bokuto bursts out laughing but they tried. At leas they can say they tried. 

cute michael smut

i don’t usually write things like this…

“babe where are you going?” I watched as she flung a sweatshirt over her head and searched through her purse.

“the pool, why?” she pulled the sleeves down over her hands as she looked over at me.

“nothing. Just wondering” I smirked up at her.

“I’ll be back in a few, okay?”

“yeah that’s fine, have fun cutie”

She swung the hotel room door open and ashton was standing there with his fist in the air about to knock. y/n stepped aside letting him in. Ashton sat himself down next to me on the couch and stole one of my pillows.

“where are you going looking like that y/n?” ashton chuckled.

y/n rested her hand on the door handle with a confused look on her face, “the pool?” raising her voice on the last syllable making it sound more like a question.

“like that?” he snorted

“piss of man” I nudged ashton’s leg with my foot to get him to stop.

y/n tilted her head slighty to the side, something she often did right before she felt like crying.

“what are you-“

“babe, you’re okay. Go have fun at the pool” I tried to encourage her.

“but…what’s wrong with my outfit?” her brows furrowing together

I threw a stern look at ashton, begging him not to answer but he didn’t even glance up at me. He grabbed the chip bowl and grabbed a mouthful of chips, stuffing his face.

“you could go to the north pole like that” he eyed her up and down.

“fuck you ashton” she half-heartedly yelled and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

“try being a little more sensitive next time, you douche”

“whatever dude”

“get the fuck out” I tried my best not to get angry but how could I keep it in? y/n was my girlfriend and she means the world to me. I hate it when others try to put her down because in my eyes she’s perfect.

Ashton groaned and got up, leaving the room to go find calum or luke to play video games with.

I wasn’t too sure where she would have gone but I had to find her. She had always had self-esteem issues and was always so insecure about her weight. That’s why she chose to wear baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt to go to the pool.

I left the room and walked down the long monotonous hallway and turned the corner just to find y/n curled up in the little alcove. Her legs were pulled up into her chest and her head buried into her knees. Her long hair was sprawled out over her legs so I couldn’t see her face.

The soft sobs gave me the hint that she was crying.

“sweetheart”

She didn’t budge. She clung tighter to her legs. I stood over her, thinking of how small she looked all curled up in the corner. She looked so vulnerable. All I wanted was to protect her.

I sat down next to her and wrapped my long arms around her shoulders, leaning her into me. She tucked her head into my chest and cried. I soothed her hair down with my hand, softly whispering to her, “please don’t cry y/n. you’re okay. I’m right here. Don’t listen to him. You’re perfect and I love you.”

“I’m so ugly and fat” she mumbled into my shirt

“no you aren’t y/n! you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in the entire world.”

She let out a deep sigh in frustration, not believing a word I said.

“look at me babe” I pulled her head away from my chest. Her cheeks were a slight tint of red and I could see the tear streaks going down her face. I tried wiping the wetness away with the pads of my thumbs. Then I brushed some strands of hair behind her ear.

“I have never seen anyone as perfect as you in my life. I love you y/n. I love your cute little face, I love how you always smell like vanilla, I love when you scrunch up your nose when you laugh really hard, I love the way your eyes sparkle when we’re watching your favorite movie. I really love your body too. You’re so huggable.”

“that’s only what you think. Everyone else thinks I’m worthless and stupid”

“stop that. Why the fuck should it matter what anyone else thinks? Its just you and me babe. I love you and I think you’re beautiful. That’s all we need”

“I need a hug”

“c’mere darling”

I stood up, holding my hands out to help her up. She happily took my hands and scooted up, wrapping her arms around my torso. She went on her tiptoes and rested her chin on my shoulder. My hands found their way under her heavy sweater to her back and rubbed small circles. Her skin was so soft and I couldn’t get enough.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too mikey”

I turned my head and kissed the side of her face. I peppered kisses all over her face, along her cheeks and on her chin, up to her forehead. One last kiss was placed on the tip of her nose and she let out a soft giggle. It was so adorable the way she laughed like that.

I was the first to pull away but I kept my hands locked on hers. Slowly, I walked her back to our room. As I slide the card into the lock I looked up at her. Her hair was a little disheveled, but her eyes were finally dry. And let me tell you, she looked as beautiful as ever. I was lost in a daze staring at her beauty.

“micheal…the door”

“oh right, sorry haha”

I kicked the door open and led her in first, like a gentleman. y/n stepped inside and sat on the edge of the large bed.

I opened my mouth in attempt to give her some comforting words as I locked the door.

“can we-“ it was as if the voice was caught in her throat, unable to form any words and finish the sentence.

“what would you like baby girl?”

“love” she trailed off, looking down at her feet. Nothing more was said because I knew exactly what she wanted and what she needed.

She stood up and I joined her by the end of the bed. I softly placed my hands on her shoulders, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. My tongue traced along her mouth attempting to part it but she didn’t let me in.

“babe” I groaned, moving my hands down to her hips

“nuh uh” she shook her head from side to side

“you’re going to have to let me in eventually”

She giggled and backing up onto the bed. I soon followed, hovering over top of her. Her hands tugged at the bottom of my shirt and tried pulling it up over my head for me but I put my hand over hers, stopping her.

“you first” I kissed her passionately. I guided her upper body so she was now sitting upright and I pulled the sweater up over her head. Fortunately her shirt stuck with it and came off too. Her hands immediately came in front of her chest to cover up her body and stomach. I pulled her hands away “I need to see all of your beauty y/n.” smiling up at her. Reluctantly she loosened her grip.

I left open mouth kisses on her front, starting at her shoulders and making my way down her stomach.

“you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on y/n.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you”

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, flying it across the room. I held one of her boobs in my hand and massaged it as gentle as I could, making her moan in response. I attached my lips around one of her nipples and sucked on it for a bit, letting it harden in my mouth.

Once I was satisfied with the work I had done, I looked up at her, “please don’t ever feel like you aren’t enough. I need you y/n”

you’re insecurreeee, don’t know what forrrr

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BLESSED WITH A CURSE

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I had like 2 chapters of this on my phone but basically my phone was fucking up and I had to reboot so all of the things I wrote including a Michael fanfic got deleted. It’s depressing. My laptop has been very slow lately so I can’t really make some gif memes thing rn. I’m sorry guys. The italicized/bold part is a dream. Feedback is highly appreciated

  -Nikki  

Y/N Y/L/N’s boyfriend, Dylan Porter thought that it would be a great idea to mess around with the Ouija board in Y/N’s room. They got introduced to the Calum Hood; the spirit through the board. Calum can read everyone’s minds, a talent of his. He has the gift to know all of the secrets of everyone around him. Curiosity struck him when he saw Y/N, she intrigued him. She was someone he can’t read. He looked after her for her whole life. He was determined to know why she was someone he couldn’t read and why he felt normal whenever he was around her. What happens if a ghost falls in love with a human and what happens if a human falls in love with a ghost. Is it meant to be? Or would they just end up chasing rainbows?

Y/N

I woke up to the sound of my alarm echoed throughout my room instantly waking me up. I felt something shift on the edge of my bed, I expected it to be my dog but when I woke up I saw Calum staring at me amusingly.

“Hey how long have you been sitting there?” I asked as I leaned on the headboard rubbing the sleep off my eyes. My eyes shifted to the phone on his hands. I saw him type something before he tossed the phone in the empty space beside me.

“Check it out. Your douche bag boyfriend wants you back.” He said with a wink. I grabbed the phone beside me, checking the messages Calum’s been sending to Dylan.

“Well he’s not having me back Calum. He’s a douche bag. I’d rather stay here with you.” I said. His eyes lit up before he shot me a soft smile.

“Come here.” He whispered, moving slowly towards me. He took my hands above his and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck glancing at him before shyly looking down on his chest. “Hey.” He cooed in my ear, stroking my hair. He pulled me closer into a tight comforting embrace.

I heard my phone ring but before I pulled away Calum held me closed to him. “It’s just Dylan.” He said. 

“I’m gonna need to break it off with him Calum. It’s just gonna take a while.” I said, he let go of me still holding onto my hand.   

“Hello? What do you want Dylan?” I said.

“I want you back Y/N. Please it was all a mistake. I know you have someone new but please Y/N. If we ever meant anything to you you’d take me back.” Dylan begged.

“I’m done with you Dylan. You did nothing but lie to me. I’m with someone better now. I’m with Calum.” 

“Calum? Where the fuck did you pick that guy up Y/N. He sounds like bad news.”

“It’s none of your business Dylan. We’re over. Get the fuck over it.” I said before ending the call.

I wrapped my arms around Calum, taking in his scent. “Why do you feel so real?” I asked him. He shoved me lightly before placing his hand over his head. He stumbled towards the wall, his hand still pressed to his forehead. “What’s wrong Cal.” I gasped. I gently pushed him to the bed.

Calum

I felt Y/N push me to the bed. Shit what the fuck was happening. One minute I was okay and now I feel like absolute shit. “Cal. What’s wrong.” She asked. She looked at me pulling me towards the middle of the bed. “Calum, lie down.” She ordered. I slowly brought my head to the pillow, groaning at the impact. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why does everything hurt? She held my hand sitting on the mattress. She was just inches away from me. She looked at me, worry clouding her face. She sat on the empty space beside me; her hands gently caressed my forehead. I felt a blush creep on my cheeks. I didn’t even know I could do that. I was a spirit; I’m not supposed to feel these things. I’m basically dead. What the fuck is happening. “Shit Cal. Why are you looking like you’re dying.” She exclaimed.

“It’s probably because I am dead.” I chuckled. She giggled nudging me lightly as a strand of hair landed on her face. I did what I saw in the movies and tucked it behind her ear. She blushed quickly running her hands through it.

“Uhm, are you okay Cal?” she asked. She stood up to get something. I decided to at least close my eyes to numb the pain that I was feeling. She came back a minute later with a glass of water and some sort of bottle in her hand. “Uhm, Can this help?” She asked handing me the glass of water. She turned to a cabinet grabbing some clothes and some blankets. She quickly walked towards me almost tripping on her feet which made me giggle. “Hey it’s not funny.” she said with a pout.

“What’re you doing anyway Y/N?” I asked resting my head on the palm of my hand. She threw me the shirt and the pants mumbling a quiet “catch”. “Wear them Calum. They should fit you well.” she continued before going to the bathroom to do god knows what. She came back in the middle of me putting some pants on. “You need help?” she asked obviously noticing that I was struggling. “It’s just that my head hurts so fucking bad.” I whimpered trying to put the pants on quickly. “Oh.” She sighed. I finally got in on lying down back on the bed. 

“Aren’t you gonna drink that? It might help you with your headache Calum.” She asked worried. “Last time I checked I was a spirit.” I said cheekily smirking at her. Her eyes got wide and she blushed furiously. “Oh, I forget sometimes.” She chuckled running a hand through her hair. It must’ve been a habit of hers whenever she was embarrassed. “Lie down and close your eyes.” she cooed into my ear.

I do exactly as I was told. I felt Y/N’s hand on my forehead; she was massaging my temples in small circles with something that had a minty-fresh aroma. “What is that? It smells amazing.” I asked curiously. “Its peppermint, now close your eyes and go to sleep Calum.” She cooed. After a few minutes I heard her say “Open your mouth.” I felt her stick something cold which I assumed was a thermometer. So I just stayed in my relaxed state loving the feeling of Y/N’s hands massaging my forehead slowly numbing the pain. “Shit Calum you’re hot. 38.6 Celsius.” She gasped. Those were the last words I heard before passing out.

I was outside watching the sky when I saw Y/N and a guy walk on the other side of the road. She was beautiful. Her Y/H/C hair was curled loosely and she had a snapback on which fitted her well. She wore what she usually wore but she still looked stunning. The guys head was covered with the hood of his jacket. The guy wrapped one arm around her waist. He pulled her closer planting a swift peck on her cheek. I felt jealousy boil inside of me. I grabbed a small stone and threw it near them. I accidentally hit the guy and he looked my direction. He was me. I was the guy I was jealous of. He just turned my attention back to Y/N who was clinging on to him. He walked her over to her door and she whispered something on his ear. She gave him a quick hug but he pulled her closer kissing her lovingly before giving her his jacket. I saw him say something that I couldn’t quite make out from here but I saw a blush creep on Y/N’s cheek.

“It’s time to go Calum. It’s your time.”

“Time to go Calum. Time to go.”

Different voices echoed in my dream and I felt something pulling me to the dark. I tried to scream out only to realize I was underwater.

This is No Accident

Title: This Is No Accident
Chapter/One Shot: Chapter 5
Original Imagine:
Imagine Loki meeting a single pregnant Midgardian woman during his exile and falling in love with her and her unborn child.
Author: starrynight35
Rating: Teen for this chapter
Notes/Warnings: None, fluff

Chapter 5

Emma looked up as Loki grinned, then snatched her hand away from his bare chest as quickly as she could.
“Sorry. I just…”
Loki grabbed her hand, and she stopped. He was rubbing small circles on her palm with his thumb.
“I’m not bothered, love.”
Their eyes were locked, and Emma couldn’t look away. His emerald eyes were so deep and mysterious. They were kind, but they had seen so much pain. She felt it when she looked at him.

Loki could almost feel Emma looking into his soul. He felt her presence like she was engulfing him. He couldn’t break away from her, and he didn’t know if he really wanted to. A single tear made its way down Emma’s face, and it was enough to break the hold she had on him.

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i want to share something a little personal, bc it really meant a lot to me. during my last therapy session, my therapist and i were discussing the details of my rape bc i was having a really hard time dealing with my emotions of it for the past couple of weeks. this happened 5 years ago, but ptsd can be very powerful. we were kind of walking through the details so we could try to digest what happened together, one of the things that happened when i was raped is that there were a lot of people around when it happened. i was 15 and extremely intoxicated at a party, and a 20 year old who had just arrived to the party could see this. ive been thinking about this a lot lately, bc i am now the age that my rapist was, and im finally putting it into perspective that there is truly no way he could have not known what he did was wrong. the 15 year olds i know in my life, i see as children. its just heartbreaking to think about if what happened to me would have happened to them.


 i was so drunk, having a hard time keeping my balance, and he could see that i was vulnerable. ive always had a hard time getting over the fact that there were so many people around me, including adults who knew better, that just sat back and allowed this to happen to me. it has made it hard for me to trust that people actually love and care about me, it really caused me to keep a small circle bc of this. at the time my rape happened, i was really scared to come forward about the circumstances bc i did not want to get any of the adults in trouble with the law for my underage drinking, i did not want my parents to find out i had been drinking in the first place, and there were a few other circumstances that just made my situation complex. 

my therapist told me to imagine if instead of me being the victim if i was one of the adult bystanders and i saw a drunk 15 year old at this party. she asked how i would feel and react to the situation. i knew that the second i saw this happening, i would do everything that i could to try to remove this 15 year old from the situation. i would not leave her there. i didnt have somebody like me to stop this from happening, but it really clicked for me that it was just unfortunate circumstances. i was at the wrong place at the wrong time. i really want to be the person that i needed in that situation for others, i want to be able to be there for other girls with the kind of support that i never received. im trying to think about that more when i feel all alone, when i feel like its just not worth it anymore, and that nobody really cared what happened to me. i need to be around to make sure other girls do not feel this kind of emptiness. i need to be the adult that wasn’t there for me.

Twin Soulmarks?

Ok so Twin Souls is amazing but I DO NOT OWN IT. I mean I own the books and as soon as the movies come out I will beg my mom for money but that’s beside the point. This is my first fic for Twin Souls and the characters will be ooc I’M SORRY! Stick with it, it’ll probably get better. And yes this is one of those cliché soulmark AUs but I adore this AU as much as the original sorry!


There are exactly two interesting things about me. Which are about two more than anyone else in the small town of The Falls. Of course by interesting I mean different. Weird. Abnormal. Freakish. The first is the most obvious, my name. Mizar T. Gleeful. (You don’t want to know what the T. stands for, trust me.) In a small town of Wendys, Joshs, and Larrys, Mizar tends stands out quite a bit. The other ‘interesting’ fact about me is my soulmark. I know what you’re thinking, “Everyone has soulmarks Mizar, it’s not unusual.” And I know, but mine is colored. And yes I know, “Everyone’s soulmark gets colored once they meet their soulmate. The mark is grayscale beforehand and solid black when the other dies. Nothing you’re saying is weird Mizar Tabitha Gleeful.” Well first off T. does not stand for Tabitha. Second I haven’t met my soul mate. Yeah you heard right, I have a full colored mark and no soul mate.

When I was born it was the simple gray mark like everyone else. When I was about 4 months old my mom left me alone for about two minutes. When she came back my mark was bright and colorful. I was alone when it changed and no one in The Falls even matches my mark. None of specialist or psychologist my parents have dragged me to have ever been able to explain it.

The mark is just off to the side of my collarbone. It’s a bright gold star with red dripping off the bottom. It’s pretty bad ass, if a bit creepy. Still it makes me worry. The mark is supposed to represent my other half and it’s, well it’s dripping in blood. What will they be like?

So yeah those are my interesting facts. The only things notable about me, and if I had the choice no one would know any of those things about me but hey small town, everyone has to know everything about everyone else. I’m sure even the new boy in town knows this stuff about me by now.


Ok last time- SORRY! I know its super short but its just a prologue. The rest will be longer I swear!!!!! But yeah, hope you enjoy :D. A certain demon we all know and love should be in next chapter, I might have to prepare a summoning circle just to make sure LOL

(sorry couldn’t help it! ao3)