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Twisted Up

A/N: Alright, I’m terribly sorry to my dear Twister Anon who has waited so long for this! I’m so glad you requested this, because I had a lot of fun writing this particular smut of mine :3 I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lots of love to you, Twister Anon and all my PCY stans out there! x

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Vanilla sex

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Requested: Yes, by my darling Twister Anon <3

Summary: A game of Twister with Chanyeol ends up being taken into the bedroom.

Word Count: 2839

Soundtrack: Toothbrush // DNCE

Originally posted by parkchanyeolieoppa

“God damn it, Chanyeol! It’s right foot on red, not blue”, you burst out laughing, already twisted in an awkward position of your own. With your left hand resting on the yellow circle and your right hand on purple, you’re not exactly in a comfortable predicament.

To your left, Jongdae is twisted up in a human pretzel, trying hard to keep himself from losing his balance as his giggles rumble throughout his form. To your right, Chanyeol seems to be having a bit of a struggle in keeping up with the instructions Junmyeon is diligently reading out from his perch on the nearby barstool.

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Incorrect Seventeen Quotes #291
  • DK : If you drop soap on the ground is the floor clean or is the soap dirty
  • S. Coups : Dokyeom it's 3 am go to bed.
The signs as things in my room:

IG| A S T R O L O G Y S L U T S S

Aries: The hoard of empty red solo cups

Taurus: The makeup bucket™

Gemini: The double blinds on the window

Cancer: The key-chains hanging from the ceiling

Leo: The chair™

Virgo: My empty closet

Libra: My desk

Scorpio: My bed

Sagittarius: The bottle of body soap on the ground

Capricorn: The giant bean bag in the corner

Aqaurius: The collection of funko pop figures

Pisces: The garage sale painting

**Credits Admin Sag

Walls Come Down

Not About Angels part 5

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Summary: Loving him feels like the most exquisite way of self-destruction. Too close, and you’re radioactive. Too far, and your heart shatters, and the city cracks in two while debris scatters in the space between your ribs. Pining over a brooding, unstable Bucky Barnes isn’t exactly your brightest idea, especially when you’re just as damaged as he is, and he doesn’t seem to love you half as much as you love him.

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1727

A.N: I may have teared up a little


The thing about living in a place packed with spies and enhanced individuals is that, eventually, there will be someone awake at some point in the night. Today, that’s you.

After hours of tossing and turning in bed, kicking off the sheets to the floor in a fit, you resolve to finally get out of your room. It’s no use going back to sleep—or going to sleep at all, since that’s proven futile for the past three hours—you settle for the next best thing you can get besides sleep: food.

Your sock clad feet pad almost silently over the cool floors of the living quarters, down the stairs and all the way through the living room towards the ample kitchen. The lights turn on instantly as you approach the marble countertop, grabbing the last apple from the fruit bowl and munching on it.

It’s been two days since your fight with Steve. Two days of subtle glares and purposely arguing with him every time one of you as much as talks, because he’s too stubborn to admit he hurt you and you’re much too proud to apologize, this resulting in some of the most miserable days of your life since you came back to the compound.

And it’s all because of Barnes and the stupid cake you decided to bake for him. You don’t regret what you did for Bucky, and come to think about it, even he has been acting more civil towards you than Steve, and it hurts you to no end to see your friend being so cold. Especially this time of the year when he knows you need him most. But then again, he’s not your boyfriend anymore, and the two of you are fighting, so the best you can do is lie restless in bed and sneak to the kitchen for apples at two in the morning.

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tim, at the batcomputer: i need uhhh,,, a fuckin moment to think

damian, pulling out a bottle of liquid dishsoap: can you say that again drake i couldn’t hear you the first time

tim, realizing this is a Trap: you know what? it was nothing important…. i just need a moment to collect my thoughts :)

The Pain

Taco looked over the amalgam, it wheezed and croaked in its sleep, she stared and thought about something, ‘what happened to these two? what do they actually feel? how did this all happen?’ she pondered at her burning questions, 

suddenly her thoughts were paused by a particularly load wheeze from Mic, she looked at her, the remains of her ally, melted and fused into her lover, she sighed and came closer to her. she slowly reached her hands for Mic.

suddenly, upon contact with her melted flesh, Taco felt herself being plunged into a deep void


-͇̤͓̬̜̼̤͖̼̪̲̮ͮͨ̇ͮ͟͝͠-̢̽̏ͤ͗͊̂̐ͨ҉̗̮͖̜͙͎͓̮-̈́̒ͮͧ͋͆̒͘͡͏̢̗̥̟̰͇̙̪͠-̴̡̟̦͓̯̺̞̝̹̼̱͙̝͓ͮͭ̌̒̍̑̃̀̍͋ͪ̅̀͝͡-̽̂̑ͤͦͤͬͦ͒̄̚͠͏̘̳̯̦̦̬̪̟̞͎̮̙̺͕̬̘͙-̸̗̲͈̬̜͎͇̰̱̟̩͈̪̜̼̱̫̿̀̽͂ͧ̎̈́̀͠-̷̴̜̳̱̬͖̦̺̭̙̭͇̬̜̣͚̗̭̙ͭ̾ͪ̒͌ͩ̈̐͌̈́͗̏̎͒̉ͯ͘͜͡-̨̛͊̇ͥ͌̆ͫ͋͆͑ͮͯ̑ͤ̂ͭ͝҉̨͙͈͇̹̙̤͎̫ͅ-̸̶̨̛͓̦̝̖͙̯͇̘̀͛̆̑͋ͨͤ̑͝-̢̛͚̬̹̱̦͈̗͖̲̙̻̤͍̠̦̤̭ͤ͐ͧ́ͬ̏͌͗̎̿͆́̈́̀̍ͣ̃̚͜-̧̝̩̪͈͔͖̹̗̓ͮ͋ͦͧ̏̓̐ͯ͑̾͋͊ͩ́̕͜-̢̜̭̤̩͇̮̼͉̙̖͙̳ͧ̈́̾ͭ̊̈͜͢-̴̮͇̪̜͍̩̱̱͈̰̯̙̗̝̘̬̒ͦ̈́̇ͯͨ̓̀̊͆̆̽͂ͯ̕͜ͅ-ͣͩ̎̂ͬ͆ͥͥͯͥ̾̔̋ͤͪ̒̚҉̛̪͙̘̺̞̻̗̪̭̙͕̜́͢-̷̧͓̹̭͎̱̝͓͖̫̞̮̞̭̹͎͎̭̓̂̑̔ͨͥ̈́̉ͩͧ́͝-̶̧͎̮̗͚̝̺͖͇̬̩̯̫̗̮̜̝͙̭̽͒ͮ̄ͬ̅̓͑̈́͆̍͂ͩ̒̈́ͨ̅-̴̢͓̣͖͎͕̝̱̘͈̦͇̼͕̤͎̀̊ͫ͐ͧ͊̓̽́-ͮ̊͗̇̔̆ͪ͗̚҉̳̠̘͙͎̻͉̤̫̟̬̭́́-̶̴̵̭̦̞͉ͧ̓̔ͨ͂ͦ̄́̀̚͟͢-̵͎̖̜͍̳̻̣̫̖͕̻̘̗̽ͣ͒ͯ̽̀͟͟ͅ-͑ͭ̃̎̔ͪ̕҉̵̻̭̺͉͇͡-̯̙̱͓͇͎̤̩̖̯̩͔̩̋͒ͯͪ̎ͭͨ̍̀́͜͞͠-̷̮͎͓̝̝̥̼̥̰͙͒̀͊͌ͧͦ̄́ͩ̈͌̌̓ͫ̀-͂̂ͣ̍ͪ͏͢҉̣͈͚͇̠͚͚̘͍̳̗-̷̵̷̠͕̱̤̳̺̪̬͍̳͍̫͓ͥ̊ͭ̾̋̆̐̕ͅ-̶̴̡͙͕͕͇̭̥̱̯͙̟ͩͧ͑͋͆͋̈̂͐̈ͤͮ-̡͍̫͔̫̫̹̑̋̋͆ͩ͗ͤͦͤ̾ͨ̇́̅̃̚-̷̼̜̻̠̯̩̥̱̝͙̮̜͍̅ͫ̔ͭ͒̒̑̽͒̈́͝͞ͅͅ-̨͋̊͋̆̅͂͑̾̓͂̿́̇͆̊̚͏̧̱̹͖̣̹͎͙̯͙͇͞-̺̘͓̬̗̣̭̻͔̬̝̥̦̺̂ͭ̆́̑̂̃̋͋̓̚͡͞ͅ-̡̛̞̮͕̫̰̯̱̞͉͙̝̩̝̺͇̦́ͫ̃͌ͨ̂̔ͭ̒̓̇̈́̈̂ͪ͒̈́ͧ̋́͟͡ͅ-̛̓̑ͣ̄̏̅̄̆ͬ̐̆̅̽̍̚͏̻̟̥̱͙̩-̔̇̄̆͛ͥ́̀̓͋̅̇̈ͩ͆ͩ̅̑͡҉͉͚̤̖̭̝̣-͌̈́ͬ̑̿ͫͣͨͤ҉̶̧͏̰̼̠̙̰̣͙̹̬̺-̸̣̗̯͕͙̣͆̽̽̒ͮͭ̋̊̉͌ͪͦ̀ͥ̉ͧ͑͝-̒͐ͯ̋͊̓̆̆ͩ͋̾͑ͨ̃͛̅͐̎͘͡͏͔͙̦̺͓̟̖̜̩ͅ-̨̡̺̹̳̩̫͉̫̰̻̩͂̊̅̿̿̾̒̃ͯ̾ͦͮ̑ͤ̊ͧͧ͢͠ͅ-̉͌͛͋͛̆̈́̂ͯ͢͡҉̯̦̼͔̼̥-̡̛̠̟͕͖̙̜̲̞̹͉͉̙̓ͮ̄̀͗ͦͯ̒̂̿ͣ́ͬͤ̀͢-̧̫̖̠̭͉͂͒̔͒ͨͣ̅͟-̵͔̞̘̙͎͕̲͚̳̤̎̾ͫͫ͑͒ͯͩ̃̾͒̓̍͘-̓̓̑͛ͮ͡҉̼̖͍̼̬͈̖̙̗̥̹̯̳̘-̏́̀̐ͬͣͮ̉ͬ̇҉̵̧̝̰͉͕͕͞-̸̶̛̥͙̻̯͙̹̇ͧ̾ͨ̒̋̆̊ͧ̕-̧̞̗̥͍͇́̃̽͊̊ͮͨ͌̚͟ͅ-͑̀ͤ̓͑̍̚͠͠͞҉̳̲̲͚͉̙-̶̷̢̧͓̫̪̝̲͖͇̳̙̗̯͚͍̬̥̓ͬ̓̊ͅ-̡͖̫̘̞̘̪̰̝̳̥̘͇̞̋̆̆͐ͧͦ̏̒́͘ͅ-̸̷ͮͨͦ͆̒̍͊̃ͥ̌́́̄ͤ̾ͨͨ҉̢͓̰̣̞̣̜͕̙̘̝̙̲͎̯̹̮̯̹-̶̧̛̳̺̼̰̗̳͇̊̊͂̿̈́ͬͮ̌͐-̶̛̜̭̘͙͍̣͓̠͍̯͓̦̲̬ͦͮ̇̾̊͛ͬ̂͟-́̓̍̉̇̏͐̑̆ͦ̊͊̎ͯ̓҉̖̠͓̖̺̲̗̣̳̥̻̗͍̠̻̖́-̷̢̨̺̬̟̩͎̖̠͔͆͊ͩ̕̕-̻̫̺͖̬̱̣̼̺̙̲͍͚͆̔̎ͩ̀̽̀̌ͭ̚̕͟-̵͖͚̭̱͎͓͚̩̱̥̼̤̒̌ͩ̈͘͜͢-̴̶̛̭̫̳͉̞̝̞͐ͥ͐͗͗ͫͩ̑̾͗̄̕͢-̡̨̢̠̝͖͔̯̟̬̞͎̼͇̭̠̰̤̑̔ͨ̔ͩͬ͑̎ͫͦ̇ͩ͠-̷̧͉̪̱͇̮̿̔ͦ̔̅̉͐̿ͤͬ͋ͭ̿ͫ̂̀̚͢͠-̸̵̞̼̠̖̺̬͇̯͍͕̯̍ͬ̀ͧ́͡͝-̒̈́͊͆̐͒̈̈̾͐ͫ̋ͩͨ͂͒͂̚̚͏̛̦̺̱̘̘̼̪̙̼̘̭̳̗̻̪̦͘͢-̴̤͉̳͓͓ͣ̔̀́̚͜-̸̢̖̗̪̘̪͇̞̹̩̞̣̞̙͈͎̪ͦ̊̂̓̂̓̀̉̆͢͡͞-̡̡͍̦̲̫̝̹͈͙̥͍̠͚͑̑͂̈ͧ̓͐̌ͩ̒͌̽̄̒ͭ͢-̷̴̙̜̳̻̯̪̬͐̎̊̈́ͩ͌ͬ̋͒͂̈̏ͯ͌̔ͣͫ̓ͥ͜-̵̢̧̏̾̀ͪ̉̐͒̚͠҉͎̭̠̜͖̰̮̟̲̖̼̜̣-̸̷̨̰͎̳̰̭̣̼̺̘͆͐̄̍ͬ̃̈́̀ͪ͌ͯ̓ͤ̊ͬͬ̌ͣ̓̀͘-̴̸̨̝͍̠͍̘̳͕̝̗̗̝̭̞͈̦ͩ̓̑ͨͨ̈́͆̐̔́͞-̥̥͎̗̜̞̰̻̮͇̖̘̳̘̥̘̘̍̅̈́̔͑̀̕͝ͅ-̶̴̨͙̜͚͓͕͚̟͓͖͉̤̠͔̫̞ͪ͑ͧ̿͂͑ͯ͆̐͒̐̈̈́ͫ̿ͭͥ̐̍̕ͅͅ-̡̡̛̠͇͍ͦ̎͆̈́͂͟-̧ͯ̓ͧ̽ͫ̀̽ͧͫ͋͗͏̥͎̥̩̫̗̠͈̰̭̟̝̪̫-̶̦͍̹͍̽͗̓͌ͬ͛͘͘-̷̙̩͓̤ͭͪ̔̇͛͑͐ͫͤͧ̋ͨ͊̕͞-̵̢͖̲̞͔̹̱̲̪̳̠͊́ͣ̀̈́̔̾̌̇̆̂̓̉̕͠-̧̭̳͚̠͉̗̝̬̹̣̤̝̞̙̥̠̍ͨͥ̄ͮ͗ͩ̂̏͐͌͋̓ͩͬ̕͢͞͝-̵̨͉͖̰̻̰̂͋ͫͨ͋͐̃̃̉͐̋ͫͧ͒̉ͫ̇ͫ͟-̷̸̻̞͖͎̭͔͇͙̫̫̖̱̝̂̾͆̌̋͐̓̓͑͐ͮ̋͋ͯ̑͡-̷̶̡̪̪̪͖̭̩͇͔̦̦̆̀̏͐̈́ͫͭ̈̃ͫ̑ͧͭ̓̋ͮ̄ͥ-̴̴̧͎̯̯͔̰͒͒̋̐̂ͫ͆̇̊̈͐ͭ͊̈́̓̃̉̄̚͡-̴̵͚̤̩͈̳̯̪̱̭̦̩͍̻̏ͤ̓́͒̔ͭ͡͡͠-̢̆͂̑ͪͧ͗̌ͨͫͯ̏͜҉̺̞̗̥͘͡-̵͎͎̣̙͚͚ͪ͑̐ͮ͋̍ͩͦ̽̑ͫ͂̓ͪ͑̎̈̀́͠-̢̧̮͔̤̞̻͍̻̜̮͖͚̗̜̼̽̊ͨͥͦͣͪ́̀͠ͅ-̡̉̅͑́̽͐̑ͦ͊̅ͥ̀́ͩ̌͢҉̭̳̘̙̰̦́͝-̴́̇͋̚̚͏̡͇̹̤̘̖̮͡-͂̓͛̇͏̷̯̰̼̙̠͜͞͞-̓͋ͨ̅̒ͪ̊̽ͧ͟͝͏̪̯̖͘ͅ-̱͖̳̜̻̯͙̝̭ͤ̎ͫ͌ͬ͂̄ͫͯ̐͂ͧ̇͘͢͡͠-̴̶̭̱͖͚͖͕̜̮͉̖̮͕͚͐̆̉̄ͧ̄̌ͭ͘̕͞-̴̥̰̬̝͖̟̱̰̟͇̻̳͖̉ͦͯ͌̀̕͞-ͧ̑̽̇́͝͝͏̩̹̟̳͙̺̹̝̘͇̞̟̼͈̖̱-̢̛͓̖̦̪͎̬̰̦̩̼̯̖̜͎̮͇ͨͥ͊̃̇-̏ͧ̑͒̓ͯ̑҉͚̠͙̘͡-̵̛͔͙̥̤͎̟̼̬͈̟ͪ͗̒̍͆͛̆͆ͥͤ̏̆̆̓́̚͡-̸̝͇̱̹̗͇̼͇̻͍͈͔͕͉͕ͮ̂ͯ̽̂̅͌͂̉̊̐̈́̒̾̒-̢̘̲͎̖̯̫̖̼̠̱̬͔͓͗̃ͨ̇̿̓ͭͤ̇̽̆̎̃̀͜-͇̠̜͙̦͔́̅ͪͮͩ̋͂̚͢͜ͅ-̡̲̹̱͇̤̗͎̺͍̹̲͋ͥ̽͆̋̆ͩ͌͟ͅͅ-̮̲͔̹͛̓ͥ̐͗̆̓̂ͪ̉͠-ͥ̇̆͊̆͊̊̾ͯ̔̌̈͑̽̂ͦ̃͏̴̝̫͇̘͓̗̩̝͖̙̹̘̻̲̮̝̘͕̀ͅ-̢̡̛̝̲̖̮̻̲̪̲̟̮̝̬̉͋͊̆̌̚͜͜ͅ-̶̜͈̝̘̼̒ͩ̒̍ͧͦ̈̊̐̈́ͭ̉̓̑ͤ̅̊-̨̞̝̟̗̫̻̱̝̣̲̫͎̜̀̈́̂́͞
̧̯̗̠̯̼̞̫̤̘̭̖̽͐̓͒ͪ̔̋̍̆̂̒̒̑͊̀́͝

“Mic..? MIC!” Soap ran quickly to Microphone, who had collapsed on the ground, Soap felt like her body was shattering to a million pieces, but she was determined to help her dear friend.

“It’s going to be okay Mic! we can get through this!” Soap yelled. Mic felt an horrible throbbing pain within her head and chest, she tried to respond to Soap, but couldn’t catch any breath. Soap ran as fast as she could to the others, holding Mic on her head and back, suddenly, she was stopped on her tracks by an excruciating pain across her back and head, she screeched.

Mic, despite being in horrible pain, couldn’t bring herself to scream, she could only groan shakily as her body fused and melted into Soap’s back like a candle, she felt herself slipping away, she finally spoke, “It’s no use Soap….we’re don͡e f̢o͡r̸…..” there was acceptance and despair in her voice. “NO! we…have..to stay….DETE̢R̢M͜INED!͏” Soap yelled out in denial, she too felt her mind crumbling, her right hand melted into Mic’s right hand, Soap collapsed on her knees as they splattered into black sludge, using her only functional arm, Soap desperately reached out.

“̨͕͘͞ ̛͓̺̱͎̯͘H͕̗͈̤̟͚̱̺̝́E͓̰̖̲͎̜̙̜L̶̸̹͈̳P̵̹̫!̵̠̦̱̪̖̯̗̣!̵̡͈͈̹̻̟̹̼͕͟ ̡̻̼̞̻̲P̢̜̪͈̕L̤̺̦̟̺̬È͏͎͔̱A͔̯̗͓̜S̻̘̕Ẹ̻̥̬̳̮̭̮,̵̹̰͎̘̗̘͖ ̵͓̞̹͎̞̜͕ͅS̷̡̢͍̲̲O̟̖͚̬M̜̝̼̗̰͠Ḛ̵͕͕̬̰͈̦̺B̦̟̻̫͡Ó̢̞̹̭̰͈̙̥̣D͏̜̘͎̥̻̖Y̼̺̤̳̞̭̤̠̞͢ ̗͚͕͈͔̠Ḥ̰͍̪̮͘ͅE̫̝̟͖̪̠̜͓͟͞Ḷ̷̦̯̻P̶̺̟̯͙̼͖̟͓͞ ̺̻͠U҉͏͖͔̟͞ͅS̨̧͇̩͙̳̗̯̹̪̘!̨̛̰͕̭͎̹̞̻͎!̦̲̭̟̘̱̮̺͘͞ ̮̳͕̳”

“̙͖-̢̠̰͓̥̟̝͠-̫̭̥̪̪͞͠-̺̠-̥̦ͅ-̷̦͜-̴̘͍̮̱̙͞Į̶͕̫̬̲̦̻̠͙̤-̵̣̹̹́͝ͅ-͎̫̙̦-̵͔̣̟͉̣͢-̣-̻̯̪̬͠͝C̟͕̞̱A̳̹͙̱͚̯̮ͅN͏͏̬̥'͎̭̖͖̗͓͚̲̀T̶̝͖̹͍͚̜-͍̖̞̠̲̫̰͝-҉̲͚̣̞-̰̣̰̮̲̹͓̕̕-̧͖̺͈͉̬-̯͉͖̜͜͜F҉͖͓E̱͓̤͓͖E̸̵̱͙͢Ĺ̨̻͘-̶͖̥̖-̡̠̲̮̥͕̱-̧̧͙̺͇̳͔̝͘-͎͇̼͓͙̬̯͕͘-̳̥͚̺̠̼̪́̀͞ͅ-̶̠̹̲͡-̨̥̳̪͎̬̦͇̀͢-͡҉̛̙̼͇̬A͓̩̭̝̮͔N̝̫̮̭̖̺͜͠Y̢̜̘͍̭̘̦Ţ̫͖͓͖̙H̨͙͓̤̗̻̗̻͝I̸̝̱̪͖͎͈ͅN̢͕̤̺̻̕G͚̝̟̣̼̫̯̝̀̕-̡̙͕̘͞-̡́͏̹̪͍͖̩̙-̸͚̭̤̦̥͡-̢̬-̛͖̼̹-̮͓͇-҉̰̹͓-͕̻͍̭̙̤͖̬͝-͈̯̳͘-̛̣̘̺̜͚́"̶̼̝̹̤͓̠̺͠



-̢̭̳̩͓̦̞̣̖̥̪̬̭̎̈́͗͜͝͝-̶̡̨̛͎̖̹͔̯͍͎͓̗̘̃̋̀͑͆͑̽̑ͫͫ̽̑ͮ̈ͩ̿͊ͅ-̲͙̗͕̤̜̉ͧͤ̀͌̓̔̽̋̓̐̕͟͜͡-̅ͮ̾̃͗̋͗̈̉͌̾̇ͪ҉̷̗͍͎̤̫̖̱̻̩̩̞̰͓́ͅ-̢̢̪̹̤̗̰̥̯ͬͤͤ̔ͤͩ̓̏̐-̨͉̣̹̟̖̘͓̻̪͔͕̖͎̟̘̮̮̣̖̓ͤ͒̏̌̏̓ͩ͌̈̀̏̾̀̚̕͘͠-̢̛͉̦̘̥̫̖̤̺̱̮̞̀͋ͧ́̑͂ͧ̂̍͛͜-̷͔̲̠̤͇͖͎͙͙̂̑͛ͥ́̀́͡-̶̙͓̣̬͙̱͉͎͗ͧ̍̌͢͞͞-̨̬͎̣͈͙̰̩͆̔̂̓̚͘͡͠-͚̰͇̗̞̖̪̪̲̣͇̮̜͇̺͎ͮ͆ͣ͗͟͜͢-͌͂ͬͥͤͦ͏̶҉̡҉̣̬̮͙̹̞͕̤-̶̡̢͚̦͖̯͕͉̝͖̜̪̙̬̜̿͆ͨ̇̑ͮ̄̏ͥͣ̏̆ͨ̌͊͐ͭ́͜ͅ-͓̹̜̰̙̝͔͆̄͂̾ͤ͒̆͗̂͡͡-̗̹̬̯̙̙͙̆̂̓̏́͂͆̄ͮ͟͞-̡̛̙̺̥̠͕̳̟̲̙͎͙̝̊̓ͪ̒͐̅ͨͫ̊̐͌̀́̚͝ͅ-̱̳̖̞͔̹̰̬̳̟̤̟͐ͮ̓ͭ̊ͭ̀̄͂͋̋ͥ͐̏͠͝ͅ-̶̴̨̦̱̥̱̻̦͇̳̱̞͇̮̟͈̫͓̼̳͎̒̃ͯ̃̾̄͗̒ͥ͘͞-̧̽̉͆͌̽ͥ̓̋ͣͧ̈̋̑̏͂ͨ͂̀ͮ҉̵̱͚̳̫̣̰̘̗͢-̛̜͎̰̺͖ͪ̋̔͛́͢͜͡ͅ-̷̶̵̨̠͉͍͔̳̼͍̮̝͉ͪ̂́̆͑̒ͮ̓̂͐͒̿̃ͪ́͌̆ͅͅ-̵̫͇̳̟͖̟͔̱̞̜̓̊͋̈́̉ͨͩ͐ͮ̎ͮ͠͠-̴̢͔̣͍̖͙̟̫̞̠̙͑̽͛̅̍̃̇͆ͣ͛ͪͭ̓̀̀̚͝-̵̡̺͍͙̜̯̝̉͌ͦ̆ͣ̇ͪ͢͜ͅ-̧̰͇͎͉̟̯̺̼̘̤̞̺͕͙̙͖̭̣͊ͫ͌ͯ̂͊̈́ͪ̾ͫͨͪͧ̚͞ͅ-͕̙̣̝͉̺̭̜̟̜͎̱͎̤̾̆́̒ͥ̿͛ͭ̑̾ͭͦ͂̽̽ͬ̍̚͘͜͢͞-̸̞̝͓̩̦͎̟̰̟̈ͩ̈ͧ̊͛̒̈́͞ͅ-̨̜̻̟̙̲̜̦̼̒ͤͨ͆͒́͠-̡͖̼̗̝͔͇̣͖̥͒ͫ͒̔͒̋ͯ̈̉̓ͩ͊̽̑ͩ̄ͦͨ́̚̕͞-̧̪̲̯̖͗̄͊̈̈́͗ͪ̍̌ͤͮͦͭͭͭ̈́̓́-̨͛̌̎ͫ̏҉̬̤̮̝̺̝̙͉̹̰̥ͅ-̠͙̜̫͍̼̥̼̜͔̳͇͓̝̭̦̠̈́̊̿̌̍͆̂͒ͫ͑̆ͫͮ͆̉͂̄̚͜͟͠-̴̤̘͈̭̤̟̗̰͙̘̥͕͕̯͚̈͑ͯ͆ͬ͋ͭ̊̒͋ͮͮͦͭ͋́ͦ̃ͯ͠-̞̳̺͓̺̥͉̙͎̮̰͖̘̩͒͊ͣ̍ͭ̽ͤ͠-ͦͯ͋͋͗͌̑̈́̇̌͏̶̛̩̺̱̳̯͝-̴̺̮̥̣͔̭̺̣̩͍̜̻̬̹͉̞̝͇͓ͣͤ̐ͥͯ͒͊͛̑̑͐ͥ̌͞͠͠-̷̧͍̗̩̞͓̹̃ͩ͒ͩ̒ͮͥ̓̈̌ͨ͡ͅ-̲̲̣̘͈͕̠̽͌͐ͪ̓ͦ̾̀͋ͤ̋̚͜͜-̶̷̖̗̤̗͙̟͚̰̳̹͍̩̦̠͙̞̦͒ͬ͌̓͋ͧ̀̓ͯͩ̃͐̽̓ͯ͡ͅ-̨̨̫͙̞͍͉̬̹̳̼̬͉̰͎̳̄̈ͦ͛̒͑̑͢ͅ-̴̡͚̮̭͖̩̱̯̮̜̦̲̪̦̠̥̳̙͉͋̋̓̓ͪ̈͋͂͊ͤ͜ͅ-̵̶̲̞̟͈͈̯̗̲͙͔͔̩͙͙͙ͨ̉ͪ̎̽ͯͯ̽͊̈́͗͆͐̚͜͠-̛͙̼̱͙̺̞̟̺͙ͫͤ̓̀ͣͯ͆ͦͮ̀͘-̨̛̭̭̤͓̞̣̠͇͎͚̘͔̮̳̒́ͩ͌̑̒̀͘͘-̶͉̟̩̥͇̙̭͇̌̄̎͐̀̉̍̉ͭ̈ͦͧ̓̑̀͘͝-̷̛̪̮̝̣̱ͬ̑̏ͧ̄̓̓̌̉̀͋̕͜-̠͎̪̞͚̹͈͎̣́͂̿̈́ͣͩ̒̄̑͌̃̆͑ͥ̚͟͟͢-̢̛̛̼̥̻̠̝͚̹̤͓̹͖̈̈ͨ̆͌̀͑ͯ̓̓̎ͦ̾͑̄̓͒͑̕ͅ-̷̗͈̫̣̲̗ͯ̐̆̑̌͗͛ͤͦ̑ͨͦ́͘͝-̡̼̻͎̙̮̱̭̮̭͍͛̓ͩ͛̿̑͗ͮ͊͌͊̂̾̉̚̚͞-̶̡̨̈͐̽̐̃̊̑͗̈́͑̚͏̶̞̲̦͓̱̲-̸̨̜̯̘̘̹̯̩̺̤͉͍̒ͫ͂͊̎ͪ̏͛͑ͮ̋ͤ͊̂̿͢-̶͍̻̱̫̩̮͔̱͙͍̐̅͂ͯ͊̇ͥͬͮ͊͘-ͣ̎̃͐̓̅ͫ̉̔̿̃ͭ̀̀̚͏͎̩̫̗̣̜͈̟̫͠ͅ-̨̞͎̜͓͇͙̱̬͍̙̭̲̣̬̬̦̰ͦ̎ͬ̇̋̉ͪ͑̆̾ͣ̄ͫ̒̚̚͢͢-̴̶̝̼̣̥̲̣̝̒ͤ̓ͬ̎̒̈́ͫ́͠-̷ͤ̂͑ͣ͊̊̃̄ͮ͆̎͝҉̠̻̭͓͇̮̙̫̘̹̞͉͉͍̹̙̦̦̙̕͢-̢̊͆ͪͣ́̍̄͏̶̳̙͚̤͖̬̹̭̣̝͍̠̜̤͓̙͖̀͜-̢̮̻̮̹͓̫͍͚͉̭ͣ͐̄ͭͪͮ̐̍ͨ̀ͣ͆ͥ͒͝͠͡-̲̝̲̯̘͕̒ͩ̽ͨ͜͡-̛ͨ̌ͯ̉͊̿̍̚҉̷̫̫̞͈̕-̨̨̗̫̯̔ͬͦͭ͌͗͆͆̽ͤ̑̒̀͟͞͡-̸̡̜͔͙͔͎͕̘͓̬͚̮͇͓̳͖̜̳̻̙̃̊͛ͯ͌̑͗͛͛ͣ̆̂̕͜͝-̢̘̦̞͚̠ͦͭͤ̾̌̇̋̋͊̎̂͞-̑̿̀̍ͪͥ̿̚͜͏̴̡̰̪̖̰͕̟̭͓̜͍͈-̸̶̸̡̨̖͉͉͉̳̣̻̥͕̺̤̙͈̹ͣ̂̓́ͪ̒̑̏̽̃̈̑ͯ̚ͅ-ͯͤͥͭ̋ͧ̏̾̏̔ͩ̊ͨ̕͝͏̟̗͚̗͍̪̬̻̬̝͢ͅ-̢̙͓̰̱͕̥̪̥̘̙̯̺̣̘̲̹̂̂͒ͪ̕-̶̷̵̡͈̲̟̭̙̫̯͎̙̯̺̥̼̪̪̰͙̜͋͗ͫ͂ͭ͒̐̈́ͪ̀̚̚-̷̛͇͕͓̼̪̱̺̜̟̘̖̲̥͖̰̰̯̎ͥ̌͂̍̀͐ͪ́̓̈́̄͋̄ͯ͢͞-͍̩̻̮̓̉́̎̽̎̕͡-̢̺̭̠͔̦̥̞̩̙̝̫͈̹͆̓̍̈́ͪͨ̃ͯ̄̀͌̽̚͟-̶̙͇̟̜̤̫̤̘̙̯͇͍͙̱ͩͥͧ̂̂͑ͤͭ̊ͧ͝-̨̨̨͕̼͉̮̘̻̱̪̝͉̜͚̤̲̩̙̝̾̇̄̒̑̀̈ͬͨͨͭ̿̆ͫ̊̑-̛̹͉͓̩̝̯͎͇̯͖̞͍̜̯ͧ̀ͨͫ͒̌ͣ̀̅́̚͜-̡̛͎̤̝̖͕̪̻͉̈ͮͬ͂̽̂̀̕-͕̤̝̜̬͇̺͙̙̣̪͓̩̤̠͇̮ͮ̆͊̆̓̿̏̓͆̒ͯ̓ͬͯ̇ͭ̀ͧ̒́͡-ͥ̇ͥ̀ͣ̆̏ͧ̂ͫͩͥ̏͏̫̦̝͓̀ͅ-̧̨̜̥̭̤̯̥̯̤̥͍̙͗̅̆̔̍̊̏͘͠-̷͉͖̦̫̜͈̲̬̭͌̿̐̌̀ͤͪͨ͌̑-͙̫̜̪̣̠̣̱̞͇̻̮̥̻̌͑̉̎͊̑͟͡-̿̾̔͋̄̾͑ͪ̓̈͗̋ͣ̒̅ͯ̓҉̶̡̢̰̤̖͎̼̬̹͈͓-̸̶̶̢̰̗̮̰̠̣͈̩͚ͧ̀͗̎̉ͣͪ͊ͥ̀͌͋͢-̢́ͦͫ͋̄ͪ͟͏͙̬̲̱͖̲͉̦͈̫͚͈̭̹̼͢ͅͅ-̧̭̜̩̠̼̥̹̗̪͎̮̯͚͙̞̦̋́̅̇͐̿̓͊̈ͦ̃̔͗ͮ̅͠-̵̸̪̪͔͈͔̪̩̋̅̈͋ͯ̊ͬͤ͗̉͆̑̕͟͡-̴̛͔̰͔̖̤̱̳ͧ̆̌͆͐̊̂͠-̸̳̤̬͇ͣ̓̇̑ͦ͊ͤ̓ͧ͊͒ͨ͘-̴̐ͬ̾͒ͩ̃͏҉͉̳̙͉̱̤̗͍̦̮̲̦̱̣̪͕͔̻̕͝-̧̡̰͎̮̺̪̪̐ͦ͒ͬ͊̌ͭ́͘͘-̢̛̪̞̬̻̱̬̬̳̜͕̦͍̟ͦ̏̄̀-̶͇͈̹̥͉̺̲̘̘͕̼̲̪͔̲̣̈́͗͆̍̒̐͆̏̏ͣ̇̇̃́͑̄ͭ͐-͉͚̯̼̙̠͙̞̬̠͕͈̺̖̈̎̋̂̌͐̑̏͟-ͣͣͥ͌̌҉̛̹͇͚̜̯͚̙̲̟̬͉͍͖͢ͅ-̵̧̭̼̞̘̰̣͉ͪ̅̓́ͬͯ̿̂̚ͅ


Taco jumped back, she hyperventilated and was in cold sweat, she clutched her chest tightly. Taco had felt everything within the vision, the fear, the despair, the desperation, the pain.

Taco looked at the amalgam for the last time, the final result of that vision evoked a great sense of pathos with her, she shakily walked away from it, still needing to process what she had experienced, for a minute, she almost sobbed.

(wowy that was alot of fun to do, i know this aint the best but ah well this is finally done)

(reblog if you like hoof, please reblog my art tho)

(i can still hear the screams papa.)

(mom taco is under great pressure)

anonymous asked:

Okay picture this: Xiumin is stoically taking a shower like any grown adult, while in the next room Suho is listening to his favorite Red Velvet playlist at full volume. Involuntarily, he starts low-key bopping to their label-mates catchy songs, tapping his feet along to the beat. One could almost say he was... dancing. Sadly, he didn't notice the soap bar on the ground. At that exact moment, Baekhyun pushed the bathroom door open to see him slip and fall like a cat on a freshly waxed floor.

i cant fricking breathe rn why is baekhyun here why is he even in the picture i cant why was this so well written i dont undrstand im dy ign gthis is it this is the end of raviyeolie-reactions

Gentle Almond and Oatmeal Scrub

¼ cup aloe vera gel

½ tsp gentle liquid soap

2 tsp ground almonds

2 tsp ground oatmeal

Mix all together. When applying, use about a tsp at a time and add more if needed. Apply to chin, forehead and, cheeks. Then wet your fingers with water and gently work in circles around your face (avoiding eye area) for about 1 minute. Rinse off with warm water. Store in a bottle or container. For dry to normal skin that can be used 1-2 times a week.

Shelf life: 2 weeks

**my notes: this is also a nice gentle scrub for your whole body. Legs, arms, hands, etc. Especially if the “expiration” is approaching, and you find that you have a lot left.

One Girl and Two Boys - part 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader is dating Steve until he gets hit during a mission. Slowly, Reader and Bucky will get to know each other better and transform their friendship into something else.

Word Count: 1,398

Warnings: None

A/N: We all know where this is going ;) I hope you’ll have fun reading this one.

(cross-posted to Ao3)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Originally posted by lobo-de-luna

Warrior Falls, Wakanda | 6 Months after Steve’s Death

It took you and Bucky nearly five months, but you found the group of thugs who were stealing Vibranium. They hid their robbery in a cave outside Serpent Valley and tried to peddle it to foreign companies.

You were going to Birnin Zana, the capital, and finally made your way out of Serpent Valley. A sunbeam caressed your face for the first time in weeks. You turned to Bucky who was smiling at you.

You followed the track leading to the fall, the sound of running water getting closer and closer. Soon, you were standing in awe in front of the crystal lake.

“Oh God,” You gasped. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“You can blink, you know, ‘t’s not going to disappear.” Bucky said, laughing heartily.

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i was just revisiting this childhood memory and very telling glimpse into my psychological state and i have decided to share it. one time when i was like 8 and i went up north with my family. - we were staying with relatives in a cabin, and at some point we ran out of dish soap and they sent me to the place down the road to get more. this happened to be the home of a girl i had made friends with and i got really excited to hang out with her, because admittedly i didn’t really have friends at the time so i was really jazzed about this prospect.

once i got there i very politely asked her parents for a bottle of dish soap, which they gave me. then i got to taking with my friend and asked her if she wanted to go look for frogs with me and she was also very excited about that idea, so here i am thinking “great, awesome, best day of my life”. she asks her parents like “hey can i go catch frogs with the girl from up the road” and they’re like “no sorry”. and i’m like. but she wants to! she wants to catch frogs! so i tell them like “but she wants to come with me and look at the frogs!” and they’re looking at me all condescendingly being like “we know sweetie, but you can’t always get what you want” and i got so emotionally overwhelmed with both my disappointment at no longer being able to go chill with my one friend and some amphibians and also the fundamental unfairness of the concept of parenting that i just. squeezed the dish soap right into my eyes, immediately started shrieking both due to the pain of having a lot of soap in my eyes and the deep emotional hysteria i was experiencing, threw the half empty bottle of soap at the ground and ran away

AlMei Week Day 3: Aroma & Teacher

Many long days and nights were spent combing through tome after scroll after field notebook in the Palace’s expansive royal library. Candle- or lantern-light were the major sources of illumination and, along with the smell of old books, usually created Alphonse’s perfect atmosphere to study.

Although, there was a different aroma he found himself being more and more drawn to as of late. Nearly five years had passed since he was restored, and while he’d become used to the sensations of living, he still sometimes found himself inexplicably drawn to enticing scents. 

Which is why his nose was currently planted on his teacher’s head. Mei smelled wonderfully of jasmine and pear blossoms, which were no doubt a mix of her soap and their training grounds.

“Um, Alphonse?” 

His eyes snapped open, and he came eye-to-eye with Xiao-Mei. Was she… grinning at him? 

“Everything okay?” Mei added, turning her head to make eye contact. The darkness almost hid her blush, but not quite.

Alphonse jolted back, undoubtedly sporting a blush of his own.

“Yep! Everything’s fine! I was just…” He paused, deciding that the truth was better.

“You smell great.”

[Time Lapse Video]

anonymous asked:

please dont equate npd with abuse its.. gross

We are not talking about non-offending narcissists. We are talking about a very specific subset of narcissists who offend. I am not conflating the two, that is an assumption that you are projecting onto my beliefs. 

If you don’t like it, then you may feel free to leave, but you are not going to shame victims into remaining silent because you’re trying to back them into a corner where their only choices are “never talk about the abuse I suffered at the hands of a narcissist” or “be called an ableist, neurotypical bigot”. Climbing up on your faux moral high ground soap box and calling me gross to try and shame me into silence may work in your circles, but it ain’t gonna work here, my friend. If explaining why I believe that Onision is an abusive narcissist and speculating about the motives behind his actions is gross and ableist, then so be it. You may label me whatever you want to label me, but it doesn’t affect my life any.  

The choice is up to you, but you don’t get to dictate the terms under which victims respond to their abusers, and you don’t get to dictate how I choose to run this blog. 

anonymous asked:

I love all the health and beauty stuff you post so I wanted to know do you have some kind of glo up routine for 2016? I mean, I'm inspired when I see other SBs taking care of themselves and doing better. My question is what can I do to sort of polish myself and make myself better? I feel like this year is really the year for me to make changes and look my best. I wanna be ready by the time summer starts.

I wasn’t sure how to really go about replying to this so I’m gonna wing it and try to separate things into subcategories in order to answer this question as best as I can. I don’t really have a “glo up” routine or regimen but I’ll write whatever I can think of that may help. So, let’s begin–this is my unofficial glo up regimen. As a disclaimer, please allow me to mention, I generally like to stick with organic or natural based products. Some products I use in my everyday life do contain non-natural/non-organic based ingredients so if you happen to see something and that’s not natural based, it’s because well some things are simply unavoidable. I just try my best to avoid certain products as much a possible. Also, if all of this seems repetitive, some of these things have been mentioned in previous questions I’ve been asked before about my skin care routine.

Hair
Cleansing: Raw African black soap, Dr. Bronner’s Peppermint Soap, clays (bentonite, rhassoul, morrocan, green, kaolin, etc.), Medimix Ayurvedic Soap With 18 Herbs (may be drying), Chandrika Ayurvedic soap (may be drying), and various turmeric powder mixtures.

Moisturizing: Organic unrefined jojoba oil, organic unrefined coconut oil, castor oil, raw aloe vera, raw avocado oil, raw unrefined shea butter, kukui oil, henna (I don’t use the Lush brand), and babassu oil.

Skin (Face)
Cleansing/Exfoliating: Shea Moisture Organic Olive & Green Tea Body Scrub, Medimix Ayurvedic Soap With 18 Herbs, raw African black soap, Chandrika Ayurvedic soap, sugar scrubs (to exfoliate), and Dr. G Brightening Peeling Gel.

Eyes: Indie Lee Calendula Eye Balm and Kypris eye creams

Moisturizing: Kukui oil, raw unrefined shea butter, jojoba oil, borage oil, prime rose oil, JustNatural Skin Care Body Nutritive Serum, and almond oil.

Toning: Thayers Alcohol-Free Unscented Witch Hazel Toner, apple cider vinegar, rosewater, and herbal infused apple cider vinegar, and turmeric powder (to tone and rejuvenate).

Serums: Kypris (I’m in love with their whole line of products) along with Indie Lee, especially their Squalane Facial Oil. I also like some products from Renée Rouleau.

Skin (Body)
Cleansing/Exfoliating:
Dr. Bronner’s Castile Peppermint Soap, Medimix Ayurvedic Soap With 18 Herbs, raw African black soap, Chandrika Ayurvedic soap, coffee grounds, Shea Moisture Organic Olive & Green Tea Body Scrub, and Dessert Essence Tea Tree oil. I don’t use them all at once–I use each in a very specific manner. If I’m not feeling too lazy, I make my own sugar scrubs.

Moisturizing: Raw unrefined shea butter, grapeseed oil, almond oil, vitamin E oil, jojoba oil, castor oil.

Miscellaneous Body Care
Nars Body Glow, Elemental Herbology Botanical Body Repair Limited Edition Gold Shimmer Body Oil, Nuxe Huile Prodigieuse Or, and St. Tropez tanning products (I use the St. Tropez Self Tan Dark Bronzing Lotion).

And to the anon who asked me previously about hyperpigmentation, I would suggest trying products such as Alpha-H Liquid Gold with Glycolic Acid and Dr. G Brightening Peeling Gel. And perhaps even the Indie Lee Clear Complexion Kit.

Miscellaneous Face Care
And last but not least, I use skin towelettes to wipe my face. I usually try to steer clear of towelettes but the few I use are: Nature’s Nutraceuticals Sensitive Skin Towelettes (not necessarily to remove makeup but it comes in handy–I use them for various things). To remove makeup prior to a facial cleansing, I use WaterWipes (I should mention, since this wipe is natural based and has no preservatives, it can can be prone to mold build up if not used up in a significant amount of time (the entire package I mean) the wipes can go bad, Nature’s Nutraceuticals Sensitive Skin Towelettes, Lusa Organics Baby Wipe Juice, Jackson Reece Herbal and Biodegradable Wipes (you really have to search for these in stores 😩), and Honest Company Baby Wipes. When I don’t use these wipes or concoctions, I use a cotton swap and witch hazel and/or jojoba oil. Please note that with the exception of Nature’s Nutraceuticals Sensitive Skin Towelettes, all the other wipes mentioned are baby wipes.

Also, as I mentioned before I’ve been asked questions in the past. One other beauty treatment that I do from time to time, are clay masks but I also do an activated charcoal mask as well.

I don’t know if this helps but perhaps you can build from there. Happy glo up! ✨✨✨

anonymous asked:

Let's play a game called keep Jared awake until 3 am thinking about these questions - Which came first, the fruit orange or the color? -We know that glasses are boneless contacts, but are sunglasses boneless colored contacts? -If you drop soap on the ground, is the soap dirty or is the floor clean? - Who put the alphabet in alphabetical order? - Is it called sand because it's between sea and land? - If you crash into a car on purpose, is it still considered an accident ~ Alex. The asshole ^‿^

“FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK-Fine. Let’s do this. Okay, so the fruit had the name first since it was the earliest use of the word orange and it was adapted from Arabic or something. Sunglasses being boneless colored contacts? Let’s just go with absolutely. Have you ever dropped soap on the floor before? That shit ends up so dirty, but I’ll spare you the details this time around. The answer is me. I put the alphabet in alphabetical order (I’ll leave a link explaining how and I promise no clickbait).  The word sand is thought to have originated from an Old English word, which itself originated from the old Dutch word sant, which became zand (meaning, you guessed it, sand). Last, but not least, I’m pretty sure that is attempted murder and I didn’t even need to Google that, LOL! With that, I’ll take a bow and show myself the door.”

I put the alphabet in alphabetical order

anonymous asked:

Hey Envy, if you drop soap on the ground do you get the soap dirty or do you clean the floor?

u get the soap dirty and get the floor unnecessarily slippery

If it’s not time for a glass of cold Reisling, please look the other way.

I got up and cut 2 batches of soap and ground down a large pot full of old soap to cook down into laundry detergent.

Then I left and drove to NW Chattanooga to get my friend Lynn’s kids and take them to music lessons. Then I went to Home Depot for a piece of shelving to use as a drying rack for my soaps, because I’m tired of having to stick them here and there everywhere in the shelves wherever they fit.

Went to Dollar tree and Walmart to get more water and bread, cheese, crackers. Things that can be eaten without the stupid electric stove if the storm knocks our power out, since they’re prediction is category 3 winds and 3" of sudden rain for us, even though we’re in NW Georgia.

I got home at 4, tired of traffic and crowds and traffic. I put away all the provisions and put up the shelf. I put 4 batches of new, cut bars of soap on it to dry.

I cleaned the kitchen and washed all the dishes and cleaned the stove. I took out trash, fed chickens & the dog, and did a load of laundry, which I hung around the porch.

The ex is bringing the kids home in a couple hours. Until then, I’m gonna sit on my ass in the blessed silence of my comfy house, sipping a bottle glass of wine and knitting.