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Flatsound - You Said Okay 

Dandelion Hands - Invisible

 Hotel Books - I always thought I would be okay

 Real Friends - I’ve Given Up On You 

Twenty One Pilots - Kitchen Sink

 Listener - Wooden Heart 

Front Porch Step - Drown 

Bon Iver - Skinny Love 

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 

Flatsound - I exist I exist I exist 

 Brand New - Jesus Christ 

The Front Bottoms - Twin Size Matress

Twenty One Pilots - Addict With A Pen

Dandelion Hands - How To Never Stop Being Sad 

Citizen- Sleep 

Brand New - Good To Know that if I ever needed attention all I have to do is die

TSSF - Navy Blue 

Old Gray - Wolves 

Modern Baseball - How do I tell a girl I want to kiss her? 

Twenty One Pilots - Goner 

there’s this girl

Title: there’s this girl
Fandom: miraculous ladybug
Rating: K+
Characters: Ladybug (Marinette), Queen Bee (Chloe)
Summary: Queen Bee has a secret. It’s not what Ladybug thinks.

“So there’s this girl.”

Ladybug cocked her head and stared at her friend with wide eyes, mouth falling open to say something, but the look on Queen Bee’s face stopped her in her tracks. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, gaze heavy on her hands clasped tightly in her lips, she looked hesitant and unsure, lacking the confidence and charisma that usually oozed from every pore. Ladybug didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t every day that Queen Bee chose to open up to her or any of the other heroes of Paris; she held her secrets and identity tighter than any of them did.

“For my father,” she’d say when asked why and rarely said more. Ladybug wasn’t arguing—she did the same thing—but it was different to have someone so similar working beside her. While she enjoyed Volpina’s presence, and Chat Noir was her partner, Queen Bee was something entirely new and unexpected, but not unwanted. Ladybug had spent so long explaining why secret identities were important, and while everyone had accepted that long ago, Queen Bee was the only person who seemed to understood why.

“So there’s this girl,” Queen Bee had said, completely out-of-the-blue and sending Ladybug’s thoughts into a whirlwind, unprompted on an early Saturday after an akuma battle under the silver sunrise of the Paris morning. “And I don’t know what to do.”

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AKULA Ballistic - Concept Design ~ EDONGURAZIU

Concept Design of a futuristic weapon platform using case-less ammunition, heavy CHF-B (cold hammer forged barrel), NRPC (nylon reinforced polymer chassis), ergonomic extendable stock with integrated monopo. Modular for either Human and Non-Human use. Chassis can be attached to frames of choice with the rail-track on the bottom side. Using EOI (External Optic Interface) it can be suited to fulfil multiple roles with few adjustments of optics, barrel and ammunition.

Ficlet: Birthday Aesthetic

Dan woke to the shivery feeling of breath against his neck and a sleep-husky voice saying, “Happy birthday.” He weakly swatted at the face sending the air whispering across his sensitive skin, but smiled at the same time.

“You already said that at midnight,” he mumbled, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But Phil’s arms tightened around him and he turned in the familiar embrace to find Phil already wearing his glasses and a smile that matched Dan’s own.

“I know. But then we went to sleep, and now we’re waking up, so it’s like your birthday’s starting all over again,” Phil reasoned in a way that only Phil could. Dan wasn’t awake enough to point out the flaws in his logic, so he just snuggled in closer.

He lay there for a moment, letting himself wake slowly as he listened to Phil’s heart beating under his ear, then requested hopefully, “Mario Kart?”

Phil’s chest bounced Dan’s head up and down as he laughed. “You’re the king on your birthday. I am your lowly subject, and your wish is my command.”

Dan grinned. “My wish is to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

Phil laughed again and gently moved from beneath Dan, getting out of the bed and putting on pajamas that indicated clearly this was going to be a lazy day at home, just like Dan had wanted. They’d go out with friends tonight, but the rest of the day wasn’t going to involve anything that involved real clothes. Maybe some things that involved no clothes, though. He eyed Phil speculatively, and Phil raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan got out of bed and pulled on a black t-shirt and pair of track bottoms, then followed Phil out to the upstairs lounge. Phil turned to look at him. “Your birthday breakfast order, Your Majesty?”

“Doritos and salsa,” Dan replied.

Phil nodded sagely. “Ah. We’re going for the healthy option this morning.” He glanced at the clock and amended, “Or this afternoon.” Then he headed off to the kitchen to raid their snack stash.

Dan collapsed onto the sofa and looked around. He loved the smoothly modern aesthetic of their new flat. No more creaking floor boards, peeling wallpaper, and leaking pipes. The new place felt much more like him. Like the new Daniel Howell. He was happy Phil had been so relaxed about the whole thing and had let Dan have his own way about most of it.

Phil brought in the chips and salsa, and for a quick moment Dan remembered the “fanfic” they’d recreated for one of the PINOFs. He chuckled, and Phil asked, “The fanfic?” It was eerie sometimes how in sync their brains were. Dan just grinned at him and nodded, then grabbed the game controller.

They played a couple games, taking snack breaks occasionally, and at one point Phil took a picture of him with his phone. Dan barely blinked, accustomed by now to Phil documenting his every move.

“You never used to bite the controller,” Phil pointed out. Dan looked at him questioningly, removing the device from his mouth where he had placed it in frustration. “You made fun of me when you first noticed that I do it. Now you do it all the time.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re a terrible influence.”

Phil shrugged. “True.” They both giggled. “I’m going to tweet this picture with your birthday message,” Phil announced, typing into his phone.

Dan grabbed his own phone and said, “Then I’ll have to write my own birthday tweet, too.”

Their tweets went up almost at the same time, and Dan shoved Phil’s shoulder when he saw what he’d written. “Nothing about how great I am? Just a picture of me being a dork with a birthday hat pasted on?”

Phil looked at him and bit his lip, looking uncertain. “Did you want me to write something more…”

But Dan cut him off. “No, Phil. This is perfect.” He smiled to show that he meant it. He knew when his mum called to wish him a happy birthday, she would comment on how impersonal Phil’s tweet had been in comparison to Dan’s tweet on Phil’s birthday, but she’d never really understood their relationship. She didn’t understand that, despite his degree in language and linguistics, Phil didn’t show his love through soppy words. Dan was the one who said, “I love you,” most often, the one who gave Phil flowery compliments and talked about him in glowing terms.

What his mum, and pretty much everyone else, didn’t understand was how “I love you” could be just as effectively expressed by a happy smile while giving someone a free hand to decorate the new flat, or a teasing whisper against a sensitive neck, or chips and salsa for birthday breakfast.

Dan didn’t need flowery words. Phil told him in a thousand ways how much he loved him, and Dan saw it every day when he looked at the sleek new white sofa, the shiny metal handrails of the flat’s stairway, and the moonscape of their new bedroom. This entire flat was a testament to Phil’s love for him, even if no one else could see it.

Phil’s ASs

Pairing: Phan
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor
Word count: 4,122 words
Warnings: Smut, food, body image
Description: Dan can’t help but worship Phil’s perfect posterior

a/n: happy birth month, nikki @pinofs! read it and weep. :)))))


It must have been because he was turning 30.

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Request- Ok, so I know you must have a lot of namjoon smut by now, but if u don’t mind can I add one more to the pile? (If not I understand) one where u and namjoon are just hanging out in his room nd he randomly ask if u have ever watched porn and You are kinda shy and like, no. Eventually he pulls some up for u2 to watch and it leads to smut. 

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy. 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned! 

Originally posted by smol-jims

Namjoon has been a really good friend of yours for years. It was an odd friendship though, it wasn’t your average friendship. For instance, you both had feelings for each other, just did nothing about about. Except for that one night when you were both a little tipsy and made out, until Hoseok came and took you home. 

For you Namjoon was like this sexy man you confided in from time to time, that you may or not wanted to ride. And you knew he had feelings for you, as he always had his hands on you and he told you when he was drunk. You’re just not one for making a first move. 

The drunken make out session was never mentioned again, which made you think he didn’t want to take your friendship in another direction. Which was also okay with you. 

Namjoon- Come over? 

You didn’t find this friendship odd, you more embraced it. Namjoon was good to you, he was always there as a shoulder to cry on. You appreciated him, more then you could put in words. 

Y/N- Now? 

Namjoon- Please? I’m bored and I miss you. 

Y/N- I’ll be there in 10 minutes. 

You knocked on Namjoon’s dorm door, looking down at your outfit. Just to make sure there wasn’t something out of place. Namjoon opens the door, your gaze shifting from the floor, taking in his appearance. He wore loose track suit bottoms and a tank top, his hair swept back in a snap back. He was so effortlessly sexy. 

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon greets you, smiling down at you. “Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to come in and hang out?” You cleared your throat, walking past him timidly, getting a whiff of his masculine scent. It was comforting. 

“Where are the guys?” You look back over your shoulder at Namjoon, noticing the silence that filled the dorm, which was usually lively. 

“We have the day off, so the boys are out enjoying the day.” Namjoon scratches the back of his head, looking a little anxious. 

“Well, I’m honoured you want to spend your day off with me.” You giggle. “What are we gonna do?” 

“Ehh, just watch a movie in bed?” Namjoon suggests, you nod your head, agreeing with his plan. Namjoon leads the way to his bedroom, opening the door letting you step in, before closing the door behind you. 

Namjoon had sent up his bed with plush soft pillows, warm fluffy blankets and the lights were dim. It was a comfortable setting. You slip off your jacket and your shoes, climbing onto Namjoon’s bed and getting comfortable. You pat the place beside you, wanting Namjoon to join you already, which he does. Putting his laptop on his knee. 

“What are we going to watch?” You ask. Namjoon shifts in the bed, so he’s facing your more, staring down at you. 

“Have you ever watched porn?” Namjoon abruptly asks. You’re cheeks instantly heat up, making you turn away from Namjoon. 

“Mhmm… no. W-why are you asking me this?” You try to avoid eye contact with Namjoon at all costs in that moment. 

“Let’s watch some then.” Namjoon coolly says. You snap your head around, staring at him with your eyes wide in shook. 


“Let’s watch porn together.” You can’t form any coherent sentence, glancing over to Namjoon’s laptop screen, seeing a man going down on his secretary, with huge breasts. 

“Namjoon, this is so cliche.” You point out, you cringe more watching the video clip, the women was extremely loud. 

“That’s the point, Y/N. Men are that simple.” 

“I highly doubt that.” You mutter under your breath. The video clip soon turned into a steamy session. You could feel your core heating up, getting horny whilst sitting next to sexy Namjoon was not helping. 

Your whole body was heating up, more and more as you continued to watch porn. You started to rub your legs together to relieve some of the ache between your thighs. 

Namjoon abruptly closed his laptop, placing it on the floor, before he was moving so he was hovering over your body. He had your head trapped between his arms, staring down at you. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Namjoon smirked down at you. 

“I’m fine.” You avert your gaze towards the door, until Namjoon smooths a hand down your face, bringing your gaze back to him. 

“I’d like to help you out with your.. problem.” Namjoon says in a low husky voice. Your stomach was full of butterfly’s. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You had so many fantasy’s like this, Namjoon claiming you as his for the night. And now it was actually happening. 

“O-okay.” You stutter out in a whisper, for only you and Namjoon to hear. Namjoon leans down, connecting his soft, plush lips with yours. As soon as his lips touched yours, you knew your friendship would never be the same again. Namjoon pulls back. 

“Are you okay with this? I can stop-” You sit up, pressing your lips firmly against his, pulling back just enough to mutter against his lips. 

“I want this.” Namjoon doesn’t waste any time, kissing you with more hunger this time. Namjoon slipshis arms around your waist, flipping you both over so you were on top now. 

Namjoon sat up with his back against the head board, his large hands gripping your thighs. Pulling you closer, so your heat was directly over his hard dick. Smoothing his hands up your thighs, griping your ass and sliding up your top pulling his higher and higher up. 

You raise your arms letting him pull your top up over your head, tossing it away. Namjoon sat up more, so you were both chest to chest. His hands unclasping your bra, letting it fall between you. You erect nipples rubbing against his tones chest. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t put a number on how many times I thought about this, having you close to me like this. Having you as mine.” Namjoon pulls you down for another passionate kiss before you could answer him. 

You knock Namjoon hat off his head, so you can run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the stands. You start to grind your core down on his hard member. A moan slipping past your lips at the friction. 

“Namjoon, I’m so wet right now.” You gasp out. Your fingers find the hem of his tank top, pulling it off him. You run your nails over his toned torso. Namjoons hands grope your breasts, messaging them. His fingers pinching your erect nipples. 

“I can help you with that, sweet heart.” Namjoon smirks, he takes his hands away from your breasts, slipping them into your pants roughly pulling them down your ass. You sit up, letting him pull them off easier. Leaving you completely naked in front of Namjoon. 

“You’re so beautiful, sweet heart.” Namjoon gazes at you’re body in awe and lust. Namjoon slips his hand in between your legs, rubbing fast circles into your clit, as he kisses along your collar bone. 

“Namjoon, I need more.” You whisper in his ear. 

“Tell me what you need baby.” He says between open mouthed kisses on your chest, his hot breath against your sick felt amazing. 

“I need you, I want you inside me… Filling me up.” You moan out. You can feel Namjoon smirking against you. 

“Of course, sweet heart. Have me then.” Namjoon takes his hands off you, sitting back. He looks at his pants then back at you, you catch his drift. You pull his sweats down just enough to reveal his erect dick. 

You tease yourself, rubbing his tip up and done your wet pussy. Pushing his tip in before pulling it back out again. 

“Stop teasing me, sweet heart. I need to be inside you, just as much as you want me to be filling your tight pussy up.” Namjoon smacks your butt firmly. You giggle, slipping him in your tight pussy. You start to bounce up and down on Namjoon’s lap. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, f-filling me up.” You pant out between bounces. Namjoon sits up, holding you tight against him, standing up with you in his arms. He starts to buck his hips into your, pumping his dick in and out of your pussy. Fucking up into you, your wrap your arms around his neck tightly. You’re erect nipples grinding off his chest with ever bounce. 

“As much as I loved seeing your tits bounce, as you fuck yourself on me, I just need to fuck you like this.” Namjoon pants against your ear. You really didn’t care what position yous were in, as long as he was fucking you. 

“Please d-don’t stop.” You moan, Namjoon was fucking you just right. Your were a moaning mess, cumming undone around his dick. Your nails dug into his back, as his name slipped past your lips again and again. 

“That’s it sweet heart, cum for me.” His seductive deep voice, had you cumming around him. Your body shaking in his hold. His hands griping your ass, pumping himself into your pussy, his cum spilling into you. He let out a lengthy loud moan of your name. 

Namjoon pumped in and out of your pussy a few times, before stop and just holding you against him, as he tries to calm his breathing down. Namjoon sets you down gently, grabbing the tissues from his dresser, cleaning you up. He grabs a t-shirt, slipping it over your body, it was a lot bigger then you. 

“You’re staying with me tonight. Shall we actually watch a movie now.” Namjoon winked, pulling you under the covers with him. 

I hope this didn’t suck to much and that’s this is what you had in mind. Feed back is always appreciated! Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x


Abba checking to see where the broody band is on her way back to them. 

(About that no exertion thing, mare …)

HP fans really do miss a lot of opportunities by forgetting when the books are set. Think about it for a minute. The main characters were in school from 1991 to 1997. At least a few of those girls tried crimping their hair and wearing blue eye shadow. Someone was wearing those track bottoms that made noise when you walked, probably in neon.

The Marauders, Lily, and Snape were in school *in the 70s*. James Potter totally had feathered hair. Remus had brown corduroy bell bottoms and some sort of hideous mustard turtleneck. Peter probably tried to look cool by wearing a paisley shirt (it backfired).

There are so many character defining aspects to play with with era fashion, but most people don’t seem to try even when they don’t have the characters in robes/uniforms. It’s disappointing.

Track 9: Bath-House Endurance Race
Track 9: Bath-House Endurance Race

Free Illustration Works Vol. 2

Track 9: Bath-House Endurance Race

Nagisa: Ah, this feels nice! 

Rei: Warming the entire body to the core ameliorates blood flow, stimulates perspiration, and helps recovering from fatigue. Not to mention, it helps improving the operating of the circulatory system!
Rin: Swimming is a sports that taxes a lot on circulatory organs, too. Care is crucial.
Makoto: Rei and Rin, you both sure know a lot!
Haruka: (bubbling)
Makoto: Haru, isn’t it chilly to stay in the cold water bath like that? Come over here.
Haruka: I’m fine. I like cold water.
Makoto: You should come this side later to properly warm yourself, okay? Hey, Haru, are you listening?
Rin: That Haru… There’s no point coming to a bath-house if you’re just going to stay in the cold water…
Makoto: Well, that’s what you’d expect from Haru. But really, it’s nice how you can actually stretch your legs here. There’s no room for that at home…
Nagisa: (splashes water) Yup, yup! A big bath is fun, right! Plus we reserved it, so we can swim around all we want! (swims arounds)
Rin: Ah! …Nagisa…
Rei: Hey, Nagisa-kun, stop this!
Nagisa: Ah! Hehe, sorry…
Rin: You little… Don’t splash around with your feet right in front of people’s face, you damn–!
Nagisa: Aah, it hurts it hurts it hurts, Rin-chan, don’t grab my head–
Rin: Shut up! Take your bath quietly, okay?!
Nagisa: I don’t want to!
Rei: Hey, you two! Don’t fight in such a place! And you’re splashing water on my face too!
Makoto: Ah geez, just soak normally…
Nagisa: Hufufufu… Ma-ko-chan! (splashes him)
Makoto: Ah! Geez… Nagisa!
Rei: Ah, even Makoto-senpai now?! Everyone, calm down–
Haruka: [evil demon lord aura]
Rei: [faint shriek]
Haruka: Use the water quietly.
Makoto: …Sorry.
Nagisa: Yeees.
Rin: This is just bathwater, though–
Makoto: Aah, now now Rin!

Nagisa: Aah… I’m all warmed up…
Rei: Although, this… Isn’t this water a bit too hot?
Rin: What’s up, Rei? Are you not good with hot baths? Careful not to get light-headed.
Rei: I won’t!
Nagisa: You’re not hot, Rin-chan?
Rin: The dorm’s bath is rather hot so I got used to it. Plus, captain Mikoshiba… Ah, no, forget it…
Rei: Oh my, Rin-san. Your face seems somewhat flushed… Shouldn’t you get out already?
Rin: Aren’t you confident!
Nagisa: Heheh, then, how about a contest? Of who can stay in the longest!
Rin: Okay, sure! I’ll take you on!
Nagisa: That’s our Rin-chan!
Rin: You guys are competing too, right? Makoto, Rei.
Makoto: Eh, me too?
Rei: Very well! I accept this challenge!
Nagisa: What about you, Haru-chan?
Haruka: (bubbling)
Nagisa: Haru-chan doesn’t want to leave the cold water bath, huh.
Makoto: Hey, Haru, are you sure you’ll be okay?
Haruka: (still bubbling) I’m fine.
Rin: Makoto, just forget about Haru.
Nagisa: Then, start! Ah, and the loser has to treat the others to fruit milk, okay.
Rin: Although there’s no way I’ll lose. I’ll show you the endurance I built in the dorm’s bath!
Rei: The fight is on! I shall remain until the very end!
Makoto: Eeh, but I want to get out already…
Nagisa: Come on Mako-chan, if you’re not in up to at least your shoulders, you’ll be disqualified!
Makoto: Huh… That’s strict…
Haruka: (blubbling) [thinking] Ah… What a noisy bunch.


Audio: Wakoanime
Translation: Nagisaperopero