this goes for me too obviously

earthlywonderland  asked:

i need advice with binding alternatives. i'm attending a seminar during which i'll be staying in a room with other guys, and i'll be sleeping there. i can't safely bind while sleeping, but for safety concerns (i do not feel safe being out in this space) i need to have some form of compression just for sleeping, so during the day i can switch to my actual binder. are there any compression tops or something that may help me out? (also i will be wearing a baggy sweatshirt while i sleep to help)

I would recommend a stretchy sports bra, and the sweatshirt sounds like a good idea! You might be able to find tank tops with compression sports bras built in, but those can vary in effectiveness which is why they’re not my first recommendation. Obviously make sure you don’t wear anything too tight.

Maybe some followers have other suggestions?

Good luck & stay safe! I hope it goes well!!

-Valentine

SKAM’s mains & colour palettes

I’ve seen a few people talk (and gotten a few asks) about what could the stark blacks and whites in Sana’s season could possibly mean.
So far, I haven’t seen any opinion on this I really agree with so I’ll add my personal interpretation to the mix.

Each season has a different colour palette (and filter added in post-prod) that corresponds to its main and, by extension, their personality and how they see the world.

I picked a selected pictures from each season to illustrate my point. Sometimes, the main isn’t in the picture, so as to show you how much they influence (because it’s their season and their POV) the characters around them.

Eva’s colour palette is very earthy with yellows, greens, greys, creamy whites… The type of clothes she (and the people around her) mostly wear are wintery, cosy, and soft.
The whole season’s picture seems quite dimmed/faded (probably a filter) that goes with Eva’s self effacing personality and how she feels she blends in the background. The only times she dresses in all black with heavy makeup is when she’s out of her comfort zone: namely, at parties.

Noora’s colour palette is saturated (but the colours/filters dim when she’s not feeling well, like when the stuff with Niko happens) with pop-y blues, yellows, oranges…
The colours (and clothes) go with Noora’s joyful and spirited personality.

The types of clothes she (and the people around her) mostly wear are quite fashionable.
As for the filter, to me it looks like a cold yellow but people have also suggested that the filter might “just” saturate the colours.

Isak’s colour palette is dark with army greens, burgundy reds, dark greys, … To me, it goes with how low (and even depressed) Isak is feeling during most of his season.
The types of clothes he (and the people around him) mostly wear are very casual and unremarkable. This goes to contrast with how different Isak feels from the people around him, how he feels that (ultimately) he doesn’t fit and has to blend as much as possible and mimics the “normal” attitudes around him (ultimately he embraces who he is, that he doesn’t have to behave or dress one way or another to fit his true self, that he is his own “blend”).
A bluish filter is used. Blue usually indicates sadness and melancholy (”feeling blue”).

And now we have Sana…

Sana’s happy colour is black. Her season’s colour palette is black&white with, obviously, blacks and whites but also colours “in between” like greys and browns.
The clothes she (and people around her) wears are casual and sporty. She wears lighter/warmer colours and makeup the more comfortable she is. And her makeup gets darker and heavier, as her clothes get darker too and less personable, when she is uncomfortable and closed-off. This goes with Sana’s badass and active personality (as well as her love for basketball and hip hop music).
The filter used is warm earthy yellow.

So yeah: to me, not everything has to be just symbolic for the sake of.
TV shows and movies are visual arts and colours are, as a result, very important. You don’t need to dig deep into symbolic to get a feel about a character based solely on the colours used. A character dressed in white doesn’t automatically mean goodness and purity.
Sometimes, when a character is in white and all the others around them are in black, it’s just that the director wants us to focus even more on that character in white.

Special thanks to @imagineisak who helped a lot with the colour lingo and who you should go harass so they write us a deeper meta on the use of colours in SKAM. Lots of thanks to the skamily discord chat as well. <3

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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Honesty… Shao’s scene with Dizzee is so telling. Shao was hinting that he knows abt Dizzee and Thor, and then he goes and tells dizzee that “people don’t need to know everything about him”. He’s basically saying that he’s hiding things abt himself too. And then the scene closes with “Don’t worry. I got you, my alien brother”, when just episodes before Dizzee was using that “alien” metaphor to talk abt his sexuality. This scene is highkey hinting that Shao is gay.

Working with energy sources

How do you power your magic? As with anything magical, there are far more answers than any one person would care to know. When it comes to spells, what you use can have a potent influence on the efficacy of the spell. Whether channeling, transmuting, or just using your own internal energy,  it’s good to consider the source of the spell’s power when crafting it. More traditionally minded witches look toward the elements and herbal/crystal correspondences, but there’s also plenty of other ways to power your spells! Here, I review some common and uncommon energy sources and how to use them. This list is most certainly not exhaustive and is intended more to provide a starting point for thinking about what makes different energy sources unique. If you don’t already, I encourage you to think critically about the sources of magical power you use and what makes them so effective!

 
Traditional Sources:

  • The sun - As the primary provider of measurable energy such as light and heat, the sun is essential to life. Solar energy is potent and unfiltered so it’s very powerful, but also undirected. For both physical and magical purposes, solar energy has to undergo transformative processes in order to be useful to us. Channeling solar energy to power a spell is a common practice, though it should be done with care since the sun tends to burn up whatever it touches when used irresponsibly. 
  • The moon - The moon is the gentler counterpart to the sun. It traditionally fills a more mystical role, better suited to emotionality, secrecy, and protection than raw strength. The moon’s phases also offer clear time periods to suit different goals, especially ones that need time to develop. Many practitioners choose to time their workings by the moon’s phases, like to ensure that a spell manifests by a certain point in time. 
  • Candles - A candle is a firey energy source that can be easily manipulated by the practitioner. Like all fire-based energies, it is best suited for creative works, strength of will, etc. Candles are especially useful due to the high degree of specification they can have. A candle dressed in oil or carved with an intention can be more closely bound to the magical goal and thus more easily channeled into the spell. Herbs, colors, sizes, and scents may also be used to attune the energy source to the goal. Furthermore, the practitioner has direct control over the source itself and can make use of lighting and extinguishing the candle as a means of manipulating the spell’s energy. 
  • Grounding, earthing - There seems to be a bit of disagreement over whether grounding is best used as a conclusion to a spell or as an energy source for a spell, but I think the reason for this is that there are several different kinds of grounding processes. When grounding a spell after its completion, the practitioner is sending the existing magical energy back into the world in order to allow it to take effect and manifest. Grounding as an energy source is a way of channeling energy from the earth (or the universe) to power your spell. Both are good techniques in my opinion, though I tend to find other ways of concluding and “sending out” my magical works similarly effective. 

Man-made Sources:

  • Railroads - Railroads are an old form of energy, at least as far as man-made sources go. They are a good source of energy for things that need a lot of strength, or that need to travel long distances. They also have a significant association with trade and commerce, as well as with moving or traveling for pleasure.
  • Subways - I find myself using subways most often for work related magic. I find the electrified third rail to be a powerful point to tap into when working spells that need to reach across the city (like calling for trains to come sooner) or when I’m working in the direct vicinity. Subway commuters tend to be pretty well synchronized to the ambient energy, so you could also probably use some of it to affect the atmosphere on the platform or give yourself a little boost of energy before heading off.
  • Outlets & Adapters - I love using adapters for charging little charms and sigils! It’s a pretty neutral energy, plus it’s well suited to passive charging. Usually, I can leave stuff sitting on my laptop adaptor overnight and find it all juiced up in the morning. You could also definitely transmute it for use in more structured/ritual-based spells, though I find it a bit awkward to include.

Internal Sources:


  • Personal energy - Like most things, the magical practitioner themselves may act as an energy source. In some cases, this is desirable as it allows for a very personal mark on the spell. Tying a spell’s energy to one’s own will and strength gives the practitioner direct control over the spell and also can help them keep tabs on how active the spell is. On the other hand, a spell might require more energy than the practitioner has to offer, potentially draining the user unexpectedly, causing the spell to fail, or both. Personally, I use my energy when I have some extra to spare, which is a nice way of saying I dump all my anger into my curses. When doing that, I also make sure to seal off the spell when I’m done so none of it comes back to me. If you choose not to seal off your workings entirely, you may leave a limited connection in order to keep tabs on whatever it is you’re powering. I do this for simple servitors and wards so that I can keep them from running too low. I wouldn’t recommend dumping all your energy into a spell all at once because you can and will exhaust yourself.
  • Channeling - Channeling is less a source of its own and more a means of using sources like those mentioned above. When channeling energy, the practitioner simply acts as a conduit to direct external energy into their magical work. Channeling is generally regarded as a pretty basic energy work skill and is virtually essential for witches, regardless of path. Of course, now that I’ve said that, someone’s going to tell me they have a practice that never uses channeling, but hey, that’s how it goes. I think the trickiest part of channeling is keeping your energy and the energy you’re channelling separate. Obviously, your own personal energy can be used in a spell, but that gets exhausting fast and if you’re trying to avoid that by channelling, you should be careful not to still end up draining yourself too. Likewise, channelling opens you up to direct contact with external energy sources, some of which you may not want lingering around. If you’re worried about getting stuff mixed up, try working with a familiar energy source like a crystal or a plant before working with more powerful energy like the sun or a planet.
  • Transmutation - Like channelling, transmutation is a way of making use of energy. Its main difference is that instead of using an energy specially chosen for the practitioner’s purposes, they simply pull from what’s around and transform it on the fly. Transmutation requires a bit more practice than channeling, as you have to modify the energy you’re bringing in before you can make use of it, but it’s also damn convenient. I find it best used when working with neutral energy, especially the kind that seems to linger around cities and man-made sources. Neutral energies can also be combined through transmutation, so you can even mat Transmutation of natural sources is most definitely possible, but it’s best suited to the kind of generic energy that you’d find in unprogrammed quartz rather than say, trying to transmute the energy in lavender for a nasty curse.

I wrote this very quickly and I’m not sure it makes any sense but here just take it!! & please feel free to add on with any of your favorite energy sources and how you use them

BTS as things my friends have said

Namjoon: “Nothing happened. You didn’t see anything. I didn’t just drop my drink, and the lamp is not broken. Stop looking at me.”

Jungkook: “You should come to the gym with me some time! I go at 8 every morning… Why are you looking at me like that? What? Don’t most people?!”

Seokjin: “I’m making dinner, and no, I don’t need your help. Last time was a bit… Tell you what. How about you sit waaay over there and grate the cheese.”

Hoseok: “Those people just gave us a weird look but like?? What’s weird about skipping through six flags? The real question is why aren’t they skipping too?”

Taehyung: “You guys all know that I’m secretly a furry, right?”

Yoongi: “How about everyone else goes for a walk and leaves me alone to sleep on the couch.” *Is asleep in 0.2 seconds*

Jimin: “I’m not cute!! I’m SCARY! Fear me! … Can I have a cookie please?”


A/N Obviously this is just for fun. I’ve seen some of these floating around tumblr and I thought “my friends say all kinds of weird things” and decided to do one of my own (it took like 2 minutes but it was fun). <3

like, honestly, maybe i’m being so positive i’m delusional but, to me, that clip can also be interpreted as noora trying to ask sana if she likes yousef

like, this is sana’s pov, and sana is feeling ignored by her friends (for real reasons, i don’t blame her, i think the squad is being shitty too), and she caught noora and yousef talking and immediately felt that that meant they were romantically interested in each other (except that, plot twist: not every boys and girls talking to each other are crushing on each other, just saying).

and now you have noora who, for all we know, might be trying to be like “hey, sanasol, your brother’s friends seemed really nice and charming, do you fancy any one of them maybe? i want to know about you” but sana was hurt and on her guards and saw it as a sign that noora is actually interested in yousef and immediately goes “you don’t want to date him”

so noora is taken aback, obviously. what prompted this? “why not?” what’s happening?

and then sana goes on and on about how muslim boys are no good and don’t want non muslim girls and noora is still a bit taken aback by this sudden change in tone…but she has no chance to clear the misunderstanding sana had about her intentions because sana then changes the topic to willhelm

so yeah, like. idk maybe i’m being too optimistic? but i see everyone freaking out and, honestly, to me, the infos we’ve been given so far do not scream “love triangle”.
it’s sana’s biased view of everything that’s going on and, because this is her season, we’re sharing her bias.

Sherlock clears his throat. “So, you’ll… that is… you’ll come back, then?”

John’s head whips up at that. He has been sitting in his arm chair, staring dully at the fire. But, he’s been constantly on the edge of his seat, as if ready to flee at a moment’s notice. 

His silence goes on a bit too long, so Sherlock backtracks, stung and mortified. “Sorry. No, forget it, it’s fi-”

“You mean,” John says, his voice hoarse. He’s actually looking at Sherlock now, and some glimmer of life has returned to his eyes. “You mean, you- you want me back?”

Something in Sherlock’s chest snaps, and he tries his hardest not to inhale too obviously. He sees it now, he sees everything, too much at once: a young John who has learned the price of abandonment, has learnt too soon that nothing is permanent, has learnt that even the ones he loves the most could up and leave and-

And Sherlock is up, out of his own seat, going to him. There is one thought on his mind: that John deserves to know just how very loved he is. 

“John. John, of course, I- this- it isn’t- it’s not home without-” 

John lets out a little tear-filled gasp, and one hand clutches Sherlock’s wrist. “Sherlock. Sher-” But, whatever he was about to say is lost as his voice completely breaks, and the tears win their fight.

“Oh, John,” Sherlock whispers. He kneels in front of him, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s going to be alright. Just-shh. It will, I promise…”

He waits and waits until John’s cries slow and fade.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, lips to the top of John’s head. “It’s late, so I’ll give you some pyjamas- they’ll drown you but it’ll be funny- and you’re going to sleep for as long as you want while I phone Mycroft before dawn to arrange a moving van.”

John laughs against Sherlock’s chest. He raises his head, eyes definitely sparkling, now. “You think you’ll get something at that time?” 

“No, but I might as well get some entertainment in pissing him off.” 

John laughs again. He’s looking past Sherlock now, eyes flickering all over the flat, in some sort of dazed wonder. Sherlock can’t tell what he’s seeing.

“This place, I- I never thought-ever-I-” His voice cuts off again as he swallows. 

He’s not ready, Sherlock tells himself. Be gentle

So, Sherlock hands over his mobile. “Welcome home, John. Now, get us a takeaway, will you?”

anonymous asked:

Sherlock: Headcanon being Mycroft's daughter and skipping school for "working" with your uncle

Can this actually be my life please I wanna work with Sherlock. I had fun writing this AHHAH thanks for the request anon!

Being Mycroft’s daughter and skipping school for “work” with your uncle:

  • Sherlock likes taking you along to cases for three reasons: to annoy Mycroft, your deductions are entertaining, and sometimes you make good suggestions.
  • “This case is particularity gruesome, Sherlock.” “Call a cab, John, we’re picking up (y/n).” “Did you not just hear me say ‘gruesome’, Sherlock?” “I know. Perfect for (y/n).”
  • Mycroft obviously doesn’t drive you to school everyday, one of his assistants do. 
  • Sherlock is already at your school, waiting for your car to drive away. 
  • “Sherlock, I really don’t think we should be taking (y/n) out of class-” “Shut up John, the case is much more interesting than whatever Literature class (y/n) is in right now. She’s much too advanced for that educational nonsense.” 
  • Sherlock goes to the school office during your first class.
  • “(y/n) Holmes, please report to the office. Your uncle is here saying there is a family emergency.” “Family emergency? I don’t think- Sherlock!”
  • You love hanging out with Sherlock and John. John likes hanging out with you too, but he disagrees with Sherlock on taking you out of school. Sherlock doesn’t care. 
  • Sherlock always asks for your opinion before John’s. That kind of pisses John off, but then again he’s secretly fascinated at how tolerant and nice Sherlock is to his niece. Watching the two of you interact restores some faith in John that Sherlock is actually human.
  • “Ew, Sherlock look! That’s gross!” “Yes, good deduction, very articulate. Gross indeed.”
  • Sometimes Lestrade is there, and he’s always confused when he sees you. 
  • “(y/n)? Isn’t she supposed to be at school?” “No, Lestrade, she’s here to help replace Anderson. And don’t you dare call Mycroft.” “I already did.” “George!” “It’s Greg!”
  • So Sherlock has to rush you back to school before Mycroft is there, but his car is already waiting outside the school.
  • “Hi dad.” “Don’t ‘hi dad’ me, (y/n). Where’s your uncle?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Really, (y/n), you’re as difficult as your uncl- SHERLOCK! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
  • So Sherlock has to sit next to you in the car and the both of you usually get a lecture. Mycroft lectures Sherlock about taking you out of school to see dead bodies and he lectures you about actually going with Sherlock. 
  • But that doesn’t stop Sherlock from taking you to more cases and it doesn’t stop you from joining him. 
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Truth or Dare, Princess

Summary: When the boys are stumped on a case he sends them to the reader. That one case leads to a more permanent relationship with the boys, and ultimately her falling in love with Dean…and Cas. There’s always been something about the reader they’ve loved and a game of truth or dare let’s them explore it. 

Word Count: 4816

Author’s note: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! I absolutely LOVE this one guys!! Just as a warning the plot doesn’t 100% follow along with the shows plot. Tell me what you guys think about this one!

You’d been hunting with Sam and Dean for the past year, your paths crossed on Arachne case. Bobby had referred the boys to you, you weren’t a hunter but you focused on lore. After telling Bobby how confused they were he sent them your way, but you never knew how important that one small decision would be.

Bobby had set it up so the boys would meet you at the library you worked at, it was a cover for you. The first and second floors were all normal books, but the basement was specifically for lore and hunters. You had hunters file in and out, and you helped them the best you could.

When Bobby had first suggested you to the boys Dean smirked, “She seems like just your type Sammy, nerdy”. Bobby just smiled to himself about Dean’s comment, he knew the second Dean saw you he’d be sold. Sure you were smart and loved books, but you were also incredibly beautiful.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean you of all people should know not to judge someone off of what’s said about them”. Bobby continued telling the boys where they could find you, and how he’d set up the meeting. The boys were in need of help so they didn’t mind. Bobby placed a call to you and then the boys were on their way.

It was closing time, which meant it was just you. You were excited but nervous, Sam and Dean Winchester were legends. Before you knew it you hear the sound of a bell, and eventually two men walked in. Taking in their descriptions you knew it was Sam and Dean.

They made their way over to the counter, and the closer they got the more you realized how incredibly good looking they were. Dean leaned against the counter, “Hey princess, you must be (y/n)”. You felt your cheeks begin to redden, “Yes I am, and you must be Dean”. Hearing him call you princess set butterflies a flight in your stomach.

He grinned, but before he could reply his brother cut him off, “ Thank you so much for even helping us, so is this whole library yours?”. Dean rolled his eyes, his brother was cockblocking him. You smiled realizing how beautiful Sam was too, “Yes…kinda…my aunt left it to me when she passed”.

You had always been close with your Aunt, and she was a hunter. She’d be good friends with Bobby and she was the reason you were even in this lifestyle. Sam forced a smile feeling bad for bringing up something so emotional, “I’m sorry, losing someone is one of the worst things to go through”.

Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear you replied, “It is, but it’s good to have this place. It reminds me of her and hunters always come in telling me stories. I mean we all know death is never really the end..but enough about me how can I help you guys?”. Sam tried not to laugh but he found you incredibly cute, especially how you babbled on.

Dean licked his lips, he had about a thousand different ideas about how you could help him, “We’re having trouble figuring out what exactly we’re hunting”. You smiled, “Well I think I can help, follow me”. You started to lead them down to the basement while Dean let his eyes roll to the back of his head mouthing, “Oh my god” to his brother.

Sam shook his head in annoyance, he believed there was a lot more to you and didn’t want you to become one of his brothers flings. When you finally got into the room you pulled out your laptop and set it on the main table, “Okay what can you give me?”.

Dean raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly what he could give you but once again Sam intervened, “One of the witnesses said the creature had mottled skin and double sided irises”. You knew exactly what it was, but you were sad things were over so easily. Both brothers pulled a chair up next to you and you felt flushed being in the middle of such an attractive sandwich, especially with the way Dean was looking at you.

You pulled up the file, “I think what you have is an Arachne I know they’re only-”. Sam chimed in, “located in Greece”. Dean wanted to throw up, it had been five seconds and you were already finishing each other’s sentences. He placed his hand briefly on your knee sending shivers down your spine, “So how do we gank the son of a bitch?”.

You bit your lip trying to stop your mind from where it was going. You hoped Dean hadn’t noticed but he did, and he grinned realizing his effect on you. Turning to him you explained, “Decapitation is the only way they can be killed, and Sam I think ever since the apocalypse creatures have started appearing…it’s strange but-”.

Sam laughed, “Strange has become a regular adjective to describe our life”. Sam was amazed, it took you about a minute to know what the monster was and only with a few details. You got up, “I guess that solves things, I hope I was worth it”.

Dean got up too, “Oh trust me, you were so worth it”. You blushed again, obviously picking up on what Dean really meant. Sam added, “It was incredible how quickly you knew what we were hunting, thank you so much”.

Dean grinned, “You know we should get your number for future cases, you’re a lot easier to look at than Bobby” he finished his sentence with a wink. You laughed, “I don’t know Bobby does have this vibe to him…”.

Both brothers laughed but you finally said, “ I’d love to hear how the case goes, and I’d love to help out again”. You leaned down to write your number on a piece of paper and Dean raised his eyebrows to his brother again, signaling how good at this game he was.

That case started the relationship you had with the Winchesters. They called you to tell you how the case went, and then to ask for help on the next one, and then the next. Finally after a couple months you decided it would be easier to move into the bunker.

Bobby found someone to take over the library for you, a friend of his named Garth. You were happy to move in the Winchesters, the library had become the only family you’d had but at the end of the day it was just a building. It was a place filled with memories, but none that truly belonged to you.

Sam had become a close friend, while Dean had become somewhat of a love interest. Which meant; you were hopelessly in love with him but you weren’t sure how he felt. He flirted with you, but you never took it seriously because you soon learned Dean flirted with everyone.

On some cases you worked with their friend Charlie, she was similar to you. She loved fictional worlds, and shared your nerdy tendencies. A friendship soon formed, and you were thankful to not always be the only girl in the house. You told her everything, especially your feelings for Dean.

There was one other person you became close with, Castiel. You were working on a case about angels and Sam called him in to help you. From the moment you saw those piercing blue eyes you were sold, your heart confused at what you felt for both him and Dean. You justified what you felt with the fact that you didn’t even know how Dean felt.

You still remembered the first time you’d met him. You were in the library all alone when he walked in, a determined look on his face. His voice was low, “You must be (y/n) from Dean’s description but you don’t look hot you look of normal temperature for a human”. You laughed instantly, so this is what angels were like.

You stood up, “I’m guessing you’re Castiel-”. You lost your train of thought when you looked into his eyes, mesmerized by their intensity. Finally you caught yourself, “I’m sorry I’ve never met an angel before I-”. He smiled, “It’s okay, I haven’t met a human like you before” he said looking you up and down.

With the pressure of his gaze you felt uneasy, “Would you like to get started, I think we might be dealing with an archangel but I’m not sure”. Castiel sat down next to you and you couldn’t help but think about how close his body was to yours. Your mind started to drift so you tried to pull yourself back, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Castiel smirk.

You needed to bring your mind back, “What does this look like to you?”. Again Castiel grinned, but you just ignored it. He placed his arm over your chair and leaned forward looking at your computer screen, “I think your assumptions might be correct, but we need more evidence”.

You felt relieved that you knew what you were dealing with, until you realized your mind was drifting again. There was so many questions you had about angels; did they have sex or was that a sin, what can they really do with their grace, could angels even get hard?

You were too busy to notice the way Castiel was looking at you. The thing was you’d forgotten one essential thing about angels, they could read minds. Castiel heard every impure thought you’d had, and he was amused by them. On the outside you were so innocent, but he was starting to know how much your desires changed you.

This was something he could use to his advantage, you still thought he was innocent too. He rubbed your thigh lightly, “Are you okay (y/n), you seem distracted?”. You snapped out of your thoughts, but nearly went right back in when you realized how he was touching you. Trying to play it off you forced a laugh, “Yeah sorry, this has been a lot….the case”.

Castiel just smiled, you would be fun. From that moment on Castiel became very interested in you, but you never knew what he was really thinking. Could angels even flirt, could Castiel even flirt? You were in a constant whirlwind of emotions between him and Dean.

You were in the library with Charlie and Sam, obviously researching, when Dean walked in. Castiel trailed behind him, they both looked happy. Dean sat next to you, “Hey princess, what do you say we do something a little more fun?”.

Your heart started to race thinking about what fun could really mean so you missed the look Castiel gave Dean. After a second of letting you go crazy Dean added, “WE all could do something a little more fun”. Finally your heart slowed down, he was talking about everyone.

Charlie was excited, “Okay Dean what did you have in mind?”. The look that formed on Dean’s face sent shivers down your spine, he was up to something. He grinned, “We’re going to play good ole truth or dare….but sexual”.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Really Dean, what are we 16?”. You laughed at Sam’s comment, this did seem a bit juvenile. Dean put his hands up defensively, “Come on Sammy I think we’re all dying to know how innocent (y/n) really is”.

Suddenly all eyes were on you and you felt your entire face turn red. You smiled sheepishly, “Uh-”. Charlie cut you off, “ We’re in” she winked at you. You gave her a look but she didn’t care, she knew this might finally push you to do something with Dean.

Dean clapped his hands together, “Good, now who should go first…”. Again the whole room looked to you and you just shook your head. You rolled your eyes, “Okay, me I guess”. Dean looked to Castiel before looking back to you.

He grinned, “So truth or dare?”. You felt like you’d be screwed either way, “Dare”. Dean’s jaw dropped and the entire room cheered at your decision. Dean licked his lips, “I’ll start easy; I dare to tell you to tell me one of your kinks”.

Charlie started laughing and the rest of the gang became a thousand times more interested in what you were about to say. To the gang you were the innocent one, but if only they knew how you really were. You closed your eyes summoning up the courage, “Well you guys can’t judge me”. Dean had a weird look in his eyes, “I wouldn’t dream of it princess”.

Maybe it was because it was already extremely late, or the fact that you’d been thinking about Dean all day, regardless you told them the truth. For once you had the courage to let them know just how “innocent” you were.

You exhaled, “I like when people are really dominant…not just telling me what to do but just reminding me I’m yours..you know…like I better listen to….”. You decided to quit while you were ahead and you hid your face in Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie grinned, “Daddy…she was going to finish the sentence with daddy”.

You wanted to kill her, you weren’t embarrassed of what you liked it you were just shy. Dean tried to hide his excitement, he was so instantly turned on. Finally you looked up and you felt on fire between the looks Castiel and Dean were giving you.

Dean smiled, “Don’t be shy about it princess, to make things fair I’ll tell you one of mine”. You bit your lip in anticipation, there was no way to keep your thoughts pure now. He grinned, “We go hand and hand, I like being called Daddy and knowing I have a good little girl who listens to me”.

You squeezed your thighs together tried to stop the throbbing. Sam got up, “I didn’t need to hear that I’m gonna-”. Dean laughed, “Don’t act so pure Sammy we share a wall so I know what you’re up too”.

Sam looked from his brother to you and his whole face became a deep shade of red. He ran a hand through his hair, “Fine Dean, but I also don’t feel like hearing what gets you going”. Dean winked at you before saying, “Fine Sam, but I have a feeling the rest of the room is extremely interested”.

You felt yourself already getting wet, Dean was obviously talking about you. Sam rolled his eyes and excused himself. Dean didn’t skip a beat, “Alright princess, now it’s your turn to ask someone”. You decided that you wanted to ask Castiel a question. You grinned, “Castiel, truth or dare”.

Reading your thoughts Castiel knew picking truth would be a lot more entertaining, “I chose truth”. You tried not to blush, “Do angels have a sex drive or is that a sin?”. Castiel smiled, this would be so easy.

He looked to Dean and then you, “I have a sex drive, I may be an angel but I can be as sinful as I want”. Castiel looked you over while saying the second part, and the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

Charlie spoke up, “Guys I know I don’t bat for your team but don’t bench me!”. Castiel turned to her and asked a question, “What is your favorite part of a woman?”. Charlie thought it over for a second before giggling.

She shrugged, “I’m a tits kinda girl I guess”. The boys both laughed and so did you. Somehow Charlie could make the most weirdest situations funny. She held up a finger, “I almost didn’t notice Cas but you didn’t ask me truth or dare, which makes that a clear violation. Which means you must now do what ever dare I chose”.

Cas nodded his head, he was a man of rules. Charlie giggled again, “Since you’re as sinful as you want I dare you to whisper the dirtiest sentence you can think of into (y/n)’s ear”. You jaw dropped a little, would you be able to handle that?

Castiel just nodded his head again and within a second he was next to you. With one hand he delicately moved your face towards him, and trailed the other up your thigh. You closed your eyes and felt his lips graze your ear, “I want you to be a good little girl for me and let Dean fuck that pretty little pussy of yours while you suck my cock”.

You bit your lip hiding a moan, you wanted so badly to say, “Yes daddy” but you remembered where you were. To your surprise after he was done speaking he kissed you below your jaw. Charlie and Dean were going wild.

Just like that he returned to his seat, leaving you wanting more. Charlie raised her eyebrows, “From how (y/n) is reacting I guess you weren’t lying”. Feeling all eyes on you, you were eager to divert the attention. You looked to Dean, “Truth or dare?”.

He leaned forward, “Dare princess”. You gulped, unsure of what to ask. You wanted to dare Dean to take you right there on the table, but you needed to control yourself. Smiling you said, “I dare you to tell me why you keep calling me princess”.

You figured that would be an easy question and that maybe the throbbing and desire you felt would stop, but you were wrong. He licked his lips, “I like how worked up it gets you, from the first time I called you it I saw what it did to you”.

You felt yourself beginning to blush again, unsure of what to say. Suddenly Charlie got a text and her entire demeanor changed. She sighed, “The bat signal has gone off guys, looks like my night is done”. You were sad that Charlie had to leave, and nervous that you’d be left with the boys.

She hugged you and everyone gave their goodbyes. Getting up you said, “Well that’s my night too, sorry to disappoint boys”. Dean looked up at you smiling, “You never disappoint princess”. You found yourself smiling but before you could walk out Castiel got up.

He reached out a hand, “The least we could do is walk you to your room”. That would be nice, and it seemed innocent enough so you agreed. They got up and gave each other weird looks, which made you rethink your decision.

Pushing it to the back of your mind you continued walking forward. It was a short walk to your room and before you knew it you were there. You opened the door and they both leaned on either side of the frame, “Well thanks guys, I guess I should go to bed”.

The truth was that you didn’t want to go to bed, you wanted the both of them like Castiel had suggested. You were too shy to act on it so for right now it just occupied your thoughts. They looked to each other and Castiel spoke up, “Your mind suggests otherwise (y/n)”.

You were confused, “My mind?”. They grinned now, a look of satisfaction on their faces. Castiel explained, “You’re a very intelligent girl (y/n), but you’ve been incorrect about the most fun part of being an angel; reading minds”.

There was no hiding it, your face turned bright red. You tried to remember everything you’d been thinking about, especially the dirtier stuff. Castiel laughed, “Yes, I’ve heard everything…you’re a dirty little thing”.

Now Dean chimed in, “I can’t believe I thought you were so innocent, I think it’s time we treat you like the dirty girl you are”. Your mouth just opened as you felt your desire growing, unable to respond.

Castiel got closer to you and again lifted your chin up with a finger, “Be a good girl and answer us”. Somehow you found the words and said, “Yes Castiel”. He turned to Dean smiling, everything was falling into place. They followed you into your room as Dean closed the door behind you.

Castiel added, “I want you to call me commander, think you can do that baby?”. You nodded your head but remembered what they wanted, “Yes commander”. Dean grinned, “Look how quickly she catches on, this will be fun”.

You just gulped, waiting to see what their next move would be. Castiel shook his head, “I can still read your thoughts (y/n), so eager”. Biting your lip you still waited to see what they’d tell you.

Dean looked you up and down, “I think I wanna play with her for a little while you watch, is that something you’d like princess?”. Your breathing became more rapid, “Yes daddy”. Dean lead you towards the bed, your back against the headboard.

He bit his lip, “Let’s get you out of those clothes”. You started to lift the dress you’d been wearing, leaving you in just your baby blue bra and panties set. Dean groaned, “Fuck Cas, look at how beautiful she is”.

By now Castiel had sat in your desk chair, lightly palming himself through his jeans, “Breathtaking…”. You felt yourself getting wetter with all the attention and anticipation. Dean turned your head towards his, “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day we met”.

He lightly placed his lips on yours while his hand cupped your cheek. The kiss ignited a flame of desire in your core, you wanted more. When it was over he slowly dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “Fuck you’re amazing”.

You were so needy, “Dean..I-”. He shook his head and brought his hand to lightly grasp your throat, “Daddy”. It made your breath hitch and your core soaked. You blinked, “Daddy, I need more”. He removed his hand and kissed your forehead, “Good girl”.

His hand trailed down your stomach and slipped under your panties, he slowly inserted one finger inside of you and you moaned. Dean took his finger out and sucked on it, “You taste so good princess”. You watched him with your mouth wide open, so turned on.

Dean moved down the bed, bringing himself closer to your core. He slowly took off your panties, “No need for these doll”. After that he spread your legs and you bit your finger unsure of his next move. He licked his lips, “So fucking beautiful princess”.

His praises were turning you on even more. Dean licked up your folds and you moaned at his touch. He flicked his tongue lightly over your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Looking to your left you saw Castiel was now fully exposed, stroking his shaft.

Seeing Castiel made you even more needy, he looked so good. Dean spread your folds with his two fingers, exposing you further. He started to trace patterns over your clit with his tongue, “Fuck daddy that feels so good”. Castiel groaned, becoming more turned on too.

You bucked your hips, needing more, but with his hands Dean held you down. You loved the feeling of having no control, your pleasure all up to Dean. He moved his head faster and you felt yourself getting closer, “Daddy please I’m-”.

Dean stopped what he was doing, “I know princess, but I want to feel you cum around my cock”. He moved back up next to you and called over Castiel. You felt the bed sink down as Castiel sat next to you.

He placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “You look so beautiful when you’re so worked up”. Before you could reply he crashed his lips into yours, his dominance surprising you. Castiel knew what he wanted and didn’t hesitate to take in.

During the kiss Castiel shifted your body, bringing you ontop of him. Dean now kneeled behind you, and brought your ass to press against him. Once the kiss was over Castiel said, “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around your commanders cock”.

You nodded, “Yes commander”. Dean groaned, “She’s such a good little girl”. Getting on all fours your ass pressed against Dean and your lips hovered over Castiel’s cock. You licked slowly up Castiel’s shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip causing him to moan.

You felt Dean’s tip press against your pussy, “Please daddy”. He slapped your ass, “Not until you start to suck his cock”. You nodded your head and finally took Cas in your mouth. Finally when you took as much of Castiel as you could you felt Dean enter you.

You moaned against Castiel’s cock which caused him to buck his hips forward. Dean started to enter in and out of you, stretching your walls. Following his speed you started to bob your head up and down. Castiel got a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down lightly.

Cas moaned, “Fuck this feels so good”. Dean slapped your ass, “Damn straight”. You liked the slight tang of pain you felt when he slapped your ass. Dean placed his hands on your hips, thrusting himself deeper inside you. You moaned against Castiel’s cock again, “Fuck Dean, keep going..it feels so good when she moans against my cock”.

Dean went faster, “That’s it princess, you look so good with a mouthful of his cock”. You took even more of Cas in your mouth, the feeling of being completely filled so intoxicating. With your hand you started to play with his balls, making Castiel moan even more.

You knew you were getting close and Cas let Dean know, “Our good little girl wants to cum”. Both boys were just as close as you were, everything was so intense. Dean felt himself getting sloppier, “Fuck princess, I do too, cum when we tell you”.

Castiel started thrusting himself into your mouth, “You’re gonna make your commander cum all over those pretty lips”. Dean was thrusting so deeply into you he was hitting your g-spot every time. You felt like you were going to explode, and you didn’t know if you could hold on any longer.

Dean was moaning so loudly, “Shit this feels so good, doesn’t it babygirl”. Castiel was just as close, “Let’s let the good little girl cum for us Dean”. Suddenly both boys started thrusting even deeper, and you felt your senses become flooded.

Dean nearly yelled, “Cum for us princess, fucking cum for us right now, be a good girl and fucking cum”. That was all you needed, you let yourself go. Your body shut down, the only thing you could process was the pleasure.

It was like a bomb that went off in your core and shook through your entire body. All you could do was moan, but you mouth was filled. You moans sent vibrations against Castiel’s cock, and then he was cumming too. You felt his hot load shoot to the back of your throat, but you continued sucking.

Castiel moaned so loudly, “Fuck she’s still sucking…shit I’m so sensitive..fuck”. This was all enough to set Dean off too. He felt your walls clench against his dick and he thrusted even harder. The moans that filled the room caused his own orgasm.

He exploded inside of you, filling you up. You groaned as you felt him twitch inside of you. All the sensations were so intense, all you could do was moan. As he came Dean held onto your hips tighter. Finally you were left shaking, as both boys pulled out of you.

Castiel pulled you up towards him, placing a his lips on yours. You felt the bed shift again as Dean sat next to you both. When you were done kissing Castiel, Dean pulled you in for a kiss. Castiel laughed, “What about sharing Dean?”.

Dean smiled against your lips ending the kiss, “It’s just so hard when it comes to (y/n)”. Smiling aswell you finally spoke up, “ I am all for sharing”. Castiel pulled you so you were perfectly in between the both of them.

They each started to caress your body, sending shivers down your spine. Dean nibbed on your ear, “Fuck you’re so perfect”. Castiel whispered in your other year, “So incredibly perfect”. You sat there feeling the happiest you’d ever felt, in between two of the people you cared for the most.

Dean finally said it, “I love you princess, always have always will”. He kissed you again, preserving the moment with your bodies. While the kiss continued Castiel whispered in your ear, “I love you too (y/n), I didn’t know I could”.

When the kiss was over you were left panting, “I love you both so much”. They just smiled, just as content with life. They were incredibly excited for what your future together held, even for what rest of the night held.

HOW TO KEEP GOING AFTER WHAT HAPPENED WITH KATIE'S BROTHER ?

Since yesterday, I feel like shit. I feel ashamed. And sad. Embarrassed because ONE OF US did what they did with a nice guy like Rory.

I get that most of us also feel very very angry with whoever got his number and texted him non-stop. Personally, I would like to know whoever did that, but it wouldn’t be greatest idea. But I hope this person knows that they affected THE WHOLE FANDOM.

But how to move on from this episode?

I think that despite what happened, as fans, we all need to come together and think about our behavior the next time some of us have the opportunity to meet Katie, and about our online behavior too.

We need some guidelines and boundaries, so here it goes a few things I think we’ll need to do:

• Rory is obviously upset, plenty of us already apologized to him via Twitter, and that’s great, but LET’S GIVE HIM A BREAK. He needs some time to recover and move on with his life, so whatever he tweets next, do not respond. Just let him be.

• To all of you (like me) who wants to know the person who did that: JUST NO. The person it’s getting so much hate already, but we don’t want them to do something stupid like hurt himself/herself.

• LET’S STAY UNITED! It doesn’t matter for how long you’ve been a Katie’s fan. No one it’s more because they follow her work since Merlin or less because they’ve fell in love with her for Supergirl. We need each other, we need to stay united no matter the Fandom.

• LET’S FORGET ABOUT HER BRITHDAY! And this goes to whatever personal information SHE OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T WANT TO SHARE! Do not ask her about it if you meet her, do not encourage someone to ask, don’t ask about boyfriends or girlfriends or anything personal at all. That’s what led us to this situation, unfortunately.

• KEEP LOVING HER! Let’s shower her with love and affection and admiration if we got the chance. Let’s not embarrass her with inappropriate Fandom questions or whatever, let’s just… LOVE KATIE AND HER AMAZING WORK.

If you guys want to add something to the list, feel free to do.

But whatever happens next, LET’S CONTINUE LOVING EACH OTHER. She united us, and we’re here to stay…

Respectfully.

Bathe Me

Pairing: Josh/ Reader Warnings: Smut, Bath sex, Slight fluff Rating: Mature A/N: Funny backstory, this was a joke between me and my best friend and now it’s a smut.

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Your job was stressing you out more than you could’ve imagined. It seemed you couldn’t do anything right and everybody was mad at you at all hours of the day. While you were working, you decided since the store was empty, that you would just post a picture for the hell of it. You take a picture of the bath bombs that your store sold, and posted it to Twitter along with the caption, “I just want to take a bath with these. Having someone with me could be fun too. @joshuadun" You didn’t have that big of a following or any connections with Josh, so you obviously didn’t think anything of posting it. You were a mega fan of twenty one pilots, and any of your followers could attest to that. A few hours later, you’re helping the last customer before closing up, and your phone goes off. You ring them up, close and lock the store doors, and walk to your car ; finally pulling out your phone. You see a dm from Josh Dun, and immediately think it’s fake, probably someone joking with you because if the picture. However, when you open it, you notice the blue tick, indicating it’s real. Your heart does flips in your stomach as you open it, hands shaking, threatening to make you lose grip on your phone. “If the offer is still available, meet me asap at” and there was his address. Josh, fucking, Dun. You had already bought the bath bombs, figuring you’d just take your own bath and whatnot, but you weren’t going to pass this opportunity. You get in your car and drive to his place, hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles were turning white. The drive wasn’t too long, but you couldn’t stop your mind from racing at the fact that he actually dmed you and you were actually about to go meet him and….Whatever else ensued. You park your car and walk out, clutching your bag of bath bombs tightly to your chest, knocking on the door. It takes a few moments, but eventually the door opens, Josh’s face brightening once he realized who you were. “Hey!” He said, pulling you into a hug that lingered too long. He lets you go and you walk past him inside, the door shutting behind you. You’re speechless as your brain tries to understand what the hell was actually going on. You were in his house. You touched him. You’re going to talk to him. Take a bath with him. “So, uh, why’d you even dm me. What intrigued you to tell me to come over?” You ask, turning to face him. “Well, you’re tweet came at a perfect time, I just opened my phone and it was the first one to show up. After that, I couldn’t stop scrolling through your posts.“ He said, walking closer. You hide your face in your hands. “That’s so embarrassing” you say. He laughs. “It’s not! I like you. You’re funny, and witty. Not to mention you’re extremely attractive” he says, looking you up and down. “Ah, I’m nothing compared to you” you scoff, looking him up as well. “Don’t say that.” He starts, resting his hands on your hips. “You’re one of the hottest and prettiest girls I’ve seen.” You roll your eyes but smile at him anyways. He leads you down a hallway and then into a room, which was clearly his bathroom. The water had already been ran, so all you two really needed to do was get in. “You should put one if those bombs in” he says. You look through your bag, pulling one out that had Rose petals in it, that would turn the water red. You smirk to yourself, dropping it in the water and smile when Josh steps behind you to watch it. “Good choice” He says. You turn around to see him already down to his underwear. He steps in front of you so you can’t see his actual member, but you did catch an eyeful of his butt. He settled in, using bubbles to hide himself. “You getting in?” He asks, a new darkness now present in his voice. You look from wall to wall, feeling weird about having to strip in from of him. “I won’t look” He says, hiding behind his eyes. You turn your back to him and pull off your shirt, moving to slide down your pants. You turn back around, Josh not hiding anymore, but blatantly staring at you. You bite your lip and reach around your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the ground. Josh shifted in the tub, clearly turned on now, as if he hadn’t been before. You slide down your underwear, quickly getting into the tub and sliding down into it. The two of you talk for a while, getting to know each other, and you found that you couldn’t help but have a deeper infatuation for him. "I can’t believe I tweeted you and said we should take a bath together” you laugh. “I can’t either. It’s kind of weird” he says, obviously joking. But still, you mocked that you were hurt, and splashed the water at him, completely soaking him. “I’ll get you back for that one” He retaliates and splashes you back, the water overwhelming you. You start to go to splash him again, but he moves to fast and grabs your arms, pinning them above your head. The laughing dies down, but he doesn’t make an attempt to move or let go of you. Instead, he dips his head down, kissing you gently and letting your arms go. You kiss back, tangling your fingers into his hair. He was truly an amazing kisser, unbelievable, really. He moves down slowly, kissing along your jaw, your neck, your chest. He moves his hands down, spreading your legs a bit to slide two of his fingers past your entrance, the water working as a lubricant. You pull in a breath through your teeth, as he forces you to look at his face while he continues to work on you. He works his thumb over your clit, so you lean your head back and pull your lip between your teeth. As soon as it ha started, it ended. Before you could protest, he slipped his hands under each of your thighs and pulled your legs over his, positioning himself and thrusting into you. You grab onto the ledge of the tub and groan, your eyes rolling back because of his size. His thrusts were powerful and rough, and he maintained a rhythm, as if it was his entire purpose. He uses your thighs to pull you down against his thrusts, hitting you deeper than you had even thought possible. You had already been close to finishing when he was fingering you, and it was so incredibly hot still, so it felt like you were going to cum very soon. Not having wanted it to end so quickly, you push Josh back, and he slides out of you, resting on his side of the tub. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He asks, looking slightly terrified. “No. No, Josh. you didn’t” You say, moving slowly over to him through the water, a smirk clear on your face. He raises an eyebrow but soon understands what’s going on. You settle onto your knees that were on either side of him, and begin to ease yourself onto his length, as Josh rests his arms on the edge, letting you have control. Once you’re settled and adjusted to this new position, you pull off, and slam your body back down against him, causing Josh to gasp and set his hands on your hips. “Fuck, you really know what you’re doing” he laughs out, helping you meet his thrusts. You shake your head and pull his hands off of you. “Patience” You say. He groans and slowly drags his lip between his teeth, watching how your body moves against him. You continue to slowly ease off of him, and then drop yourself, taking him deeper each time. Josh looks at you in the eyes, his normal brown now nearly a shade of black. “Turn” He says. “What?” Instead of explaining, he pulls you off of him and turns you so your back is to his chest. He lowers you onto his erection, and waits for you to get back into your groove. Once you felt like you could take over again, he slides his hands to your front, taking both of your breasts into each hand, and squeezing rather harshly. You let out a soft whimper, and he lets up, beginning to massage them. You keep up your movements and lean back so your back now rests against his chest. Everything was going the same, until he mumbled something, and began thrusting upwards. You let out loud moans and groans, the feeling indescribable. While you’re bouncing yourself and he thrusts, Josh moves your hair and begins to suck on your neck, making sure to leave his mark. He moves one of his hands off of your boob, and slides it down to your front, rubbing your clit. “Yes, oh God, I’m gonna cum” You say, bouncing down harder. “Do it, I’m right behind you” He says. As soon as he finished his sentence, you also finished, and let out vulgar sounds. “Fuck, Yes, Josh” Just to name a few. It’s not long before Josh also finishes, thrusting sloppier to ride out your orgasms. After a moment. he slides out of you and pulls you back against his chest. “That was incredible” He laughs out after a few moments of silence. You curl up under his touch and wrap your arms over his that were on your waist. “Tell me about it” You say, the smile never leaving your face.

About mutsuki’s gender: psychological analysis.

I’m reading a lot about this topic since a couple of mounths, so I want to try to explain my theory about it (even if english, is not my first language and this kind of things are really specific, so please forgive my mistakes).

First of all, I’m pretty sure that Tooru has a terrible mental illness call  Dissociative identity disorder or  multiple personality disorder (MPD). What is this? Long story short, there are at  least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states, inside the same person. The number of identities varies widely, but in my opinion  inside Tooru we have only two different ones:  Female Tooru and Male Tooru, that alternate their existence inside him/her. We have a strong personality (Fem) and a submissive (Male) one.

A DID symptoms is, for example,  the presence of two or more distinct personality states match with  the inability to recall personal information (expecially by the submissive personality, who is totaly cut off his own mind), beyond what is expected through normal forgetfulness. This could explain why he doesnt remember when she killed his all family or when he killed all during the academy period. This  particular for of lack of memory is  call dissociative amnesia.

These states alternately show in a person’s behavior are  draw it VERY WELL by Ishida, in my opinion. Think when she approchs herself to Aura in order to obtain his help. Or when she approchs  Kaneki in chapter 122. Otherwise, in the firsts chapters, the way he walk and be in touch with the rest of the team. He was goffy, shy, more masculine than the lasts chapters where her moving changes. (In particular in THAT scene with fake Haise. That was a seductress woman)
(Damn it’s really hard to explain with all those he/she in contrast. Sorry.)

People diagnosed with DID often report that they have experienced severe physical and sexual abuse, especially during early to mid-childhood, and as we know, she/he was abuse and rape by his father till the day she ripped him in pieces. And then she forgot the fact. As well as she/he forgot about killing all those cats during the academy.
It’s really sad as a mental desorder, because starts as an escape from a cruel reality.
In this new arc, Female Tooru win over Male Tooru. The causes are many: she felt alone, adbandoned by the only one man that she ever love or at least that shows a gentle behavior. Haise’s really love him, in a familiar way maybe not  a romantic one (even if I’m pretty sure that this poor soul will never have a real romantic sentiment for noboby in the future).  She changes a lot of team after QS, so she has a lack of stabily, that in QS before the Rose Case was the first family he ever had. Torso probably has raped her again, throw this poor baby into the nightmare again.

And she just can’t stand on it anymore, even if she hate to be a woman. She hate to be weak again and she really want to be a man and have Haise’s love bacause she never fell this way with anyone before.

For what concerns Urie,  I think that he is an hetero guy who has a big crush on Mutsuki from the moment he realise that he is a woman. I can’t blame Kuki neither, is brain elaborate that information because of his infatuation. He always try to save Mutsuki, he his really  attached to this companion, no matter if is a she or a he. 
Whatever, that is really sad because Mutsuki will never be what he need..

In the end, the result for me is that if you call Tooru a girl is not a big deal. Because in this moment, she probably is back to that part of life, the darkest one, when she was a woman. A really lonely little girl who deserves better. I cant blame this child, who only need help.

My point is that she doesnt feel like a guy in her BODY, but is a MENTAL state. She want to change her past, not what she is. I refer to her more than a fluid than a trans. BUT OBVIOUSLY IT’S JUST MY OPINION! I dont want to change your mind or make you understand that this is how things really goes. It’s just an intuition.

I feel so bad for her. Or for him that maybe will be never come back, like the best part of Tooru, the one he built himself was too weak for this world.  

The only thing I hope is to see HIM happy again, as he was in the past.

So, this is my analysis. Feel free to tell me what do you think about!
And sorry for all the mistakes I probably made, its like four and half in the morning but I really want to give my contribution ti this discussion! So please be nice and I’ll responde to all your observations!

Worth Waiting For

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Peter Parker x Reader

Worth Waiting For

Prompt: None

Note: It has been literally forever, but Hannah and I have been swamped with school and I spent a while without a laptop and I’m still super, super busy, but I had a thought while I was on Tumblr (while I was supposed to be editing my manuscript, but I digress…) so here you go. As you all know by now, I’m a ho for soulmate AU’s. So yeah. But I’ve missed you guys a TON and I hope over break maybe I can do some more writing.

Warnings: None?

You watched the numbers on your wrist tick down. Twelve hours. A glance at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Tomorrow at lunch. Tomorrow. At. Lunch.

It was so close. Too close. All your life, you had watched the numbers roll by, but it had been so far away. Now it was here. Now it was real. And God, was it scary.

You had no idea who your soulmate was, no clue until tomorrow when you would lay your eyes on them for the first time. Would they reject you? Some did. It was uncommon, sure, but it happened. Maybe it would be one of the preps that was waaaaaaaay out of your league, or a jock with a pretty girlfriend and too many college scholarships to waste his time on you. You hoped they would like you, whoever they were. Or that they would at least give you a chance.

You let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling of your apartment. There was no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

***

Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. Sure, he was a superhero that could bench-press a car like it was nothing, but being a hero doesn’t make you brave. Not brave enough to face something like this. No. Today was the day he was going to meet his soulmate.

“You doing all right in here?” May pushed open the door slowly.

“Does this shirt look all right?” Peter stared at the fabric of his red sweater, stretching it out with his hands and then smoothing it into place. He fussed over his hair and examined every bit of himself. He had already spent like half an hour brushing his teeth and he knew he would be sucking on breath mints all morning just to make sure his breath was fresh enough for a kiss. Well, if his soulmate wanted one, that was. God, he was not prepared.

“You look fine, Peter. You look good. Whoever your soulmate is, they will love you. You know that, right?” She straightened the collar of his undershirt. He swallowed nervously and nodded. Her little nephew was growing up so fast. “How much time have you got?”

“Like five hours.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“I wasn’t either.” She reminisced. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He was silent for a long time. “Don’t wanna be late, kiddo.”

“Right.” He inhaled a shaky breath before walking out the door of his bedroom and then out of the apartment.

There was no going back now.

***

“Who do you think it is?” Your friend Lizzie asked, looking around the cafeteria with paranoia. You were dressed up nice today, a cute lacy red dress, matching lipstick, red flats, hair on point. You stared at the numbers, instead of looking around like the others. You didn’t want to know. It was here. It was already here. And it was terrifying.

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t look up, you’re going to crash into something.”

“I know.” You continued to watch your wrist as you walked through the cafeteria.

“We’re gonna stand over there in the corner. Give me your phone so I can record it and you two can watch it when you’re cuddling later.”

“Okay.” You reached into your pocket and handed Lizzie the phone. She went over to stand with some of your other friends as they waited and watched for fate to unwind.

You stared at your wrist, standing there in the center of the cafeteria. It was abuzz with people moving every which way, not even fazed by the person at a complete halt at the center of it all. Your heart raced, and it felt as though your stomach was in your throat. Everything was tight, and there was so much light and noise and suddenly you were falling. Someone had pushed into you, and just as quickly, another person (with remarkable reflexes) caught you and pulled you to your feet.

At that very moment, your timer chimed. And so did his. You looked up from the blank, blinking timer and met his eyes. He offered a timid smile and a shy wave. One word came to his mind: Gorgeous.

“H-hi there. Um, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He gulped, shaking. He reached out to shake your hand. You took it in yours and shook it timidly. “It’s, uh, nice to uh, meet you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so bad at this. I don’t even know how to, uh-”

“I’m (Y/N).” You cut off his ramble with a kind smile. The more time you spent with him, the better you felt. God, he was cute. Tousled brown locks, warm brown eyes, and the sweetest smile you had ever seen. You had gotten lucky. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“I, uh, do you want to like hug or something?” He asked, holding open his arms. You nodded, wrapping your arms tight around him in record time. Goodness gracious, Peter Parker, your soulmate, was more muscular than you had anticipated, and you loved it. He pulled you tight against his chest. You could tell by the way he held you that he didn’t get many hugs. Not romantic ones, anyway. His breaths calmed down, and you could hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, slowly coming back to where it was supposed to be.

“You were worth waiting for.” You leaned up to whisper into his ear and felt him pull you tighter against him.

“So were you.” He laughed softly. There was a quiet moment. The question was burning on Peter’s tongue. God, he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to force it either. So when he felt your hand wander up to his cheek. Your thumb stroked his soft skin for a few seconds. His eyes met yours. “Would it be okay if I…if we…?”

You cut him off with your lips. Your friends cheered and whistled teasingly. Peter pulled away slowly and then pressed another kiss to your forehead. His larger, warmer hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining. You led him over to your friends.

“You two are the cutest couple ever, omg.” Lizzie held up your phone, still recording. “Have any words for us, soulmate of my best friend?”

“Well…” Peter thought for a moment. He squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek in a sudden well of confidence and affection. “I have the best soulmate on planet earth and I think I’m falling in love.”

*Bonus*

It was a Saturday afternoon, so Peter decided to text you, his soulmate and now-girlfriend, but you were busy, unfortunately. Out of town, you claimed. Instead, he went to the Avengers Facility to train, as he sometimes did in his free time.

Once he arrived and unpacked his things for the weekend in the room Tony had assigned to him, he suited up and went to the training room. It seemed there was another member of the team there, a teenager about his own age. He had heard of this recruit, but they had never crossed paths before now.

He had his mask on, and so did the magnificent being in front of him. A white suit with red lining and a circle in the center of the chest. A long red cape hung from the back of the uniform, and she seemed to glow with power, taking out training dummies with blasts of energy. A long red wig covered her hair, and a thick red masquerade mask lined her eyes. When she noticed Peter standing there, she touched down, ending the simulation to meet her new teammate.

“Hi there. You must be Spiderman.” She held out her hand to him. Something about that voice, that smile. Peter narrowed his eyes, but shook her hand anyway.

“That I am. Who are you?”

“They call me Luminescence. I got my powers around the time videos of you started popping up in Queens. It’s crazy to get to meet you, man. You’re my hero.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your powers are insane! How did you get them?”

“Shooting Star landed in Central Park and I was too nosey to stay away from it. Boom, star powers.”

“That’s awesome!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just got bitten by a radioactive spider.”

“Dude are you kidding me? That’s so cool! Did it hurt?”

“A lot.”

“Where do your webs come from?”

“I engineered them myself.” He held up his arm and shot a blast of web at one of the targets. “Mr. Stark helped me perfect it though, made new web shooters for me and everything.”

“That’s so cool! Well, I’m from New York too. Maybe we’ll end up saving the world together or something.” She shrugged. He smiled under the mask, glad to have made a new friend.

“Count me in.”

“Kiddos, time for dinner,” Tony poked into the training room. “Ah, I see you’ve met. Peter, this is (Y/N) (L/N). I think she goes to your school. (Y/N), this is Peter Parker.”

Peter’s jaw hit the floor. He looked at you in awe, tearing off his mask.

“What, something wrong?” Tony checked, looking between the obviously not-okay super teenagers.

“He’s my soulmate. And boyfriend.” You stated, holding up your wrist to show off your empty timer. “Peter, oh my God.” You rushed into his arms. He held you close, still too shocked to force any words though his mouth.

“My girlfriend is a badass.” He mumbled.

“My boyfriend is Spiderman.” You murmured into his ear. He smiled and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“So I’m your hero, huh?”

“Shush, you,” you pushed him playfully. Tony stood there in shock, but also in smugness.

“So, dinner, right?” Stark jabbed a thumb out the door behind him. You nodded, shedding your mask and wig and leaving them in your locker before following Tony and Peter to where the others were eating.

“See, Stark. I told you two teenagers were too many. They met today and already they’re hooking up.” Bucky eyeballed your joint hands as you sat down for Saturday pizza night.

“Actually, we’re soulmates, and we’ve known each other for two weeks, Bucky.” You sassed, your head coming to rest on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you took a bite of pizza. “This was just a coincidence.”

“Weird.”

“Right?”

“I don’t know. I think things worked out perfectly.” Peter looked down at you. “Or maybe it’s just you that’s perfect.”

Stooop!” You felt your cheeks burn at his compliment. He laughed at how cute you were when you were all shy.

“No PDA allowed in the presence of adults!” Tony pointed at you. “I mean it. Or you’ll both be grounded.”

“All right, Mom,” you rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek and lacing your fingers through his. “We’ll play nice.”

“You better. I mean it.”

“Oh, lighten up, Tony.” Steve elbowed him in the chest. “They’re young. Young love is a precious thing.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

After hours

-SNOWBAZ-

Summary: It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

Word count: 1k

Rating: E

Tags: Shameless smut, fluff



If you ask Baz, all this thing is Snow’s fault.

He hears the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Someone failing to go unnoticed while entering the locker room.

Snow.

Baz is filled with a familiar feeling he can only describe through metaphors and analogies: It’s like his heart is rioting within his chest, trying to make an escape; and every cell of his body has suddenly forgotten its main function and has joined the heart’s revolution.

“Baz,” Snow says, behind him.

Baz turns around. “Snow,” he whispers, through his clogged throat.

If you ask Snow, there’s no thing whatsoever. “Come here,” he says.

It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

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Magical cut go!!!

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This is obviously smut, so if you don’t like it, please don’t read.

Jae:

  • Playful sex
  • Toys
  • Light hair pulling
  • Playful lip biting
  • “Tell me what you want”
  • Lowkey into roleplaying
  • Phone sex
  • Light teasing

Sungjin:

  • A very hesitant lover
  • Would always make sure you’re comfortable and okay
  • Tries his best to please you
  • Very sweet and sensual
  • Not into the whole dom/sub thing
  • Vanilla
  • Whenever he goes down on you, he’s gentle
  • Low moans

Brian:

  • Lowkey dom
  • Hair pulling, lip biting
  • Princess/babygirl
  • “Say my name”
  • Hardcore tease
  • “I’m sorry, what do you want, princess?”
  • Blindfolds
  • Orgasm denial
  • Hickies on your thighs and neck

Wonpil:

  • Lowkey sub
  • Not too kinky
  • Would want you to ride him
  • All for giving oral, would prefer if you sat on his face
  • Light hair pulling
  • Mutual masturbation
  • Would want to receive commands
  • Skype sex

Dowoon:

  • Sensual sex
  • Light teasing
  • “You like that?”
  • Loves to hear you moan
  • Hickies on your chest or thighs
  • Lingerie kink
  • Light dirty talk