the food was amazing as well

2P! America as your boyfriend

((I’m currently at a restaurant and the food is taking too damn long so I just decided to write this bc i kept asking myself why tf haven’t I made this ye t))

- boi
- prepare to be a regular at the hospital
- or might as well be a goddamned nurse because this piece of shit is injury central™
- shameless son of a shit will brag about how much of an amazing s/o you are
- “allen what the fuck fuck put some clothes on” “doll, this is my house, we get to free whatever we want to free” “that practically means i could free myself from you ” bABE NO ILL GET D RESS ED DONT LEAVE ME-“
- cuddle master next to zao bby
- will hecking PDA you to the d e a t h
- once got into the hospital due to a ketchup packet and a straw
- you could imagine what happened
- if someone hits on you, that persons face will be erased from existence
- just his face
- g od
- will force you to eat his vegan food
- “eAT IT” “ALLEN, I ALREADY ATE 20 DIFFERENT THINGS” “EAT IT”
- sleeps naked
- and will cuddle you naked
- that is if you’re chill with it
- he’s a memer
- sends you the lemme smash vid on your anniversary jfc
- that’s all for now thank

((y'all if you want more bf headcanons for the bois that I’ve already done just say so cause I never run out lmao))

anonymous asked:

Darling you are beautiful and perfect. Your last post inspired me and I let myself eat desert, even though I hadn't earned dinner at all. Right now I'm standing in the bathroom trying to convince myself that I don't have to earn food, I need and deserve food. That fight with my mind isn't going well but I keep reading your post outloud because it gives me hope and validation would be the word I think. You are so amazing. I love you so much. You are absolutely perfect

This made my cry but in a good way. I want you to keep fighting and shut those demons out. As Tyler when he belts out SWAT, you get those demons to leave you be. I am so proud of you for enjoying dessert and taking care of your body. I want you to keep the fight going. I love you so much and won’t stop cheering you on ever. 💜👽🌙

semi-dio  asked:

1,5,6,7,9,23 and 30 ask me something from the list as well? i really wanna do this lol

1. describe your idea of a perfect date

-id probably say something simple. Like a little picnic on the beach.

5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on

-hmm id say this one time when i surprised my ex with a rooftop restaurant for his birthday. It was very very nice. the food was amazing and it felt really good to treat him that way.

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)

-i was so unbelievably uncomfortable and nervous.

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?

-night time gay lmao

9. opinion on brown eyes?

- i actually love them alot more than light eyes.

23. have you ever been in love?

- i have and it’s definitely my favorite part about life so far.

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality

- id first apologize. I hate that some people are actually not in a safe place to express their sexuality. I would tell them I pray that it will get better for them and that they are very strong and brave and to just hang in there. They are perfect the way they are.

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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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.

Westerners just don’t understand how big a deal it is for people to live in countries like the USA, Canada, UK for people who live in countries like the Philippines, or how certain cultures are influenced by the idea of living in a country where people are actually paid living wages

Story time: My sister’s husband’s parents are Indian. My Indian in-laws are lovely people, and Auntie (which we call my bro-in-law’s mom) makes the most amazing vegetarian Indian food that got me into spicy food when I at first couldn’t stand spicy food. 

Uncle S and Auntie J, I’ll call them, came to Canada in earlier years, since Uncle S was a businessman. 

They met 1 week before they were married and moved to Canada. 

They’ve been married for over 30 years, and they got married because Uncle S’s original fiancee left and Auntie J volunteered as “replacement wife”. 

Why? Well, mainly because Uncle S was successful enough to be going to Canada in the first place, and this was the best life Aunti J’s family could think of for her. More than 30 years and 2 kids later, they have a house and a family living with them and they are, as far as I can tell, happy. 

I had a conversation with some people I befriended in New York: 

“People would kill to live here“. 

And you don’t know how true that is. 

They always talk about the hardships of immigrants in America but barely ever talk about why people leave home to go to a country where they may be hated. 

Because no matter how bad it gets in the USA, it rarely ever gets bad enough to go back to a place where you’re paid less than an American McDonald’s employee for a mid level job and basic human rights are an afterthought

I’m super fckn privileged, don’t get me wrong. But the idea of working a Starbucks in New York is luxurious to even me. Believe me when I say if you don’t appreciate just how desperate people are to go to a Western country to live and work then you can never understand the culture that surrounds that desperation. 

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?
The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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If the alternative is starvation, work is never truly voluntary. The fact that people overlook this contradiction never ceases to amaze me.

I know the common rebuttal here is an appeal to nature- “Well, people have always looked for food or starved!” which ignores a few things.

First, that the same ancestors who lived in those ancient conditions were also gatherer-hunting nomads, out of necessity. They could not stay still in one place, like we do today. The second they settled and began to grow food was the second that people could afford not to produce food, and thus could do other things. This, in itself, must have seemed a drastic economic change. One wonders - were these first non-food-producing humans resented because they did not help to produce what they ate?

Second, we are now producing a lot more food than we need, with a lot less people than it used to take. We’ve gone from a world where you needed a small village to support just a few full-time non-food producers, to one where 40% of the global workforce, a minority of people, works in agriculture.

The circumstances have changed. We have the capability, as evidenced, to construct economies where the majority are not directly producing the means of life.

It is therefore a choice, not a necessity, to construct a world in which people starve if they do not work.

Provided we maintain the current system? We have other incentives, both negative and positive, which we can use to fulfill the same social function of encouraging people to work - all without recourse to threats.

Nothing necessitates starvation except for the desire to exercise power over others.

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.

🙄✋🏻

Reasons why Indonesia is utterly underrated!

When people talk about Indonesia and travel in the same sentence, Bali seems to turn up more often than not. But beyond the rightly popular beaches of Bali, Indonesia is also home to more than 13,000 islands, 12 incredible national parks, numerous dive sites, accessible volcanoes, drool-worthy food and so much more. It’s truly underrated as a destination, and with close proximity and strong SGD currency over IDR, it’s more than a compelling reason why you should visit Indonesia! Here are more reasons why Indonesia is completely underrated as a travel destination. 

Indonesia is the hot spot for adventure and intrepid experiences

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Forget heading halfway across the world for new experiences. Check out the budget-friendlier places in Indonesia and take your pick from some of these ideas: Pick strawberries in the Lembangand Ciwidey in Bandung; spend the whole day with your family petting farm animals in Kuntum Nurseries Farm Field; bring out your inner adventurer in the Kalibiru National Park in Yogyakarta; reflect on the majestic Brown Canyon in Semarang; fly like a bird in the Abyss Zipline in Ceningan Island Resort in Bali; find excellent shore-based diving surrounded with a view of magnificent volcanoes and lush rice paddy terraces in Bali and more!

Indonesia has one of the world’s best diving sites

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Dive sites in Nusa Penida, Nusa Lembongan and Gilimanuk in Bali often comes up in the list of favourite dive sites in the world, and for good reasons. Divers can find 75 per cent of the world’s known coral species, around 2,000 species of reef fish and not to mention, special appearances by whales, dolphins, sunfish, sharks, dugong, manta rays and more!

Club, lights and sounds in Jakarta

Jakarta is home to an amazing array of nightlife that can put even Vegas to shame. From popular and dressy Dragon Fly, to the amazing music-fueled ambience of lounge/club, Flow, you’re in for a good time no matter your budget. A blooming Jazz scene also attracts musicians from around the world to perform in the numerous jazz clubs situated within Jakarta, as well as special music festivals in Bali.

Indonesia food is seriously underrated

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Singaporeans are well acquainted with Indonesian cuisine in terms of Nasi Padang, but do you know that Indonesian food are actually cooked and served differently based on regions? Generally, it is split into Padang and Minangkabau cuisine. Both cuisine varies in terms of the amount of spices and coconut milk that goes into the preparations. Wouldn’t you just love to go on a food hunt for the best satay, Murtabak, Ayam Goreng, Ayan Soto, Nasi Campur and more across Bandung, Jakarta, Yogyakarta, Semarang and Bali?

It’s hard not to find spirituality in the cultural capital of SEA

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Indonesia is also home to the world’s biggest Buddhist temple, Borobudur, with its intricate lattice stupas set among paddy fields. Ubud in Bali alone provides tonnes of luxury yoga retreats for any yoga aficionados. Alternatively, you can also skip the crowds by heading to the quieter Pawon, Mendut, Plaosan Lor and Kalasan.

The list is simply not exhaustive, and you simply must explore parts of Indonesia yourself for some of the world’s best attractions you’ll ever see – at a fraction of the price you’ll need to fly to a faraway land!

Airasia flies direct to Bandung (2 times daily), Jakarta (4 times daily) , Yogyakarta (daily), Semarang(4 times weekly) and Bali (4 times daily) from Singapore. Grab your flights now.

Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

A Warm Welcome [h.s.]

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 had 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.

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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BTS reaction to you bringing them food at the studio

Jin:

Jin would be absolutely thrilled that you brought him a meal. He would think it’s so thoughtful of you and would say thank you a million times, even with his full mouth. YAH~~! This is delicious, jagi! Thank you so much, sweetie!” He ate the food so quickly because he adored the way your home-cooked meals tasted.  He would have the biggest smile on his face for the rest of the day and would be thinking of ways to get you back when you’d least expect it.

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Yoongi:

This sleepy bean would turn into a fluff ball if you surprised him with food. He would have the biggest smile on his face and be sure to thank you as much as he could. Yoongi would make sure you also had something to eat before he took a bite. When you said you didn’t, he would insist on sharing the meal with you. “You gotta take care of yourself just as well as you take care of me, okay?” He would say gently, eating a bite of food.

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Hobi:

Hoseok would be ecstatic to see you when you walked in the studio, not even noticing the food you were holding in your hand for him. He would run over to you quickly and hug you tightly, almost making you drop the container. When you finally got the chance to tell him you brought him a nice meal, he gave you a smile made of sunshine. “You went through the trouble of preparing food just for me…? You’re so sweet, jagi! Thank you so much!” He would say, opening the container quickly.

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Namjoon:

Namjoon would be a bit surprised that you came all the way down to the studio just to make sure he had something to eat since he was working late as usual. Seeing you holding a warm container of food, made him laugh a very tiny bit before pulling you into a warm hug. “You’re so thoughtful, baby girl. How did I get so lucky?” He would share some of the food with you before he finally stopped working and came home with you.

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Jimin:

Jimin would be unbelievably happy that you brought him something to eat while he was working. He would probably get a little bit teary-eyed that you were thinking of him and wanted to take care of him. He would give you a million kisses and thank you until you told him to be quiet. Jimin took a bite of the food and smiled widely. “This is delicious!!! Are you sure you made this, princess?” He’d joke. 

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Tae:

He would be a smiley little bean. When you gave him the food, he would take a bite then make sure you had a a bite, too. Tae would say how thankful he was that you came all the to bring him lots of home made food for him. “MMM!!! THIS IS AMAZING, MAN~!” He would accidentally eat the rest of it himself then feel a little bad he didn’t share it all with you. “I’m sorry, but it was too yummy to share!” Tae would chuckle.

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Jungkook:

Jungkook would get all red when he found out you showed up just to make sure he was well fed for the day. He would say thank you and flash his little bunny eat in an embarrased smile. While he was eating he was thinking of all the ways he could get you back for being so sweet to him. “I’m gonna get you back, y’know that, baby?” He’d say with a smirk, taking a bite of the yummy food.

Originally posted by jinkooks

Cold Remarks

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks. 

Word Count: 1581

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude, never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made her want to shrink in her spot.

She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.

It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.

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cultural french tv shows

tv gameshows : x


hello! today i’ll be naming tv shows (not in the Doctor Who sense) that are made by french people -so you can get used to pronunciation and learn vocabulary- to teach you about various cultural categories -so you’ll get smarter as well!

secrets d’histoire is about history details, it’s pretty amazing (but as far as i know sometimes they make little mistakes) and the animator is a big joke


this is thalassa and the animator is obsessed w/ the sea. it’s all sea stuff.


e=m6 (m6 is a big french tv channel) is about history, science, food, anything you could get a interest in really. the anim isn’t very sexy though.


c’est pas sorcier (cf expression “it’s not witchcraft” it’s not that complicated) is the ABSOLUTE SHIT. every kid used to watch that, sometimes even teachers would show it to you. it’s similar to e=m6 but it’s for kids, so it’s simple, the guy in the truck uses scale models and diagrams and the guy outside goes to the place to show you around. i really miss it - my dad still watches it when it’s on tv!

(that’s it, i clicked play, that music man, i’m back in the nineties <3)


il était une fois la vie explains you life, the human body, early history - for kids even younger, and it’s from the 80′s so i’m not responsible for the graphics ty.

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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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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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 and 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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