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the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 


“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 


Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 


Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 


Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 


Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 


Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.


I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

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Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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one phone call away

The loft doors click shut and Alec sags back against them, sighing deeply. It’s only around six in the evening, but it feels much, much later. The world is stuck in that liminal space between sunset and darkness, leaving just enough light to make Alec wonder whether he should turn on the lamps. Everything is bathed in sepia tones falling through the windows, washed-out and almost soothing, if only it didn’t make the flat feel more empty.

He rubs at his face, tendrils of pulsing pain climbing up the back of his neck and into his temples. The objective silence of the loft makes it worse - cars keep driving on the road below, someone is playing loud music, but up here everything is too quiet, devoid of Magnus’ usual familiar presence. It doesn’t feel like a home without him, instead only like a space to inhabit, one with a bed too big and too many coffee cups for one person.

Alec toes off his boots and sets his bow down in its usual spot, before making his way through the living room and towards the kitchen. While passing by the couch, he shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it carelessly onto it, shoulders rolling to try and diffuse the tension in his muscles.

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Holy cow that’s a lot of stuff about Fresh.

So, I see you know that Fresh exists. A lot of people have a lot of ideas about Fresh, and while some are delightful, some just don’t make any sense. I’m here to unofficially address some of the things I see about his character that I wish I didn’t, so buckle up folks, this is gonna be a long post.

PLEASE NOTE that I am NOT CQ. Never have been, never will be(?), and despite my best efforts I don’t know everything about Fresh. To be honest, there are aspects that I’ll headcanon the heck out of, especially in regards to his magic and how possession works and what have you, but I try to make sure it makes sense with what I DO know- some of it’s probably wrong. I accept that. BUT YA BETTER BELIEVE THAT I’VE DONE MY RESEARCH ON WHATEVER’S AVAILABLE.

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Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland

It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”


The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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Posters {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn visit your childhood home to meet your parents and there is a poster of him on your bedroom wall 

author’s note// hey guys for once in a friggin blue moon i kinda like a request!!


You met Shawn by complete and utter chance. The chance was that your older sister had decided to take you to Paris for your senior trip. Well, it was in the summer after you had graduated, but it still counted as your senior trip, and you weren’t arguing. You were going to Paris, for crying out loud!

You expected to see some cute French boys, hoping to make out with some French boys, as you had just broken up with your long term boyfriend because he was moving away for college, and he didn’t want to do the long distance thing. 

You met a cute boy, that’s for sure. He was just Canadian instead of French. Shawn was filming part of a music video for “There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back.” His features caught your eye, but you instantly knew he was famous. You hated to admit that you were actually quite the fan, and even went to one of his concerts some years ago. You saw him with a girl, seemingly his girlfriend, and thought you had seen something you weren’t supposed to see. You thought that Shawn was the biggest douchebag you had ever met when he came over to try and hit on you. You almost threw your drink in his face, non-alcoholic since your sister refused to buy you an actual drink. 

“Wait no calm down!” He stifled a chuckle, holding his hands up, seemingly incredibly embarrassed from the scene you had just caused in the middle of an outdoor restaurant. “I’m not dating her, I’m actually filming a music video and she plays my opposite. Not anything serious you can ask her yourself if you want.” He chuckled, and you fell deep in. Shawn told you he was there for the rest of the week, and oddly enough, so were you. The rest of that week, you were with Shawn.

Your sister, of course, only minded for a couple of hours until she found herself a European bar tender whose muscles would put football players to shame. It felt like it was a whirlwind, and Shawn even tried to suggest to his producers you be the leading lady in this music video. Of course, they turned him down in rather a hurry, knowing it would cause an uproar in his fanbase. The whole week was a complete dream, Shawn taking you places all around Paris, the romance was absolutely indescribable. You felt yourself falling into an intense and deep love for some pop singer you had just met only days ago. He took you to restaurants, he took you to the top of the Eiffel tower, he took you everywhere you had dreamed to go with a man such as himself. You basically soared around on pure infatuation, and you never wanted it to end. He never wanted it to end. 

“Come with me.” He had whispered in your ear as you were tangled together in his hotel room, completely exposed to one another, only the moonlight illuminating the room. 

“I can’t.” You tangled your fingers with his sloppily, pulling his fingers around, taking in every curve of his skin, every wrinkle of his body. “Come home with me.” You suggested, almost emptily. You never in a million years expected to hear this word come out of Shawn’s mouth at a moment such as this one, and agreeing to something almost absurd. 

“Okay.” He buried his head in your hair, peppering kisses across your neck. 

“What?” You raised your voice, almost destroying the quiet beautiful mood that had been created in this penthouse hotel room Shawn had been staying in, and you had been staying in, during his stay in Paris. 

“I’ll come home with you. I can only stay for a few days, but I will and maybe then you can come with me or something we will make it work, honey I promise.” With those absolutely heart wrenching words, you crashed your lips into his. After that, the romantic mood was put back into the room. 

Shawn was going to come home with you. Shawn was going to meet your parents. Shawn was going to see your house. The idea put your stomach in knots, though other things helped with that as well. 

The next morning came, both of your bags packed, and an extra ticket back to your home state. You had no idea how he had scored it, and though it was no where close to your seat, he had gotten a ticket on a sold out flight. The entire flight was spent you losing all of the shit you had in your body over the fact that your possible boyfriend was about to meet your family after one week together. How in the world do you explain to your parents that you met a freaking pop star in the midst of a trip with your sister. Of course your sister was crying about the man she had seemingly ‘fallen in love’ with that bartender and she called your mother, asking if she could stay, and she had said no because you were still only seventeen and couldn’t get on a plane without a legal adult, and though you vouched for Shawn counting, it was still a no. 

Of course, it was a hassle getting Shawn on here without his security or his manager, since they were to meet him to pick him up to get back on tour. It was going to be incredibly hard going out and being with Shawn without the extensive amount of security. 

The real hassle was getting off of the plane. Your sister was moping next to you as you scurried to the front to make sure you met up with Shawn in time. You quickly slid your hand into Shawn’s, your fingers tangling around one another. He had to look down, his hood pulled up so he could disguise himself, making sure no crazed girls recognized him and tried to kill you. It would honestly be a threat against your life if you held Shawn’s hand in public. 

“I’m nervous.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear as you made your way down the skinny hall, your sister grumpily trailing behind the two of you. He gave your hand a tiny squeeze and leaned over, having to crouch just a little bit too, since you were a good bit shorter than him. 

“Don’t be.” He pressed a tiny kiss on your temple, and you heard your sister start to make faux vomiting noises. “It’ll be just fine, I promise. I’ll behave.” He growled a little bit, jokingly mainly. 

“My parents aren’t home.” You nudged him, you yourself halfway joking. Your parents weren’t home. Your mom and dad would be at work until dinner time, you had both known that. Of course, it hadn’t been a prominent issue before, but now it put a pit of excitement in both of your stomachs. 

“Well in that case, we better hurry back.” Shawn actually growled this time, and you were almost certain that this time he wasn’t even a quarter joking. He picked up the pace, making sure you got your bags and you were out of that airport and in your sister’s car in a matter of almost seconds. Well, obviously not, but that is exactly what it felt like. You felt Shawn’s hands trailing up and down your thigh, and your skin started to ache for his touch. 

“Shawn.” You warned when his hand was trailing too high for your liking just yet. He threw his hands up in defeat almost. He wasn’t one to push you further than you were open to, but you physically could not wait until the two of you got home. You had two whole hours, since you had physically begged your sister to go visit a friend or something until your parents got home. It only cost you your next paycheck, but it was worth it. Oh, hell it was going to be worth it. 

The second you got home, you both didn’t bother to get your luggage, knowing your sister would be back in a couple of hours. 

“Don’t fuck each other too hard.” Your sister grumbled, pulling out of your driveway and off to her best friend’s house, probably to go on and on about that bartender guy for what would feel like years. But that was no longer your issue, you grabbed hold of Shawn’s hands and you basically sprinted inside the house, and you were instantly pressed against a wall, Shawn’s lips attached to your neck, most likely leaving dark marks on your skin. 

“Shawn.” You groaned, tilting your head back. You were nervous almost, but the nerves melted away as you felt his hands travel underneath your shirt. 

“Can we go up to your room? I really want to see it.” He mumbled against your skin, his teeth nipping at the skin, causing shivers to run through your body. You grabbed his fingers and laced your fingers with his and led him upstairs, him trailing excitedly behind you. The moment you stepped into your bedroom, Shawn didn’t really take much time to look at you room before he pushed you down onto your bed, his lips attaching themselves to the other side of your neck since the other already had numerous bruises forming. You let out soft moans as his hands traveled around your body, yours holding firmly to his torso. After a while, his lips completely left your skin. 

“Shawn.” You whined, your body beginning to ache again. Much to your surprise, you felt Shawn start to chuckle on top of you. 

“Hey, sweetie?” He let out another giggle, which was so out of character for him. 

“What?” You sighed, running your hands up and down his sides. 

“Is that a poster of me on your wall?” He lost it in a fit of laughter, and you instantly felt your cheeks redden. You had completely forgotten that you had hung that poster up some months ago and you could barely breathe. “That’s adorable.” He added after some silence and him noticing how incredibly embarrassed you were. 

“Oh, fuck off.”


죄라 (2)

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Genre: Angst, Smut

Summary: Reader wakes up to a day full of surprise; but no one ever said all surprises have to be good, right?

Author’s Note: I could only listen to defsoul’s mixtape while writing this, and it’s probably a mess of my own emotions, I’m sorry in advance and thank you for reading!

Chapter 1

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Beetlejuice Part 2 (Connor Murphy x reader)

Part 1 (I don’t know how to link things properly) 

4000+ words.

tw: suicide, depression, anxiety, angst. just it’s really fucking sad okay.

Happy midnight, this is Connor’s hour. I am sorry i am shit. You guys deserve better.

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camping out for twenty one pilots: a guide

hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.

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8.17.17 // 4:00pm // guide to freshman year of college

so… you’ve finally finished high school and you feel like you’re on top of the world. then you realize you’re going to college, where you’ll be a super small fish in a very large pond. which is totally ok. here are some tips to make your transition to college easier. good luck! xoxo, m

ps. i also have a post about making friends here

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Hot and Cold

Here you go @prompt-master here is my interpretation of your idea.  

This can apply to anyone tag, just based on something that happened to me. But the sickie doesn’t realize their sick, they just feel like crap and blame it on exhaustion so they decide to take a bath. Because they’re so cold they turn the heat way too high without realizing until towards the end of the bath, when their heart is pounding and they can’t stop sweating.

They get out of bath and find they can’t stand up without nearly blacking out, they have to keep kneeling on their knees and even then the darkness in their vision won’t go away. They have to dress themselves and crawl to their caretaker while trying to stay conscious

I hope you enjoy it.


When Lance woke up, he felt like there was a yupper lying on top of him, he could barely move from the aches and pains that were all over his body.  He knew that he had been going at the training deck more than normal but this was just ridiculous, he needs to get more rest before this exhaustion gets the better of him.

He shivered as he lay there on his bunk, he really needed to find the heating for his room, this was way too cold for him, he was from a quiznacking tropical island and he wasn’t built for the cold weather!  He grumbled to himself for another ten dobash’s trying to get the energy to move when a knock came at his door.  

“Lance?  You in there buddy?” Shiro called, “It’s time for breakfast.”

“I’ll be there in a tick,” Lance called back.  He winced as he swung his legs to the edge of the bed and had to sit still for a tick until his world stopped spinning.  

“Quiznack,” he muttered under his breath, “Come on McClain.  Get your butt in gear.”

Lance figured it would be easier for him to have a quick soak in his bathtub before heading to breakfast.  It wouldn’t be the first time he would be late so he wasn’t too worried about missing any of the food goo that Hunk and Coran always prepared.  

He slowly made his way into his private bathroom, his muscles screaming at him from the practice he had done late the night before, even Keith had gone to bed before Lance.

Ignoring the pounding in his head, he bent down and turned the water on all the way to the hottest setting possible.  A nice long bath would be the perfect way to get rid of these chills and relax his muscles. Mama always told him he should really have a hot bath or shower after exercising otherwise he would get muscle cramps the next day, he was never going to tell her she was right.

Once the water was high enough he turned the taps off and slowly shed his pyjamas and the chills that he had been feeling all morning rose.  He took a deep breath and stepped into the tub, yelping at the heat but knew that it would be cooler once he submerged completely.  He put his other foot in and mentally prepared himself for the sensation of being boiled alive for the next few dobash’s and lowered himself into the water.

As he lay there in the near boiling water he allowed himself to doze, only his head was sitting above the water line and he never let himself drift off too far as to let it drop underwater.  He hummed as he felt his muscles relax slightly, the tension that had been plaguing him all morning finally diminished.

Once the water started to loose it’s heat he noticed that his vision was blurred and his heart was pounding a mile a minute.  Strange, he didn’t think he had been sitting in the water long enough to feel like that but as he put his hand to his head to try and clear his sight he realised he was sweating profusely.

Ok something wasn’t right here, he shouldn’t be feeling like this after a short bath.  Lance figured he would go ask Coran if he had a cold or something and hopefully the older Altean would have something he could take.

He pressed the icon that released the water and waited for it all to disappear before attempting to stand as he didn’t trust himself with his fuzzy vision to not slip in the water and hurt himself.  He took a few calming breaths and braced himself on the edges of the tub and got to his knees, but before he could move to stand his head spun and he started to tip forwards.  Throwing a hand out to catch himself, he managed to halt his decent.

“Ok Lance, just take this one step at a time,” he muttered.  He glanced around the room to see if there was anything he could use to help himself out of the tub but nothing he saw that was within his reach was securely fitted to the walls.

He decided that the only way this was going to work is if he crawled out of the tub, so he lifted one leg over the edge and prayed that he didn’t slip now or his mama could say goodbye to any grandchildren from Lance.  

He held his breath as he shifted his weight and lifted his other leg and only released the breath when he had both legs back firmly on the freezing bathroom floor.  As he went to move he felt as if the room shifted and decided that he should probably lay down for a moment to allow this feeling of vertigo pass.  He closed his eyes as he lay there on his bathroom floor, completely starkers, and knew that if anyone came looking for him since he was most certainly late to breakfast now that they would be in for a view of Lance that not even his mama had seen in a long time.

He allowed himself to lay there, taking deep breaths as he tried to think of what had caused all this but his addled brain couldn’t come up with anything except that he wasn’t feeling well.  He could feel the vertigo passing and knew that if he didn’t move soon, it could return before he was at least clothed.  

He decided that until he could pull himself up on something solid he would have to crawl to his dresser. His arms were shaking from the chills that still racked his body and he grumbled to himself that if he didn’t get a six pack from all the work his stomach muscles were doing right now he wanted a refund.

He reached his dresser and pulled out some boxers, pants and shirt but decided that trying to put anything else on would be too much of a hassle, not matter how cold he was.

Once he was dressed, he slowly made his way down the hallway to the kitchen where the others were all eating.  He held onto the wall, his entire being threatening to topple over at any moment and he really didn’t want to crawl all the way to the others.  Keith would never let him live it down.

He took forever to walk what would normally have only taken a few dobash’s and he cringed at every step, his head pounding and vision swimming.  He looked up to see how far he had to go and almost cried out in relief as he saw the kitchen’s door right in front of him.  Now he just had to cross the hallway without falling over and he would be ok.

He braced his back against the wall and after a few breaths pushed himself off with as much force as he could, counting on the momentum to carry him the couple of steps to the opposite wall.  He hit it with a thud and his head and shoulder hit the solid metal wall with surprising strength considering how ill he felt.  All that training must be finally paying off.

He shook his head out of habit only to groan as the motion made everything worse.  He only had three steps to go and dragged himself along the wall and hit the pad that lit up to allow the loud chatter of his teammates enjoying their breakfast.

“What took you so long?” Pidge asked from where she sat curled up on the bench eating her bowl of food goo, not even bothering to glance in Lance’s direction.

“Lance?” Keith asked as he looked up from where he was sitting at the table, “You ok?”

“I don’t feel too good,” Lance managed to say before his entire world spun and the floor rose to meet him.


“He has a high temperature.” The voice was distorted but Lance recognised it as Shiro’s, the black paladin seemed worried, which mind you wasn’t out of the ordinary in Lance’s humble opinion, but something in his tone seemed off.

“What can we do to bring it down?” Since when did Pidge not know what to do?  Lance made a mental note to tease her about this later.

“No, a hot bath when he has a fever like this will only make it worse.  We need to bring his temp down slowly otherwise it will put his body into shock.”  That was Hunk, good old Hunk, Lance smiled, his buddy would know what was wrong with whoever was sick.

Come to think of it, where was Lance?  He frowned, he remembered waking up and Shiro calling out to him, taking a bath, collapsing on the floor and somehow making his way to the kitchen but everything after that is a blur.  He tried to look around him but all he could see was black, he realised that his eyes were closed, he just had to open them and he would be able to see where he was. Wherever he was, it was cold, so quiznacking cold.

Lance made a whining noise as he managed to crack open his eyes, only to shut them again as the brightness in the room blinded him instantly.  

“Lance?” Shiro’s voice came through slightly less distorted than before but still not as clear as Lance had remembered it.

“Shiro?  What?” he managed to whisper before he was racked with a full body shiver, “Cold.”

“I know buddy,” Shiro said softly, “We are trying to get your temperature under control.  So bear with us ok?”

Lance could feel someone’s hand touching his forehead and leant into it, “Warm.”

“Lance?” This time it was Coran’s voice, “How long have you been like this?”

Lance frowned, how long had it been?  “Since, Shiro woke me up this morning?” he said still unsure.  He could hear the others talking amongst themselves but couldn’t make out any of the words.  He decided that whatever they were talking about wasn’t to do with him, his entire body was screaming at him to sleep.  If he slept then he would be better right?  “Tired,” he mumbled as he tried to move to get more comfortable on whatever he was laying on.

“Rest now,” Hunk said as Lance felt his calming presence move up near his head, “We will get you back into prime Lance form again in no time, ok?”

Lance didn’t even have the energy left to answer his best friend but he trusted Hunk would know he was grateful.  He just let the blackness take him again as he fell into its warm embrace.  He was safe in his friends hands, they were his family after all.

can’t see what’s right in front of you

a Daphne/Velma fic for the mistaken identity section of my femtropebingo, also here on ao3


At some point Velma wondered if perhaps she should get contacts as having her glasses seemed to be nothing but trouble.

They were always smudged and in the job of monster hunting it was never helpful.

Also she tended to lose them at the most inconvenient times.

“Here Velma,” The blurr that she only knows is Daphne because of her voice and the splashes of purple she can make out said, and then her glasses were lightly settled back on her face and she blinked and the sudden restoration of her vision.

Even in the dark she make out Daphne’s amused smile, “Lost them again?”

“It’s a curse.” Velma sighed and readjusted them slightly, “Thanks.”

“Maybe that’s the real mystery we should be looking into.” Daphne teased and at the reminder of their mystery at hand Velma straightened up.

“Speaking of mysteries, I think I found a clue.” She looked around the room they were, trying to recount where she had been before she’d tripped and lost her glasses.

“You were over here.” Daphne offered, reaching out to take Velma’s hand and walking her to the corner of the room that is starting to look familiar.

Another time she might wonder about the warmth of Daphne’s hand in hers and wish it wasn’t so dark so she could actually see Daphne properly but there’s a mystery to be solved so Velma puts it from her mind and focuses on where she needs to be.

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Regret What You Must Later (Fourth Part)

This is the fourth and final part to my Rick Sanchez x Reader fanfiction (unless I get a major touch of magic that gives me a big idea to continue).

First Part:

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Tagging everyone that liked the first parts. If you do not wish to be tagged in any other Rick Sanchez fanfiction I write in the future, please inform me and I won’t. It’s not an issue at all :) 

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Warnings: Big age gap but the reader is over 18. SEX SEX SEX, full on. It was about time! Oral sex as well as fingering. Daddy!kink. Choking but not a lot, just a little bit. 


Rick was sitting in his room after leaving his grandkids and (Y/N) to sleep after the big party that ended badly. Summer had given (Y/N) some clothes to sleep in (sport shorts and a purple tank top), since her own were soaked in rum and coke, and they had sandwiches together in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, still high and laughing. After explaining to Summer what had happened, she had supported Rick’s decision to punch the guy, though Rick didn’t felt it had been a decision at all, more of an impulse out of anger but he didn’t disagree with Summer. Morty had quickly said goodnight and gone up to his bedroom, followed by the girls.

He drank a sip from his flask and sighed. He got further into the bed, his back pressed against the wall and he stared at the ceiling. Before they had been interrupted, he had been sure that (Y/N) was leaning in to kiss him. They had been so close and Rick didn’t feel as guilty as he should. Sure, she was legal and she seemed interested as well but she was also Summer’s best friend and still too young for him. He couldn’t afford the hassle. He had already gone through it with Diane and Unity. Considering she was still, technically a teenager, she would want a relationship, a future… and that was something he couldn’t give her.

“Well, don’t you look like someone who is going to implode?”

Rick looked up. Her silhouette was painted against the light from the hallway, contrasting with the darkness in his room. She stepped into the room, her arms crossed.

“(Y/N)…” his voice said everything he had been thinking, a warning tone that made her stop in her tracks for a few seconds, but her eyes were still on him.

“Uff, that doesn’t sound good. You’re overthinking, aren’t you?”

Rick didn’t answer, staring at her flushed face, now without make up and her hair a bit of a mess. She looked absolutely perfect and he didn’t want to speak just in case she noticed just how close to falling over the edge he was. The room was still spinning around him and did even more when she continued walking and sat on the bed.

“I wanted to… I wanted to thank you, for what you did at the party.”

“It doesn’t –brrr- It doesn’t matter.” He said, taking another sip of his flask. He just wanted to go back to when he didn’t know this girl.

“It does matter though. You defended me, I’m not used to that…”

He wanted to say he didn’t give a crap, he wanted to push her out the door and tell her to stop being a pain in his ass but he couldn’t. He normally was good at pretending he didn’t fucking care, he did fine with Morty and Summer, and even Beth but they were his family. They wouldn’t leave him no matter how much of a douche he was, because they knew him better. (Y/N) would probably take his words and take them to heart. He knew he didn’t want that, not completely at least. His selfish-self just wanted her to stay and thank him properly, his logical-self wanted her gone. He would eventually get over this stupid urge to have her. Right?

“You should go to sleep, (Y/N)”, he whispered.

It had started to rain outside, and she looked through his small window before sighing. She was leaving. She was going to give up and leave his room and he would need to lay down in his bed and maybe jack off to the thought of her again. She started moving, but instead of leaving she closed the door, leaving the room in darkness, and came back to the bed.

“Tur –brrr-n the light on” he ordered.


“I-I want to see you”.

She complied, and he could almost hear the smile on her face as she did it. He got away from the wall, closer to the edge, and to her. He didn’t get up, just set the flask on his nightstand as she stood in front of him, so close he could have lean in and kiss her belly. He made a mental note to do that later. He felt one of her knees bend the mattress under him and then the other one. His hands supported her weight on her lower back as she sat on his lap.

“Need to thank you properly, Rick. Will you let me?” her voice in his ear sent a chill down his spine and he directed his hands lower, guiding her crotch towards his, making her feel his already hardening cock through his pants. That was all the answer she needed.

Her hands slowly removed his lab coat and threw it on the ground, kissing his neck so lightly he barely felt it. (Y/N) licked his collarbone before helping him take off his blue sweater. She was teasing him, he could feel her smirking against his skin. He moved his hands to stop her movements, shocking her for a second before capturing her lips in his. Her hands came up to his cheeks, trying to get as close as possible. When he bucked his hips to get friction against her, she moaned against his mouth and he thought he would come right there and then. He held her down against him, his hands pressing against her ass.

“You’re a tease, have I told you that already?” he groaned against her neck, taking off her tank top and immediately moving her hands to her breasts. “I wanted to kill that girl today…”

(Y/N) had completely forgotten about what she was doing when Rick had gotten to the party and a blush covered her face. “Yeah, that was very immature of me…” she murmured, smiling a bit as Rick covered one of her nipples with his mouth.

The sweet treatment didn’t last long after she said that. Rick’s hand darted to her hair and pulled back harshly, exposing her neck to him. “You did that on purpose?” he bit down on her skin before she could answer but considering how fast her heart was beating, she knew he already had guessed the answer. He shook his head slowly before pulling her hair again and making her fall to her knees. She smiled up at him, and he frowned down. “Why are you smiling?”

“You gonna punish me?” she was making fun of him.

Without letting go of her hair, he opened his fly and pulled his pants halfway down, releasing his cock. She leaned towards him, and he stopped her before she could touch him. “Oh, no. You’re doing this on my terms, little girl”. Shit, the face she made right then was worth any fucking wait he had done to get her in this position. She sat very still for him, her attitude from before forgotten, arms falling at her sides. Her chest was exposed to him, moving up and down with her agitated breathing and he took a few seconds to admire the view. “Understood?”

Her answer came out hoarse and deep, partly because he was still holding her head back and partly because she could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter for this man who was holding her down. “Yes”.

He wasn’t satisfied. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy”.

“Fuck”, he groaned and shifted to a more comfortable position as he pulled her against him. “Open up, baby. You said you wanted to thank me, right?”

She opened her mouth and welcomed his length, desperately trying to accommodate all of him in. He helps her rhythm by following your movements with the hand that’s holding a fistful of her hair. Rick can barely believe he’s doing this to her… that she’s doing this to him and herself. Because honestly, she would be the one that would end up the worse if this all came tumbling down. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Suck daddy’s cock. Good girl…” he breathed out as he went deeper down her throat. She gagged around him and he let go a bit of her hair so she could step back and breathe but she didn’t. She kept going, holding on to his thighs and looking up to him. Fucking hell. She was going to kill him. “You like how fucking h-hard I am for you, huh?” she nodded slightly before going down on him so fast he thought he might come inside her mouth. He pulled her hair and she looked at him with a whiny expression, she clearly had expected to keep doing that a bit longer. “Don’t think so. Get on the bed”.

(Y/N) didn’t know what else to do but obey, his voice harsh and deep travelling straight to her cunt and staining her panties. He guided her back to the bed, laying her on her back. He entertained himself for a bit against her nipples again, biting lightly on her skin. She knew she would have bruises in the morning on her hips though, where he was holding her down now, his fingers digging in her skin. She arched her back to get him closer and he complied, leaving kisses down her abdomen and tickling a bit when he pressed her mouth against her belly, licking her as he got closer to the edge of the sports shorts she was wearing.

His hands removed it along with her panties. A trail of her wetness was left on them, and Rick could only stare at it in almost disbelief. It had been a long fucking time since someone had gotten that wet over him, especially someone like her. “Fu-fucking hell, (Y/N)… I do this to you, damn, I-I make you this wet, baby?”

Her nod came stronger than she wanted it but he smirked at that. “Stop talking and just fuck me, Rick”, she muttered, making him look at her with a raised eyebrow. “I mean…”

“I know what you meant…” he interrupted her. “Eager little slut for grandpa, aren’t you?” (Y/N) swallowed hard, staring into his eyes as he caressed her thighs, his hand getting closer to her wet pussy. “Need you to be really quiet for me, baby”

(Y/N) hadn’t quite processed what Rick had said before his fingers were on her. Inside. Everywhere. He curled his digits inside her, pushing against her sweet spot in a way that she wasn’t expecting. Her back arched again, a loud moan fighting to scape her mouth. She was pushed down quick by him, with force, his hand against her mouth. “What did I tell you? You don’t want to wake up everyone, do you?” she shook her head weakly, her eyes going blank; meanwhile, his fingers didn’t stop the torture, her pussy clenching around them. “I know I could make you wake them. Bet you’re dying to scream for daddy, little girl”

Rick’s dick was almost screaming to get inside the cunt he was playing with, the sight it almost sickeningly beautiful. She was trembling in his hands like he had imagined she would be if he ever acted on everything he’d been thinking for the past month. God, the real thing was way better. If there was a God, she looked like her, just like this, in this moment.

He sensed she was almost there, her hands holding on to his sheets and her thighs shaking like she was being fucking electrocuted. Her lower lip was quivering under his hand, and when he was ready to make her come, he felt her tongue licking his hand. He let go of her face and leaned onto her, kissing her hard and biting her lip while she sobbed through her orgasm in his hand. When he was sure he wouldn’t scream, he stopped kissing her and went down on her, cleaning her sweetness of her cunt.

It was almost too much. And yet she needed so much more. She needed him, all of him. His tongue went over her sensitive skin, flicking her clit, which was craving attention, until she was almost ready to come once more. She tried to push him away, make him know how close she was again, because she wasn’t sure she could come a third time at this rhythm. She was sure she would pass out, but Rick ignored her hand pushing him and paid more attention to her pleas of “More, Rick… I need more, daddy, please, please…” that was coming out of her mouth like a chant. Tears were streaming down (Y/N)’s cheeks, the pleasure too hard not to force tears out of her. Her second orgasm ripped through her with a force that made her see flashing white dots in front of her. She was going to wake up with the biggest smile and headache of her life, she just knew it.

He wasn’t sure if she could be count as conscious after that. She kept chanting his name, her hands looking for his touch, but her eyes were focused on the ceiling, lost. “Fuck, baby… You made a mess…” the sheets and his own face were covered in her and the room smelled like sex already, a mix of sweat and something he could not quite place. He stroked his cock, staring at the girl beneath him, still breathing heavily. He didn’t plan on making her come that second time, merely wanted to help ride out the first one but damn if he wasn’t pleased with himself and how she had reacted. “Fucking proud of you, little girl. Going to come a third time for me, baby?” he didn’t expect an answer and he didn’t get one. A smirk grew on his face when he saw her hands close around her tits, her nipples hard.

He searched inside his bedside drawer while she was trying to recover and found his condoms. Putting one on, he lined himself up against her pussy and heard her whine when he touched her opening with the tip of his cock. She moved her hips to help him, “Good girl, baby, that’s it…”

She can feel him going inside her now and everything is too damn perfect. She reaches for one of his hand and places it lightly around her throat. He doesn’t make the fit tighter but his face and actions, his eyes lightening up and his hips buckling to get deeper inside her, indicate that he plans to eventually, that he likes the idea. He swears under his breath when he’s fully inside her, and she can feel him pulsing, his hand shaking around her neck.

“Rick…” his eyes focus on her face, a little worry written in his eyes. “Move, please. Just… P-please”, she begs for him like he’s a glass of water in a fucking desert and he needed more of that. He needed it more than he had ever expected.

He pressed his hand against her neck harder, enough to make her tense up for a few seconds before he let go, his hands staying at her sides as he started moving inside her. “Fuck, baby, so tight and warm around daddy’s cock” he groaned against her ear as she held on to him, her fingers digging into his back. The pressure just made him piston harder against her, faster. She bit his shoulder, trying to mute her moans. He almost growled at that, and he held her hips in place as he arched his back to hit her sweet spot with his cock, to which (Y/N) looked at him in shock for a second and proceeded to cover her own mouth with her hands. Rick chuckled at that, knowing he was playing with fire. Despite that, he went in harder this time and kept his pace, listening to her muffled moans and admiring her as she clenched around him in the most delicious way. He mumbles something he can’t quite understand and he doesn’t think she knows what she said either, her eyes close and she bites her lips when her hands fall from her mouth.

In a swift movement that stopped her orgasm from coming, he slipped out of her and he almost laughed at her pained expression before he pulled her over to him. He sat on the bed and made her sit on his lap, entering her again without any resistance, her pussy fucking made for him. Her hands rested on his knees, behind her lower back, and she started moving almost instantly over him as he guided her hips, pressing hard on her skin, that was starting to redden. He could feel his orgasm building up and he pressed his fingers against her clit while his other hand gave her balance on her lower back.

She rocked her hips faster against him and he bit around her collarbone to avoid screaming as he came harder than he had ever imagine he could. She followed soon after, rocking her hips slower as he came down from his high.

They both slumped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, their eyes closing in exhaustion.

The sounds of their skin pressing together with every pull had been so harsh, (Y/N) was surprised no one had woken up yet. Not that that mattered at all right now. She had gotten what she had been dreaming about for almost a month.

Rick’s voice made her open her eyes, she had almost fallen asleep right there. She realised that was not the best idea but moving was a worse one. “(Y/N)… We need to… We-we shouldn’t have…”

She forced herself to sit up. “Regret what you must later. Get rid of the condom and help me find my clothes”.

Painfully Average Pt. 1 (Mingyu)

Painfully Average: Part 1 || Part 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Synopsis: When you have two painfully conventionally beautiful best friends. It makes you look painfully average. Would your heartbreakingly gorgeous crush notice you when you’re this average?

Authors note: I don’t own anything but the plot (BUT I WOULD OWN MINGYU IN AN ATTOSECOND IF I COULD) the picture also doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to INSOMNIA. YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL READER, IS THE OPTIMUM OF BEAUTY AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. I haven’t edited it yet. The story was supposed to be the point of “I or mine” but decided to do it as you halfway so there might be a few mistakes.

When you have two gorgeous best friends it’s hard to believe you’re on their level. It’s like that movie, the DUFF, I guess it seems like you’re the designated ugly fat friend. Yaerin and Yua are twins who are conventional beauties the long hair, big eyes, slender and tall figures. Basically, they look like dolls and here you are left to feel painfully average. 

To make matters worse it’s like your school, is the congregation of all the good looking and pretty people. It’s like everyone’s ready to pop out from a manga or have a photo shoot in a magazine. You’re pretty sure some of them already have. 

To make matters even worse than worse your crush is the one and only Kim Mingyu. Unlike some other girls, you’ve known Mingyu since kindergarten, knowing him even longer than Yaerin and Yua but you’re pretty damn sure he doesn’t know you exist or the fact that he’s your neighbor and that his room is in front of yours. 

You guess you’re an average girl appearance wise, thankfully you do a good job academically always in the top 3 of the school. You knew that the school dance was coming and that it’s in 3 months, you’re pretty sure no one besides the teachers and Yaerin and Yua knows of your existence in school. 

You get to school early, going straight to your locker and grabbing the books you needed for the day. Checking the time and seeing that it’s only 7:00 meaning you have an hour and 30 minutes before class starts. Walking back towards class was a pain if you arrived 30 minutes before, the halls would be filled with girls screaming their heads off as they watch the boys comes in. It’s a pretty hilarious sight but a really big hassle so you opt to wake up and arrive early. Besides, you can just sleep before class starts. 

Going back to your seat after arranging your books, you take your routine one hour nap. When you woke up though there was a surprise, a carton of strawberry milk and custard bun were on the table. It surprised you but you figured Yua or Yaerin came in and left it there. You were just going to ask them about it later because they weren’t in the same class as you.

Smiling to yourself and happily indulging in your strawberry milk and custard bun. You were pretty happy that they left it there for you since you didn’t get to eat breakfast today since the fridge was empty and you forgot to go grocery shopping. Your mom and dad weren’t around often cause they were always on business trips but they loved you and always made sure to call and send you money so that you wouldn’t starve yourself to death.

The class was boring as always the only thing that made it better was sneaking peeks at Mingyu while your teacher lectured the class on the importance of knowing something along the lines of biology. He was there as perfect as ever, with his perfect hair and face. He was honestly one of the reasons you came to school. Your little viewing session had to come to an end when the bell rang signaling lunch time.

You happily greeted Yua and Yaerin as you sat down with your tray of food. You thanked them for leaving the milk and bread while explaining to them that you forgot to go grocery shopping again. You were surprised when you looked up them to find them staring at you like they had no idea what you were talking about.

“What milk and bread? We were late today. We texted you…” was what Yua said. Okay, so this was surprising since this has NEVER happened to you before.

“Well, if it wasn’t you or Yaerin then who?” was your reply to them. As soon as you said that Yaerin and Yua let out an excited scream. “OH MAH GOSH MY CHILD HAS A SECRET ADMIRER!!!!” was what Yaerin said as she and Yua proceeded to squish the living daylights out of you with a nearly bone-crushing hug.

Little did you know a few tables away there was someone smiling to himself as he whispered “I’m glad that made you happy”

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!

Cafe Seongwoo Au

- admin xion

genre: fluff
member: ong seongwoo
word count: 802
requested: nope

Originally posted by extraongdinary

  • time lapse ::
  • you had a bad habit of falling asleep
  • (legit me but okay)
  • you’re sleeping scehdule would be all over the place due to university
  • since you practically force your eyes open during lecture halls, you’d go home, study or do some assignments then completely pass out for 10 hours
  • you found coffee toO Bitter
  • but desperate times come for desperate measures
  • there was a local cafe nearby
  • you went a few times, but you decided to go there daily to get a small cup of coffee so you can stay awake better during lecture halls
  • and it really does help
  • for a good 5 hours until you need another cup of coffee so you can stay awake during assignments and study time
  • you decided to change locations instead of studying in your bed (which only helps you fall asleep more) to the local cafe
  • there was a cute guy there, in which it slightly encouraged you to go there a bit more often just to see him but thATS NOT THE CASE
  • ong seongwoo was his name btw according to his name tag
  • it’s been helping a lot
  • the smell of coffee in the air helps you stay awake
  • you’ve been slowly becoming a coffee addict
  • you were doing the usual routine at the cafe
  • ordered a small cup of black coffee
  • assignements
  • earbuds in with music playing
  • and staying awake
  • you’ve been here for almost 4 hours now and your cup of coffee was empty
  • “ehhh i’ll be fine,” you said to yourself
  • 10 mins after you said that, you could feel the drozziness come over you as your eyes became heavy and your head felt like weights leaning back and forward multiple times
  • your laptop scren became blurry as the music faded out
  • and bam
  • you fell asleep in a cafe
  • congrats
  • time skip woosh
  • waking up, you were in shock
  • you took a 5 hour nap
  • it’s now 9pm
  • the cafe hasn’t closed yet thankfully
  • “fuCK” you mumbled to yourself
  • you noticed a cup of coffee on top of your book with a sticky note on it
  • “goodluck on ur assignment! by the way, the answer to question 6 is C,”
  • someone bought you coffee
  • is this a prank?
  • should you accept?
  • or is this just a kind gesture and you’re neing overreactive?
  • you eventually made up your mind and took a sip of the coffee
  • black coffee
  • “phew,” you mumbled to yourself
  • packing up, you decided to head home before it got more dark
  • time skip woosh
  • with another iced black coffee
  • your laptop
  • etc
  • and begun to study
  • winter was coming and it was getting a bit cold
  • and the cafe didn’t turn on the heater
  • you guessed it was because they worked with a lot of hot water, so they wouldn’t notice and it’d be a hassle for them
  • but then your eyes slowly got heavier and heavier
  • you slapped yourself a few times 
  • in which helped for 2 minutes or so
  • until 
  • woosh
  • you passed out again
  • congrats
  • waking up, you felt a slight bit warmer
  • you noticed a coat was left draping over your shoulders
  • no one but the workers to be in sight
  • another sticky note was left on your coffee
  • “you seemed a bit cold, and don’t worry about the jacket! just give me it back tomorrow! i’ll be working all day. just go to the cashier and ask for seongwoo, i’ll be there,” the note said
  • the jacket was warm and soft
  • seongwoo you mumbled
  • you wondered if it was that pretty boy who worked here
  • you showed up to the cafe, with the jacket in your hand
  • you did the steps the sticky note told you
  • “uhh, is seongwoo here?”
  • “hi, i’m seongwoo!
  • is that my jacket?” he asks with a small smile
  • his smile
  • it was like you were hit with lightning
  • it was so soft and delicate
  • his cheeks formed up a bit as he looked so at ease
  • “uuh, y-yeah,” you stuttered as you handed it to him over the cash register
  • you could feel your hand quiver a bit
  • i relate a lot
  • “and an americano, right?” he spoke
  • “uh, actually today i’m heading out to some party, but i thought i should return this to you first,” 
  • “ahh, i see, well thanks!” he says 
  • you slowly walked out of the cafe as you took a long glance at him
  • maybe your new addiction shouldn’t be coffee
  • but instead
  • him (;
Great Chemistry (Part 10)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 4,012

Warnings: Fluff! Sexual tension, minor angst/insecurity? cussing?

A/N: Are ya ready kids? Lol. I want to thank you all for all the support I’ve gotten so far in regards to this series. I see all your notes and when I get comments they make my heart full. This series is my baby lol and you treat it well. I hope this doesn’t sound like it’s the finale, but if it does -  it’s not. I just appreciate ya’ll. I was actually pretty excited about his part! Enjoy!

P.S. I recommend that you listen to the songs named in this part (when the time comes). It’s a better experience!


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Hot And Bothered

In which post-concert Harry is being a horny little shit and you have to deal with it all night.

A/N: Hello once again, my fellow thirsty Harry girls!  Sooo a backstory to this: I was at the OTRA Baltimore concert Saturday (Yep. I had to watch Drag Me Down live.  I had to hear Harry’s voice in the end with my own ears.).  How am I still alive, you ask?  Well, I’m barely hanging on to my life.  The post concert depression hasn’t gone away and basically all I want to do is lay on my couch and cry because GOD I LOVE HARRY SO MUCH. So, as a result, I wrote this to maybe quench my thirst (but in reality it just made it so much worse).  Hope you enjoy!

Stay thirsty, my friends. x

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