tie challenge

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Jou thinks Seto works too hard. Unfortunately for Seto, he can be very distracting when he wants to be…

Although it’s likely to turn into just a “30 pictures of your OTP” challenge rather than a 30 day one, I’m including this as “A wants attention but B is really busy with something”.

be warned… these boyfriends will stand outside the school gate and gossip about you……

day 1: holding hands

30 day otp challenge with Nick and Charlie (from @heartstoppercomic)

Necessary Proximity

Preschool teacher Claire Beauchamp/suit and tie Jamie Fraser ficlet . This is the third part in an ongoing series.



Jamie realized on their third official date that he never wanted to be without Claire. They were sitting in a darkened movie theatre and as he carelessly stroked her knuckles he was hit with a wave of sadness. He missed her although she was sitting right next to him.

She leaned a bit more into the crook of his neck. For some reason she felt like her body couldn’t have enough contact with his, like she craved his touch. She tried to shake it off as being needy in such a new relationship but the thought lingered in the back of her mind.

“Jamie?” she whispered. “Can we please go? I can’t seem to pay attention to the film. I’m sorry.”

He just sat there for a moment before he kissed the top of her unruly hair.

“Of course mo nighean donn! Whatever you want, you shall have.” he effused. “Let’s go to Lallybroch for a stroll around the pond.”

They quietly left the theatre hand in hand to walk to his car. He opened the door for her then kissed her hand as she settled into the passenger seat. Her eyes sparkled just for him until he broke the spell with a wink.

“We’d best be off, eh?” he murmured.

She nodded, “I suppose.”

The Murray kids were playing outside in the courtyard when the car pulled up. Of course they had to mob the couple to ask their usual hundred questions before their mother shooed them inside for their baths.

Jamie took Claire’s hand and tugged her in the direction of the path. She laced her fingers with his as they walked up the hill with the main house behind them.

“Jenny and Ian have such sweet kids.” she declared. “They’ve done a fantastic job. If our kids are half as good we’ll have some amazing kids.”

She flinched as soon as the words were out of her mouth. A sweet kiss to her forehead quickly dissipated any regretful feelings she might have had.

“Aye, you’re right about all of that.” he soothed. “Maybe we’ll get a ginger as well.”

They continued walking in silence until they reached the bench at the side of the water. He sat then brought her to sit on his lap before he wrapped his arms around her. With such busy lives physical closeness as well as quiet were things they enjoyed beyond measure, for this reason Jamie decided to take a step forward in their relationship.

“I want you to move in to Lallybroch.” he began. “Your presence has been such a balm to me, Claire. I had thrown myself into work and was barely living. Now that you’re in my life, it’s better than it’s been before.”

Claire paused before replying.

“Yes.”

It was all she needed to say and it was perfect.

Teach Me Something I Don’t Know

This is an edited repost of the third installment in the series of ficlets about preschool teacher Claire/ suit and tie Jamie.  Lots of thanks to @awesomeeyeroll and @internallydeceased for your input and editing skills.

Necessary Proximity





Jamie realized on their third official date that he never wanted to be without Claire. They were sitting in a darkened movie theatre and as he methodically stroked her knuckles he was hit with a wave of sadness.

But why? For the last few months wherever they had found a spare moment they were together, usually at Lallybroch with his extended family. His nieces and nephew quite possibly believed the demure teacher hung the moon! Claire’s smiling face was even a regular fixture at Sunday meals after they attended mass with the Murrays at the village kirk. It didn’t take very long to see that all the things meaningful in his life were also deeply important to her.

This is why it made no sense that he missed her when she was sitting right next to him, holding his hand.

Claire leaned a bit more into him, her head happily nestled in the crook of his neck. He radiated warmth in spite of the drafty theatre, and she melted against him. He was like a magnet, and her body was metal; unable to resist. She was falling hard for him. She tried to reason with herself that everything was so great because it was a new relationship, that they were blissfully unaware of the world around them. And yet, the thought still lingered. They had had an instant attraction, and they weren’t the only ones who noticed. She had been in relationships before but, this was different.

She never gave much credence to the idea of soulmates, but if there was such a thing; he was hers.

“Jamie?” she whispered. “Could we please go? I just can’t seem to focus.” She spoke rather quickly, not letting on to the fact that he was the reason.

He held her tighter to him, kissing the top of her head.

“Aye, if that’s what ye want.” He smiled. “I know a place we can go.”

They left the theatre, hand in hand; staying that way until they reached his car. He opened the door for her, kissing her hand as she sat down.

“Ready?” He asked once he was in the driver’s seat.

She nodded, eyes sparkling, and grinning ear to ear.

The Murray kids were playing outside in the courtyard when the car pulled up. Of course they had to mob the couple to ask their usual hundred questions before their mother shooed them inside for their nightly bath.

Jamie took Claire’s hand and tugged her in the direction of the path. She laced her fingers with his as they walked up the hill with the main house behind them.

“Jenny and Ian have such sweet kids.” she declared. “They’ve done a fantastic job. If our kids are half as good we’ll have some amazing kids.”

She flushed red as soon as the words were out of her mouth. A sweet kiss to her forehead quickly dissipated any regretful feelings she might have had.

“Aye, you’re right about all of that.” he soothed. “Maybe we’ll get a ginger as well.”

They continued walking in silence until they reached the bench at the side of the water. He sat then brought her to sit on his lap before he wrapped his arms around her. With such busy professional lives physical closeness as well as quiet were things they enjoyed beyond measure, for this reason Jamie decided to take a step forward in their relationship.

“I want you to move in with me at Lallybroch.” he began. “I want you with me. Always.”

Claire paused before replying. She knew what he was saying was difficult to put into words. She felt like she had a place in a family again after a very long time.

“Yes.”

It was all she needed to say and it was perfect.

The Ties that Bind, Bond, Bound

Summary: for @hiddenwritingsintheworld  I picked Tie Kink and I’m going all out with this.

Warning: NSFW, SMUT, BONDAGE cunnilingus, fingering, female receiving most. Starts out wanting, turns animalistic.

Pairing: Sam and Reader

Word Count: it’s me, it’s alot and I hold no apologies.

Originally posted by today-is-tomorrows-yesterdayy

S5JK for @hiddenwritingsintheworld

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Well, I wanted Cruel Raven Irate Catsudon Killer Edgelord Tiger to participate in the Inceptionkitties Challenge - cats wearing a bow tie.  In the first picture he’s - technically - wearing it (the blue blur).  I hope it counts. After he calmed down he said, I quote: “you are not going to make me into a Cobb” (Cricket watched “Inception”). I said “what about Arthur?” “I can’t be an Arthur, he’s too skinny”. My suggestion “maybe you are too fat” did not go over well. He said “at this moment 204 people and counting like me as I am”. I shouldn’t show him my “top post” on tumblr. “OK… how about Eames?” - “When is Eames even wearing a bow tie? A shirt in his style, with a small pattern of slices of swiss cheese on it would be OK” - said Cricket - ”but I really want a leather biker jacket. With my size and whiskers I’m going to fit right in a Hell Angels club. If you try to put a bow tie on me again… I’ll stun you with my laser eyes. Or I’ll bite you. Badly”. Then he started to purr. 
Sorry Inception Fandom, I tried. @inceptionkitties

“You’re What?”

Dean x Reader Fluff 

Prompt: “You’re what?”

Warnings: Sick!Dean, Banter, Vomiting, Sickness, Use Of The Word Mucus.

Summary: Dean is sick, but won’t admit it and Reader keeps trying to get him to admit it and let her take care of him.

Author’s Note: I did this to contribute to the One Week Writers Challenge that @deanxkatherine-af posted. Hope you like it! :)


                                                      -Your POV-

You had gone out this morning to get breakfast and bring it back for the boys seeing as you didn’t want to make breakfast. Even though Sam would probably make his own breakfast- but you brought him back a breakfast sandwich anyways, just in case. When you left Dean was asleep, as Dean usually was when it was 9AM and he didn’t have any case that needed his full focus. When you got back to the bunker, bag of breakfasts in-tow you walked downstairs, to the war room/library and put the bag down on one of the tables, near where Sam was already up and reading something on his laptop.

“Hey Y/N, I was wondering where you were, usually you’re up at this time but I just thought you slept in.” Sam greeted you looking at the bag “What’s in there?” Sam further inquires.

“Hey, yeah, couldn’t really sleep, I woke up at 6 and couldn’t fall back asleep. Oh and breakfast sandwiches, some hash browns. Want one?” You offered. Shortly after you went into the kitchen to get something to drink, figuring you’d go wake Dean up for breakfast shortly. When you got to the kitchen dean was already sitting at the table just staring down at a cup of coffee. What the heck you thought. “Dean…?” You said cautiously approaching him.

“Mmmmrgh” Dean grumbles then coughs. He looks up at you, he has dark circles around his eyes and looks pretty pale- compared to his usual rosy cheeks. You walk over and put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing sort of as some sort of consolement. 

“Dean? Are you okay? I brought you some breakfast by the way! Do you want me to bring it in here?” You say

“mm- *clearing throat* I’m fine Y/N, and no I can get it. Good morning by the way.” he stands up, kisses your cheek and walks into the library, coffee in hand. You watch him walk into the library and see him grimace in pain as he holds in head, then continues to the table and sits down reaching into the bag grabbing his sandwich. You turn back to get your juice and also get in some water and an aspirin.

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shelleyterrynyc  asked:

Joan Crawford :D

  • Joan Crawford: Write a poem describing one or many of these three things: your eyebrows, a baked potato, a yellow tie-dye sock

Challenge accepted!

My Eyebrows

By: Gale Middleton

I have two on my face, 

not drawn to erase.

They are thin not thick,

 rise up as a tick.

These are my eyebrows, 

used to arouse.

~*~*~*~

Baked Potato

By: Gale Middleton

Like a baked potato, 

stuffed with everything

started by being broiled

add butter and sour cream.

~*~*~*~

Yellow Socks

By: Gale Middleton

Tie-dye yellow socks

be cast aside someday

I’ll guard these precious moments

fold them up and tuck them away.