this was some kissing

Adulting: Travel Edition

This is my first time traveling via airplane as an adult and y’all I am scressed. The last time I traveled via airplane was when my mother took me to Nigeria to teach me a lesson, so clearly my 10-year-old self was not packing, let alone aware of the rules and regulations for flying. When I tell you this week has been a whole struggle, y’all don’t even know the half. 

Originally posted by ihiphop

For starters, I’m limited to bring only a carryon and the carryon that I own is really considered a suitcase, so I had to run around town until I found the perfect one. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I was not hip to the liquids rule until today, so packing has been annoying as hell. At this point, if my carryon exceeds 50 pounds, I’m not going to this conference this weekend and Howard Homecoming can kiss my ass… Traveling should not be this stressful.

anonymous asked:

okay this is the last one from me: silverflint 16 - when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead. i have a request though, if that's okay? could it be flint that kisses silver's nose. it's A Thing for me

(That’s adorable, Anon. I hope you like this. Thanks for the prompt! <3)

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Silver bites back another hiss of pain as Howell finishes cleaning the wound.

“You need to be gentler on it.” The doctor admonishes him. “We want you to get used to it, but not at the risk of getting infected.”

Flint is listening to all of this, his brow furrowed as he does. Silver couldn’t think of an excuse to keep him out of his own cabin; he is the captain after all. Besides Howell would just tell him what he wanted to know later. He might as well know now.

Silver’s fingers dig tightly into his other thigh as he nods, waiting for the doctor to leave. If the man will just leave, and Flint will go, or at least leave him the fuck alone, maybe he can handle this.

Once the doctor’s finally gone, Silver finally draws a deep breath, releasing it again.

Flint eyes him. “That bad?”

“It’s been better.” Silver says noncommittally. If only Flint would just leave him be.

Flint shrugs. “Now I seem to remember you once telling me that you had an exceptionally low tolerance for pain, and would say anything to make it stop. Is that still so?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking that day.” Silver turns his face away, gazing out the open window. “If I could do it again, I would speak those names in an instant.”

“Would you…” Flint murmurs.

He moves to sit at the other end of the window seat, carefully lifting Silver’s other leg to make room for him. And then he simply lets it rest there in his lap, his hand on Silver’s leg.

Silver shivers slightly. Flint’s fingers brush over his ankle and he thinks of Flint’s hands elsewhere.

“I don’t know.” He says. He doesn’t know. He dreams of that day again and again, and wakes covered in sweat and terror, panting in fear at the thought that it’s happening again that this time, the axe will keep biting into his flesh, and even if he surrenders everything, even if he refuses, no matter, they never stop. There is no rescue in his dreams.

Flint’s knuckles caress his ankle and Silver tries not to shiver again. 

“Let your body get used to the crutch,” is all Flint says though.

And even though he’d been afraid of what Flint could say, or ask of him, Silver can’t help the frustration at that being the end of it.

“I don’t want to get used to it.” He mutters mulishly.

To his surprise and further annoyance Flint just chuckles.

“Look here,” Silver starts and Flint’s hand grasps his ankle and he subsides. 

“You’re going to have to get used to it.” Flint’s words are matter-of-fact but not unkind. He has been decidedly ~not~ unkind through this whole hell and Silver can’t bear it. 

He turns his face further away.

With a faint sigh, Flint removes his leg from his lap. “Very well.”

“What do you expect me to say?” Silvers voice catches and he concentrates fiercely on not being weak, at being able to hold back from shedding tears in front of Flint. He will not let himself fall that much. He cannot.

“Look at me.” Flint tells him.

 Silver does, but he’s still focused on not embarrassing himself, his face screwed up in concentration, holding back the pain and the humiliation. And then Flint simply leans down and kisses him on his nose.

Silver stares at him in surprise. “The fuck was that for?”

Flint merely gazes at him, his eyes compelling Silver to answer. ”Your leg hurts. Admit it.”

“I will not fucking admit it.” Silver starts, and Flint merely leans in again, brushing his lips lightly across the tip of his nose a second time.

Silver’s frozen, he doesn’t know what to do with this sort of attack. “What’re you….”

“Admit it.” Flint says again, and a glint in his eye tells Silver he’s more than capable of keeping this ridiculous game going as long as it takes.

Silver bites down on the bile in his throat and forces the words out. “It hurts.” He keeps his gaze fixed on the wall beyond Flint’s shoulder, mutinously.

“There.” Flint says. “Was that so hard?”

Silver glares up at him and Flint merely reaches out and lets his fingers curl along Silver’s cheek, drawing his face upward. “You will get used to it. You will learn to live with it and in time, it will simply become part of you..”

Silver swallows. “How can you know that for certain?” How can you know I can continue like this? He wants to scream. When all he wants to do is curl up in a ball and forget he exists?

“Because some pain never goes away.” Flint tells him softly. “And you learn to carry it with you.” His fingertips are gentle as a summer breeze on Silver’s skin. “And some days it’s easier than others to do that.”

His eyes linger upon Silver’s mouth, and Silver tilts his face upward, just enough, of an invitation if that’s what Flint’s seeking.

Apparently, it is. His mouth descends upon Silver’s like the slow tilt of a ship coming into its harbor, finding its way home again after a long voyage. The press of his lips, the soft passion contained therein makes Silver’s heart beat faster. He leans upward, closing his eyes, trying not to seem too eager, and failing utterly.

And then Flint draws off again with a sigh. His eyes look bright and hopeful, but there is something wistful there as well. This moment between them has been a long time coming, and now that it’s here, there’s a hesitation in the air, a feeling that everything cannot remain the same forever, and one of them has to take the next step. And yet still, they gaze at each other and wait.

At last Silver licks his lips, and, says lightly. “If that’s your idea of a motivational speech, I’ll probably require it more than once for it to truly make a lasting impression.

Flint chuckles. “I have duties to attend to for now. Get some rest, and I’ll return later, and perhaps I can motivate you in other ways as well.”

His gaze lingers meaningfully upon Silver’s groin and if Flint expects him to be able to think of anything other than his mouth while he’s gone, then he’s severely mistaken.


#so much tongue #so little time


Your lips are cold, dude

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anonymous asked:

How did Star find out she was pregnant and or how did she tell Marco and how did he react

I’d imagine that they’d be thrilled, Anon!

I’m home! ( *¯ ³¯*)~~♡ 

Momojirou!!! My fave girls!!! Imagine this is their first kiss or two and Jirou really startles Momo with it lol~! also… imagine they’re on a staircase or smth OTL

I was too late to post this on international lesbian day ;-; (10-9-17)