the food was amazing as well

You weren’t suppose to leave. I wasn’t suppose to be in the pain I am right now. We were suppose to be together doing everything we loved to do, like go on random trips to random places and eat all the food we loved. I’d be holding your hand as we drove, and sneak over the occasional kisses. We would have our amazing dates where we would dress up, as well as our staying in dates, where we would watch all your favorite shows and movies. Even though I didn’t like some, you know I would always do anything for you. We would have our late night conversations about the most random things like aliens and mermaids. Or about the universe and how we both believed we were soulmates. I’d be admiring the sleeping figure in my arms as your breathing evened out. I’d be observing you as you slept, and not to be creepy at all, but I would always do it any chance I got because dear God, you were so perfect and so unaware of it. I could have sworn you were the one. You brought so much happiness to my life and you made it complete. You encouraged me and believed in me when no one else did. But what happened? How did I end up in the corner of my room sobbing as you left and took my life with you? How did it end like this?

All it takes is five minutes. Just a single five minutes of your day to pause, breathe, and centre yourself.

Make sure that your body is taken care of; you’re hydrated, absent of pain, and extracting beautiful energy from the food in your stomach.
Make sure that your mind is nourished as well; you’re genuinely content, happy, or aware that the bad emotions will not last forever. You are able to think clearly, and not only see, but understand the meaning of your life.

Be patient. Nourish your soul. Take care of your body. Become whole.

I am so confused.

Why do men on SA mention in their bios that they’re not “full of money” or “want a relationship that exchanges money” or that they “want to be loved for them.” It’s the same story I’ve heard from escorts who have clients who ask them to lower their rates. Or from POT salt daddies who don’t understand why a blanket $3,000 allowance is reasonable.

If you want a regular girlfriend to love you for who you are go to a regular site. Match, OK Cupid, Tinder, Bumble, Christian Mingle, your local neighbourhood coffee shop.

Is it because you want the gorgeous bombshell with the amazing style and the well-traveled look? That girl with the perfect skin, her face oil cost $72 and her eye cream is $40. That girl with the long flawless waves, her hair costs $100 to cut, easy $150 on products, blowout and style for $50. The one with the incredible body, she pays for a personal trainer and a nutritionist and shops exclusively at Whole Foods organic section. The one with the brilliant mind, her education is 30K.

You want EVERYTHING for NOTHING. The best of the best for zero. Then you’ll complain about feminism and expect her to go Dutch on dinner.

Get off SA, don’t approach the expensive-looking escort, don’t introduce yourself as a sugar daddy if you’re not going to pay for the fantasy you so desperately want.

🙄✋🏻

quick and easy scented dough recipe

so easy in fact, you only need two ingredients: scented lotion and cornstarch

You just mix them together (i’m not gonna specify any measurements bc every lotion is different, but you should have more cornstarch, at least 2:1) and you get a soft dough that feels exactly like playdough but smells great!

And if you want to add some color, it takes food coloring very well

That said, it’s not without drawbacks. It dries out very quickly  so when you’re done playing with it you either need to store it in an airtight container or throw it away. 

Still, it’s quick, simple, and fun and it smells amazing. 

A/N: here’s some hades!harry! Sorry if it’s shitty I’m trying to get back in the game! And sorry for any typos and mistakes! Enjoy :-)


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Being a god comes with a large bundle of heightened emotions and Harry honestly wishes that they came with an off switch. Celestial beings are called “celestial” for a reason, after all. They’re abnormally better than any human, and thus they must keep an attitude and air that enforces nothing less, but damn feelings for being able to get in the way so easily at times.

Gods must be calm and collected under the most extraneous situations, they must rule with an iron fist, and most importantly, they must forbid emotions from deterring them in any way. He’s not saying that he hates feeling emotions more intensely; some are worth the toil. Pleasure, for example, is felt tenfold what any human could handle and he can almost say that this alone makes the troubles worth it. But it’s moments such as now that bring forward overpowering feelings that he wishes he could cast aside: a dangerous mixture of excitement and anxiousness.

More specifically, the excitement and anxiousness that comes with the return of his beloved wife, Persephone (or as he calls her, Y/N), from being away for her given six months of the year.

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I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.

Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.

“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.

Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.

“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”

Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.

Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.

A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.

Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”

Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”

Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”

“The [——]. It [——] awful. I’m so sorry.”

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My Fake boyfriend Part 7

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2273

Warnings: SO MUCH FUFFLY

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by winterwldow

Bucky gets off of the bench, offering you his hand. You accept gladly smiling at him, but his mind can’t focus on anything now. Would you let him kiss you? Would you be mad at him for asking? Maybe you would just politely decline; he wouldn’t blame you for not being attracted to him.

In the dinner room everybody is already sitting waiting for the two of you, including an old couple that he assumes to be Lucas’ parents and the way they are looking at you leaves him no doubts.

He sits by your side on the table watching as you smile at him and he kisses your hand. It is a small gesture, sure real couples do this all the time but it was also a way for him to say that things were alright between you two.

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Impulse (Jungkook)

Angst/Fluff
Badboy AU
5484 Words 
The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed and gripped his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened he was able to catch every time she licked her lips out of nervousness, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

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skymurdock  asked:

psst! thoughts on Lyra Erso, especially what you think might've happened if she had somehow survived? does she get to meet Beru and Breha, do they form a little club of middle-aged women in the Rebellion?

The crystal was…interesting. 

Breha had wandered over to the cluttered table out of vague interest—amid the looming structures and finicky-looking equipment, the table was the only thing she trusted herself not to damage. It was a chaotic mess, tools and rock samples and notes scrawled on flimsi all scattered, stacked haphazardly. But Breha’s gaze had been drawn to the innocuous white crystal immediately. She couldn’t help picking it up, turning it over in her hand. Someone had drilled a hole through one end, and threaded a cord through it, as though it was meant to be worn as a pendant.

It felt oddly warm against her skin, like something living.

Breha thought of Leia inexplicably, and for a moment she panicked—but Leia was fine, stuck in yet another strategy meeting. She would be there in the mess for dinner, probably arguing with Captain Solo, or trying to bite back a grin as Luke teased Lieutenant Antilles. Leia was fine. She was—

Breha startled at the sound of a loud grunt, too-close behind her. When she whirled around there was a helmeted sentient sticking out of what had previously been a gaping hole in the ground. The faint sound of hammering, voices, could still be heard drifting up from depths unknown.

“Oh!” the human woman—at least, Breha was reasonably sure; it was hard to tell under the layer of grime—said. She hauled herself up and out of the hole, stumbled to her feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here. Have you been waiting long?”

“Only a moment or so,” Breha demurred. Now that she could see all of her, the sentient was definitely a human woman, dressed in something that may have, at one time, been a Rebel uniform. (It was encrusted with entirely too much dirt to be called that anymore.) She had repurposed a blaster bandolier, and stuck it full of what looked like laserscopes and spectrographs. 

There was a pickax at her hip.

Breha cleared her throat, tried again. “I was told Lyra Erso—”

“You must be with Acquisitions! They said someone would be coming by for the wishlist.”

“It’s not a wishlist,” Breha said, but she couldn’t summon her usual fierceness, the accompanying lecture about the importance of resource planning. 

So this was Lyra Erso.

Your husband killed my husband, Breha thought dizzily. She’d forgotten how to breathe, what came after exhale.

“Yes, yes,” Lyra Erso said, waving a hand dismissively. She had come to stand beside Breha, and was sifting through the cluttered mess of the desk with purpose. “I swear on the Force, the Rebellion has become almost as bad as the Order was when it comes to paperwork…”

Breha blinked. “The Order?”

Lyra Erso froze, a sheaf of flimsi in her hand. Breha watched a complicated expression flicker across her face, and then slide away. “Oh. That’s—I mean the Jedi Order,” she finally said, stiltedly. “I was…a youngling. At the temple on Coruscant. In another life.”

Now that Breha was looking, she could see that the lines around Lyra Erso’s mouth, her eyes, were not cracks in the dirt—she had to be just older than Breha, and that was a strange thought, that Galen Erso’s widow was the same age as Bail Organa’s.

“AgriCorps?” Breha hazarded. She wasn’t sure if there was a politer way to say, so you never made it to padawan.

“Engineering division. Mining geology and geoengineering, mainly.” Lyra Erso straightened up, and looked Breha in the eye. “You?”

“I was not in the AgriCorps,” Breha retorted dryly. Lyra Erso pulled a face, and Breha found herself adding, “But I knew many Jedi.”

“Ah. From Coruscant, then?”

“Alderaan,” Breha said, and Lyra Erso jerked, stumbling a few steps back, away from Breha. All the blood had drained from her face, and Breha watched her throat work as she swallowed.

“Oh.”

“My husband was a senator on Coruscant for many years, though, and counted some of the High Councilors his friends.”

“I know,” Lyra said weakly. She looked as though she wasn’t breathing. “I—heard stories of Senator Organa. Though more from…My husband was a engineer. He worked on military contracts, so he—”

“I am aware,” Breha said, and she wasn’t able to keep the ice and fury out of her voice this time, not entirely. Lyra flinched.

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imagine CEO kim seokjin.

Originally posted by eatjin

  • you have the most handsome boss in all of creation, good luck.
  • first things first, kim seokjin is heir to one of the great business empires on his side of the planet.
  • for the moment though he’s just managing a few of the smaller branches as well as all the charities and his passion project, a moderately successful chain of restaurants.
  • you find work in one of these aforementioned branches, filling in as his secretary when his PA needs time off to care for their sick mother.
  • and he’s so stressed and busy he doesn’t even notice until around lunchtime when he bursts out of his office in a frenzy.
  • “assistant choi! you’re not assistant choi. where’s assistant choi?”
  • you remind him and he’s like “oops, i thought that was next week.”
  • because he can manage twelve charities and two businesses at once, he can clothe and feed himself because he’s a big boy, but he can’t organise anything. that’s what he needs you for.
  • also he can’t tie a tie properly.
  • he probably went to harvard business school, but he can’t tie a tie for shit. it’s always askew or crumpled or something, so you look knots up online because you’re just itching to fix it for him.
  • but you don’t actually approach him with the offer for a while, that would be inappropriate. instead you wait for him to tie it himself and ultimately fail, before you offer your help.
  • he accepts gratefully, and watches you concentrate in the agitating piece of cloth as if an angel just descended to save him from drowning.
  • later he admits that was when he knew he would fall in love with you.
  • and after that, whenever he has an important meeting to attend, you gotta fix his tie for him. it’s like ur lil ritual, and it helps him calm down and prepare.
  • sometimes he neglects to eat though. 
  • like when he’s trying to stay on top of events and important paperwork and running back and forth between meetings and you start to wonder if you should be organising meals for him as well.
  • he works so hard you end up feeling like you can’t just leave him alone in his office even if the work day is technically over, so you sit around answering emails as you wait for him to dismiss you.
  • eventually you just Go For It and order a bunch of food in, not knowing what he likes, because you’re hungry too dangit.
  • so at like 7pm you knock softly and ask him is it okay if you bring him something to eat.
  • kim seokjin could cry at that moment, but also he’s like “wait, you’re still here? why are you still here?”
  • you recite him his dinner options and by the end he’s almost visibly drooling.
  • “that sound amazing, do i have to choose?”
  • “well, one of them was for me.”
  • “which one?”
  • “whichever you didn’t want.”
  • “can’t we just share all of it?”
  • and so you and your new boss end up sitting across from one another on his plush expensive carpet, and have a virtual take-out feast.
  • and you’re both exhausted so you know he’s killing it with the dad jokes and his windshield wiping laughter just makes everything ten times funnier. lbr you probably peed yourself a little.
  • it’s late when you finally leave, so he drives you home.
  • the drive is nice and quiet and before you know it you’ve fallen asleep.
  • also you don’t know this but he was parked outside your house for like ten minutes before he mustered up the courage to wake you, like “ok we’re here!!!! hahahaha,,ha,,,ha,,,,, ah”
  • weeks pass, and jin’s dad is constantly piling more responsibility on him, which means more branches, which means jin has to travel more, and he takes you with him because he’s useless without you.
  • and you two are just so comfortable around each other from the start ??
  • but more importantly you really enjoy one another’s company and are constantly drawn together.
  • so eventually, always eating room service together turns into always spending time in the same room, which turns into eventually only booking one room with separate beds.
  • because more money saved is more money to charity. 
  • right? 
  • right ????
  • and guess what. 
  • eventually the hotel fucks up, but everything is so hectic you don’t even notice until it’s too late and you come back from a conference at night to find you only have one bed.
  • whoopsie daisy~
  • honestly though you’re both so exhausted because you flew in early that morning, jin falls asleep with all his clothes on and you don’t even care and pass out beside him like two minutes later.
  • when you wake however, he has shrugged out of his blazer and you’re snuggled up to him, head tucked beneath his chin, cheek pressed against his chest. 
  • to save you the embarrassment he pretends he’s still asleep while you untangle yourself. but breakfast is still awkward as heck to say the least, and he lowkey won’t stop smiling to himself the entire time.
  • and every time you attend a charity event with him everyone assumes you’re dating because you’re always laughing together and they’re used to seeing him with assistant choi. 
  • and one time he mishears someone asking if you’re his date and he says yes so you run with it and link your arm through his and call him pet names and he goes sO red and stutters and it’s worth all the death glares he sends you the rest of the night.
  • after that he’s kinda tense and weird and you end up apologising for your behaviour because that was very unprofessional of you and you crossed a line and you really need this job please don’t fire me.
  • and as you arrive back at the hotel he’s like “yeah, it’s cool, whatever, i need a drink.”
  • and you’re like “idk about you but there’s a minibar in my room.”
  • and he just stares at you until you realise what you’ve said and when you die of embarrassment he’s like “now we’re even. goodnight.”
  • eventually, one fateful evening back at the office, jin completely buckles under the weight of it all and you find him with his head in his hands, papers all over the floor.
  • he confesses to you how it’s all too much and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to keep everything together, especially as his responsibilities keep growing and without assistant choi around to help him out.
  • you spin his chair around to face you and sink down to his level, take his face in your hands and tell him firmly that he’s got this. it’s okay to doubt yourself and to crack under the pressure, but he’s got you and he’s got this and together you’re gonna kick this thing in the ass.
  • and he laughs and hold your hand, leans in a fraction but hesitates until you tell him he can also kiss you if he wants. 
  • and he does. 
  • he kisses you over and over and over until you have expensive carpet burns, wink wonk if you know what i mean.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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THE VOLTRON OFFICE AU NO ONE ASKED FOR

Obviously, heavily inspired by The Office thank you very much.

Oh boy here we go,,,

•Lance and Keith pull pranks on each other literally 24/7

“God dammit Lance where the quiznack is my desk”

“Huh, that is so weird. When was the last time you saw it?”

“This is not funny.”

“Well you’re the one who lost your desk”

“I did not lose my desk”

“Okay calm dow-”

“Where is my desk!“

“I think you should retrace your steps”

“I’m going to tell Shiro”

• “Voltron Legendary Defender this is Pidge”

•Shiro is the manager who is suffering and just wants to rest

“Well I’m going through a little bit of a rough patch”

“…the whole year, actually”

•Keith keeps weapons all over the office
“I keep multiple weapons all over the office-” pulls nunchucks from behind a water cooler, “I’ve saved Lance’s life with the knife that’s velcroed under my desk-” pulls out a knife from inside a random filing cabinet, “People say it’s dangerous to keep weapons in the home or the workplace-” pulls an actual sword from the ceiling, “Well I say-” pulls another knife out from inside the back of a toilet, “It’s better to be hurt by someone you know accidentally-” pulls ANOTHER knife from his desk drawer, “than a by a stranger-” pulls out dart gun from behind a plant, “on purpose.
Cue Lance and Pidge staring into the camera

•Hunk and Allura are the ultimate party planning duo

Literally every party turns out amazing because of them

Hunk makes all the food and Allura decorates, there’s no need to buy anything because they always manage somehow

Where does Allura get all the supplies????

How does Hunk make all this food in such a short amount of time???

•Okay but what exactly does Coran do?

“Hey guys, is somebody making soup?”

“When Pidge gets Shiro’s old chair, I get their old chair, then I’ll have TWO chairs. Only one to go.”

“So there I am, minding my own business, and Lance offers me three bucks to take Keith’s chair. Lance’s a chump. I would’ve done it for free.”

•"Hey Keith did you get your tickets?”

“To what Lance?”

“The gun show”

“Ohmygod Lance did you just flex”

“YES PIDGE I DID”

“Stop flirting with Keith and get back to work”

“SHIRO I’M NOT FLIRTING”

“Okay bud whatever you say”

“HUNK!”

And Keith is just a blushing mess


•Pidge: throws watermelon off the roof onto a trampoline

Lance: BINGO

It then hits Keith’s car and the alarm goes on

“HOLY SHI-”

“LANCE”

“IT WASN’T ME I SWEAR”


•Slav: is just there for some reason

Shiro: “this is an environment of welcoming
aaand you should just get the hell out of here.”

Pidge: mouthing to the camera, “he’s like six”

•Shiro: “Last week Pidge and I gave a fire safety talk and nobody paid any attention. People learn in many ways, and experience is the best teacher.”

Pidge: IS STARTING A FIRE

Shiro: “Oh my goodness, there’s a fire, what’s the procedure?”

Hunk: “OHMYGOD okay it’s happening. EVERYBODY STAY CALM. STAY CALM”

Allura: IS PULLING MICE OUT OF A CABINET DRAWER

Lance: Is trying to get out through the ceiling

Shiro: “Let’s remember those procedures everyone!”

Hunk and Keith: RAMMING THE COPIER INTO THE DOOR

Pidge: “ ATTENTION EMPLOYEES. THIS IS NOT A REAL FIRE. IT IS ONLY A SIMULATION.”

Shiro: “That you failed.”

Lance: falls out of the ceiling


•Keith finds something that he thinks is marijuana and decides to interrogate everyone

Lance: “I’m just saying you can’t be sure that it wasn’t you”

Keith: “That’s ridiculous, of course it wasn’t me.”

Lance: “Marijuana, is a memory loss drug so maybe you just don’t remember.”

Keith: “I would remember.”

Lance: “Well how could you if it just erased your memory?”

Keith: “That’s not how it works”
Lance: “Oh really? How do you know how it works?”

Keith: “Knock it off! Now I’m interviewing you.”

Lance: “No! You said that’s I’d be conducting the interview when I walked in here now exactly how much pot did you smoke!”

Keith: “Ohmygod”

•Hunk: “Hey Pidge, where are Lance and Keith?”

Pidge: “They insisted that they’ve been trying to get a certain client to seal some deal?“

Hunk: “They’re making out in the supply closet aren’t they.”

Pidge: “Most likely.”

•Pidge: “Lance is that a hickey?”

Lance: “WHAT NO KEITH PUNCHED ME IN THE NECK”

Pidge: “Ohmygod you guys are so gross just save it for when you’re NOT at work please.”

Keith: “YOU KNOW?”

Shiro: “C’mon Keith, you two can’t keep a secret, you walk out of the bathroom at the same time with bedroom hair we aren’t idiots.”

Lance: “ohmygod”

Pidge: Looks into the camera

•Pidge: “Good morning Shir- OHMYGOD WHY IS THAT TREE SO BIG”

Shiro: “Christmas spirit Pidge. Christmas Spirit.”

Pidge: “IT’S NOVEMBER 23RD”

Shiro: “Pidge it’s snowing and as your boss I’m telling you it’s Christmas.”

Pidge: “You’re like si-”

Shiro: “I’M MENTALLY OLDER”

Lance: “DID YOU SAY SNOW”

Keith: “What a loser who gets excited over snow.“

Hunk: “You do realize you’re dating him right.”

Lance: comes back in and hits Keith with a snowball

Keith: “GOD DAMMIT LANCE YOU CANNOT THROW SNOWBALLS IN THE OFFICE”

Lance: “And there’s a sign for that where?”

they end up making out in the supply closet again


UMMM WELL THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO OFFER. THIS IS PROBABLY REALLY BAD AND MIXED UP AND I TOOK ALMOST EVERYTHING FROM THE OFFICE OHMYGOD. But um ENJOY I GUESS.

yamizoldyck  asked:

Say, if Hunk and Pidge had godly parents, as in, pjo style, who would they be? Sorry for my bad English btw. (You're super cool too C: )

Hunk is definitely a Hephaestus kid! Hunkules just got a way with all his tinkering! And being able to produce fire with his hands like Leo—HELL YES. Also I want him in Steampunk clothes because I have a mighty need for that. He frequents Cabin 4 because Demeter kids love him, I mean, who doesn’t love Hunk tbh? He gets free access to the cabin’s amazing cooking tools. Being a Hephaestus kid can be tiring, so he goes there to bake and cook food and shares it with everyone. He built his own dragon at the age of seven—a fire breathing mechanical dragon because no one wanted to play with him. He loves giving smiles to anyone he meets and it usually lifts their spirits. He’s the best boy, no competition.

Pidge is an Athena kid for obvious reasons: she’s a prodigy. Don’t have godly powers like the rest? Well, she’s definitely the smartest and techie of them all. Everyone respects her and looks up to her (just don’t tell her she’s small because she will smite you). The whole gang protects her but Shiro or Keith teaches her some moves whenever she’s free. Hunk and her get to bond a lot because YOU JUST GET ME, HUNK. Shiro and her spend time together discussing battle strategies and Shiro really appreciates her input. She’s the very first one to actually talk to Keith and she knew from then on that she will like this guy. They’re the conspiracy theorists, I JUST KNOW ALIENS ARE REAL, KEITH. I MEAN, WE’RE DEMIGODS WHO SAYS THEY AREN’T?

I know you’re not asking for the rest but I’m doing it anyway.

Lance is a Poseidon kid. Yes, he’s one of The Big Three and he brags about it. “Whacha say to my big three face?” Then he threatens them with his powers, but he’s mostly joking around about it. He’s very well liked. He thinks he’s special, he was after all, the first big three kid to arrive until he wasn’t. He loves water and just loves swimming the whole day but he loves hanging out with Hunk and Pidge the most. He dubbed them as “Tres Diablos” and Hunk is scandalized! All three of them like to prank people around. He loooves randomly breaking out into a song because he’s got such a wonderful voice and he gets all flattered when girls compliment him for it. There’s a rumour going around that people usually think he’s a child of Aphrodite at first, Hunk and Pidge knows it was Lance himself who spread it. lmao

Shiro is definitely a child of The Big Three. He’s the son of Zeus, and boy is Zeus proud of him. He arrives together with Keith because best friends stick together. He’s the tallest and everyone was just at awe knowing A CHILD OF ZEUS WAS IN THEIR PRESENCE HOLY SHIT. He looks so regal too which didn’t help a lot. He has a growing fanclub and they like to tease him about it. Definitely the leader of the gang. Being a child of the god of the gods, he feels all the pressure to be Mr. Perfect but at the end of the day he just likes to spend time with Keith and watch movies while eating left over pizza. The theme song of his life is “I’m Just A Kid” by Simple Plan, the rest find it hilarious while Keith is the only one who tears up about it because he knows. Also Shiro can fly and sometimes when he’s staring off into space, he’s not aware he’s floating until Keith taps him “You’re doing it again.”

Keith is a child of Hades. Yes, I freakin went there. He’s closed off and likes to stick around Shiro all the time. He’s quiet but he’s very observant which is why you don’t want to piss him off because you’d want him to be in your team when it comes to battles. He’s the most skilled when it comes to wielding a sword. He lived by himself until Shiro found him so he knows self defense the most. Most people don’t want to approach him because DAMMIT KEITH THE FLOWERS ARE WILTING WHEREVER YOU WALK. But it’s not his fault. Hades kids are just like that. He can summon the dead and he spars with dead warriors which was how Shiro found him and was impressed. With the ability to shadow travel, he sneaks around at night to Cabin 1 because Cabin 13 just feels so cold and he got used to a certain someone’s warmth. He’s actually the most powerful demigod but he doesn’t want people to know. He is Hades’ favourite so he gets to “unlock” the most powers.

Allura and Coran’s godly parents
Keith’s backstory
Hades visits Keith at camp and everyone is surprised

Humans Are Weird

So there may already be something about this but I haven’t seen it yet if there is. Anyway, here goes:

The crews human had had to leave less than one of their Earth months ago because of a family emergency and they had only just got a replacement, though, to put it in human terms, their old human could never be replaced in their hearts. Anyway they knew that most humans eat different foods, though they still couldn't​ completely understand why they did this, and the commander had ordered them to pick up a variety of human food so that they would have something the new human ate. They put out a variety of the stock foods that they had deduced all humans would eat at least something from.

An hour later they were picking up the new human. She introduced herself as Lillie and asked to see the food first before they flew off. Slightly confused but not really concerned because they were used to human habits. So they took her to the storage chambers to show her the food they had bought for her but Lillie took one look at it and said, “Sorry, but I don’t eat any of these foods. Is there any chance we could buy something else before we leave?”
Now the crews previous human had warned them of rare cases like this, but they thought they surely had enough range so as they shopped with the human they decided to ask them about, though trying to be careful about not being weird. “Excuse me human Lillie,” one of them said.
“Yes, sorry but I can’t remember your name?” She replied.
“My name’s Polga. I was just wondering why you don’t want to eat the food we bought. Is it one of your “allergies” or is it a “diet”? Our previous human mentioned both of those though said they didn’t have either.“
"Oh it’s not that, I’m just a really fussy eater and don’t like the taste of many foods.”
“But we even had chocolate,” said Polga. “We were assured that all humans like chocolate!”
Then, worried that he was being rude, Polga quickly added, “if you don’t mind me asking.”
“I don’t mind being asked, I’m used to questions about my eating habits by now,” Lillie said. “And I’m just one of the really weird humans who doesn’t like chocolate or lollies or pretty much any other food except for what I’m buying now.”
“So you just don’t like the taste? I’m so glad we don’t have that sense that prevents us from eating nutritional foods,” Polga said, hoping it wasn’t offensive to say it.
“Yeah that’s pretty much all it is. But I’m used to my weird way of eating by now so I’ve learnt to just bring my own food or know which places have food that I’ll eat.”
“Ok,” said Polga surprised that after knowing humans for years there was still more to learn about them. “I suppose, to quote one of your great historical figures, Gandalf-”(Polga still did not believe fiction existed)“- My dear Lillie! Humans really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in, well longer than a month, maybe an Earth year?, and yet after, not a hundred years, only maybe about 12, they can still surprise you at a pinch.”
Lillie laughed as they walked back to the ship.

Feel Me (renewed)

Bucky x (enhanced) Reader

Notes: anxiety, emotional stress, flirting, smut, fluff

A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx

After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.

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Truth:
I gained 20lbs in 6 months.
I’m over 20% body fat.
I have cellulite and a pretty decent belly pooch.
Clothes don’t fit right.
I’m uncomfortable in my skin 75% of the time.
My legs are so pale that they could blind you in the sunlight.
I have stretch marks EVERYWHERE.
My stretch marks are also bright purple.

I really hate my body. It’s something I’ve always dealt with, but lately I’ve been trying more and more to appreciate the little things, like:

My eyebrows are amazing.
The color of my eyes change and that’s beautiful.
I LOVE the freckles on my face and body.
Hell, I wish I had more freckles.
I have a beautiful smile.
My tattoos are Fucking awesome and badass.
I can rock a pixie cut pretty well.
My nose piercing works really well on my face.
My legs allow me to walk all around the city.
My arms allow me to carry ALL the groceries.
My stomach holds all my favorite foods inside.

It’s so easy to zone in and focus on all the things you hate about yourself; it’s so easy and so detrimental. Take those negative thoughts, acknowledge them, and counteract them. Weigh those thoughts down with positive affirmations and suddenly life is a little bit sweeter, the sun shines a little bit brighter, and you become a little bit happier.

Staying positive and moving forward ✌🏻

(Also these pasty-cellulite-thunder-thighs got me through a 202lb back squat last night so hell. fucking. yes.)

Pool Fun: Part 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello babes! I hope your day is going well. So, by popular demand, I’ve decided to do a smutty part two to this fic. I honestly didn’t know that you guys would like it that much, haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I love you guys, you’re all amazing. xoxo

Description: You just left Peter out by the pool abruptly after a hot make out session and hint at him to come to your room to finish the fun you were having. 

Warnings: SMUT. 

Pool Fun: Part 1

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You sauntered up the stairs, looking for Peter in your peripheral vision. He was still sitting at the edge of the pool, gaping at you. 

I guess he didn’t take the hint. Jesus Christ, Peter. You thought to yourself, stopping on the small landing between the two flights of stairs, turning to face Peter. He could clearly see you through the glass wall as you extended your index finger at him, curling it back to you, beckoning him to follow. Peter scrambled out of the pool, grabbing his towel, quickly drying off. 

As you watched him from above, you couldn’t help but crack a smile through your devious smirk as you saw Peter almost fall face first into the stone around the pool as he got up. You quickly slipped the rest of the way upstairs, trying to keep up your seductive and mysterious act. 

Peter looked back up at where you were when he finished drying off his board shorts, finding that you had disappeared. He wrapped his towel around his waist and returned to the tower, following your route upstairs. A trail of water droplets led down the hallway, and he figured it was from your wet hair. It led all the way to your room where your door was slightly open. He stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his arousal for you. 

“Come on Peter, don’t just stand there.” You could see the shadow of his feet from underneath the door, and you crossed your arms over your chest, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a smirk. The door opened slowly, and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. You bit your lip as you scanned over his still wet body, watching the water droplets fall down his toned chest. 

While you were off in a daze, Peter had began to walk towards you, watching all the water from your hair dribbled down in between your breasts. He pushed you against the wall that was a few feet behind you, colliding his lips with yours in pure lust. You threaded your fingers in his damp hair that was behind his head while he gripped your hips, surely leaving a bruise there to see the next morning. You moaned against his lips as he moved one hand up to your breast, kneading in roughly through your bikini top. 

“Take it off of me already, damn it.” You breathed against his lips, biting his bottom one, and tugging on it lightly. In no time, your top was literally ripped in half, laying on the floor. You gasped as he lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

“Jesus, F/N. You’re perfect.” Peter locked eyes with you before diving into your neck, sucking hard on your skin. You moaned underneath his touch, his hickeys leaving a trail to your breasts. Without warning, he latched on to one of your nipples, biting and tugging at it as he rolled the other in between his fingers. 

“Fuck…” You moaned loudly, filling the room. He carried you to the bed, letting you fall onto the mattress. His eyes were completely dilated with lust as he threw his shorts across the room, leaving you to stare at his hard erection. God, you wanted him inside you. You’ve wanted him for a long time now. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. He groaned, as you rubbed his length, his open mouth giving you access to explore his mouth with your tongue. You swiped it across his bottom lip, entering. His erection was throbbing in your hand, and you let go, not giving him his release. He growled in his throat, biting your collarbone. He was sure to leave marks on your body, so that everyone would know what he did. 

He threw your bikini bottoms across the room, positioning his the head of his cock at your entrance, swiping it along your wet folds. You moaned, your throbbing core unable to take the build up anymore. He pushed himself into you, the feeling of your tight walls around him, making his head throw back. Peter gave you time to adjust, and when you gave him the okay to move, he began thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. Both of you said each other’s names like your life depended on it, the euphoria rushing through your bodies. He quickened his pace, beginning to hit your g-spot. You screamed out, clawing at his back. The line on which your orgasm was walking on was thinning out. You were approaching your release. 

“Shit.. Peter.. I-I’m gonna-” You were cut off by his interjecting voice. 

“I know, m-me too.” He knew exactly what you were saying. You felt his length twitch inside of you. You chanted his name like a prayer as your orgasm washed over you, all the way to your throbbing core. He followed close behind, filling you with his hot, white cum. 

As both of you came down from your highs, he pulled out, collapsing next to you. You both were breathless as you laid on your backs, staring up at the ceiling. 

“That was..” You chuckled out, turning your head towards Peter. 

“Yeah, like amazing.” He smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. You cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapping around your body. 

“We should do this again sometime, Parker. We really should.”


Ahhh I hoped you liked it! I hope you day goes well and that you have some good food, Because who doesn’t love to have some good food? Anywho, let me know what you think, yeah? I love you all, xoxo.

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The Arrangement (Part 11)

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Summary: Dean reflects on the evening, and the two of you have a heart to heart

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: mild smuttiness, language because I generally swear like a sailor, anxiety, some sadness, discussions of a breakup

A/N: this part isn’t super eventful, per se, but there’s plenty in there, like the sexy times I promised to you guys AND to Dean let’s be real (it’s not true smut b/c I’m bad at writing it so I didn’t, but there’s plenty discussed) and there’s a pretty serious chat… so enjoy! There’s still more to come!

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Allura + Earth

So last night at like 1AM, instead of sleeping I was crying because “Who’s gonna adopt Allura when the war is over??” and I was sad for about five seconds before the solution became clear: the paladins will have joint custody of Allura. As in, when the paladins go home for some R&R before flying back into space to deal with the problems left behind by the defeat of the Galra Empire, Allura will spend x amount of time with one paladin and their family, then she and Coran will move on to the next paladin and their family.

And then I lost control of the idea and I’ve been weeping ever since. So! Here is a list of ridiculous feelings and headcanons about Allura on Earth. Warning: It’s long.

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Crispy Cauliflower & Cheese Bites

1.Preheat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius / 400 degrees Fahrenheit
2.Roughly chop the cauliflower and add into a food processor to chop it into a finer crumb. If you don’t have a food processor, don’t worry – you can chop it by hand, it just takes a little longer.
3.Grate the cheese and add it to a large mixing bowl with the cauliflower, egg and black pepper. Mix everything well until it starts to feel a little more like a mixture.
4.Lightly grease a muffin tray with some vegetable oil and spoon in around 1 and a half tablespoons of the mixture into each hole. Add the tray into the oven and cook for 15 minutes.
5. Resist the temptation to eat immediately. Cool for a few minutes and enjoy.
They are amazing dipped in a chopped chives, crumbled bacon and sour cream mix.

Enchantress (Beast/Adam Imagines)

Request : May I request that the reader is the enchantress that lays the curse on the Beast but instead of Belle breaking he spell, its the Enchantress that stays with him? - @lewaotic


Originally posted by braedens

You were the enchantress, also known as (y/n). Your job was to fix people for the better. Which is how you got in this situation.

 "Please, may I come in I’m really cold and sick.“ You coughed into your hand as the rain hit your back. "I can give you this.” You raised your hand to show Prince Adam a single rose.

 He laughed in your face. “Only beautiful people are aloud in here so I’m afraid you are going to have to leave.” Adam looked you up and down and looked away in disgust.

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