tha real

stop hyping up abusive and unhealthy relationships and saying shit like ‘it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt’ or 'we fight because we love each other’ or 'i lied to them to protect them’. that shit is high key unhealthy and detrimental to one’s mental health. love is not about pain and grief, stop acting like it is and then glamourizing it.

What does Archie even do in Riverdale except having an angsty existensial crisis with his music and create drama? He literally just worried his ass off over playing a song on a stage while Betty and Jughead, The Real Detectives of Riverdale, figured out a bunch of shit related to Jason’s murder and Polly. I mean, they literally found out more in one episode than the police in Riverdale has found out since the series began. 


Because it’s all I’ve been able to talk and think about today…

Up. Down. A little twist to the side. Now a large ‘O’. And a small pinch.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what he was saying. Not because of his strong accent that you loved, or the fact that he spoke lowly and slowly, which would drive you absolutely insane if it were any other person. No, you had no idea what he was saying because his lips were moving and once more you were in a trance. 

It was fascinating to look at, his mouth. How you could even put your headphones on and block out the sound and still see his accent. His lips were… Something else entirely. 

It’s a bit embarrassing, you had to admit. If he were to direct the word straight to you, you would need him to repeat himself over and over before properly being able to answer him. You were glad he was speaking to the group of people gathered in your living room, and not just to you. In fact, you didn’t know how you had managed to become and stay friends with him when all you could do was get hypnotised by his lips every time he talked. 

The way he said his ‘Buh-’ sounds. The fact that he never pronounced the ‘tt’s in ‘better’. The pout he pulled when he got stuck in his ‘uhmmm’s. The little bites when he was paying attention to someone else speak. No wonder they are such a vibrant shade of pink. They were soft, you knew that. The cheeky British charm he carried seemed to come with a proper kiss to your cheek when he greeted you, and nothing like the semi awkward cheek-touching-cheek-hello ‘you americans’ - as Harry put it - would do.

There goes another pinch at them. You remind yourself to nod and look around the room to try and hide your pointed looks, but you weren’t being as sly as you thought you were. Not knowing whatever was your friends kept babbling on about, your eyes soon found their way back to the thing they love to look at the most.

“You’re doing that again” the words knocked you out of the trance you were in. Your friend had leaned over and whispered to you as discreetly as possible, which you were thankful for, as she pushed an empty bowl of chips to your chest. Right, time to act like the host you were. She got up and followed you to the kitchen continuing the hushed conversation.
“Doing what?” you ask legitimately confused.
“Staring at Harry’s face” Ah, so it was that obvious. Whoops. You made a mental note to stop that and try to join the conversation when you eventually went back to the living room, in hopes to avoid the absentminded stare. 
“I’m not looking at his face” you started but decided to cut yourself. The only thing worse than your friend thinking you stared at Harry’s face cause you liked him, was for her to know that you didn’t stare at his face, but just at his lips cause they piqued your interest in ways you couldn’t comprehend yourself. Pouring whatever was left of the chips into the bowl, you quickly returned to the relaxing get together in your living room. At least your best friend knew to stay quiet in front of the others, and wouldn’t bombard you with more thoughts in the matter while the rest of the gang was around. 

Joining the chat was easy, staying in it was a different feat. The lads varied from topic to topic, dominating the direction the small reunion took, mostly with jokes and football talk. It wasn’t your fault the topic was so boring to you that you had to busy yourself with studying Harry’s lips from across the room once again. It wasn’t your fault he was the only British guy in the group which made his accent interesting and amusing, specially when he called soccer football or footie, and defended his position whenever the other guys would transition to american football
“Noo. ‘Mean ‘soccer’. Real football tha’ is. Played wif’ actual balls and feet, innit?” it was something no one in the group would let him live down. Same with the word trousers which made you giggle, and the way he introduced himself something more like “ ‘M ‘arry.” instead of  “I’m Harry”.

In all honesty, it made you even more captivated by his lips. And today specially, for some unknown reason, you were very very fixated on them. More than usual. And you swore that one day you would grow used to them with him being your close friend and all, but that day didn’t seem to be today. So you just resigned to stare silently and hope no one noticed.

Having little get togethers at home meant you had to do the cleaning after, but luckily your best friend had stuck around, and so had Harry with whom you fell into a nice ‘you rinse, I dry’ system while your best friend attended a seemingly very important phone call out in your backyard. Your attention was fully set into drying and stacking plates and utensils. Harry’s attention was halfway set on washing, halfway set on trying to stop a telling smirk from forming on his face

You didn’t know but Harry knew. 

He had known for a while now. At first he noticed only slightly that you weren’t fully there when he spoke to the whole group. He noticed how you would sometimes fidget and ask him to repeat somethings when he spoke to you alone, pinning it on his accent and the way he annoyingly slurred words. And slowly he found himself glancing at you only to see you were already looking in his direction. He never mentioned anything, slowly coming to the conclusion that for some reason you were looking at his lips.

And for some reason he liked that. 

After the last plate Harry leaned over the counter peeking through the small window in your kitchen at your friend pacing and chatting away on her phone.
“Wha’ do yeh reckon ‘s so important?” he puckered his lips in her direction, as if he was pointing to her without his hands, and you were gone. His bottom lip jutted out only a tad more than his upper lip. You hadn’t noticed that before.

Harry looked at you from the corner of his eye, only to catch you once again. Ok this was beyond his control. Today had been the day. You weren’t doing a nice job at being sly about it and he wondered if maybe you meant for him to notice. He doubted it, knowing you he was sure that you would be completely terrified about him knowing you look at his lips because… Because what? He didn’t know why you did that. He licked his lips self consciously, just to get whatever it is you could be staring at off his lips, if that was even the reason you stared. But you pressed on for a second longer before turning to look out the window as well.
“Yeh know…” Harry started, turning around and resting on the counter smugly. Arms crossed over his chest as he pouted, bit and licked his lips over and over, like a person who’s thinking hard about what to say next. Your attention was on him, his eyes this time. You knew better than to just straight up glare at his lips when it was only you and him. “Yeh do tha’ an awful lot”
“What?” your eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Look at m’lips” the smirk that accompanies the sentence is not lost to you, and you find yourself getting warm cheeks and taking a small step back at the mention.  


What?” this time your what was more of an incredulous, surprised ‘what.’ As if you couldn’t believe what he was saying, or better yet that he noticed. Harry only nodded slightly, turning to face you.
“I do notice…” he bites back “s’okay… though I’d love t’know why”
“There’s no why because I don’t look at your lips all the time” In Harry’s head it was futile for you to try and defend the point. He knew you did and that was final. You didn’t know why you did it – deep down maybe there was the thought of wanting to properly kiss him but you always shook it off, – so you can’t really give him an explanation. In the midst of your thoughts he had somehow gotten closer.
“I mean, if yeh want to kiss me” there’s suddenly no space between his chest and yours, and at this distance all you can do is stare at his lips, because who wouldn’t “all yeh hafta’ do is say the word”
“H-harry, get off y-your high horse” you’re able to spew out with a whispery thread of a voice. The chuckle that leaves his pinker than life, softer than a cloud lips throws you off. This is the cockiest you’ve seen Harry act, and right now you can’t decide if you’re okay with it or want him to back off. 
“C’mon now”
“Harry…” his hands, which also fascinate you - he can’t keep them still, and seems to always have more rings than it would be socially acceptable if it wasn’t cause his boyish charm just seems to go perfectly with 7 rings and helps him get away with mostly everything- come to thumb at your lower lip. 

His eyes were fixated on them since the moment he got this close, but there was no way you could realise that because your eyes were already trained on his cupid’s bow and light stubbly shadow of a moustache. He also liked how plump they were and if you didn’t greet him with the cheek-touching-cheek bullshit, he would know just how soft they were too, except now he could tell because he was touching them. This close, you can definitely see a freckle on his lips and quite frankly you didn’t know his mouth could get anymore hypnotising… But here we are. And his lips move but you do catch the sounds as he opens and closes his mouth in the most endearing of ways.
“S’okay. I stare at yours an awful lot too…”

I do NOT know what this was. It certainly turned out longer than I expected (I didn’t even expect to write anything) and took another direction than I imagined (it was just supposed to be you thinking about his lips, none of his perspective type of thing. But here we are) So… Yeah… Here’s something. IDk. It’s not a blurb and it’s not a fic either. Just a group of words.

kay, bye.
Iv. xo.

The Huntress.

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Titled: ‘The Huntress.’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader 

Word Count: 1,714 

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc. 

A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?

A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic! 

Tagging: @captainemwinchester @little-red-83 @impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19 @feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife @redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess @speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani

    It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger. 

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You’ve had a busy, busy day with work and school and your legs are tingly and your back is aching. All you want to do is get in bed with Harry but you have to push through and get some homework done otherwise tomorrow will be just as grueling. 

Harry’s been at the studio late all week. You’ve barely seen each other with your morning to evening schedule and his afternoon to late night one. You want him; you crave him.  The feeling of his warm chest pressed against your back, the small snores leaving his mouth, the sleepy kisses he presses to where ever he can reach when you two change positions. You want a good, old fashioned cuddle, to be frank. 

So when you’re borderline on tears when you finally get into bed, you can’t help but wear one of his shirts and cuddle one like a blanket too, in hopes of having some part of him close to you.Although you’re too stubborn to tell him that you just want to be held because he shouldn’t have to apologize for his job.  And you drift off, only to awake god knows how long later to the feeling of the mattress sinking next to you. A whine escapes you when you hear a chuckle and then the feeling of something being pulled away from you.

“Sh sh, s'just me love. S'this my shirt?” You hear him inquire in a rough voice.

“Mhm.” It’s garbled and he humphs, before his grabby hands are on your hip and tugging you towards him. 

His lips press to your forehead as you tangle up with him and his arms engulf you. “Long day?”

You nuzzle closer into his neck before rasping out, “You have no idea. Missed you.” 

 He sighs deeply, before running a hand over your hair and pressing a hard kiss to the top of your head, “Missed yeh too, love. M’here now, get some sleep fo’ me.“

You grumble into his skin, warm from a late night shower you presume. And you speak once more before the sleepiness takes you under again, “Want your shirt back. S’soft.” 

 He chuckles again, this one more sleepier than the last, “Why’s tha’? Hmm? Got the real deal right next t'yeh, pet. M’soft too, aren’t I?”

 And when you don’t respond he ducks his head down to peer at you with hooded eyes, to find you fast asleep with a small smile on your face. 

"Tha Realness (Instrumental with scratch chorus)"
Dj Premier
"Tha Realness (Instrumental with scratch chorus)"

“Tha Realness (Instrumental with scratch chorus)” by Dj Premier    

This is one of my favorite beats off the “Livin’ Proof” album, the eerie tickling piano sample with the laughing voices loop in the background, with the funky bass notes hypnotizes me.



beakosan  asked:

Does "tha real Isayama" know about this blog

Well, shortly after this blog got like really popular there was a notice from his staff that he only has ONE (1) blog (The livedoor one) and that was probably a coincident but I like to pretend it wasn’t 

The Accent Challenge (Big Payno Remix)
Naughty Fran
The Accent Challenge (Big Payno Remix)

THIS ACCENT CHALLENGE WAS A MESS AND A HALF, LET ME TELL YOU. I should’ve rerecorded and done more than one take but you know what, this is real, this is me. Thanks for the tag binch, @stylesmyth. U tha real MVP. 

I tag @mackabees, @wokeuptired, @marisa-writes and @primetimewritings and anyone else who’s feeling up to talking to themselves for a few minutes. I’m always down for that. 

  • Your name and username.
  • Where you’re from.
  • Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
  • What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
  • What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
  • What do you call gym shoes?
  • What do you call your grandparents?
  • What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
  • What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
  • Choose a book and read a passage from it.
  • Do you think you have an accent?
  • Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
  • End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.
THE SIGNS// stereotype ||| real life
  • Aries:
  • Real life/ Just needs a cookie
  • Taurus:
  • Stereotype/ touch my food, I'll break your neck, bitch
  • Real life/ calm as fuck and an actual art mom
  • Gemini:
  • Stereotype/ supports trump and WiLL sTaBb YOOOu In ThA BaCk
  • Real life/ very smart and loves late night conversations
  • Cancer:
  • Stereotype/ *just came out of the fkin whomb*
  • Real life/ will not take shit from you and also loves sweets
  • Leo:
  • Stereotype/ BOW DOWN BITCHEZ, I'm your queen
  • Real life/ Actually insecure and regrets a lot of decisions they made
  • Virgo:
  • Stereotype/ *cricket noices* BORINNGGGGG
  • Real life/ such a smol bean and doesn't want to grow up
  • Libra:
  • Real life/ can actual be A real bitch and talks behind ppls back
  • Scorpio:
  • Stereotype/ sex addicts "its not a phase mom"
  • Real life/ sweethearts and very pretty
  • Sagittarius:
  • Real life/ v smart and slightly egoistic
  • Capricorn:
  • Stereotype/ Mr. Krabs from Spongebob #MOnEeyyyy
  • Real life/ actually very sensitive and sooo sweet
  • Aquarius:
  • Stereotype/ an alien created by the illuminati
  • Real life/ fucking cool and passionate about what they love, also v hot
  • Pisces:
  • Stereotype/ Stoned crybaby, HAPPY 420 PEOPLE
  • Real life/ sensitive and just wants hugs but also is to confused to get what is going on
  • -

Prompt: Drew Galloway Daddy!Kink - Anon

Last of my first batch of requests And OH Daddy….

@blondekel77 @wweismyguiltypleasure 



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Folks, today marked the one year anniversary of thingsfittingperfectlyintothings, and as a small token of gratitude to our readers, we will use this, our first and only post of a textual nature, to share this nugget of perfect-fit trivia with you:

The name “thingsfittingperfectlyintothings” is the maximum character length for a username on tumblr - It fits perfectly!