the butterflies in my stomach

Tonight I avoided being majorly t-boned by a guy running a red light because I always take an extra second or two to look again before I really accelerate after the light turns green. His light had been red for several seconds, so it’s not like it was one of those “just barely” red lights scooting through. Right at the intersection of the highway by our house, where accidents happen quite frequently. Definitely got the butterflies going in my stomach!

This post brought to you by “I’m glad to be writing this from the comfort of my living room and not a hospital bed or my grave”.

anonymous asked:

I DONT KNOW WHY! I JUST DONT KNOW! But EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME I read the line "Get what you need" my stomach FLIPS! IM JUST IMAGINING USING HARRY TO GET YOURSELF OFF AND HES HAPPILY LETTING YOU! THIS CONCEPTS MAKES ME GET BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH, SNATCHES MY WIG, and HAS ME JUMPING OFF A CLIF AT THE SAME. DAMN. TIME. Like I could cry. I just needed to get that off my chest. 😅

OH MY GOD SAME. MAYBE YOU’RE ON HIS THIGH, WHIMPERING AND MOANING AND HOLDING ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, AS HARRY JERKS HIMSELF OFF.

MAYBE HE BOUNCES HIS THIGH, JUST TO HEAR YOU CRY OUT AND SEE YOUR BODY SHUDDER ON HIM.

“C'MON, DON’T STOP. RIDE MY THIGH LIKE YEH WOULD M’ COCK, LOVE.”

AND HE’S BREATHING HEAVILY AS HE WORKS HIS PALM UP AND DOWN ON HIS SHAFT, LOOKING IN AWE AT WAY YOUR LIP IS BETWEEN YOUR TEETH, AND HIS THIGH IS GLISTENING FROM YOUR JUICES.

“THAT’S IT. GET WHAT YEH NEED.”

*clears throat* just needed to get that out of my chest. xx

Buying me something designer and expensive will never fill my stomach with the butterflies that appear when I’m about travel and fly out instead. It’s cheaper too. Understand that experiences will always outweigh materialism. I don’t want new meaningless possessions, I want to lay up with you at 80 and laugh about all the memories we created in our youth.

- Meggan Roxanne
I will never forget the first time we held hands. The soft touch of our palms. The uncertainty relieved with our fingers locked together. My stomach bursting with butterflies. It was something so underrated yet so gentle,so perfect and so powerful. Funny how starlight was brought forth by two imperfect hands. For holding your hand felt like holding your soul.
tsundere (m)

Originally posted by nnochu

⇢ resident advisor! yoongi x reader, college au

⇢ word count: 11.2k

⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived. 

⇢ warnings: angst, smut

🎵 song recommendation: something just like this by coldplay x the chainsmokers

a/n: finally something that isn’t pwp????? :”) 


Panic races through your veins and fills up your airway, causing your breathing to double itself, chest heaving in an attempt to calm yourself down. No, this can’t be happening, you chant to yourself over and over. The clock on your laptop is glaringly bright in the near darkness of your room, and the numbers burn themselves into the back of your eyelids. When you close your eyes, the uncomfortable stinging of your contact lenses makes your eyes water and at this point they might as well be tears of desperation.

It’s not like you’ve never had writer’s block before, you reason with yourself. You just have to start writing and edit along the way. Your own voice of reason is drowned out by the anxiety that echoes all the possible consequences of not acing this paper. It’s nearly 4 am and the essay you have so far in front of you is not enough to get an A, you know it in your bones but you can’t come up with anything better either. You could just submit this as it is, but anything less than an A on this paper would pull you down from the cusp of that ever elusive first class honours. And you can’t afford to graduate with anything less than that. The very thought of it sends a fresh chill of panic that creeps down your spine and jolts your fingers into a typing frenzy, spilling thoughts and ideas onto your screen till you reach the end of the page.

But when you read over what you’ve written, it doesn’t make sense at all, just incoherent rambling sentences strung together into a never ending paragraph. In frustration you shove your laptop away from you and push back your chair, reaching for your keys and phone. Sneaking a peek at your roommate’s still form across the room, you let yourself out of the room silently, feeling your tensed shoulders relax immediately as the cool night air embraces you with open arms.

It’s a little chilly to be out in just a long shirt and sleep shorts, but since there’s no one awake to catch you dressed like this, it’s the least of your concerns for now. The balcony that is attached to your room affords a little privacy, and it’s one of the perks of occupying the corner room on this floor. The tranquillity of the cold, autumn night directly contrasts with the millions of theories and concepts running through your mind, and any attempts at clearing your mind are failing pathetically. The residential halls are eerily silent at this time of the night, and as you glance down over the protective railings, you consider how easy it would be to just climb over, just one leg over and then-

“Late night?” You whirl around at the interruption of a raspy, gruff voice sounding from behind you. Your eyes are met with a figure clothed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans, but it’s only when you squint in the darkness to survey his face that you realise who he is.

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Totally craving:

• flirty conversation
• cuddles
• kisses
• night owl, flirty texting buddy
• butterflies in my stomach
• a girlfriend

Writing Strong Emotions

@chemistreat asked: “How can one control and write the pure emotion of learning you aren’t who you think you are- in ethnicity, religion, race or otherwise? Something that makes a character rethink all of their traditions?”

When it comes to writing these moments of epiphany or emotional overload, it might feel like your writing in these scenes just can’t get to that level of emotion you hope to achieve. With some of these moments, the emotion might start to feel cheesy or just not enough, or it might be such a mess of different emotions, like anger, shock, disappointment, and betrayal that you don’t really know how to show it all. 

In either case, the big emotions are not easy, however there are a few techniques you can use to become better at putting them into words. 

1. Describe the setting after… This is one exercise that helps you write with emotion in a way that goes beyond what the protagonist may be able to directly express. Examples of this might include, describe a living room after an argument. Or describe a bride’s bedroom the morning before her wedding. These exercises force you to think of how emotion can shape the world of your novel beyond just the protagonist’s experiences. 

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Dance With Me

Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter Parker listen to Peter’s favorite song.

AN: I FELT THE NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT OF NOWHERE BECAUSE THE INFINITY WAR TRAILER MADE ME SAD AND I’M PRETTY SURE IT MADE EVERYONE ELSE SAD TOO SO HERE’S A SHORT FLUFFY PIECE TO HELP US FORGET THE ANGST 

also listen to never let her slip away by andrew gold when you read this it’s a beautiful song <3

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist // 


Originally posted by parkers-myth

“You are going to hurt yourself!” I warned my idiotic boyfriend as he did handstands around his room.

“You worry too much, babe!” He screamed, still upside down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone on the bed. I unlocked it and saw a picture of him kissing me on the cheek as his wallpaper. Smiling, I saw that his music app was open. “Ow! Damnit Ned left a part of his Death Star here.” 

I looked up and saw Peter, now right side up, clutching his hand with a lone Lego piece beside him. “Told you you were gonna get hurt.” I went back to scrolling through his playlist.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, huh?” The bed suddenly bounced when Peter flopped down on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder watching me scroll.

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Just a thought...

Todoroki basically did a full round circle on the day he declared rivalry against Izuku. During morning, he said that he “didn’t want to pretend be buddies” and he was sitting on the edge the whole time until they had their showdown and basically in the afternoon, he went from this angsty little ball into a boy with a gentler look in his eyes as he says, “has he always been like that? he always likes to drag out people’s inner demons and crush them himself”

it all happened in a day and all it took to crush Todoroki’s tormenting past were very simple words: “your power is your power” and “fight on!! Don’t you dare give up!!!”

Sometimes I wonder if it could’ve been anyone else other than Izuku but I don’t get the feeling. Todoroki basically recognised Izuku’s potential to save him seeing how he forced Todoroki to use his left hand to counter his attack, so that’s why he told Izuku about his past. He may have subconsciously wanted help since he’s such a stubborn kid, but he really did choose the right person, consciously or not.

Also I feel like Izuku didn’t only crush Todoroki’s shackles from his dad’s terrible intentions, he also freed him from his self-hatred??? I felt like this entire time, he was trying hard to validate himself but ended up inflicting himself more pain by pretending his left side never existed. Needless to say, what Izuku did for Todoroki was definitely a huge turn in both of their lives.

I just love these boys so much - they understand each other well, complement each other very well and support each other more than any other bond I’ve ever seen. It’s just so subtle and natural that when you do actually look into their relationship, it just all falls into place so well. Friendship or not, it’s undeniable that these two are going to have a lifelong mutual understanding of each other.

I’m scared that you’re a permanent memory. The one that will make my stomach feel butterflies, the one that will make me drop my cup when I remember the shade of blue you eyes were, how your lips would curl into a smile, or how perfect your lips connected with mine.
—  P.G.G
His || Jungkook || 0.19

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Just Right

MASTERLIST

Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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