Started thinking about Halloween instead of sleeping cause that’s just how I roll. Here are my thoughts:

  • Pidge is a gremlin who lives for candy and scaring… Most likely not putting up decorations on August 1st but definitely is planning out the Scare Of A Lifetime (Target: Lance)
  • Hunk would kill a man for those king sized candy bars… But he’s too busy planning the Halloween party/sleepover to start putting up decorations yet. That’s September 1st.
  • … Do you think Lance would unironically ironically wear those ‘sexy’ Halloween costumes? I… Maybe? Half as a joke, half as an excuse to show off his shaved legs.
  • There are no trick-or-treaters in the desert… Keith has done away with Halloween. He doesn’t really care. Hunk and Pidge probably hang up some of those decorations that jump out on you and well… Keith has paranoid reflexes and a knife. Rip the decorations.
  • Shiro uses his laser robot hand to carve the space pumpkins… Okay that doesn’t sound like it would end well lmao, maybe they make the pumpkins out of metal. That would actually be really cool. Shiro is an arts and crafts God.
  • Allura and Coran get Really Into It because Altea had nothing like this so they’re thrilled to experience some (American) traditions. YO Allura can shapeshift so Pidge convinces her to shapeshift into some traditional horror film monster and they scare the SHIT out of Lance. I love it.

Halloween is primarily an American-centric holiday though so I could see half the team honestly not caring at all lmfao.

anonymous asked:

Harry moaning with you because you two moaning in unison is the most beautiful sound in the world. Killed myself. I'm out. Byeee

You’re under him.

Even though you really enjoy riding him, and watching him come undone - being completely surrounded by him - his forearms on either side of you, weight of him pressed up against your chest, his kisses and the way he smells, and breathes - this is how you like it.

You like to be able to touch and scratch at his chest. You like to be able to pull your legs around his waist to make him go deeper, pulling your ass up so his angle hits your right spot.

And you see stars. Immediately.

When you do, you clench - and that brings out a low, guttural, “Holy shit” moan from the depths of your stomach. 

He knows this.

So when he does hit you just right, he captures your moan in his mouth with his own, moaning with you. The noise is overwhelming, and in your head, because it’s in your mouth - and you can hear him, now. On top of all of your senses being used, now you can hear him. Like, hear him, hear him.

And it spins you out of control - makes you start to tremble and grip his biceps with your nails, and he moans again at the feeling because he loves you causing him pain because he’s pleasuring you.

“Such a good girl… cum all over me, baby”, and he stills, just grinding in your one spot, and you fall apart.

Later on, after all is said and done and you’re showering together, you kiss his pecs, holding his warm and wet body close.

“Sorry if I’m so vanilla with our sex life. I just - love the way you feel on top of me.”

He leans back and glances down at you, laughing a bit.

“Silly girl,” he kisses your forehead, “I love being in charge of you”, he kisses your head again, “and, I love watching you coming undone while I am”, and he brings you closer, rubbing circles on your back.

‘Vanilla’ it is.

Just trying to look all jacked and stuff 😎😂 even though I don’t feel like it today because I have the lowest energy ever. It was pretty bad yesterday too, but I ignored it and made myself do a long, challenging leg day and today I’m feeling it 😪 It’s funny, cause I’m actually proud of myself for taking today off. It’s important to push yourself, but I never used to listen to my body and would just beat myself up, which would make me burn out or hurt myself. It’s a lifestyle, and it’s ok to take an extra day off now and then if you reallyy need it. 😴💤 I’m definitely excited for my lift and cardio tomorrow though 🙆🏼
Training available👉🏼

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anonymous asked:

So bugs really creep me out, but I like bug taxidermy so like how could I get over being fearful of bugs that are alive?

It depends on what kind of bugs you’re afraid of. Spiders used to scare me really bad, even the little ones, but I’ve somewhat gotten over that fear by trying to think of them as ants with more legs and cooler abilities, like superhero ants. Big spiders can still be scary, but that’s within reason because they could hurt me and stuff. It’s always good to be cautious around bugs even if you know you’re safe just so you don’t hurt the bug
Learning more about them helps too, the more you know about something, the less there is for your mind to make up into something terrifying.

anonymous asked:

prompt, maybe? Jesse teasingly adoring Hanzo's delicate ankles / feet, comparing them to his twin dragons' legs, but Hanzo not realizing or taking it as teasing, and gets so fluffed up and proud YES I AM STRONG DRAGON c:<'

I’m going to be completely honest, I cannot do this prompt justice. It sounds absolutely adorable and endearing and I just feel like I’d fuck it up. But anon, this is an amazing prompt and I want to personally thank you for giving me that mental image. It’s so sweet, it’s gonna give me cavities.

anonymous asked:

Can you continue your roommate feysand au Please !

You can find the first part here :)

Since the last one was all NSFW, this is going to be pure, unending fluff. I hope you guys like it :) I sort of wrote something earlier but then I clicked back by accident and everything wasn’t saved :/ so I hope this lives up to my first draft.

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.



Feyre moaned as Rhys’s hands trailed up the centre of her bare spine then back down. She buried herself deeper into his neck, tightening her arms and legs around his body. A soft chuckle left Rhys’s lips as his hands started massaging her upper back softly and his lips moved to kiss her forehead.

“Good morning, Feyre,” he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse from just waking up and filled with satisfaction from the night before. 

“Morning,” she muttered, simply burying her face deeper into his chest and kissing the area there softly.

Rhys’s hand continued to massage her back, tempting Feyre to repeat the things she did last night. She sat up against his hips and smiled down at him, her hair beautifully tangled and her eyes still hooded with sleep. He brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing her cheek bones softly. She looked beautiful. The light from the window beside them illuminating her from behind, giving her an angelic glow. 

“You look beautiful,” Rhys blurted out, his cheeks reddening from his sudden words.

Feyre laughed softly, rubbing the palm of her hands against his chest where it was resting since the moment she woke up. She leaned down and kissed his lips softly as her answer. Their mouths opened for each other, their tongues dancing against each others. This kiss was different from the ones last night. It was slow, tender as if they had all the time in the world. Which they sort of do since it was a Saturday. Rhys couldn’t help but let a moan leave his mouth from the delectable taste of her lips. 

Feyre pulled away moments later when they both needed air. She shifted to lay beside him and rested her head against his magnificently, tattooed chest. She tossed one of her legs over his torso and rested one of her arms against his chest, beside her head. Her other arm was curled against her. Her hand started tracing the intricate swirls on his chest, just the way he liked it. 

“I’ve noticed after awhile that you seem to like my tattoos a lot. Why’s that, darling?” Rhys drawled out, his voice full of teasing.

Damn it. She didn’t think he’d notice how her eyes would sometime linger longer on his chest than the rest of her body. 

“What? Am I not allowed to love my boyfriend’s tattoos?”

Only after the words left her lips did her cheeks redden and her eyes widened.

Shit. I said boyfriend.

Rhys’s smile turned into a full on, shit-eating grin the moment the word left her lips. Feyre’s cheeks reddened further as she buried her face into his neck. He laughed from her reaction as he tilted his head sideways to give more access. 

“Just saying, darling, I’d absolutely love to be your boyfriend.” 

Feyre growled against his neck, which made him laugh harder. She kissed his neck softly before leaning her chin against his chest and facing him. She gave him a pout, her eyebrows furrowed. Rhys smiled at her.

So beautiful, he thought.

He ran his hand through her hair before tucking one side of the tangled mess behind her ear. 

Rhys’s grin turned into an affectionate smile.

“In all honesty though, Feyre,” his smiled widened slightly, “Will you give me the chance to be your boyfriend? For as long as you would have me?”

Feyre melted from his words, her eyes shining with joy. 

“And what if I want you forever?”

Rhys’s eyes somewhat glistened, but Feyre didn’t know whether it was real or not. His smile turned into a grin once more, “Even better, darling.”

Feyre was sure her grin mirrored his as she leaned down and kissed him once again. Her hand trailed up from his chest to cup his cheek, pulling him impossibly closer. Rhysand’s hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her so there was no space between his chest and hers.

They pulled away when their chests were both heaving up and down from the lack of breathe. But they both had the same expression: happiness. Feyre leaned her forehead against his and pecked his lips.

“Rhysand,” she paused, “Of course I’d give you the chance to be my boyfriend. If you didn’t know that after last night, I’d be worried how dense you are.”

Rhys laughed quietly, staring at her with eyes full of adoration.

“And I’d love to be your girlfriend, Rhys. As long as you would have me.”

“Then sadly, Feyre, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

Feyre grinned, using his own words against him, “Even better.” 

Rhys smiled, flipping them over so he was above her and kissed her once more. Both of them pulling away laughing and cuddling once more.

Morning couldn’t have been better.

Being Daniel Atlas' child would involve.

Originally posted by kpfun

@charliesxora hope you like it!❤️
  • Everyone commenting on the fact that you are practically the same person
  • It’s mostly because you can be quite sarcastic and snarky at times, especially when you’re in a bad mood
  • When you were younger, you’d always end up pulling his trouser leg or shirt sleeve until he’d pick you up and spin you around. This normally ended in you giggling and squealing and then asking him to do it again which he’d willingly oblige to with a laugh.
  • The Horsemen quickly learning that magic was one of the easy ways to subdue you when you were upset
  • ‘When I grow up, I’m going to be a magician just like you, Daddy’
  • Him teaching you to call Henley ‘Hen’ which irritates her way more than she lets on
  • Daniel always spoiling you and buying you whatever you want, especially things like sweets and candy floss which he’ll tend to ‘magic’ out of thin air
  • You being really mischievous and constantly trying to listen in to the Horsemen’s conversations so that you can find out how they do their tricks
  • Henley taking you out shopping with her so you can buy whatever you want and you normally end up lugging bags of random items by the end
  • Jack is the one who always knows how to make you laugh and acts like an older brother most of the time
  • Merritt is the one who will normally make inappropriate jokes in front of you which results in Daniel covering your ears as Henley tells him off; Jack normally just laughs
  • Him constantly telling you to try your best and reassuring you if you ever feel like you’re not good enough
  • ‘What does Uncle Merritt mean when he says that I need the bird and bees talk?’ ’…MCKINNEY, Y/N IS ONLY SIX!’ ‘I’m big now though daddy, I want to learn about birds because I like them!’
  • Him being overly protective because he can’t stand the thought of anything bad happening to you
  • Goodnight kisses on the forehead before you go to bed, even when you become a teenager
  • 'Please tell me that you and Henley didn’t actually actually date, Dad’
  • You being incorporated into the Horsemen’s acts
  • Being really close to your dad and knowing that you can always rely on him and that he’d be willing to do anything for you

anonymous asked:

You're super cute omg

I’m trying to save money, so I bought these really cheap razors, figuring that cheap ones couldn’t be THAT bad, but it straight-up snapped in half while I was shaving my legs! And I didn’t feel like getting out of the shower to get another one, so I just left the house with one leg shaved.

Which wouldn’t be noticeable if I shaved my legs often, but performing femininity takes foreverrr and I got shit to do, so it was really, really obvious that I had one super smooth leg and one gleaming pillar erected in honor of the stubble gods.

What I’m saying is, I’ve only mastered the art of fooling people into thinking I’m a person from the neck up, so you might wanna’ hold off on the compliments.

preston headcanons, part iii - the final chapter

previous: pt i, pt ii

- animal lover. except insects. but deathclaws are actually really neat from a distance… it’s when they get up close that’s not so awesome. also, after cleaning out the castle… if he ever sees another mirelurk it’ll be too soon.

- you know that guy who can bust out with random factoids about things that most people find useless, like little pre-war tidbits of knowledge about buildings or plants or animals? that’s preston. 

- very leggy. long legs. he’s a tall fellow, a good 6′ 2″ - and pretty much on the thin side, not from lack of eating or anything. he’s just always been thin. but he’s got muscle, from all that walking and fighting -basically, a lot stronger than he might look. as such, people might not take him for someone who can help or seriously, when they see him. 

- light sleeper. from years of needing to be up and ready at basically a moment’s notice, it’s very easy to wake him up out of even the soundest sleep. once he’s awake, he’s awake – there’s usually no going back to bed after that, so he’ll do some stretches, read a book or go patrol until it’s time to be up.

- on that same note, he’s always been prone to nightmares, even before quincy but after that it was unbearable to sleep for a while because of them and their intensity. he’s quiet about them, though – so it’s not very obvious. no violent thrashing, or jolting awake – just mumbles a bit, breathing gets a little erratic… only sturges and mama murphy noticed before sanctuary. 

- learned to shoot a gun at 10 years old. his older sister was the one to teach him, didn’t actually like doing it and wasn’t very good at it. maybe it was just the feel of the weapons that use bullets, he strongly prefers the laser weapons and is a damn fine shot with any laser weapon. the musket is naturally, his favorite.

- feels crazily vulnerable and slightly insecure about not wearing his hat. it’s not just about keeping dry in the rain, or the sun out of his eyes, but it also takes some of the focus off his scars, and just generally feels awkward when he’s not wearing it. unless it’s bed time. or bathing. obviously.  

chocolatechipcutie  asked:

i can imagine sam and t'challe tryna outdo each other for the title of marvel's beyonce bc they dont wanna be the rihanna like sam *casually does some flexible ass heax shit like lifting his leg all the way up* okay but you dont stand a chance t'challa *pirouettes the splits and manages to damn near knock bucky stefani out with a bat* you were saying?? steve tries to bring rhodey into it but he's like i have accepted the title of ciara leave me alone you white no assless devil

“i have accepted the title of ciara”


“I would appreciate if you could maintain some self-respect this evening.” Don finished adjusting his tie, turning to face his wife. “Considering these guests are not familiar with your extracurricular activities, I’d rather them not see you flaunting your wares in such a brazen manner. Keep your skirt down and your legs closed for once.” He tugged on his vest. “I rather like this, don’t you?”

“Fucking bastard!”

“No darling, you fuck the bastards. I only fuck the bitches. Finish up the fuss that makes you the beauty that you are, press on the smile I love looking down at and meet me at the door. Our guests will be arriving soon." 

He stepped around her without an acknowledgment of the flush of anger on her cheeks.

"Oh. I almost forgot,” he stopped and cocked his head. A smug smile spreading as he got to the bedroom door. “There’s a party favor for you on the bureau.” He continued down the hall as he heard the rush of her footsteps over to find the line of coke. 

My dog is a cuddler and sometimes when I’m working on the couch, she’ll lay down next to me but in the middle of all her naps she’ll wake up a bit, lick my leg or my arm and go back to sleep. Like she’s mostly asleep but she still wants to take care of her human and I get really emotional about it.

Zuli is on 8 weeks stall rest. She’s not coming back into work. She’ll most likely be okay for walking trail rides.
The vet said with her injury it’s a miracle she was schooling second/third level.
It definitely happened on the track. And 5 vets missed it.

How the fuck do 5 vets miss an old sesamoid fracture? That leg has been X-rayed 3 times, like wtf.

I’m honestly so sad right now, I love her so much and she loved me. And it’s just not going to be the same not being able to ride her or see her everyday.
I’m so scared of loosing her. And I feel so guilty because I want to keep riding and working my way up the levels but I need a sound horse to do that.
But I don’t really want to ride another horse, besides Zuli and India.

I’m just not ready to put my heart into another horse. The only thing making me feel better is that she’s not in pain, she’s happy and she will be the most adorable pasture ornament in the world.

I guess I’ll keep crying in the bathroom at school until I can’t anymore

I actually went for a bike ride, long enough to give me the jelly legs upon my return, but not so long that I won’t be able to function when we finish up the firewood work tonight.
I want a gold star, because the odds of getting a cookie are slim. Actually they’re not. Al doesn’t like peanut butter cookies. I gently asked if he’d had a traumatic childhood experience involving them, but he didn’t elaborate. He likes p.b. and he likes cookies…so…wtf dude? Anyway, regardless of the reasons, more for me.

years of repetitive kicking motions and goalkeeper-diving-save trauma on my hip have left me with a wonky hip flexor, and when I woke up Sunday, I literally could not get out of bed. turns out, there’s not much you can do when your hip won’t move. anyway, I can move it without crying now, but that muscle is sooo tight that my right leg is temporarily shorter than the left, forcing me to spend the next few days walking around like the Dark, Mysterious Minor Character in a Movie…the Girl Who’s Seen Some Things.

Whose run is it anyways, where everything is made up and the points don’t matter 😝 bonus points if you get that reference. This is what I like to call “hell week”. The week where you start running again after not running for months and your legs feel like they’re going to fall off. At least I’m still able to run straight without stopping. Just very, very slowly 🐢 #fitness #fitnessmotivation #fattofitjourney #fattofit #weightloss #weightlossjourney #runner #running

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My tall girlfriend is so rude
  • (Talking about meeting her at her office.)
  • Me:I could sit on your desk like a vampy noir dame, long cigarette in a holder and looking like danger just strolled in through the front door.
  • Her:Haha, I would love to watch you femme fatale. Dame, you’ve got legs that go all the way up to… most people’s knees.
  • Me:Come down here and say that to my face >_>