tries but fails miserably

anonymous asked:

Hi again! I'm the crazy anon you offered you last portion of creamy pasta to but no! You deserve it more! And don't worry about disappointing me! I love where it's going even though I have no idea where! Not in a bad way I meant it's so spontaneous and exciting! Theo doesn't get anywhere near enough credit! I'm team Theo! What a gorgeous sim, I tried to make her for my own use in sims and failed miserably. Will continue reading the story over and over. Missed her parents so happy they're back ❤️

omg i’m team theo too hi5ヽ(^◇^*)/ OK BUT anyone who talks to me on a daily basis knows that i always have backup pasta around though, like there’s leftovers in my fridge right now with garlic, onions, broth and oatly cream, and probably 2-3 different types in the cabinet + at least 2 types of noodles. (i continued talking about pasta for another two paragraphs here before i realized that’s not what you msgd me about -_-)

thank yooouuu you’re so nice and supportive, i don’t deserve you ;—; I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THE REUNION THOUGH CAUSE AFTER YOUR LAST MSG I SECRETLY DEDICATED THAT POST TO YOU but it felt so silly to write that so i just made a mental note of it and hoped you are a mind reader. 

mrdaddi  asked:

aaah I tried to do a Pokémon platinum nuzlocke as my first nuzlocke and failed miserably. do you know what nuzlockes are, and if so have you ever done one in the sinnoh region?

I’ve tried one in Sun, but the grinding got boring, I don’t know how I did it as a kid.

anonymous asked:

How would Renzou react when he discovers his girlfriend has pierced nipples? // I love your blog sm gahhh

Gasp and heart-eyes. Renzou loves it! He would ask you how much time you have pierced nipples and how much that hurt. Instantly wanted to touch it while saliva was streaming down his face. Tried to take picture of them, failed miserably .

Originally posted by cogondragoon6

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“People ask me why I became a weightlifter. My dad took me to a weightlifting stadium when I was 10 years old, and I strangely liked the metallic smell of the barbell. That’s when I decided to become a weightlifter too. As a young player who made history, I grew up with weightlifting. I lifted and threw the barbell thousands of times, and I cut out calluses from my hands hundreds of times. I shed thousands of liters of sweat and tears and now, I’m about to go on stage.” 

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I MADE A P5 OC SWEATSS 

Mamoru is the kind of guy who tries hard to be cool and fails miserably. He joined basketball club because it was cool and his dream girl, Nishiura-senpai, is the club manager. Due to his oblivious personality, his teammates took advantage of him and made him a manager instead of a player. Nishiura also cooed him to do all of the chores by himself. Mamoru gained his Persona when he broke his left arm to save Nishiura from falling equipments. It turns out that Nishiura and Mamoru’s teammates did it on purpose to hurt him because they weren’t fond of him.

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Our teacher suggested us to practice different styles for our portfolio soo… I tried Jin Kim’s style and failed miserably. BUT I tried.

I had a lot of fun and I actually was dying to work on George Blagden’s expressions since I watched this scene. Concept artist problems.
Anyway! I’ll keep practicing this style.

cbear5281  asked:

A head cannon idea: Keith and lance are In a relationship. They're at the stage where they just want to cuddle all the time. One time the team is in the control room (the one where allura controls the castle) and their discussing something about a signal or maybe talking about battle strategies, and lance is sitting in his chair with Keith on his lap with his head under lance's head. Keith is dead asleep. Suddenly Pidge gets really loud and lance is like "if you wake him I will kill you"

Aawww, so cute!! Lance would totally do this. Hope you enjoy!! 🖤
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Keith and Lance’s relationship was now in the cupcake stage. Puppy love. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Soft kisses and small giggles, whispering in each other’s ears. And they were always touching. Small grazes across arms, snuggled on the couch, hands intertwined. If you saw one, the other wasn’t far behind. And the team was happy for them, of course. All that time of pining and sexual tension was finally over, and they understood that every couple went through this phase. They just expected that it would end at some point. They were quickly proved wrong. Hunk would still coo at them, while Pidge gagged and Shiro merely rolled his eyes. There many times where Allura would loudly clear her throat to get the purple duo’s attention while discussing new information. Coran would often have this far off look, ranting about Altean weddings, hugging the couple as he went on and on. But beside the relentless teasing, the two were still enamored with one another. This was only proven further when the team met with Allura in the control room.

When the team got the call, they quickly made their way to the control room. Shiro appeared first, Pidge and Hunk not far behind. Lance came in next without Keith, which shocked the others. But shortly after, Keith came stumbling in with wrinkled clothes, hair disheveled, lazily rubbing his eyes while yawning. They watched Keith walk over the where Lance was sitting and just plopped himself in Lance’s lap, who chuckled fondly at him. Keith snuggled his head against Lance’s neck and shoulder, getting comfortable, and Lance wrapped his arms around him as if it were the most natural thong in the world. Pidge made a gagging noise and Hunk and Shiro laughed, shaking their heads. Allura smiled and rolled her eyes before telling the team about a new planet that they were going to try to form an alliance with. As Allura talked more, Keith was becoming more and more sleepier, eyes weighing a ton, until he finally let sleep take over him. Lance pressed his nose into Keith’s hard, trying to hold back a laugh, not wanting to wake him, knowing that Keith was relentless training and hasn’t been sleeping very well. The team hadn’t noticed the snoozing red Paladin and continued to listening to what Allura was saying. Pidge was so focused in what Allura was saying, that they slammed down their palms on the table, letting out a small whoop.
“That sounds amazing, Allura! With all this new technology that this planet has, who knows what we can-”
“SSSSSHHHHH!! Don’t be so loud, Pidge!”
The team turned their gaze to Lance, finger still pressed to his lips. Pidge then noticed Keith fast asleep in his lap, softly snoring, oblivious to the world around him.
Pidge deadpanned. “Are you serious, Lance?”

Lance arched an eyebrow, wrapping his arms tighter around Keith, sending Pidge a smirk.
“If you wake him, I will kill you.”
Pidge’s mouth fell open while the others tried to hide their smiles and chuckles, failing miserably. Pidge threw themselves back into their seat, pouting slightly and crossing their arms.
“And here I though Keith was the knife in the relationship.”

Golden Boy

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Smut - NSFW

Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.

Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!

I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick. Of course it was from Chris.

“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.

You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked. While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping a picture.

“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and finished getting ready.


“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered to himself as he opened your text.

“Everything okay?” Someone beside him asked.

“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself. He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was, and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.

“Never been better!” He announced a little too enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.

“Great… you are on in five….four…”

That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.


You were nervous. After your text you had never received a response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.

“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.


“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.

“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to keep a straight face – failing miserably.

“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he added to which Jeremy chuckled.

“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you were going to pay once you were alone with him.

You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.


The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless. Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.

“Everyone should be dancing!” Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.

“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching you like a hawk – good.

You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,” Seb laughed as you danced against him.

“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you and his best friend.

“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,” before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact. The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he whispered seductively into your ear.

“Yes,” you responded breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.

“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at least you had a room to yourself.


You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent. You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your legs.

He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist – admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as he removed his fingers.

“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs. He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit. As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm – causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk. His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately made you ready for round two.

“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants – stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck affectionately before removing himself.

“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.

“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you – wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.

“Well I guess I should do that more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.

“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What is it?” you asked alarmed.

“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’ after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell for years about it,” he grimaced.

“Well I guess it’s time to pay up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.

“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.


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What I appreciate of Great Comet is the actual disclaimer it has in its prologue letting me know how aware they are that the source material is complicated but they don’t have time for my lazy ass to catch up right now so they’re giving me the short version and literally telling me to look it up. Imagine if all musicals coming from classics and/or extensive source material did that. “It’s a complicated long French novel, there’s a chapter on sewers alone” or “there’s an opera going on up there somewhere and Erik lives down here”. Amazing.