trying different things out

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let’s be honest, jaal probably gets tongue-tied too :U

little things that i should do more often:
  • laughing my heart out ‘til my tummy hurts
  • picking fresh fruits and vegetables from our farm with my gramps
  • expressing my true feelings and showing genuine colors to my parents
  • saying “thank you” instead of “sorry”
  • teaching my dogs some cool tricks from youtube
  • having a nice movie break after studying for eternity
  • getting enough & appropriate amount of sleep
  • giving sweets to little stranger children
  • buying books and after reading, giving it to a person who deserves to read it
  • giving sad people the warmest hugs
  • waking up early and watching the sunrise
  • taking random snaps of my friends doing absolutely anything
  • trying out different accents
  • recording myself talking about the things i love
  • reminiscing the past under the moonlight with an old friend
  • conversing with a friendly stranger on a coffee shop
  • buying myself some flowers on the market
  • listing down the things i love about myself
  • exploring the city alone
  • saying spontaneous compliments to my beautiful friends
  • expressing how much i love the people that matter to me
  • buying a tub of ice cream for personal consumption
  • adding sparkles under my eyes
  • going on a date with myself
  • sketching random buildings on public
  • riding the public transit
  • exploring my own self
  • baking a cake for the ppl i love
  • counting the visible stars
  • volunteering to help
  • writing a pointless but heart-felt song
  • going on a road trip with my favorite people
  • writing letters to strangers and leaving then in the front pocket of my airplane seat
  • getting my crap together
  • painting on the bodies of my friends
  • saying hello to random animals
170308 Rap Monster’s Tweet

아 참고로 지금 윙스와는 전혀 다른 노래랍니다.. 제가 이것저것 해보고자 처음에 만들어봤던 것 중 한 트랙입니다 🤢😂

Ah, to make things clear, this song is completely different from the current ‘Wings’.. This is one of the tracks (among several) that I made while attempting to try out different things 🤢😂

Trans cr; Alli @ bts-trans
© TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

I know there are a quite a few posts on tumblr already about studying mathematics but I figured I’d jumped in with some less conventional things that have worked..

1- believe you can. This may be an overused phrase but it’s that way for a reason. So many people have this negative way of thinking that math is hard and when they walk into a classroom they’ve already concluded that it is going to be difficult for them and that they’re going to fail. I’ve personally done this and I have to remind myself that I can do it and not to be resolved to failure. It helps, drastically. 

2- If you have trouble remembering formulas I have a system that I use, it’s pretty simple, all you need is a notebook( I prefer a very mini one to make carrying it easy). On the first few pages I have some of the basics such as Types of Numbers, order of operation, perfect squares and such and then i use a double page spread where the left side has what I’m finding and the right side has the formula. Sometimes there isn’t a specific formula so I list the steps or an example.

3- Another method to help with remembering formulas is to always write it. Whenever you’re doing a new topic and your teacher gives you an exercise to do write the formula before each question, even if that means you have the formula written ten times on one page.


4-
PRACTICE!PRACTICE!PRACTICE! This is the best way to improve in maths. Do one sum ten times, do test papers, do exercises from your textbook even if you teacher doesn’t assign them.

5-And on the topic of practicing, practice topics even after you’ve moved on in class. It’s the worst thing to be studying for an exam that covers various topics and you realize you only remember the more recent work and forgot the work you did at the beginning of the term. This is my biggest problem and I’m desperately trying to combat it and the best way may be setting side about an hour a week and doing sums, it doesn’t even have to be a lot, just 3 or 4 sums from each topic.

6- Don’t move on from a topic if you don’t understand it. This is the worst thing you can do. It’s likely your teacher will ask the class if everyone understand and you should raise your hands, don’t be afraid or embarrass, one: because it’s their job and two: because chances are some of your classmates don’t understand or know what it feels like not to understand. It’s also  important to remember that different people have different way of explaining things so try seeking out other teachers and asking for help or other students or even trying the web,

7- Statements. These are so damn important. Ever reviewing over your notes and you can’t understand how you got from one point to the other? That’s what statements are for. Honestly as someone who relies on statements to figure out how to work out a math sum when I don’t understand or miss class it’s very helpful. Also I’m not sure about elsewhere but here the correct answer is typically only 1-2 marks and statements and workings carry the rest.

8- LEARN HOW TO USE YOUR CALCULATOR!

For exams:

1-keep a sheet of paper that has all major topics and their respective sub topics and I use it to keep track of whether you’ve reviewed the topic for test another thing you can do is rate your understanding of the topic: 1 star/circle/heart= poor understanding to 5 stars/circles/hearts=excellent understanding. Be truthful with yourself.

2-Go over and DO OVER questions you did through the term and if your teacher does a review session at the end of the term then definitely go over those, it’s likely these questions will be on your test paper but with different values.

3-Sometimes questions can be worded in a way that is tricky, read it carefully and underline the important parts and what they’re asking you to find.

4- One of the ways I check to see if my answer is correct is working back the sum so for example 2 x 5= 10 then 10/5=2.  

5- don’t freak out or psych yourself up, you’ll do great and if you don’t then learn from your mistakes!

I hope this little post helped someone. Remember that math will only be as frightening and hard as you imagine it to be, 

mochiiiface  asked:

How excited are you that Suga is back to performing with you guys??

The Curious Case of 161226: aka Suga’s Live Tweets during SBS Gayo 2016

JK: To be honest, I think we’re all more relieved than anything.

Strategies for Adding Depth to your Novel

Anonymous asked, “I’m planning my story and I’ve actually already done the basic parts, like characters, settings and plot, but I want to add more too it. Like, I have things that need to happen, a page for word count and progress, and I write down tips and research but I want to do more. Could you help me? Any tips? 

It sounds to me like you are looking for something a number of friends of mine call “discovery.” These are the moments where your story comes alive, your characters do things you didn’t know they could do, they end up being much deeper than you’d imagined from the outset. There are a few things you can do to try to spark this.

  • Dwell in a scene longer than you need to. While you may know what happens next, linger a little longer (and you may end up getting rid of this extra writing) and just give the characters things to talk about. Get them to open up about things that may or may not be relevant. You may end up seeing something in a character you hadn’t thought of that will tie nicely into the plot or you might get a main character to open up about some inner desire that they hadn’t previously had the opportunity to express. (For instance, it never was relevant in the 7 book series of Harry Potter to mention Harry’s fear of pigeons. Came up in the play though and shocked us all! But more seriously, there could be some deeper element of the character that hadn’t come up and could bring something more to your story.) Be open to anything. You won’t know what’s an important theme until you’re editing later. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Is it just me or did the writing for Len here seem like it used to be for him on the flash, especially after family of rogues, and not his legends characterisation at all? Which I'm pleased about.

Flash writers (and directors) write him one way, and Legends writers (and directors) keep him another.

The differences are pretty damn subtle, really, but became more noticeable in Legends as time went on. I wouldn’t say that this Len didn’t have pieces of his Legends characterization (like the willingness to help Barry without demanding anything in return, that was telling), but the way he spoke and moved was so reminiscent to how he was on the Flash, despite differences in motives and means by that point.

I loved how Len was using his ‘cold’ voice for the majority of the episode in a big way though, it was fantastic. His edginess was definitely there, and it was so glorious to see. 

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.

Be a Good Girl

Author: @onceratheart4life
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Rating: NSFW 18+
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Very Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Bondage, Fingering, Oral (M>F), Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids).
Word Count: 3,829 words
Request: Stiles x reader where they’re studying and he finds her web history and discovers her kinks. He starts trying to distract her but she won’t move until he says ‘be a good girl for daddy’ leads to rough sex etc. Please tag me in it ☺️☺️ thanks xx
A/N: So this is my first smut and it’s hella smutty in my opinion. And because it is my first smut, it’s written in third person and may not be as good as other writers, but it’ll improve over time. And my Professor Dylan O'Brien AU is on hold, as is the other requests because I have to study for about six major exams coming up. And also, thank you @proudglader for the deliciously sinful request.


Studying with Stiles wasn’t always “studying.” He’d test (Y/N) by stripping her and kissing nearly every body part of hers, quizzing her and won’t let her come until answering almost all the questions correctly. It often lead to rough and passionate sex, which made up 50% of their sex life. The other percent was soft, slow and tender sex.

That’s what she loved about her boyfriend, that he could be both dominant and submissive, rough and gentle at the same time or one in different encounters. It was always different with them, they would try different things out. Handcuffs, blindfolding, and once spanking. Every time with Stiles was exciting for her, no matter what the mood was.

Tonight they were studying history alone at her house, her parents were gone for the week so they had the whole house to themselves. When he asked her if she wanted to study, she couldn’t tell if he meant "studying” or actual studying, but he had brought his books to her house about half-an-hour ago so she knew it was the latter option.

She was sitting on her bed surrounded by books when Stiles got up from his spot next to her, making her head turn to ask him, “What are you doing?” He shrugs, heading over to her desk where her laptop was. “I’m gonna search something up real quick.”

(Y/N) didn’t think anything of it afterward, but she was kind of nervous. Sure, she and Stiles had an amazing sex life, but she often read smut that involved her kinks. Kinks that he never knew of because she was scared he wouldn’t be into it and think she was a freak. After ten minutes of his fingers tapping away on the keyboard, it stopped abruptly. “(Y/N)?” He called out.

“Yeah, Stiles?” She asked, not looking up from the textbook despite her curiosity.

“What exactly does DD/LG stand for?”

Her head snapped up so fast she was afraid she’d hurt her neck but her embarrassment clouded the pain. “What?” She squeaked, her hands clammy and heart pounding against her ribs. He didn’t turn around, instead his fingers tapped away on the keyboard and her face paled when she saw the page he pulled up.

“Daddy dom and little girl?” He questioned, spinning around with a devious look on his face, eyebrow arched. His eyes were a shade darker than the whiskey brown (Y/N) loved which reminded her of Void. Void was obsessed with her because of Stiles’ feelings for her, which made him lust after her. But of course, no matter how hard it was, she never gave into it.

“You have a daddy kink?” Stiles asks, standing up and sauntered over to the (H/C) girl.

She looked down and avoided his burning gaze, eyes glued to the words on the page as the bed dipped next to her and his fingers ran down up her bare arm, igniting a spark in her gut. DD/LG was one of her kinks, but she also had a kink for his hands, or more specially, his fingers. When ever he wasn’t there, or late at night, she would fantasize about those long slender fingers touching her as she got off on it.

His fingers traced her collarbone and he brushed away her hair to place a kiss against her already heated skin, right below her ear, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from letting out a low and filthy moan. It got harder as he trailed feather-light kisses up her neck and across her jaw, lips soft and teasing. His hand landed on her thigh and trailed it up slowly, getting closer to the juncture of her thighs. She clenched them together to try to relieve the ache that formed in her core, already wet from his touch alone.

“Answer me, princess,” he ordered gruffly against her skin.

She shook her head, skin a light pink from the desire and embarrassment. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much power he had over her.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and answer me.”

Oh shit, she mentally cursed, finally letting out a soft moan. “Yes,” she bit out, flustered and awkward.

“Do you want to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked, licking a stripe up her neck. She nodded shortly, eyes falling close as she gave herself up. “Then spread your thighs for me, princess.”

She did as told, spreading her legs a bit, still feeling shy. But it was all he needed, hand cupping her sex over her pajama shorts. When his thumb rubbed little circles over her covered bundle of nerves, a low moan left her lips, head falling and body curling into his. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, lifting her to sit sideways in his lap and urged her to lay her head in the crook of his neck. Her hands balled in the material of his black t-shirt, whimpering when he slipped his hand into her shorts and panties, fingertips coming into contact with her already swollen nub, softly caressing it with the pads of his fingers.

“Do you want to go slow or fast for tonight?” He whispered against her forehead.

Last time they had sex was a few days ago, after a lacrosse game and it was pretty rough so she still felt a little sore from that, so she answered, “Whatever you want-” She cut herself off with a strangled moan when he rubbed over her soaked entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, gently slipping in his index finger, her lips parted and moans escaped them. “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “Always.”

He hummed, dipping in another finger and slowly pumped them in and out of her tight sheath, listening to her soft moans and whimpers. His fingers moved slowly, rubbing along her walls, finding her spot easily. His thumb moved over her clit in small circles, teasing her there but reaching all the right places inside her canal to trigger her climax.

“Please, don’t stop, Daddy,” she begged, using one hand to grip his toned forearm, quickly climbing to the edge. “I’m so close and I wanna cum for you.”

He bent his head down so his lips hovered over hers, her breathing labored as her moans grew in volume, his fingers moving more quickly as her walls began to flutter and clench around him, his cock hard and nearly painful. Her hips began to rock against his fingers, rubbing against the bulge in his pants, a strangled noise leaving his lips. He never knew the word “daddy” could be pleasurable for him, and it was quickly becoming one of his own kinks.

Finally, he twisted his wrist a little to press down hard on her clit, rubbing quick and tight circles over the flesh and she shattered, a cry leaving her lips that she muffled by pressing her face into his shoulder, thighs quaking as pleasure coursed through her. He gradually stopped moving his fingers, waiting until she stopped clenching around him, and gently removed them from her, her body shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and wrapped his lips around them, humming at her taste.

A moan slipped from her lips, still wanting him. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Do you like being a good girl for daddy?” He asked in a husky voice and brushed his lips against hers. She nodded, curling into him more and pressed her lips to his fluttering pulse. “I like being good for you, daddy,” she answered in a whisper, her other hand slipping around his neck. He searched her (E/C) eyes before crashing his lips to hers, teeth clacking and his tongue dominating hers. It was messy, hot and passionate, a new flood of desire crashing over (Y/N)’s body. He moved their bodies so he was above her and between her legs, her body positioned a little bit above him so her head was on the pillow. 

He didn’t waste anytime to strip her, pulling her shirt over her head with her help and her shorts, revealing her soaked panties and bare breasts. He groaned at the sight, but kept his composure

“You’re scarves are in your closet, right?” He asked, more mischief in his eyes. She nodded and bit her tongue to contain a whine that threatened to leave her lips when he raised his body off of hers and crawled off the bed, heading towards her closet.

She was quickly lowering from the delicious high Stiles gave her moments ago, but she was still slick with arousal. Thoughts of what he was gonna do with the scarf ran through her mind, thinking about him gagging her, blindfolding or bondage, the thoughts only making her more wet and her core throb. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, hips arching up slightly and she took the opportunity to remove her ruined panties, throwing them carelessly over the side of the bed. A cluck of disapproval made her still, eyes snapping to the foot of the bed where a shirtless Stiles was standing, a black scarf hanging from his palm and a look of disdain on his face.

“Ah ah,” he admonishes, grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs apart, squeezing her one ankle as a warning. “No touching yourself of any kind. It’s my job.” He pointed his index finger at her and winked, knowing how hot she found it when he winked.

She nods and smiles coyly, “Sorry, Daddy, it’s just uncomfortable.”

A feral grin spread across his face and he slid his hands up her legs, crawling back up her body until he slotted his hips against hers with her legs on either side of him. He grabbed her wrists and held them together in front of him, wrapping the soft material around her wrists and tied a knot that he could untie later, letting go and she dropped them. “Keep them up there,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. It caused another flood of heat to pass through (Y/N)’s loins, her clit throbbing.

It amazed her how worked up he could get her within a very short period of time, something he used to his advantage quite frequently. A little gasp leaves her lips as he pressed a short but hard kiss to her lips, placing a kiss on the corners of her mouth, her jaw and neck where he started to suck and lick.

His sinful tongue against her flesh had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, moans left her lips as he bit down where her shoulder met her neck, soothing the bite and continued to give her neck and collarbones attention. The spark within her turned into an inferno, heating her skin and core.

When his lips wrapped around one of her hard nipples, biting down gently on the hard nub, a whimper left her lips. He used his other hand to cup her other breast, thumb and index finger tweaking the nipple until it was erect and taut.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewled.

“Please, what?” He taunted, sliding his lips to her other nipple and licking over it, sucking a purple mark to the underside of her right breast.

“Please do something,” she breathed out, eyes closed and lips parted as moans slipped from them.

He hummed, kissing down her stomach slowly to her hips, kissing the crevice where it meets her thighs, purposely teasing her. She bucked her hips ups and he held her down, spreading her thighs a tad bit more to kiss from her knee and up the inside of her thigh and he sucked tiny marks into her skin. He was deliberately teasing her, working her up and under certain circumstances, (Y/N) would enjoy it, but the throbbing between her thighs was too intense to enjoy the teasing.

“Daddy,” she moaned, hoping he’d take mercy on her.

And he did, a very loud moan leaving her as his tongue came into contact with her core, licking a stripe through her folds and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm,” he hummed against her, the vibrations traveling through her and made her thighs twitch at the sides of his head. “You always taste so good, baby girl.”

As he continued his onslaught of using his tongue to stimulate her bundle of nerves, she wanted nothing more than to thread her fingers in his silky brown hair, but she knew she couldn’t. So she settled for holding onto a pillow, her eyes falling shut and her back arching up, as well as her hips. His hand clamped down onto her hip, stilling them to continue feasting upon her.

“Oh, fuck!” She cursed as she felt his index finger circle her entrance, the digit quickly being coated in her juices that accumulated from his tongue against her.

“Not yet, princess,” Stiles smirks against her, slowly sliding in the digit, a second one following quickly, his tongue never stopping its assault on her clit as he fingered her for the second time that night.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around his long fingers, hitting all the right places like before, but this time he scissored his two fingers gently inside her, stretching her walls deliciously. “Ooh,” she let out, her back arching and deep moans came from her throat, skin flushed pink from the blood rushing through her veins and the stimulation. “Oh, my God! Please!”

“What do you want, baby?”

She opened her eyes and looked down, meeting his eyes from where he was between her thighs, the sight sinful, and she said in a slightly trembling voice, “I want you to fuck me after this.”

He grinned and wasted no time, curling his fingers and stroked her sensitive walls, sucking harshly on her clit and she broke, a strangled cry leaving her throat as her hips started to jerk. As soon as her hips stopped moving, he removed his fingers from her, and she felt empty as he did but didn’t make a single sound of disdain as he left her body and the bed. 

The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants traveled to her ears and she watched as he discarded his shoes, socks and then his pants. Her (E/N) eyes darting around his tall frame, his muscles toned but not as much as most guys but (Y/N) loved it, pale skin dotted with moles and freckles, the small patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest and the happy trail leading down to his erect cock that stood proudly. The slightly red tip was glistening with precum.

A moan left her lips at the sight, her hips grinding down into the mattress to try to get some relief but found none. He returned to her body, moving between her legs so his hips were against hers and his hands on either side of her head, his cock between her folds, and he moved his hips to glide it through her folds, lubricating himself in her copious amounts of arousal. A whine of frustration left her lips, squirming. “Stop… Teasing,” she huffed out, the intense sensation between her thighs almost painful.

He smirked and with no warning, he slammed into (Y/N) to the hilt, her head falling forwards with a whimpering cry leaving her lips and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Daddy!” She gasped, moving her arms to loop it over his head to pull him closer to her, hearing no objection from the teen above her as he fell to his elbows, his bare chest grazing hers. His hips stilled, buried deep within her and letting her adjust to his generous size.

She didn’t say anything to let him know she was ready, instead lifting her legs so her knees framed his hips. He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a quick and hard pace, the only sounds in the room being her moans and whimpers, his grunts and growls, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

His thrusts were powerful and quick, and he looked down to her face, eyes closed and expression contoured in pleasure with her lips shaped in a “o” and skin shinning with perspiration, eyes falling down to her bouncing breasts. He bent his head down to capture one of her erect nipples, laving the bud with his tongue and lightly bit down, her squeal of pleasure music to his ears. With her having an orgasm just a few moments ago, he knew she was undoubtedly close to her climax with the way her tight walls were clenching around him, amplifying his own pleasure, he snaked his between their sweaty bodies and found her swollen clit, quickly rubbing it.

“Daddy!” (Y/N) screamed, the knot of pleasure in her stomach bursting, intense pleasure crashing over her as she orgasm for the third time that night. “Oh, fuck, Daddy!”

A load groan leaves his lips as her walls clamped down on his pulsing member, triggering her own orgasm and he came with a grunt, his essence coating her inner walls. He continued to move his hips, slow to prolong their climaxes for as long as possible.

Soon, he stopped, panting and her body was shaking beneath his. They buried their heads in the other’s necks, holding each other close, the sweat cooling on their skin and he softened slightly in her. But at the slightest movement from her got his shaft to stiffen, the recovery rate pretty impressive. When it came to sex with (Y/N) he could go for hours, slowly increasing his stamina over time and it made it a lot more enjoyable for them.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he panted in his ear, moving to wrap his arms around her back as it was arched, rearing backwards so he sat back on his haunches with her perched in his lap, still within her and her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She couldn’t respond, chest heaving for air and hair messy, but she didn’t object, her need for him not yet sated. “You got enough energy?”

(Y/N) nodded, sucking in a deep breath and start to slowly rock her hips against his. Her hips were most likely going to be bruised by the morning, and sore for a few days, but sex with Stiles was too good to stop in that moment. “Always,” she said in a low voice, kissing Stiles’ jaw as his hands found her hips and helped her move her hips, steadily gaining speed and the knots within their abdomens as she started to bounce in his lap, skin slapping against skin once more. 

The muscles in her thighs tightened, walls involuntarily clenching around Stiles’ cock, eliciting a loud moan from his plump lips, “God, do that again, baby.” She did it again, a little bit more strong than the last that got a rough growl from her lover, “Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Pleasure surged through her at the praise, and he felt it from her reaction around him. “You like being praised, don’t you?” He asked in her ear, voice purposely low and rough as their hips continued to thrust against each other. “Oh you do.” He stilled her hips with his hands, making (Y/N) whine in complaint, but he pulled his head away and moved his hands to hold her flushed cheeks, taking in every detail of her face. Lips swollen and parted as pants left her, eyes half-lidded, hair sticking to her temples from sweat and yet he found her to be as beautiful as always, maybe even more now in the throes of passion.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, running the pad of his thumb along her lower lip and she pressed a kiss to it, the once sexually intense moment now a emotionally intense moment. He couldn’t tear his eyes from hers, not even when she went back to lifting her hips and dropping back down onto him, letting him out half-way from her sheathe. “So are you,” she says, barely inaudible but he heard her. 

(Y/N) started to grind her hips against his, barely lifting her hips as she was on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, her fourth and final one of the night. The tip of his cock kept hitting her g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against her bundle of nerves and the dual sensations sent her into overload, the knot bursting and her body spasming and a loud scream of his name, not “Daddy” but “Stiles,” left her lips and their eyes still connected. 

He started to snap his hips up, jaw clenched and muscles straining as he was getting closer and closer to his own peak. “Come for me, Daddy,” she said under her breath, exhausted but wanted to see him come one more time. And he did, cock pulsing for the final time tonight and this climax, like (Y/N)’s, was intense, coating her insides again with more of his seed. But she didn’t care, getting off on the fact that it claimed her as his, and vice versa,

Her body sagged against his, wrists rubbed sore as well as the rest of her body. She could barely keep her eyes open, wincing when she lifted her arms from around his neck and he was trying to catch his breath. “Next time we do that,” he panted. “I’m taking you from behind.”

She didn’t laugh, merely gave him a tired smile as his shaky fingers untied the scarf from her wrists, letting it fall over the side of the bed and she fell backwards, back hitting the mattress and he fell next to her. 

“Might be a while,” she said, pressing her hand against her chest and felt her erratic heart beneath her palm, gradually slowing down. 

He frowned and turned on his side, pulling the sheets above them to look at (Y/N) with worry etched into his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked anxiously, biting his lip. 

“No,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes drooping as weariness started to take over. “It was perfect.”

The anxious look on his face disappeared, her fading voice filling his ears as he watched her close her eyes and passed out, skin glistening with dried sweat and hair messy. A breathy chuckle left his lips and he shook his head, pulling the sheets up more to cover her body up to her chin, snuggling closer to her and gently pulled her to him and she instantly curled into his side, head on his chest. “I love you,” he whispered against her forehead, and even though she was asleep, she heard him, a small smile spreading upon her lips.

I love you, too.

skull--master  asked:

You are one of the most inspirational artists I've ever come across! Your use of color and conceptualization is amazing! That said, do you have any tips about how to effectively boil down ideas to one image? Whenever I try, I'm always underwhelmed by the results as they seem very obvious to me. I know it's kind of a hard question, so can you maybe share your thought process behind your work? Thank you and keep on rocking! :)

I hope you keep on rocking as well : )

Imagine DK and Hoshi getting ice-cream together and feeding each other spoonfuls of the cold dessert, despite both of them getting the same flavour.