stay firm
Netflix's She's Gotta Have It tells a familiar story in a new way
The Netflix series has Spike Lee rebooting his 30-year-old storyline
By Joi Childs

Nola stays firm about letting whoever she pleases in her “lovin bed,” including other women. Another change from the original version has Nola labeling herself as pansexual, and entering a relationship with Opal Gilstrap (Ilfenesh Hadera, of Billions, Master of None, and Baywatch)

I am not the girl that will ask you to stay up all night and ruin your sleep schedule with me,
but if you can’t rest I will move over and offer you my blanket while you sit with me,
I am not the girl that will walk blindly into every argument with you, because I will not fight you without reason and I will admit openly when I am wrong,
I will never be the girl that picks you up and leaves you stranded, I will always drop you off at home if it is safe to do so,
I am not the girl that will ignore your cries for help and leave you freezing outside, I will lend you my ears alongside my jacket if it means keeping the frost off of your heart,
I am not the girl that will intentionally hurt you, so I will get upset with myself when I slip up and do something wrong,
I am not the girl that will turn away my arms or my head, I will always keep my eyes on you in some form and my hands will stay firm with you when you need them to be or want them to be,
I am not the girl that will come in with cruel intentions swirling like tentacles,
I am the girl that will try my best to look after you and treasure you as not only a friend or somebody I care for, but also as a human being,
I am the girl that will run my thumbs over the backs of your hands,
I am the girl that will share my food with you even if you’ve said you aren’t hungry,
I am the girl that will lose sleep trying to make you smile and remember to breathe,
I am the girl that will attempt at all costs to be more than simply decent for and to you,
I am the girl that will be nothing but myself and try my best to live adventurously with you,
I am the girl that will be here when you need anything
I am the girl that will send you random thoughts and showcase when I think about you,
I am the girl that will spend hours in a car with you, or outside anywhere, exploring and sharing music,
I am the girl that will be me, while you will be you.
—  ARH // I am not that girl, I am me
13.05 coda


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The sun sets early this time of year. The sky starts to change color as Dean pushes the Impala along towards Meadows’ house of horrors; the violent orange of the sunset gleams across the chrome lining the windshield and gilds everything over. Dean glances away from the road for a second when the glare hits him in the eye. Sam had his head turned towards the window, but he looks over when he feels Dean do so, too.

“So, uh,” he says, clearing his throat. “You ended up at the Clam Dive after all.”

Dean’s mouth quirks for a second, but it doesn’t last. “Mm.”

Sam taps his fingers against the door. “Worth the four and a half stars?”

Easing the Impala around a corner plunges the driver’s side into shadow. Dean ticks his head away from the light. “Don’t let the name fool you. That is one classy joint.”

Sam scoffs. “I’m sure.”

Dean doesn’t reply. The sun dips lower on the horizon.

“So, you’re. You’re working through it, then,” Sam says, unable to stay quiet. “Business as usual. It’s… working.”

Dean clenches his hands on the steering wheel and hopes that Sam doesn’t notice. The first stars of the night have started to come out, visible just beyond the stained-purple clouds.

“Yeah. See? Totally fine.”

He doesn’t tell Sam that most of the time he spent at the Clam Dive was at the bar. He doesn’t tell Sam that he only sat by the stage once he was drunk enough to start seeing double. He doesn’t tell Sam that he didn’t have any fun even though he tried all his old tricks and every cheesy line in the book and even pushed some of his boundaries a little farther than usual. He doesn’t tell Sam that he drove the Impala full-blown wasted and didn’t even care because why would it even matter if he ended up –

He doesn’t tell Sam about the death sentence he keeps in his duffle bag. He doesn’t tell Sam that he tried to crawl into bed once he got back to the motel but the thought of doing so made him so lonely that he’d actually rather sleep on the floor.

Point is: there’s a lot he doesn’t tell Sam.

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So in news that is not a bag of dicks, I may have just managed to create gelatin free gummy candies out of things I am not allergic to, meaning that I will perhaps be able to have some form of candy again if they manage to stay firm.

And if you’re thinking I’m now regretting not using the silicon dick molds for this experiment to make that joke pay off, you’d be right.

Ice Play ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: sub!peter, ice play, language, kinky shit, smut!!

request/scenario: Can you do one where Peter has a praise kink? Love you!

A/N: a big thanks to @littlevelvethearts​ for helping me out with this!!

Positioning yourself on your bed, flipping through the multicolored pages of the magazine in your hands, you anticipated Peter’s arrival. Any minute now, the Spider-man himself would reach your apartment bruised and exhausted, ready to be patched up after a night of crime-fighting. Never minding the late hour, you enjoyed taking care of his injuries; despite the times he became stubborn with you about resting and taking time off from heavy duty criminals.

As expected, you heard Peter knock on your window and call out your name. You opened the panel to let in your disheveled, unmasked boyfriend, who plastered an innocent smile on his face to diffuse any of your worries as he gave you a peck on the lips. “Hey Y/N! I missed you.” He greeted lovingly, welcoming himself into your room and proceeding straight to your bathroom almost as if you both knew the drill already.

You followed him, closing the door behind you and taking ice cubes from the kitchen along the way. “I’m pretty bruised up today,” Peter frowned and started stripping his suit dropping it until it hugged around his waist, revealing his bruised torso and scratched biceps. He took a stool while you grabbed your first aid kid, placing it on the sink beside with the bag of ice cubes.

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The One With Sam’s Flannel

SPN FanFic

~The time when you couldn’t find your nightshirt, so you stole Sam’s old flannel instead…~

Sam x Reader

1,699 Words (oh, come on…)

Warnings: NSFW. Just, straight up… Smut. PWP. Growly!Sam

A/N: Special thanks to @because-imma-lady-assface for da beta catch/title assistance. Also to the anon who planted the seed. 

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

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“Can you believe it was the doctor the whole time? I’m still in shock.” You spoke to Sam through the bathroom door as you undressed, tossing your blouse onto the tile floor next to the morning’s wet towel. “It was like a Scooby-Doo reveal. I can’t believe it!” Your bra followed your top, and you stepped out of your navy skirt and panties, kicking them away as well.

“I knew it was him all along,” Sam teased you, his deep voice easily reaching through the thin wood.

“Right, sure you did, Sherlock.” You laughed and reached for your nightshirt, which was nowhere to be found. Must have left it in the other room.

“You don’t believe me?” Sam went on. “I had him pegged since we got here. I mean, did you see the way he cringed when you asked him about the decapitation? Dead give away.”

“Lots of people cringe when discussing human heads rolling off of shoulders, Sam.” With a shrug, you picked up Sam’s giant green flannel from the floor and pulled it on. It would have to do. You were freezing anyway.

“I still knew.”

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A-Z NSFW: Yixing

Originally posted by squynhty


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A = Aftercare
Yixing is the most caring person in the world. Honestly he’s the best human that walks the Earth, don’t fight me on that. And he definitely will be the most loving and caring boyfriend/lover in EXO, if not in the entire human population. Yixing is certainly a guy that refuses to let you leave the bed until he knows you’re 100% okay. He’s not very rough in general, so hurting you isn’t a fear on his mind often, but he does want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable before he gets his dose of cuddles; either a quick shower if you feel up to moving or he’ll jump to get a warm rag because no one likes sweat and dry cum snuggles….

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Nothing fucked my day up more than reading an passage from his book, where he went to say things like he’s a good dancer, but not as good as Kai, a good singer but not as good as Luhan, handsome but not as handsome as Kris. It’s obvious no matter how brilliant he is, he’s literally the most perfect human alive, he’s still rather self conscious. He’d favor his abs, definitely. He rips his shirt off every chance he gets and on Go Fighting when he was woken up he literally went to the bathroom and stared in the mirror at them for a good 5 minutes…I’m sure he’s pretty proud of them. Being the sappy guy he is, of course he says your eyes are his favorite. He’s really lovey, what do you expect, honestly?

C = Cum
While he is the epitome of a gentleman, Xing’s still kind of hesitant and awkward around females. He’d have to finish in a condom in you or something, I feel like he’s such an angel that cumming all over you in semi degrading in his mind, insulting even. If the odd chance he does cum on you by accident, he’s flying off the bed to find something to clean you off. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
I feel like Xing’ll have a lot of dirty secrets. Even though he loves you and he likes being honest with you, he doesn’t really like to be vocal about sex things. He respects you too much to actually bring any of it up, different positions and places he wants to have sex, he keep his lips sealed tight. But…you’ll just have to make him tell you, won’t you?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
See this is the thing, I can’t imagine Xing watching straight up porn. I remember him saying he does watch 19+ movies? Idk if any of you have watched those but I have and they’re….something…but certainly not on par with porn. I know he had a GF back in China, and wrote her songs and all that, he was definitely a loving boyfriend. He knows too much good stuff to put in his songs mym ??? boy…. and onE DOES NOT SIMPLY KNOW HOW TO MOVE THEIR HIPS LIKE THAT UNLESS THEYVE BEEN IN THAT GOOD PUS-anyways, I don’t think he’s a virgin….he definitely knows what he’s doing, he’s just too respectful to be a fuck boi like the rest of em XD

F = Favorite position

The way that boy gets down on the floor and humps boi busted his fuckin belt how tf that’s a straight up missionary guy. Xing really gets it going too….missionary sure as hell ain’t boring with his hips grinding away. He does fool around with the position, though. Prop your legs up over his shoulders or hook his arms behind your knees, the whole big thang, lord knows one simply does not get bored with xing’s dicc in ‘em.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

While Xing is kind of a meme, he’s adorkable in the best ways, when his shirts off and hips are moving, I’ve never seen the dude more serious. He’s damn determined to give the most for you; he’s in ‘character’ and he’s focused entirely on giving you both the most pleasure imaginable. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Lord knows I love his tummy and I have a weird obsession with his happy trail. I think he might wax every once in a while…I’ve seen him missing the hair from one armpit a few times……that’s weird…..anyways I don’t think he trims or stays bare much, probably one of the other boys forced him to go along to the ahem..’groomers’ or something.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
This is Xing we’re talking about…they boy that wrote love songs for his childhood GF…..k but imagine baby xing writing little love songs, cute image, isn’t it? O-fucking-course Xing is tHE MOST romantic member in both your non-sexual relationship and your sexual one. He pampers you, and especially in the bedroom, he’s almost singing lyrics to you his sweet nothings are so sweet. He’s a stickler for that good ol ‘loving eye contact’ and holding your hands, bodies pressed entirely together while he confesses his love and admiration over and over again. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Listen…I know he’s a grown man….but I literally can’t see Xing jerking off? Like I feel like just the thought makes him flustered and he gets all awkward and has to think about all the rice cake he was force fed on Go Fighting! to chill back out again. He’d much rather be with you, so if the feeling arises, he stores it in the spank bank for later when he gets to be back in your arms.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Okay, okay. I do think Xing is an innocent little baby, but I know he’s not. You know the times he wears that like…silk fabric as a blindfold? He lowkey stole that and brought it back to keep for himself. He really likes the cool fabric feel against his skin and sometimes after a long long day, he likes to just lay back and hand you the fabric and let you have your own, uncontrolled, fun with him. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Regardless on how he is in the bedroom, we all know Yixing is a good boy, he’s not going to take you somewhere there’s a risk of getting caught and/or in trouble, so he’s very firm in staying in the bedroom. But I really think he’d love bath sex, he likes water so much, the performances and all he wanted to do on Go Fighting! was go swimming, he’s a lil fishy. Bedroom and bath are really the only options to him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His songs are lowkey dirty, and if he’s got you, I imagine he’d be secretly writing songs about/for you all the time. I bet my leg he’s be writing his not so innocent lyrics and be thinking about you and then his mind wanders….and things grown….and he’d have to hunt you down…Yixing urned himself on just writing about you…sheesh he’s a weirdo…

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Back to Location, he 100% will not do anything public. He’s not easily turned on when he’s out in the world anyways, so it’s kind of pointless to try.  Also anything by his neck? Not happening, he’ll have a melt down. I’d pay to see someone try to give him a hickie….

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

God Xing is such a little shit….He has the most talented mouth I’ve seen….he’s just too much. He’s a very big pleaser, he almost gets off on just getting you off, he’s a pro and even better since he knows your body’s reactions so well. He almost doesn’t like you going down on him, but he’s one that won’t even propose the idea of you returning the favor and if you take initiative to do it, he’s down for the ride, but he’s not going to ask.  

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

How the floor isn’t pregnant after all this time, I have no idea. If his um…floor fun is anything to show, he’s kind of rough. With an actual person, I don’t think he’d be that wild, a bit slower that he portrays and way more loving and sensual. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
I feel like Xing has a pretty tight hold on his lust and whatnot, so I think if there isn’t proper time to have regular sex, he can easily push it away to bring up later when you’ve got time for it. If they did happen, quickies would be extremely rare, to the point you can count how many times you’ve had them on one hand. He just doesn’t like the rushed feeling.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

[See Location and NO] Yixing’s pretty hesitant in trying new things with you, he doesn’t really want to do anything that sounds like it could hurt either of you so a lot of things he isn’t game to even try but if they sound harmless enough, like just a new position or something, he’s okay with trying that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Yixing does the very most all the time, he gives 142% in every single thing he does. I don’t think he tires out easily, that’s why he can’t do quickies, I don’t think he cums fast…you’ll probably be at it for a good 10 minutes and that’s excluding the foreplay. But one round is usually all he will do. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Beyond a few things that doesn’t really count as toys really aka the silk fabric blindfold thing, Xing doesn’t delve into toys much. He’s pretty much a sex machine on his own, him bringing toys into the bedroom isn’t a very likely scenario, he doesn’t really like or see the need for them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Make no mistake, Xing is a little shit, Go Fighting! exposed his naughty side quite a bit lmao but after keeping his hormones in check, once he finally has his hands on you he can’t really hold himself back anymore. Teasing you is more so teasing himself and he don’t live for that life. Foreplay is a must, but teasing is right out the window.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Xing has the vocals of a god, don’t fight me on that. The boy has a good set of pipes but he’s more of a grunt/moan guy in the bedroom. No one’s going to hear him but you, he doesn’t like breathing on his neck but more often than not he’s got his head tucked against your neck and moaning and panting in your ear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

We know Xing has his lil dance studio in China, and he 100% brings you with him on his trips back to his home country solely because of the place. Unless shiz is happening, no ones really in there and let’s just say sometimes he really likes the mirrors in the dance practice rooms…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Okay we’ve literally seen his dick…like 100% Xing dick has been exposed.

b y e
Obviously it don’t really look like much but dicks are strange things, they grow like plants lmaoman i dead ass was watching this porn and it was like 30 mins long and dude had a lil thumb dick and i was like wtf is that and when he actually was hard the fucker was like 5 inch how tf that work either way, that whole motion in the ocean thing is legit, and we’ve seen his moves….itll be ok..

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, he’s lowkey a dirty guy but he keeps himself composed well. Xing has a pretty average sex drive, just slightly higher than usual but he keeps himself on a leash pretty well so it doesn’t show…but he’ll show you dont worry…

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Xing is a pretty cuddly boyfriend/lover in my mind, especially sine you’re alone his PDA hold back has gone out the front door, he’s latched to your side. I think after pretty much having an intense work out, you both fall asleep pretty fast. Xing’s definitely down for the count immediately after you’re cleaned up.

Unexpected [M] - Mark

Originally posted by got7wings

Paring: markXreader

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: After a bad breakup, your best friend Mark is determined to show you that you are worth more than what you think and that you mean more to him than you could have imagined.

Notes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

The air in the club was thick with sweat and perfume and while you had been out clubbing more and more recently, you still couldn’t get used to the stench and the way it fogged your senses. It also didn’t help that there were random horny people grinding on each other left and right, but then again you could also be seen as one of those people.

You were caught up in another random guy just as you had been every time you went to a club. His large hands were locked onto your hips as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You weren’t interested in sharing your night with him even though he was tall and fairly attractive, but something in the way his fingers gripped your hips was too reminiscent on the one person you were trying to forget.

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Can we get a classic loversquare with “just… come back alive, okay?”

marichat - “just…come back alive, okay?”

words: 1573 (spoilers for s2e01)

Chat Noir pounded on Marinette’s bedroom window just before midnight, his voice cracking and hoarse as he begged for her to let him inside. 

He had no reason to visit her at her house like this, let alone in the middle of the night, and she panicked for a moment thinking that he was in some kind of danger. But when she forced the window open for him, Chat Noir stumbled inside without sparing her a glance, lips blue and freezing rain dripping off his suit and onto the floor. His hands were tangled in his hair and his eyes looked unfocused as if he were still in the middle of deciding whether being here was a good idea even as he paced room. She’d never seen Chat Noir look so confused or so frantic, and his entire body seized up as he flinched away from the hand she placed on his shoulder. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Marinette soothed, trying to rub out the tension in his shoulders and lead him to the chaise where he could sit and catch his breath. “Talk to me, what’s wrong? Are you in danger? Is it an akuma?”

Chat Noir shook his head and covered his mouth with both of his hands. “No akuma,” he mumbled. “Not in danger. Well. I am. But not now. Soon. Maybe.” 

Marinette frowned. “Chat, you’re not making sense.”

He laughed weakly. “Yeah, yeah, no, that’s the problem, right? None of this makes sense. I was saying that the whole way here, but I don’t know what else to do. Because I have to know for sure. I have to check.”

She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders so that he’d stop shivering, but he was too busy mumbling nonsense to himself to even notice the gesture. “Chat, you need to slow down and tell me what’s wrong. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” he nodded. “Right, right, you’re right. Ugh, I’m sorry.” He bowed his head and braced his hands on the back of his head. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to….to think about this logically, but I don’t think that’s possible. I feel like I’m going crazy.” 

Marinette kneeled in front of him and lifted his head until he was looking at her. “Slow down, it’s okay. Just tell me why you’re here.” 

Chat Noir swallowed and looked like he was wincing at the taste of his words. “If I told you something, would you promise to keep it a secret? Not just from everyone, but….from Ladybug too.”

Marinette’s heart sunk. “W-Why would you want to keep something hidden from Ladybug?”

“Because if I tell her, she’ll kill me and tell me not to do it,” Chat Noir explained. “But I need to do it. And I need someone to know where I am so that they can call for help in case something happens to me. You were the first person I thought of.”

“Why me?” Marinette asked. 

“Because you know Ladybug. And if something goes wrong – if I get hurt or if I need help – I know you’ll tell her for me. Or at least I hope you will.”

“You’re not making any sense,” Marinette said. “What are you going to go do?”

Chat Noir took both of her hands in his and squeezed. “Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. So I’m going to go and confront him by myself.” 

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Onsra | Part VI

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Words: 10.6K

Genre: Demon au, smut, angst

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

A/N: Thanks for your patience everyone! There is some smut in this chapter (and angst of course hehe). So please read at your own discretion! Nonetheless, enjoy :)

“H-How did you find me?”

“You always liked coming here. Well, we all did actually at some point. But, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She twirled a strand of her dark brown hair and smiled softly. It took all his strength not to drop the coffee in his hands upon just stepping out of the cafe and coming face to face with her.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to-” He stumbled over his words.

“To what?” She raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms and letting out a quiet laugh. “You look pretty much the same minus that bleached hair. It looks nice on you though.” She tilted her head to examine him and he turns away, refusing to acknowledge her compliment.

“Why are you here? Why did you come back all of a sudden?” Jimin raised his voice and she tutted immediately after in disappointment.

“Why so angry? That’s so unlike you. You weren’t like this before-” She pouted.

“People change. You of all people should know.” Jimin fired back at her, his fist tightening around the coffee cup. She simply brushed her brown hair behind her shoulder and scoffed.

“I moved and transferred schools, not disappeared from the face of the planet.”

“Wouldn’t that have been a better alternative?” He muttered quietly under his breath but loud enough for her to hear. “And I wasn’t referring to you transferring. You know exactly what I mean…”

“I want to see Jungkook.”

“Don’t fucking go near him…” Jimin said through clenched teeth.

“You think he’s not going to come to me? Wait until he finds out I’m here. I won’t even have to look for him.” She shot him an innocent smile.

Jimin didn’t know what to say. Part of him desperately wanted her to stay the hell away from Jungkook, but deep inside he had a sinking feeling that she was right. Either way, there was a very high chance Jungkook would come find her himself. Who knows what he’d do in the fit of rage?

“You shouldn’t be here.” He tore his gaze away from her. Hadn’t she hurt him enough?

“I want him. I didn’t come here to argue with you. I just want to know where he is, and well I figured I’d be able to find you here at least.”

“As if I’d tell you fucking anything.” She shot him one last smile before turning to walk away, knowing fully well Jimin wasn’t about to guide her straight to Jungkook. At this point, he was most likely going to warn him about her return, hopefully. And Jungkook? He was going to come running once he found out she was here. She was sure of it.

Whether Jimin was going to tell her of Jungkook’s whereabouts, she was sure she’d be able to find him if not vice versa.

“You’ll tell him I’m here, won’t you?”

“He’s not going to come running back to you, Yoojung.”

“Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

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Frases para tatuagens:

1. Amor tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta, o amor jamais acaba.
2. Do nada em mim o amor fez o infinito.
3. O verdadeiro amor nunca se desgasta. Quanto mais se dá mais se tem.
4. É melhor sofrer junto do que ser feliz sozinho.
5. De tudo ao meu amor serei atento.
6. Tão bom morrer de amor e continuar vivendo.
7. Que seja eterno enquanto dure.
8. A melhor coisa da vida é amar e ser amado.
9. Se o amor é fantasia, eu me encontro ultimamente em pleno carnaval.
10. A medida do amor é amar sem medida.
11. Amar não é olhar um para o outro, é olhar juntos na mesma direção.
12. Amar é admirar com o coração. Admirar é amar com o cérebro.
13. Amar é ultrapassarmo-nos.
14. Os sensíveis sofrem mais, mas amam mais e sonham mais.
15. Para estar junto não é preciso estar perto, e sim do lado de dentro.

Frases para tatuagens Latim:

1. Carpe diem – Aproveite o dia
2. Carpe vita – Aproveite a vida
3. Omnia vincit amor – O amor supera tudo
4. Veni, vidi, vici – Vim, vi, venci
5. Verba volant, scripta manent – Palavras “voam”, o que é escrito permanece
6. Veritas lux mea – A verdade é minha luz
7. Alis volat propris – Ela voa com suas próprias asas
8. Cogito ergo sum – Penso, logo existo
9. Dum vita est, spes est – Enquanto houver vida, haverá esperança
10. Luceat lux vestra – Deixe sua luz brilhar 

Frases para tatuagens Inglês: 

1. Forever young – Jovem para sempre
2. Let it be – Deixe ser / deixe estar
3. Imagine – Imagine
4. To infinity and beyond – Ao infinito e além
5. Stay strong – Mantenha-se firme
6. Think positive – Pense positivo
7. Open your eyes – Abra seus olhos
8. Dream big – Sonhe alto
9. Free soul – Alma livre
10. Wild & free – Selvagem & livre
11. Choose freedom – Escolha ser livre
12. Just breathe – Apenas respire
13. Live, laugh, love – Viva, ria, ame
14. We are not our failures – Não somos nossos erros
15. Make it count – Faça valer a pena
16. Be kind to yourself – Seja bom consigo mesmo
17. Believe in yourself – Acredite em si mesmo
18. Love yourself – Ame-se
19. Art never comes from happiness – A arte nunca vem da alegria
20. If you don’t live for something, you’ll die for nothing – Se você não viver por algo, morrerá por nada
21. Life’s too short to wait – A vida é curta demais para esperar
22. Love will tear us apart – O amor vai nos despedaçar
23. We’re all mad here – Somos todos loucos aqui
24. Wild hearts can’t be tamed – Corações selvagens não podem ser domados
25. Normal people scare me – Pessoas normais me assustam
26. Times are tough for dreamers – Os tempos são duros para quem sonha
27. We accept the love we think we deserve – Aceitamos o amor que acreditamos merecermos
28. Heart | Mind | Courage | Fear – Coração, mente, coragem, medo
29. I will make better mistakes tomorrow – Cometerei erros melhores amanhã
30. Inhale the future, exhale the past – Inale o futuro, exale o presente
31. Fight off your demons – Defenda-se dos seus demônios
32. Be your own hero – Seja seu próprio herói
33. She believe she could so she did – Ela acreditou que podia, então foi lá e fez
34. Fall down seven times, stand up eight – Caia sete vezes, levante-se oito
35. Not all those who wander are lost – Nem todos que vagam estão perdidos
36. This too shall pass – Isso também vai passar
37. For those I love I will sacrifice – Me sacrificarei por aqueles que amo
38. Lights will guide you home – As luzes te guiarão até em casa
39. Don’t grow up, it’s a trap – Não cresça, é uma cilada
40. Love like you’ve never been hurt – Ame como se você nunca tivesse sido magoado
41. Never forget who you are – Nunca esqueça quem você é
42. I love you to the moon and back – Te amo até a lua e “de volta”
43. You’re gonna have to save yourself – Você terá que salvar a si mesmo
44. Words can’t say what love can do – As palavras não podem dizer o que o amor pode fazer
45. You say I dream too big, I say you think too small – Você diz que sonho alto demais, eu digo que você pensa pequeno demais
46. I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once – Eu me apaixonei como se cai no sono: devagar, e de repente de uma vez
47. The creative adult is the child who survived – O adulto criativo é a criança que sobreviveu
48. Hell is empty and all the devils are here – O inferno está vazio e todos os demônios estão aqui
49. Sometimes you need to fall before you can fly – Às vezes você tem que cair para aprender a voar
50. No matter how far life pulls you back, eventually you move forward – Não importa o quanto a vid ate segure pra trás, eventualmente você prosseguirá 

Frases para tatuagens Espanhol:

1. Bésame, bésame mucho – Beije-me, beije-me muito
2. No me dejes caer jamás – Nunca me deixes cair
3. En la boca llevaras sabor a mi – Em sua boca levarás o meu sabor
4. No llames corazón lo que tu tienes – Não chame de coração o que você tem
5. Eres lo que más quiero en este mundo – Você é o que mais quero neste mundo
6. Creí que era una aventura y en realidad era la vida – Achei que fosse uma aventura, mas na verdade, era a vida
7. La mismísima esencia de la aventura es la incertidumbre – A essência da aventura é a incerteza
8. Al contacto con el amor todo el mundo se vuelve poeta… – Ao amar, todo mundo vira poeta…
9. Y en un silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras – Em no silêncio seu olhar diz mil palavras
10. Ojos que no ven, corazon que no siente – O que os olhos não vêem, o coração não sente
11. No hay mal que por bien no venga – Não existe mal que não tenha um lado bom
12. Ama y haz lo que quieras – Ame e faça o que quiser
13. La verdad es como el sol. Hace que todo se vea pero nadie puede verlo – A verdade é como o sol, faz com que você veja tudo, mas ninguém pode olhá-la diretamente
14. No hay rosas sin espinas – Toda rosa tem seus espinhos
15. La vida es como un espejo, te sonríe si la miras sonriendo – A vida é como um espelho, se você sorri para ela, ela sorri para você
16. Quien bien ama, tarde se olvida – Quem muito ama, esquece a tarde.
17. Lo que en los libros no está, la vida te enseñará. – O que não está nos livros a vida te ensinará
18. El amor es la amistad en llamas – O amor é uma amizade em chamas
19. Siempre mira hacia adelante – Sempre olhe para frente
20. Todo lo que puedas imaginar es real – Tudo o que você pode imaginar é real

Slytherin to My Heart | Yoongi

Originally posted by yoonseok

Pairing: reader x slytherin yoongi | Hogwarts AU

Genre: angst + fluff

Summary: You hated Min Yoongi. He hated you. But the both of you were about to find out that hate was just a way to mask another passionate emotion.

A/N: lmao such a horrible pun but I couldn’t help myself nor could I help myself in writing a love-hate relationship with Yoongi. This is the longest one-shot I’ve ever written omg. I hope you all enjoy & as always if you have any questions about my BTS hp AUs or feedback on this one-shot, don’t hesitate to send an ask! I’ll be more than happy to answer them (:

p.s let’s pretend that prefects are allowed to take house points away from houses other than theirs.

Word Count: 9,176

“Muffet.” You cooed quietly as you cautiously walked down a hall, your wand producing a red laser-like light to attract your cat.

You hadn’t seen her all day and you were worried so not caring that it was past curfew, you snuck out of the Gryffindor dorms in search of her. You hoped you’d be able to find her before Filch or Mrs. Norris caught you or worse-

“Past curfew, Gryff.” Yoongi tsked as he appeared out of nowhere, tapping his wrist in a disapproving manner. His prefect badge glistened under the flames from the torches that lined the halls. “I think that amounts to ten points from your house, doesn’t it?”

And there was worse. Min Yoongi. The Slytherin prefect who loved to torture you with deduction of points.

“Or how about you admit you snuck out of your dorm because you knew you’d find me? I can’t blame you for that. I’m quite irresistible.”

He noticed the slight frown on your face and since you were taking a while to answer, he began to wonder if ten points was too harsh. But those thoughts were all thrown out as you opened your mouth.

“I’d rather insult a hippogriff, you nit-wit.”

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Here’s a currently untitled little ficlet based off of recent spoilers (ya’ll know the ones) and the possibilities that it may not be as it seems. however, this is all speculation and an excuse for me to write some bed sharing! :D

The Sinnerman grips Chloe roughly by the forearm. They stand on the edge of Lux’s penthouse balcony, wind whipping at Chloe’s hair.

“You will regret this.” Lucifer growls, fury barely restrained. How he wishes for his Devil Face, a flash of his true face and the human would be gibbering and useless.

“Maybe.” the Sinnerman shrugs. “But I really doubt it.”

Lucifer steps closer, tries to get a read on Chloe. She’s holding herself still, ready to act the moment she can, but her eyes are scared. He tries to wordlessly communicate to her not to worry, that he’ll get them out of this somehow. The Sinnerman’s gun presses harder into her side.

“I wouldn’t get any closer.” the Sinnerman cautions.

Chloe closes her eyes and bites at her mouth. Lucifer stops, unwilling to endanger her.

“What do you want?” Lucifer says between gritted teeth.

He laughs. “What do I want? I’m afraid you little tricks won’t work on me, Morningstar. But I’ll be lenient, just this once, and tell you.”

There’s a beat of silence stretched out between them and the Sinnerman’s smile goes cruel.

“I want you to answer a question.” he says.

“Anything.” Lucifer replies instantly, desperate.

“Does it terrify you? That she will finally know what you are?” the Sinnerman grins triumphantly and pushes Chloe off the edge.

She screams.

Chloe!” Lucifer yells, her name torn from his throat. He sprints to the balcony and launches himself after her without any hesitation.

He spots her easily, free falling just below him. He angles himself, streamlining in order to catch up to her. Her eyes are wide and terrified as he cuts through the air towards her. He is close enough to reach out to her, straining, and then his hand closes around her arm and he pulls her to him, arms enfolding.

She clutches at him, desperate. “Lucifer!” she gasps in his ear.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. I’ve got you.” he says and goes to unfurl his wings…and there’s nothing. He looks over his shoulder to see nothing, blood soaking through his shirt in two wet patches, hot and sticky.


They tumble helplessly through the air, the wing muscles along his spine cramping as they try to move limbs that aren’t there. “Father, please.” he begs, wrapping himself around Chloe more fully.

There is no answer. His wings remain absent.

“I’m sorry.” he tells her, distraught. “I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t know if she can hear him, the wind tearing the words away the moment he utters them.

He keeps her face tucked against his neck. He doesn’t want her to see how close they are to the end. They plummet, tangled up together, the ground rushing up to meet them. Then everything goes dark.


Lucifer comes awake with a strangled scream, jolting upright, lungs heaving. He’s drenched with sweat, trailing down his back, collected in the hollow of his throat. His sheets are soaked with it. He shivers, chilled.

He pulls his wings into the physical plane, curls them around himself. A built-in safety blanket of feathers, glowing slightly in the darkness. For the first time since they’ve been stuck unwillingly to his back, he is grateful for their presence.

It was only a dream.

Bloody hell, that was horrible. Fright still curls in his veins, frantic. He can’t just sit here. He has to know, he has to make sure she’s alright.

He kicks away the tangled bedding and gets to his feet. He slides on a pair of pants, snatches up a shirt from off the floor and throws it on, barely bothering with buttons.

He reaches for his keys out of habit and then stops. It won’t be fast enough, not to sate this unrelenting panic. He walks out to that same balcony, but there’s no Sinnerman, no danger. Even so, he can still hear Chloe’s phantom scream ring through his ears.

Lucifer splays his wings out, feeling the way the wind drifts through his feathers. He gives them an experimental flap, reveling in the smooth motion, the flex of muscle.

For the first time, he flies.


There’s an insistent knock at her door. Chloe blinks blearily, her mind slow to understand the noise that drug her from sleep.

Her phone tells her it’s an ungodly hour and that means it can only be one person. She supposed she should be grateful he didn’t just break in like he normally does.

She hauls herself out of bed, looks at her threadbare pajama pants and her oversized LAPD shirt and decides if he’s going to bother her at this time in the morning he can deal with her appearance.

She shuffles over to the door, nearly rattling with the force of his knocking, and opens it. Lucifer stares back at her, leaning against the side of the door frame. He looks disheveled, hair wild, his shirt buttons mismatched. He’s barefooted, toes peeking out from under his pant legs.

“Lucifer, what -” she starts.

“You’re okay.” he breathes, like it’s salvation. Then he’s moving forward, fingers on the side of her face first, then the rest of him as he steps through and embraces her. “You’re okay.” he repeats and she realizes he’s trembling, holding her almost too tight.

It’s the first time he’s ever initiated contact like this. She returns the hug, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I’m fine, Lucifer. Everyone is fine.” she tells him, mostly muffled by his chest. Still, she lets him hold her, far past the point of propriety. He’s warm and solid against her, banishing the chill that the still open door is letting in.

He finally eases back and now he looks embarrassed. She doesn’t let him go far, catching at his wrist and keeping him near.  

“What’s this all about, Lucifer?” she asks when he won’t meet her gaze.

“Just a nightmare, Detective. Nothing more.” he says dismissively. “I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he begins to tug himself loose, but she tightens her grip.

“Don’t.” she says, voice firm. “Stay.” she commands in a voice that expects obedience. His feet remain rooted where he stands. She steps around him and closes the door, sealing off the cooler night air trying to sneak in. She turns back to him. “Now, what was this all about?”

He shifts. “It is foolish.”

She pushes back in his space, almost a hug except that their arms remain at their sides. His head dips down towards hers, like the pull of gravity. 

“Tell me anyway.” she says softly.  

“You were falling.” he says hoarsely. He closes his eyes tight. “And I couldn’t catch you.”

Chloe sighs faintly and rests her head against his sternum. It rises and falls slightly with his breathing. Then she straightens. “Well, come on, then.” she says and starts to walk back to her room.

“Detective?” he asks, uncertain. She looks back at him, standing there, looking lost and unsure.

“Are you coming?” Chloe asks, raising her brows. She gives him an impatient gesture and that finally spurs his feet after her. He halts again at the threshold of her bedroom, seeming bewildered at this sequence of events.

“I’m sorry, I think I’ve misunderstood.” he says.

“If you went back home, would you get any more sleep tonight?” she asks.

“No.” he replies quietly. Yeah, that’s what she thought.

“And then I would be up all night worried about you after you left, so this way maybe we both can get some rest before we have to go into work tomorrow, alright?”

The fact that he doesn’t argue with her or make a lascivious comment tells her that this nightmare really shook him. He just brings his hands up to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. He hangs it on the back of her doorknob while she gets back in bed. He reaches for the covers and pulls them back, sliding carefully under the sheets beside her. 

There’s an odd swoop of sensation in her stomach at the mattress dipping with his weight. It has been a long time since she’s shared a bed with someone and nerves flutter briefly in her belly before she pushes them away.

He settles himself, tense and holding his body carefully away from hers. Well, she’s not having any of that nonsense and rolls close. His eyes are shadowed and unfathomable in the dark, and she meets them for a moment before she wriggles down against him, nose at his throat, sliding an arm around his waist. She forces herself to relax and, after a moment, he gradually eases and winds his arms around her, too.

He exhales a shuddery breath into her hair and Chloe makes a small humming noise of contentment, pressing soothing patterns into his back with her fingertips. They fall asleep like that, tangled up in one another, and nightmares do not visit them.


Sam, Sam, you were so close to getting the point but you missed it! Dean wasn’t alone when he “saved you”, when Dean was alone he ended up in hell and Ruby had free reign to manipulate you. Then it was never you and Dean against the world. There was Bobby and there was Cas - both of them fundamental.

Dean is angry at God because it’s not fair that such big responsibilities fall on Dean and Sam alone, because Dean and Sam alone can’t do the job. Sam wants Dean to help him with Potentially Able To Go Dark Side Sam 2.0, and that’s the mess on their shoulders Dean is bitter at God about. He knows that he and Sam with no Cas are not enough. Maybe Sam doesn’t realize but Dean is aware that the last thing that happened to him before Castiel entered his life was damnation. To save Sam - just to fail at it.

(And yes, we’re supposed to make connections to events so early in the show, all the ‘deserve to be saved’ talk in the episode is there to remind you of Dean and Cas’ encounter, and Sam even mentions John telling Dean to kill Sam if needed, so nothing in the show is too far away. Heck, Missouri came back after more than a decade - it’s not a coincidence. We’re supposed to look at connection throughout the entire course of the show, because nothing has been forgotten, everything is still relevant.)

Sam went to hell but he did not have any clear-cut salvation moments. His body came out first, but without a soul. Then Dean had Death recover his soul, but his memories were walled up. Then the wall came down but that broke his mind… It was a messy deal, and he did not form a particular bond with anyone over it. Dean, on the other hand, had a clear-cut moment of salvation, and no matter what came later - conflict, steps forward, steps back - Cas always meant salvation for him. He meant that sprinkle of hope that maybe he did deserve to be saved (because even if it turned out that the angels gave the other to save him for bad reasons, Cas still stayed firm in his creed that Dean was worth something).

Sam sees Dean as the one who saved him. But Dean does not have the one who saved him (not just from hell, but over and over in subtler ways). And Dean does not think he can saved anyone alone - he couldn’t save Sam alone, how could he save this kid that reminds him over and over of what he’s lost?

So I work at a movie theater that also has an arcade. This is pretty clearly a token machine, right? No way it could ever possibly be mistaken for anything else, right? Unfortunately, that is not the case.

A woman, who has to be blind as a bat or something to miss the giant TOKENS in two separate places, thought this was an ATM. Cue her putting in a twenty dollar bill, and getting eighty tokens in return. She then tried to bring them to the registers and DEMAND an exchange for her cash back, because she didn’t want game tokens, she wanted to break her twenty. Our policy on tokens is once they’re bought they can’t be refunded, so we basically had to tell her she was out of luck. Of course, that wasn’t acceptable, so she started screaming and eventually we got a manager, who told her the exact same thing.

I really wanted to tell her that she literally brought it on herself by refusing to just READ, but fortunately my manager stayed firm and I got the sweet satisfaction of watching her walk away in a huff. Come back and enjoy the arcade anytime with those eighty tokens lady!!!

Even The Sun is Jealous (M)

🎃 word count: 2.5k

🎃 genre: smut ; idol-verse

🎃 pairing: reader/j-hope

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): body worship, riding, lots of kissing + slight dom/sub undertones

🎃 summary: when your boyfriend is a little down and hard on himself due to some toxic fans, you find a way to show him just how much you really love him, as well as plenty others.

🎃 requested by: anon - “Can I request for a JHope/reader Body appreciation one shot?”

🎃 music: neighbors know my name - trey songz + who you are - jessie j

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

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pairing: jongin x reader
genre: greaser!au, fluff, slight smut
summary: sometimes next times don’t happen, but when they do they’re worth the wait

A/N: based on a caption shookjin on ig wrote, you can @ them if u want lol idk, secondly its nothing like grease, thirdly sorry for making you wait so long for any sort of fic update! this is finally a happy ending everyone wants from me, i hope it was worth the wait god im so funny i have so many friends also not proofread as always 

Originally posted by intokai

The saturated wood coated his tongue in its taste with each provocative lick. His tongue swirled around the end trapped between his teeth, the wet muscle peeked through, giving the long haired girl in front of him something to squeal at. She covered her giddy smile with her hand as she turned away after shoving at his firm chest.

He bit at the toothpick hard enough for it to tilt upwards and push his top lip away from his pearly teeth. The bright, midday sun peeked out from the behind the clouds just enough to irritate Jongin’s eyes. Raising his eyebrows and squinting, his titled his head to the side, a look of slight irritation plastered onto his handsome face. Dark locks of hair that were once perfectly shaped dropped slightly over his forehead, glistening in the light from gel that saturated it.

Pushing his torso off the black car supporting his weight, he lazily plucked the ends of her skirt between his fingers and pulled. She quickly turned back around. Her hands falling from her face to protect her decency from the flirtatious man. Heat rose to her cheeks, staining her light skin in its faint colour.

The hand that was forcibly brushed away, made its way to his lips to remove the toothpick from between his lips.

“Listen, doll. Stop being so shy and go on a date with me. We can go watch a movie, drive around.” Imagining the scenario in her head, she once again became shy. Her long hair covered her embarrassed face as the ground underneath them suddenly became very interesting to her and her fluttering heart.

Jongin enjoyed the reactions he could conjure up from girls. The way their faces would flush and how they’d avoid eye contact while trying so desperately to hide their joy at the mere thought of Jongin taking them on a date. But he always knew, he’d done this too many times to not become accustomed to such behaviour. Sometimes he’d forget why he even flirted with girls, was it to actually score a date or watch the way everyone became flustered around him? All he knew right now was that the shy girl in front of him was definitely worth all the days of flirtatious remarks and lingering touches he’d so relentlessly dished out. So why didn’t he remember her name?

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