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🎀 Master list of sweet sorority photo poses! 🎀

Sorority sisters love to take photos and sorority sugar loves these CUTE poses!


The Faux Conversation:

The Glitter Flurry:

The Elbow Clutch:

The Scenic Landmark:

The Circle:

The Legs In The Air Don’t Care:

The Sand in Our Toes:

The Flag Unfurled:

The Happy Hands:

The Straight Arm:

The Boot Scoot:

The Square: 

The Chalkboard Crush:

The Wall Sit:

The Timeless Squat:

The Shirt Showoff: 

The Arm In Arm:

The Tummy Tuck:

The Perfect Pair:

The One Leg Lift:

The Air Born:

The Just Hangin’ Around: 

The Sorority Sign:

The Blowing Bubbles:

The Pyramid: 

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💘  Sisterhood Valentine’s Day Scratch Off Cards 💘 

These adorable DIY Valentine Scratch Off Tickets would be terrific for big/littles, new members, or your favorite greek guy! Tailor the rewards to your recipient. 

Materials Needed: 

  1. Heavy paper
  2. White crayon
  3. Acrylic paint
  4. Liquid dishwashing soap

Create your Card:

  • Print your design on card stock.
  • Write 3 “gifts” inside the hearts.
  • Cover the words inside each heart heavily with white crayon.
  • Mix 2 parts acrylic paint with 1 part dish soap. For example, to make several cards, use 2 tsp. paint & 1 tsp. soap. A little goes a long way. 
  • Paint over the handwritten hearts.
  • Allow to dry and give to your sweetest Valentines. 

This idea would be fun for other sisterhood events too, not just for Valentine’s Day. Try it for big/little clue week, reveal, retreats, sisterhood socials, etc!

Lumberjack Fantasies Alt. End 1 "Embrace"

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3      

            You meet up with your fellow frat members and discover that they’ve all experienced much the same treatment Hunter gave you. At least one of them, a stout little football player, is nearly spherical with his unborn lumberjack child still, but everyone else seems normal. A little shaken, a little unnerved or disturbed but in good condition otherwise. The general consensus seems to be “let us never speak of this thing again.”

            But as a send off, the raucous group of jacks has prepared a banquet with all the food you could ever want and an all-you-can-drink smorgasbord of alcoholic beverages. And like Hunter’s wine, it’s all handcrafted right there in the woods. Part of you worries that you’re all about to get fucked and impregnated again, once the jacks have got you nicely boozed up. But they don’t. It’s just a happy celebration of life. A mass birthday party if you will.

            As Hunter said earlier, his fellow jacks shower him with praises for the simple fact that Chase grew to be bigger than his father. He wasn’t kidding; the other lumberjacks act like they’re seeing him in a whole new light. He makes sure you receive ample credit as well.

            That last pregnant frat member gives birth, right there in the clearing, in the arms of the gigantic lumberjack who knocked him up. You’re too drunk to pay attention to the details, but by the time the “adult” lumberjacks send the newest additions into the woods to start their own lives, that last little boy has already grown to be the size of your average teen. The hours pass you by quickly and the moon is high above the clearing when Hunter and a couple of the other jacks gather up you and your frat bros and lead you away.

            You’re back at your campsite before you know it. You wonder if you didn’t fall asleep at some point and were carried. There’s double the amount of frat brothers than jacks, but if they’re all as strong as Hunter…

            Your tent is exactly as you left it, and it’s not the only tent still erect. Even the other frat brother’s tents are still standing, untouched.

            And so is yours.

            Hunter makes an effort to cover his, smiling sheepishly under the moon. “So. Guess this is goodbye?”

            You hold a hand out to shake. You don’t resist when he pulls you in and squishes you in his slender arms, because you were expecting it. He hugs you for a few seconds, grunting happily and lifting you up. Your back cracks and that feels ok. He makes no effort to stop himself from grinding against you as he sets you back on your feet.

            He’s just a little guy. Full of love and happiness and life. So full, you consider, that it all sometimes overflows and bursts out of him in the form of his burly, hairy alter-ego.

            After the bonfire and the celebration of the new jacks, you and the rest of the frat are all in no condition to drive, though some of them attempt it anyway and you’ll worry about their safety in the morning. You elect to stay in your little tent.

            And biting your lip in slight apprehension, you hold the flap open for him to join you.

            With a tiny high-pitched yelp like an excited puppy, Hunter scrambles in after you, tackling you on your thick sleeping bag. You wrestle out of his grip and turn to him. “Just for tonight, ok? Cuz, uh. I’m just, y’know, gonna sleep this off and go home in the morning.”

            “Sure!” Hunter looks around your tent. “Uh. Where do I sleep?”

            You both look at your sleeping bag. It’s a big, expensive, weighted model made for survival, with a built-in pillow, soft woolen insulation and a heat-encasing insulation.

            Hunter smirks at you.

            You sigh and unzip it and toss your shirt and jeans in the corner of the tent. It’s gonna be warm in that bag even if all you do is share it with him.

            You’d never do this with another dude. Not a friend, not a best friend, not a frat brother… unless, like the alternative was freezing to death. Maybe then.

            So… maybe Hunter’s special. Or maybe it’s like he said, maybe his presence is just slightly irresistible.

            He slides in next to you. His skin is so soft and smooth. You almost, if you close your eyes, can imagine you’re cuddled up next to a nice little sorority girl. With no boobs. And a bit more muscle than usual.

            And who smells slightly of pine and cedar and campfire and maple and sweat and the tiniest hint of musky cum.

            The bag’s nice and snug around you both, and you’re too tired and boozy to stay awake very long. Before you fall asleep, you vaguely register the sensation of one of Hunter’s strong hands gently sliding up your ribcage and rubbing your abdomen.

            That’s definitely one of his fingers slipping inside your bellybutton and rolling around.


            You blink awake in the early morning before the sun rises. You’re on your side, and Hunter must have decided to spoon you because you can feel both of his arms wrapped around your body. He may still be sleeping but you can hear a few soft grunts under his breath, and intermittently he squeezes you slightly, like he doesn’t want you to go.

            His breath smells like syrup and juicy spit-roasted meat, and woodsy booze.

            He nuzzles the back of your neck and head. He takes a breath with his nose in your hair. He’s definitely awake. But maybe he doesn’t know… you’re awake?

            So you’ll pretend to be asleep. And maybe he’ll climb out, and leave, and you won’t have to face him once more, won’t have to say good-bye, because you’re just not sure if you can do that. He’s so nice, and he likes you so much and he makes you feel so loved and wanted and why would you want to go back to fucking college where you’ve got to do WORK all the time??

            Useless, worthless bullshit! Calculus! Microbiology! Nothing that will help you in your life. Requirements to pass, but utterly meaningless to you beyond that.

            Nothing that Hunter needs to know in his life either… he doesn’t think about mitochondria when he’s carving furniture. Doesn’t think about 17th century philosophers when he’s building and working. No equations. No proofs. No chemistry.

            Just tough, rugged, manly work and the glory of thriving alongside nature itself.

            He must feel your tension, because he moans in sympathy and his hands roam your chest and belly and he mumbles “havin’ a bad dream.”

            And you realize he’s naked. Because… his dick slides up your back as he squeezes you close. “…wanna breed you again…” he whispers, so quiet you almost aren’t even sure that’s what he said.

            But you know that’s probably what he said.

            “Don’t get horny,” Hunter whispers to himself. “C’mon. Don’t get horny. Don’t get horny. Don’t transform. Don’t get big. Don’t get horny. Don’t get big. Don’t grow… ohh…” he moans, pained, and clenches up around you.

            You wince. You know what’s coming.

            Him. The big. The beefy. The beastly.

            The bulging and the blooming and the bloating…

            “Rrrrr,” Hunter growls in his throat. You feel his frustrated growl vibrate from his belly, against your back. “I… can’t…”

            You feel his arms grow bigger around you. You feel his biceps on yours, puffing up with power. His flat boyish chest bulges forth with beefy pecs. His increasing musculature grows around you, encasing you.

            “N–… nooo…” Hunter whines. “I didn’t…”

            And you pretend to be asleep.

            Because what’s the point? He’s got you now. You can’t get away! Even if you tried. You’re already in his clutches. You’re feeling his pecs pushing you forward into his arms, which are pulling you back, compressing you in a tight cocoon of muscles.

            Maybe this is what he intended.

            “No… nooo… not while he’s asleep, c’mon!” Hunter berates himself, grunting and grumbling against his own growth. His face is next to yours. You can feel his smooth skin becoming bristly against your cheek, neck and shoulders. His beard comes in thick and gets thicker.

            Just like the rest of him. His slippery shaft slathering slime on your spine is swelling to the size of your spine.

            You shift and whimper as you pretend to wake up, feeling that broad blunt tip dragging down your back to your waistband. “… wha…”

            “I’m sorry. Little. Buddy.” Hunter growls at himself. Feeling him transform around you is the most terrifying yet awe-inspiring feeling, his featherweight build exploding all over with brawn, arm by arm, muscle by muscle, his legs growing longer than yours and bigger and locking around you like a vise.

            You shiver and squirm. “…Hunter… Hunter??!”

            “Sorry! Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry… I tried…” he snarls. “I tried. To stop. I couldn’t…” his chest presses against you and scrubs your shoulder blades with his rapidly thickening bush of hair. One of his hands slides down your ribs and tugs your boxers away, lower, revealing your ass.

            “I’m sorry…”

            “I thought… you were gonna let me go home?”

            “I was gonna!” Hunter chokes out. He sounds like he wants to cry. His voice booms, bold and bassy, right in your ear, deeper with every word. “I’ve… I can’t… I gotta knock you up again!”

            You thrash, if only for ceremony. “Dude no what the fuck!”

            “I’m SORRY!!!” Hunter cries out. He plunges inside you and you yelp and your body spasms. He’s slippery and so is the inside of your sleeping bag where he’s been oozing copious gobbets of precum everywhere. He slides to hilt; you swear he’s poking your navel from the inside out…

            How did you do that? He didn’t have to wriggle inside… he didn’t take it slow at all, he shoved straight in without stopping and you…

            You let him.

            “I’ll… I’ll take care of you… again…” Hunter murmurs, but his usual joy and mischief isn’t in his voice. Only shame and regret. “I’m so sorry lil buddy…”

            “Can’t you just! Pull! Out!” you holler in rhythm as his thrusts begin. He’s scrambling your insides. He has to be.

            “Just. Gotta. Get it. Over. With.”

            It’s hard to breathe. He’s squeezing the breath out of you. His arms are so huge. You feel so tiny. The sleeping bag has no room left inside it at all, every last inch of space taken up by your body or his. You’re compressed by his muscles and his cock and the tight fabric all around.

            “We’ll go… see Chase…” Hunter says. “Tell him. He’s gonna have… a new brother…”

            “Hunter please,” you say in quiet defeat.

            “You’re so good,” he gasps, his beard tickling your ear. “So good. Good for babies.”

            “I’m a MAN, HUNTER,” you try to twist back and snap at him. There’s no denying or ignoring the truth of that statement.

            No matter how good it feels. He’s slamming into your fucking stupid gay spot with each thrust and you start cumming on the inside of your sleeping bag. And then you go limp. Your abdomen flexes in anticipation of the incoming load it’s about to be injected with.

            “I know. I know. Little buddy.” Hunter’s great big hands slide down your belly and rub in circles and then his cum arrives on the scene like a tsunami.

            You gasp and choke and grunt and jerk in his hands, in his powerful arms. He clamps down tight to hold you still, to ensure maximum impregnation.

            “Ooooooo…” you can’t help it. You can’t stop your mouth, your throat. The pleasured, submissive moan erupts with all the force of Hunter’s ejaculation. Each pulse makes your feet twitch, your fingers flex and curl in; your belly is thrusting out bigger and bigger, and the sleeping bag gets tighter by the second.

            Your mind is breaking, you’re sure of it. These past few days have surely driven you crazy. Because you’re recalling the nightmare, only it’s not a nightmare anymore. It’s a fantasy. A rather… erotic fantasy.

            The bigger you feel your belly getting, the more erotic it seems. You’ve never known a man alive who could pump out so much jizz… maybe…

            You could just be Hunter’s… mate?

            His breeder.

            His cumdump.

            And whenever he’s horny, or wants to make another baby, he could come and fill you. Make your belly nice and bloated and happy and round. Fuck a big fat healthy lumberjack baby into you, like Chase, and then that baby will come out and grow into another nice big strapping lumberjack boy… like Chase…

            You could fill the forest with your SONS.

You’d never have to pay bills. No more taxes. Do the lumberjacks pay taxes? They certainly don’t live in luxury, but they also don’t seem to have many living expenses, period. And Hunter’s SO manly. He’s a provider. He’s tough and strong and knows how to survive and thrive in the wilderness, living off the land…

            Really, it’s a whole community of survivalists to live with.  

            And it doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

            You think about your family and your college courses and your friends and shake your head, but your belly is still bloating with fat blobs of cum blasting rapid-fire from Hunter’s impaling member. He’s grunting and huffing against your neck. His hands are on your gut to feel you grow, his fingers splayed on your skin.

            “So big,” he moans.

            “Biiiigggg…” you murmur in reply.

            Why do you feel like this?

            Your mouth is half open in a dazed smile. Your eyes are rolling. Every time you feel his thick muscles twitching and flexing against your body, your dick bounces and tries to squeeze out another droplet. So BIG…

            You could just be pregnant. All the time. No one would care here. Hunter would love you all the more for it. He’d keep you well fed, warm, cared for, and pregnant.

            You actually let out a sheepish little giggle of your own as you imagine yourself round, plump, hefty from years of taking in gallons of cum and birthing countless sons… your fellow frat brothers are probably all going to get fat after college anyway, and some of them are already getting a headstart on their middle-aged burnout potbelly, so why not beat them to the punch by doing something useful with your own?

            Passing the days in ease. Nobody telling you what to do. Hunter tending to you, living in leisure, letting him nail that spot, draining your own cum… and filling you with seed so potent and manly that despite you not having a womb or ovaries or fallopian tubes or a VAGINA to catch it… you still swell with a baby. A rapidly growing baby… you could populate the forest and turn it into a town, a city…

            You’re surely going crazy. Your mind is almost blank with pleasure and thoughts of starting a… a tribe. A civilization… a nation of lumberjacks… all bred by a mighty patriarch…

            You come back down to earth whining and whimpering, your belly having engorged and distended with heavy cream, boiling and bubbling as the baby attempts to form. Hunter snuggles against you, slowly shrinking down again. “Ohhhh lil buddy I’m so sorry,” he says, and his voice is getting bright and boyish again. “I didn’t mean to but…”

            “I wanted you to,” you admit, mostly to yourself.

            “… what?” The shock in his normally cheerful voice startles you.

            “I… I was thinking about it and uh. I… I wanted to feel it again.” You bury your face sideways into the sleeping bag’s pillow. Thankfully as he shrinks, there’s a little more room to maneuver, especially once he slides out of you.

            You roll over. Your belly makes a very audible sloshing noise, shifting heavily like the bloated sack of seed it’s become.

            Hunter’s staring at you in awe. His shoulders and neck are slimming down, his jawline smoothing in shape and skin. He opens his mouth as his beard disappears. Out of curiosity, you place your hand on his cheek to feel the skin losing its stubble and smoothing over. Like shaving, but so much more thorough and stress-free.

            “You… wanted me to.”

            You close your eyes. “… I liked it. I, uh. I fuckin’ liked it. I wanted to try it again.”

            There is a radiant light of hope and joy that ignites in his eyes, and his smile returns in full force. “You… you liked it. You like, uh. Bein’ pregnant?”

            Slowly you clench your eyes shut, and then nod exactly once. “I. Uh. I think I do. At least. With you. You were nice. You didn’t like… uh. I mean. You made it… enjoyable. At least, you tried. And… yeah. I…”

            Hunter pulls you close. He buries his face in your neck and laughs. “I… don’t know what to say, I just… you wanna have babies?? Really? Haha! Really! I…” he slowly grinds his semi-solid shaft against your stuffed belly and giggles. “Heh. I told you already… most people don’t, well most WOMEN don’t wanna bother with us beyond one time… and most men are so angry or humiliated or disturbed…” he actually reaches up and wipes a tear out of his eye. “They think we’re disgusting. And I try so hard not to be. And you… wanna have more. With me!”

            “Is that uncommon?” you whisper.

            “No, but.” Hunter squeezes you tight. The pressure of his flat, solid abdominals against your bulging belly feels soothing. “No. But uh. Uhh… it’s just, the other guys might get jealous. But maybe some of your friends will wanna stay, too?”

            “Uh. I’m not sure if I wanna stay, like, forever,” you say, trying to bring your fantasies to reality again. “But, maybe a few more days, and uh, you can help me get this one out… give Chase a little brother…” You pat your own gut. “And uh, maybe after, I mean I’ve got to get back to my life, but… I can come visit you sometimes?”

            “You can come visit me WHENEVER YOU WANT!” Hunter says loudly and grinds his shaft upwards; you feel some cum ooze into your navel. “I’ll… I’ll fuck the FUCK outta you. I’ll fuckin’ impregnate you over and over again…”

            “Careful there, uh, ‘buddy,’” you chuckle, “Don’t get all excited… I don’t wanna have twins in here…”

            “Don’t worry, I won’t transform again,” Hunter says. He smiles up at you. “I got you pregnant for sure. There’s no need, uh… how to put it. I’m ‘satisfied,’ if you catch my drift.”

            “You’re like an animal,” you shake your head, smiling back at him.

            “Yeah, a fuckin’ BEAST!” He growls as deep as his teenage-boy voice will let him and puffs his chest out against yours.


            Your classes don’t start until the fall. You can afford to stay a few days longer. You can afford to visit. It’ll all work out. You’ll just have to try to avoid getting pregnant when your classes start back up. No way do you want to be sitting in a lecture desk and have your husky lumberjack baby start transforming inside you…

            You pack up your campsite and tent… mostly with Hunter’s help, as you’re still sodden and swollen with a very heavy load in your poor tight belly. You’ve been sloshy with liquid before—you are a frat boy, after all—but this is ridiculous. Hunter turned you into a walking cum-balloon this time! You can barely bend over with such a big belly in the way; you’re reminded of that one night when the frat bought a massive stack of pizzas and two of them found their way down your throat and put you to sleep for twelve hours.

            You’re so bloated that you don’t even bother putting a shirt on, not that you’ve got any shirts that would fit. And your bros are all gone. Thankfully.

            He helps you get your belongings and camping gear in your car. You sigh as you stare at your driver’s seat—there is no way you’d be able to squeeze that belly in there and still be able to turn the wheel.

            Hunter hefts you like a bride and carries you off into the woods. Back to his homestead.






            You spend the next couple of days much the same as the first two, but this time you don’t squash the fantasy. You indulge it.

            You pretend like you’ve already agreed and

            Hunter pretends like this

            is the first of many times he’s going to

            crack your legs open


            stuff you

            like a turkey.

            And when the new baby lumberjack comes out he names himself Logan, and rapidly grows into a big strong boy like his older brother. He smirks when he hits his final growth spurt and suddenly he’s staring down at not just Hunter, but you as well; hell he’s actually got a fair amount of bulk like he’s partially transformed! and with a scream of self-esteem Hunter literally swells with pride, transforming and striking a copse of trees down as easily as a farmer harvests wheat, as if to show his new boy the meaning of life.

            You head back to your old life soon after, but you stop thinking of it as your “old life” quickly enough. It’s just your “normal” life.

            And then there’s your “secret” life, with a lot less technology, a lot more syrup, and a lot less inhibitions. 

AN: hello fellow pervs :3 this is one of TWO(2) “non-canon” alternate endings I wrote for Lumberjack Fantasies… well I suppose whichever one you prefer to read the most would end up being canon for you haha thanks for reading the next one will be submitted shortly for your bepleasurement 

⚡ Magical Harry Potter quotes for sorority tees & crafts! ⚡

Harry Potter sayings are perfect for bid day tee shirts, banners, paddles, canvases and more! Pick your favorite quote and add some Hogwarts magic to your sorority events and crafts. All quotes are written by J.K. Rowling, or inspired by her books.

⚡  Magical Harry Potter Quotes for Sorority Life: ⚡

  • Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
  • Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
  • In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
  • It is our choices that show what we truly are.
  • Mischief managed.
  • I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
  • You’re a ____ Harry. (insert sorority name)
  • Don’t let the Muggles get you down.
  • Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • I would’ve gone to Hogwarts, but they didn’t have _____. (insert sorority name)
  • You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • Until the very end.
  • Happiness can be found… if one remembers to turn on the light. 
  • Always.
  • I love magic.
  • If you have to ask, you will never know.
  • Till the very end.
  • Just a Wizard girl living in a Muggle world.
  • Hogwarts & _____ will always be there to welcome you home. 
  • Recruit like you’ve been picked for the Triwizard Tournament. 
  • What would Hermione do?
  • We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need within ourselves already.
  • Study like a Granger, Eat like a Weasley, Live like a Potter.
  • My Patronus is _____. (insert sorority name)
  • We accept the love we think we deserve. 
💕 Cute mason jar gift ideas for new members or big/little! 💕

I LOVE mason jars and I love gifts in mason jars! These are some fun DIY treats to share with your favorite sisters. Attach a clever themed card to your jar for an extra special touch. xoxo ;) 


  • Cookie ingredients
  • Candy
  • Cocktail mix ingredients
  • Manicure or pedicure set
  • Hot cocoa mix
  • Homemade sugar scrub
  • Sewing kit 
  • Ice skating day or other activity theme
  • Cupcake in a jar
  • Coffee or tea time
  • Crafting kit
  • S'mores kit
  • Apple & caramel dip
  • Popcorn movie night kit
  • Pasta & sauce kit
  • Bubble gum
  • Moose Munch
  • Bubble bath cubes or bath salts 
  • Chocolate dipped pretzels 
  • Mini cookies
  • Facial kit
  • Recruitment survival kit
  • Dorm DIY necessities
  • Outdoors survival kit
  • Trail mix, Chex mix or nuts
  • School/Finals supplies
  • Small soaps
  • Marshmallows
  • Summer in a jar 
  • Mini baking kit
  • Good morning cereal and dried fruit
  • Hair care kit
  • Ice cream sundae toppings 
  • Salad in a jar
  • Pancake mix
  • Collection of Compliments or Inspirations on slips of paper!

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The "Open When..." Letters Big/Little Edition

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If you haven’t heard of the “Open when…” letters, you probably have an idea of what they are now by the picture above. To explain in more detail, the “Open When…” letters are simply love letters that you write and give to someone special all at once and they open the letters when they feel they meet one of the requirements. This is common in LDRs (long distant relationships) but I think this can fit into Big/Little relationships in a variety of ways: a big who is graduating can give this to their little at pass downs, great gift for during big/little week, or even as a spontaneous gift. It doesn’t have to be just between big and little either, it’s a great gift idea for any sister you have a close relationship with: twins, g-big, PSBF, etc! SO here is my list of “Open when…” ideas, the sorority edition

Open When…

  1. … You first receive these letters (NOW)
  2. …  you miss me a little
  3. …  you miss me a lot
  4. … we haven’t spoken in a while
  5. …  you feel like giving up
  6. …  you need a hug
  7. …  you feel like crying
  8. …  you are crying
  9. …  you’re having a bad day
  10. …  you’re stressed out
  11. …  you need to know why I love you
  12. …  you need some motivation
  13. …  you feel out of place
  14. … you want to know more about me
  15. … you can’t sleep
  16. … we argue and it’s my fault
  17. … we argue and it’s you’re fault
  18. … I’m being moody, stubborn, or all of the above
  19. … you’re sick
  20. … you want to buy me a gift but don’t know what to get
  21. … you’re grumpy
  22. … you’re nervous
  23. … it’s finals week
  24. … I graduate
  25. … you graduate
  26. … you need to laugh
  27. … you need a walk down memory lane
  28. … you need to rant
  29. … you’re feeling silly
  30. … it’s raining out
  31. … it’s sunny
  32. … you don’t feel appreciated
  33. … when you don’t want to study
  34. … when you want to talk to me but I’m busy
  35. … you want to know a secret
  36. … you feel like breaking the rules
  37. … you feel like crafting
  38. … you take a little
  39. … your little takes a little
  40. … if you get a twin
  41. … if you don’t get a twin
  42. … you want to be alone
  43. … you’re mad at me
  44. … you need a new TV show to watch
  45. … it’s your birthday
  46. … it’s christmas
  47. … you are bored
  48. … you turn 21
  49. … whenever you want
  50. … you’re feeling lucky
  51. … you’re about to make my paddle
  52. … you’re about to make our matching letters
  53. … you’re snowed in
  54. … you’re broke
  55. … you want to know the moment I wanted you to be my Little
  56. … you are coming to see me
  57. … it’s that time of the month
  58. … you’re going to a party
  59. … you’re the DD
  60. … we’ve had a ritual
  61. … we’ve had a mixer
  62. … you’ve been on the other side of recruitment
  63. … you take a position within the sorority (or Panhellenic) 
  64. … it’s Greek Week
  65. … it’s your big reveal anniversary
  66. … on the first day of recruitment
  67. … It’s Bid Day!!
  68. … On November 4th (Founder’s Day)
  69. … It’s time for the annual exam
  70. … Pandora sucks!/You feel like dancing

These are just some ideas! Be sure to get creative not only with the content but with they way you package the letters! Make the topics personal! I just started working on these for my little so I can give them to her when we get back from summer break. Comment below some other “Open when..” topics you can think of so others can see & feel free to ask me about what I’m going to put in my letters if you need some inspiration! 

Luhan scenario - Lion or lamb?

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Not requested

Genre: angst, smut, sorority/fraternity feuds

Summary: The leader, the alpha, the king of his pack. No one ever stands up to him, unless someone gives him reason to kneel.

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Summary: The reader is an Avenger with the ability to communicate with animals (telepathically) and has a huge crush on Loki. Loki always says supposedly patronizing things to the reader and he asks his brother and her close friend, Thor, why she hates him. She doesn’t hate him but he doesn’t know that.

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Reader, Loki, Thor, Kuno(python), Niko(ferret), Jax(wolf), Ukko(fox)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, bad communication, low self-esteem, fear of snakes, implied smut (like literally all of the build up and references but no actual smut)

Word Count: 2,188 (holy shit that was way longer than I expected)

A/N: First time I’m writing Marvel but I’ve been obsessed with it for years (I even have the Marvel encyclopedia) so I’m not as worried about this as the other new fandoms I’m writing for. Still, it might not be too good. Italics are animals speaking or the reader speaking to animals.

*Quick translation: Nata means daughter, it’s what Ukko refers to the Reader as. Soror means sister, it’s what Kuno refers to the Reader as. Parva Soror means little sister and it’s what the Reader sometimes refers to Niko as. 


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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Reader’s POV 

     “Hey, (Y/N).” You glanced up from your feet, where one of your animal companions, a wolf pup named Jax, was drifting off to sleep.

     “Hey Loki, what’s up?” You looked back down at Jax to see him glance up when he heard your heart beat speed up, having known you long enough to know that that meant Loki was around.

     When are you going to tell him? He probably likes you too. 

     I highly doubt that, Jax. I mean, have you met me, or better yet, have you seen me?

     Exactly, (Y/N/N). You’re one of the most kind and beautiful humans I know. He would be dumb and blind to not return your feelings.

     “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” You looked back at Loki, unaware that he had been speaking while you and Jax were talking.

     “Sorry, I was talking to Jax.” His face perked up at that. He had always found it interesting how you communicated with animals.

     “What about?” You blushed, trying to avoid looking at Jax.

     “Nothing important.” You could literally feel the eye roll Jax was doing. “Anyways, what did you come to talk to me about? I’m assuming you didn’t come just because you enjoy my company.” He shook his head, as if trying to chase out a thought.

     “I was going to say that I don’t think you should go on this mission with us (Y/N).” You narrowed your eyes at Loki, angered that he would think you weren’t strong enough.

     “I’m just as capable as the rest of you,” you gritted your words out from between your teeth. He had the nerve to look exhausted, as if you were the one being annoying.

     “I wasn’t saying that, I was just saying that you could easily get hurt and-” You cut him off, your eyes glowing the dangerous yellow that broke through when you were too angry, you’re anger seeping through the borders between the human side of you, and the animal side.

     “Just because I’m no Asgardian God, doesn’t mean I’m weak Loki.” You spat his name out before storming out of the room, trying to hold back the tears coming. It hurt knowing that the man you were in love with thought you were weak.

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‘Focus’ (2015) Sentence Starter Pack
  • “Will you be my boyfriend? Just for a minute.”
  • “You’re not a serial killer, are you?”
  • “That depends, how many times does it take to get to ‘serial’?”
  • “The more you drink, the more you learn.”
  • “In that case, I am the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.”
  • “You know, it may be the roofies talking, but this was really fun.”
  • “If you had any idea what I was about to do to her… she was gonna be no good to you after that.”
  • “What kinda stuff we talking about?”
  • “Saudi bachelor party shit. R. Kelly drop cloth shit.”
  • “Die with the lie.”
  • “Then why’d you come up here if you’re so smart?”
  • “Professional curiosity. And I like boobs, figured it was a win-win.”
  • “He was so shithouse you could have taken his appendix.”
  • “You really should be more aware.”
  • “It’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now.”
  • “Attention is like a spotlight and our job is to dance in the darkness.”
  • “Human behavior is very predictable.”
  • “You get their focus, you take whatever you want.”
  • “'Father’ is a very generous term.”
  • “Can we skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe that there’s some Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
  • “There’s no Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
  • “No thinly veiled allure? No baby voice? No lingering eye contact? That’s all my favorite shit.”
  • “Does it feel sexy on your face?”
  • “No one looks at your hands when you got that working for you.”
  • “Congratulations, you’re a criminal!”
  • “And if you think for one second that I’m gonna let your mother talk to me like that, you’re fucking crazy! I’m a grown-ass man!”
  • “He uh, financed his own line of gravy.”
  • “You hittin’ that? You should hit that. I’d totally hit that.”
  • “Who was the cop with the wandering hands?”
  • “Who hits on a grieving widow?”
  • “I think we should start with oral. Just sayin’.”
  • “Stay juicy.”
  • “I’ve been in this for a really, really long time and I’ve never seen anything like you.”
  • “I was actually talking about the sex.”
  • “Oh please, there’s a thousand hoes, baby.”
  • “You’re just layin’ there. I’m like, come on, is this thing on?”
  • “There’s two kinds of people in this world. There’s hammers and there’s nails.”
  • “Is this a bad time to mention I don’t really like football.”
  • “I know my drunks.”
  • “I know my lechers too!”
  • “It’s just an expression, hard to explain. Rough translation: 'I’m fucked’.”
  • “She sounds like my wife.”
  • “It’s crazy, I know, but it will be his fault, not yours.”
  • “You have got some big fucking balls.”
  • “Kill me later.”
  • “I’m the blind mouse? You’re such an asshole!”
  • “Now, just what part of the plan calls for trays of Appletinis? Pledging a sorority?”
  • “A little small on top for my taste.”
  • “One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like breasts are subjective, opinion topics.”
  • “Hey, you need to put some clothes on.”
  • “There’s Australian people here. Just sayin’, they shipped all those people down there for a reason.”
  • “You don’t know me, remember?”
  • “Stop touching my shit, _____”
  • “Whatever you want, I can keep you safe.”
  • “I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned. Like how I play men. Like how I just played you.”
  • “I think you’re losing it, that was pathetic.”
  • “'I’ll keep you safe?’ What was what? Does that work? Does that get you laid?”
  • “You must be really turned on with all these beautiful women here.”
  • “Oh dear God, please never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.”
  • “Everybody knows you’re a lesbian, it’s completely fine.”
  • “There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable.”
  • “Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to 'fuck off’? Tell 'em to 'fuck off’.”
  • “With friends like you who needs luck?”
  • “There’s a science to getting people to trust you.”
  • “What’s a 'race skank’?”
  • “She’s been driving me crazy. Hanging around, flirting, teasing. The minute I try to get her up to my room - a headache! A period, right? The world’s longest period!”
  • “That time of the month. It’s like a crime scene.”
  • “I have Scrabble in my room.”
  • “I was trying to steal his watch!”
  • “It’s what I’m good at and I like it!”
  • “You did all of this to make me jealous?”
  • “You can’t believe I lied? Oh, that’s so rich from you.”
  • “You’re always lying, ____! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth.”
  • “Here’s the thing about lying. Fucks up all your options.”
  • “He is not gonna die. Probably.”
  • “I cannot believe you made me shoot you.”
  • “I like you, honey, you can take a punch.”
  • “And then the girl walked in.”

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anonymous asked:

ok but imagine how cute it would be: college lucas working at the 24 hour on-campus health center and one night riley comes in tipsy and a bleeding cut on her forehead because of a "sorority party gone wrong" accident and lucas tries to examine her to make sure she doesn't have a head injury but drunk riley is too busy trying to flirt with him to do any of the tests

a/n: hi anon friend!! so i was unsure if this was a prompt of not, considering i received it in the midst of receiving other prompts BUT even if it wasn’t, i wrote a fic about it anyway??? it was just too cute not to. so if you meant for it to be a prompt, here you go, and if you didn’t, then i hope that you enjoy this anyway???

word count: 1,967

Lucas felt the exhaustion itch behind his eyes as his chin fell forward in his hand. He took a look around the empty waiting room, sighing as he closed his eyes for a moment, shivered as he felt a yawn overtake his body. It was nearing 2am, and Lucas wanted nothing more than to drudge back to his dorm and go to bed.

But, he was all alone in the clinic and the last thing he wanted was to lose his job because he packed up early, or leave someone needed assistance out in the January cold. So, sighing once more, he pulled his phone from his pocket, flipping through it mindlessly, trying not to focus on how slowly the minutes were ticking by. He had been working the late night shift at the 24 hour clinic every Saturday for almost four whole months yet, he had only seen about three people come through at most in a night. Usually it was drunken classmates who needed a bandaid or students unable to sleep because of the flu, so it was hardly ever anything too exciting.

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