the word ends with you

lovelytornado  asked:

Hi Dr Ferox, I just wanted to let you know that the last couple dog breeds analysis posts have had the word "cat" near the end of the disclaimer where you probably want it to say "dog" (or "animal" so it can be identical for dog breeds and car breed posts?). ps - I love the blog, thank you for educating & entertaining us!! I especially love when you tell us unique things about Australia bc I've never been there.

It’s been that way for about a month. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person who reads the disclaimers anyway.

Avengers Preference: His favorite phrase to say to you


Clint: Perpetually the incarnation of sexual frustration, Clint likes to throw out the casual “K.” Your bra comes off? “K.” You cook naked? Spill water on your white nightie? “K,” Punctuated by  his mouth curving up to just one side and his straining pants giving him away, that this was most certainly not just okay.

Pietro: “Hey.” Sweet, innocent, or even evocative when executed correctly, this greeting is hurled your way at all times of the day. Whether he has spent the day racing about downtown curled up on the couch with his head on your lap, he will turn to you with the promise of mischief sparkling in his eyes as he opens his mouth and you prepare yourself for which version of it you will receive today.

Steve: “Come on!” Exhausted and done with your teasing, he will beg for an end you give by repeating the words back to him and giving your hair an innocent twirl as you lean to give him an unobstructed view of your boobs.

T’challa: It’s usually heard on mornings that he wasn’t there to wake up at your side, be it from working through the night or being out of town. When he’s finally able to greet you, he’ll murmur, “I had a dream about you,” as your heart swells at the thought of you never leaving his mind. It’s also terribly erotic and you vow to make reality better than his dreams.

Tony: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” Patronizing and doting at the same time are sure fire ways to set you right on the edge of either smacking him or showing him just how cute angry could be. Usually, it is some combination of the options, seeing as the slap just broadens his grin and drags you further under his spell.

Scott: Making sure to first draw in your attention by stretching his arms up just high enough to reveal a sneak peek of skin he will wag his eyebrows and croon, “You know you wanna piece of this.” When you sigh but begrudgingly dive in to kiss him, he grins at the fact that you do in fact want all the pieces he offers up.

Thor: Words are not even a necessity when it comes to you. Glowering seems to do the trick because he knows it can drag you clear across the palace to remedy it by the sweet press of your lips.

Bucky: A fan of simple and effective, Bucky will say, “Kiss me,” at all times of the day. When he wakes up with eyes still fast shut, when he is covered in sweat and body odor from the gym, or even when he is in the process of fulfilling his own request. You are always more than happy to indulge him.

Sam: He loves that you don’t agree with him on everything but there’s times that he needs you on his side; mostly for movie night with Steve and Bucky. “Do you trust me?” he’ll say earnestly when trying to convince you of Pulp Fiction. If it’s a matter of him taking you flying with the wings he’ll add, “C’mon you gotta trust me, I’m the Falcon, baby!”

Quill: “Really?!” Offended and challenging you, this exclamation can be heard all throughout the ship as he crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows to rile you up just as much. Usually the argument ends right there, exchanged for words murmured against parted lips and the aggressive pressing of your hips.

anonymous asked:

do u have any advice for someone who is 23 and barely just picked a major? and its just something i can find that interests me. i have no passion for anything and honestly seeing my friends already graduating or on to their masters makes me feel left behind. i struggle w/ anxiety and depression so right after hs i took a gap yr, then in between started community college i would take semesters off cus just going was too much. took another yr off to figure my major. i feel like a failure honestly

You’re not a failure! If you’re statistically average you’ve only lived through a quarter of your life, it’s not the end of the word if you don’t know exactly what you want to be doing. I don’t have any specific advice since I’ve never experienced this (I’m still in high school), just keep on doing what you think would be best for you and good luck!

Dress to Impress

Author’s Note: Another Ignis x fem!reader. Not going to lie, this was essentially a self-insert story. I literally live in scrubs and when I’m not in them, I’m in jeans and t-shirts. My guy gets a little sad at times because he likes to dress up whereas I don’t, but we have our happy mediums. I’d like to think Ignis would feel the same way if his s/o wasn’t as proper and formal as himself. This gets a little NSFW at the end. Word count: 2302

When Ignis Scientia first met you, you were decked out in scrubs. It was probably your second time wearing them without washing them because you generally tended to neglect your laundry until you found yourself faced with going commando. You spent countless hours working at the hospital, so it was a miracle the two of you crossed paths at all. It was a little past six in the evening and you had stopped at a small café on your way home from work to grab a steaming cup of Ebony. Exhausted as you were from your double shift, you were in dire need of a caffeine boost to ferry you through the rest of the evening as you had much to attend to before bed. You started to order your cup of liquid life to go, but decided to take a moment to slow down and unwind a bit. There weren’t any open tables, but you spied a handsome man with tawny hair and captivating green eyes staring at you from across the room. He gestured to the empty seat across from him and you couldn’t help but nod and make your way over to him through the obstacle course of tables, chairs, and displays.

The two of you instantly made a connection. You chatted about yourselves, about your day, and about anything and everything. At eight thirty he apologized for occupying all of your precious time, but truthfully, you hadn’t even noticed that you had lingered for that long. Talking to Ignis was effortless and you couldn’t help but fall for the man right then and there. He walked you out and the two of you exchanged numbers before parting ways. Though you never had a fixed schedule and worked long hours and he spent most of his time tending to Prince Noctis, you both promised to make an effort to see each other again soon.

The next time you met, you were once again in scrubs. When you first saw Ignis, he was in black dress pants, a purple leopard print shirt, and silver driving gloves. This time, he was in grey trousers with a black and white pinstripe shirt and suspenders. Being in his presence made you feel extremely underdressed. He chuckled when you mentioned this to him and explained that he always felt more comfortable in more formal attire, especially given the fact that he was the advisor to the prince and had to fulfill many duties at the Citadel. You informed him that you practically lived in scrubs and hardly wore anything else aside from them, but he just chuckled and assured you that he would take you just as you were. You were flattered, especially seeing as how you noticed a small blood splatter on the hem of your shirt when you looked down to blush; you really hoped he hadn’t noticed that small detail.

Fast forward several months. You and Ignis had been exclusive with one another and had made your relationship official. The two of you made it a point to spend time together at least twice a week in spite of your hectic, ever-changing schedules. Though he insisted it didn’t bother him, you always felt as though the two of you didn’t look like you belonged together. Your outward appearances were drastically different. He walked tall and straight, looked everyone in the eye, and just radiated with confidence. He was polished, always wearing either a suit or pressed pants with a dress shirt, and was never seen without some type of gloves. His unique accent set him above the rest of the crowd, his austere voice commanding attention and projecting his intelligence. You couldn’t believe that such a man would even bother giving you the time of day.

You, on the other hand, walked quickly, usually looking downward, shoulders hunched, with a weary look in your eyes. Working long hours in a fast-paced, high-stress environment meant that even when you weren’t at work, you found yourself in a hurry no matter how exhausted and sleep-deprived you were. You were a professional and well-versed in the sciences, but when you weren’t at the hospital, you sounded like any other commoner. When you told Ignis you lived in scrubs, you weren’t exaggerating. Though you cycled between plain t-shirts and scrub tops, you were always found in your drawstring scrub pants and unfashionable clogs. You felt like you worked in pajamas, and the loose clothing was so comfortable that it had you spoiled. On your days off and even just lounging at home, you could be seen in drab clothing. You stuck to baggy athletic shorts and shapeless t-shirts. If the destination you were heading towards required something less casual, you did own a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans, ankle boots, and some plain tops. You recalled owning a dress at one point in your life, but it was so long ago that you had forgotten what it even looked like. It didn’t help that your favorite color was black either. Ignis tended to wear darker colors as well, but your monochromatic slouchy wardrobe made you look like a pauper next to him. You were embarrassed to say the least, no matter how many times he insisted that your appearance didn’t bother him. He saw you for your true beauty, and clothes meant nothing. He liked you no matter what you were wearing, or not wearing for that matter, seeing as how you were convinced he purposefully threw your clothes across the room when you stayed over just so he could watch you walk around naked a little while longer while you searched for your crumpled up garments.

You were well aware that Ignis was a culinary master and that he enjoyed visiting fine restaurants and sampling their cuisine. He would offer to take you to some of these places on dates, but you always declined and suggested a more casual dining experience. You honestly didn’t see any reason to own formal wear because you never encountered occasions that required it; that, and you had never been comfortable in dresses and heels. You never could sit like a proper lady, always eventually crossing your legs in an unladylike manner or sitting awkwardly with your legs apart, flashing your panties accidentally. You were able to walk in high heels at some point in the past, but you were convinced that you would most definitely break an ankle if you even attempted to take one step in a pair now. Ignis always gave in to your requests to not dine out at five star restaurants, but you felt guilty for not wanting to adhere to the strict dress codes at such establishments. Sometimes you wished you could be that woman: the kind with flawless makeup, a perfect body, and dressed to kill in a sexy dress and fuck-me stilettos. But, much to your chagrin, you were always a tomboy at heart, always uncomfortable in formal wear and more at ease in pants, t-shirts, and sneakers. Ignis loved you the way you were and you knew he was sincere, but you still wanted to be more versatile when it came to your appearance.

Your six month anniversary was approaching and you wished to do something special with Ignis. You had the day off, and you were walking through the shopping district of Insomnia when you passed by a dress boutique. You shied away from dresses your entire life, but a certain, simple item caught your attention. A plan formulated itself in your head, and you smirked as you entered the shop. You made a few additional stops once you left and you were ecstatic as you made your way home. Ignis was in for quite the surprise in a couple of days.

Ignis received a message on his cell phone from you, requesting that he meet you outside of a restaurant he had mentioned in passing as having an exquisite cuisine that he was dying to try. He was puzzled because this was an upscale restaurant. You always rejected the idea of going to such a place due to the dress codes they possessed. Though he was a little disappointed at times, still wishing to go to such places, he loved you, casual attire and all. He was intrigued and wondered what he was going to find you wearing that evening.

Always the prompt man, Ignis arrived fifteen minutes before your reservation time. He sat on a small bench outside the restaurant under the shade of a blossoming tree. The sun was setting in the sky and a cool breeze swept through the street as he waited on you. He was lost in thought and hadn’t noticed your arrival until you cleared your throat. He glanced in your direction as he stood up, but nearly stumbled forward as he did a literal double-take. His eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him. There you stood in a simple sleeveless, plumb-colored dress. It hit just above the knee and hugged your hourglass figure in all the right places. You paired it with short, black wedge heels and a simple bracelet on your right wrist. You giggled as he looked you over and then his eyes stopped and bore into your own. You had also tried your hand at applying a little makeup; you had a neutral eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and a nude lipstick. Ignis gulped and you marveled at his reaction.

“Something wrong, Ignis?” you smirked.

“No, darling, nothing is wrong. I’m just in shock. I had to make sure I had not dozed off whilst waiting for you. My dreams could not do you justice. You are absolutely stunning.” He was entranced by you, but caught himself and shook his head before continuing. “I mean, you’re always stunning. As I have stated before, your attire does not matter to me. You could wear a plastic bag and still be breathtaking, but—“

You silenced him with a quick peck on the lips before finishing his sentence, “but it’s nice to see me in something different for a change?”


You giggled. “Good. Because I thought I’d be super uncomfortable and awkward, but I’m actually not. I guess I just needed to grow up a bit and give dresses a second chance. Just don’t get used to this, okay? When we’re finished here I’ll probably be begging to run home and change into some shorts and a t-shirt.”

“Fair enough, my love,” Ignis chuckled. “Let us head in, shall we?”

The food was indeed every bit as delicious as you had heard and the wine was divine. You had such a wonderful evening with Ignis and were glad you broke out of your shell and tried something different for a change. This by no means meat that you were going to start competing with Ignis to see who could dress more formal, but now you knew you didn’t mind dressing up a bit from time to time. You might even go buy a few more pairs of skinny jeans and even some khakis. Maybe that was extreme, but you found that you did feel a boost of confidence when you were dressed up on the arm of your man.

Ignis walked you back to your apartment and you invited him to spend the night. “It is our anniversary, after all,” you reminded him as you waltzed up and placed your arms around his waist.

“It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for me to stay over. I’ll accept your invitation any time, darling,” he crooned as he swept some stray hairs behind your ear and leaned in for a kiss.

Once inside, the two of you sat on the couch, sharing some Ebony. Soon, coffee mugs were set aside and you were straddling the man as the two of you shared many passionate kisses. His hands found his way to your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress higher.

“You know, I think I do like you in a dress,” he mumbled as he planted kisses along your collarbone. “Your delicious neck is readily available. Your legs are on display. I could just push this up and be right—“

He stopped short as he pushed the skirt up a little higher and slid his hands towards the junction between your thighs. You weren’t wearing any underwear and it caught him completely by surprise.

“Ah, yes, right where you want to be. I do think I like dresses after all. Gives you pretty easy access, I’d say,” you laughed as you guided his hand to your dripping sex. You both moaned at the contact and you leaned in for another kiss as he attended to your needs. You only allowed him to cease his actions when you couldn’t take any more. He made quick work of the zipper on his pants and you rode him into the couch, both of you still clothed, until you were a breathless, spent mess slouched against his chest.

“Just think,” you panted as you tried to catch your breath, “if you’re up to it, I could totally wear dresses more often. See how easy all this was just now? We could have all sorts of fun while we’re out. We don’t even have to make it home, just slip my dress up a little and you could have me anywhere you want.”

Ignis didn’t answer at first, and you were afraid that you had suggested something he didn’t approve of, but you didn’t have to wait for an answer because you received it when he quickly picked you up and practically ran to the bedroom where he proceeded to fuck you senseless into the night. Who knew that a simple wardrobe tweak could have such enjoyable effects!

at this point im just abusing the star brush

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I try to write about you
but it all comes out
sounding like
I’m sorry

I’ll avoid periods
and embrace commas,
it’s not over
unless I put it in words

I write about you
but each line ends up
crying out
please come back

—  I’m sorry, please come back // L.H.