ugh i'm still not over it

batsnotbutterflies  asked:

write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’

anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go

“Kiss me.”

Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows. 


Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”

He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible. 

“Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”

“You’ve said.”

Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face. 

“You’re blushing.”  

Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.” 

“Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”

“Shut up.”

They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it. 

They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven. 

Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his. 

“Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him. 


Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked. 

“Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips. 

Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously. 

“Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”

Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing. 

Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction. 

“Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks. 

“Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”

Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”

Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”

Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”

Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed. 

“Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.” 

Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”

Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”

Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls. 

“Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’

Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly. 

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”

Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”

“Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”

Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”

Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body. 

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door. 

“Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”

Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy. 

They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist. 

Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together. 


Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?” 

“It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”

Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well. 

“Let’s darken these up, shall we?”

Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work. 

Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way. 

Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him. 

“You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver. 

“Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point. 

Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up. 

Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new. 

Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared. 

Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely. 

“I love your ass.”

“You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”

Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”

Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”

“Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.” 

That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home. 

Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like. 

“Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”

That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck. 

Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall. 

“Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling. 

“You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”

“Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips. 

Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream. 

“I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response. 

Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up. 

“C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded. 

“Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.” 

Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.” 

Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently. 

“C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”

Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go. 

Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet. 

Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully. 

“Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.” 

Dan bit his lip. 

“I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”

Phil grinned. 

“Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.” 

favorite books read in 2015: Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?”

i’m so grateful that i was a meu the day the pink tape art film was released… i really got to experience that level of Art… the confusion, the excitement… like that eerie arty aesthetic is everywhere in kpop nowadays but back then… there was absolutely nothing like it

anonymous asked:

You're right, probably there are more people, but over time it's getting harder to find blogs dedicated to Clexa, and I know I shouldn't feel this way, but seeing everyone moving on it makes me feel like somehow they are betraying us (stupid, I know) and you're one of the few who stick with us. Ugh, but maybe I'm just angry 'cause I can't move on. I feel stuck. Sorry.

Hey don’t worry buddy. I know that there are many others who still blog at least 90% about Clexa. And yeah, I had to unfollow some other blogs cos I started to see too much unwanted content and that is totally fine. I will keep reblogging the same old gifset of Clexa in the forest and the same photoset of them in the bow scene because Clexa to me was like the OTP of OTP’s. I had many other OTP’s but Clexa hit me like a thunderstorm and branded me forever and I will always love them so fucking much. Maybe I’ll change my blog in the future, no matter how far or close that moment is (if that moment ever comes,) but my fealty belongs to Clexa, know this Anon. I am always going to be Clexa. And you don’t have to feel bad for not moving on as others are doing, because if that makes you happy no one can tell you otherwise, and if they do, they can fuck themselves. Don’t be sorry for that Anon, don’t be ashamed and shout loud and clear that you are a Clexakru!!!

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The amount of Rosvolio and Parivia in the last episode has still got me shook…

i will never get over the fact that we got deprived of lesbian cassandra 

- she has this hero worshipping thing for hawke. i want to see her get all flustered when she meets hawke in person and gushes about the fact that hawke can probably bench press her in full armor
- cass is completely smitten with the fictional version of aveline in varric’s books so like can you imagine when they meet cass tries to be all smooth and throws in some pseudo subtle questions to find out which parts of the stories are real
- she’s super impressed with a female inquisitor so i just feel like her flirting with cass would make her super flustered and blushing all over while trying to brush it all off and maintain her grumpy exterior
- i just want cass to be internally gushing about awesome ladies and being wooed by a lady and ugh just gimme lesbian butch warrior queen cass

So, reading the Artemis fowl casting call, it at first looked like I could potentially get a pretentious, rich, mentally ill black kid, but then reading on… Haha nope this fucker “loves life”, and “has a great sense of humor”, is “warm hearted”, and “has fun in any situation”. I feel betrayed.


The fortunes of the world will rise and fall but here in this kingdom we will endure.

Reyna Writes: Polka Dots and Shell Patterns - A Ninette BTU Remix

Written for @edendaphne‘s birthday~ Now that the blackout is over, I can post it!

Again, happy birthday, Eden! I’m so glad you enjoyed your present! <3


Living in Paris in the age of Hawkmoth meant that Nino had seen a lot of weird shit in his lifetime.

But this moment had to take the cake.

Sure, Nino himself had gotten a Miraculous not too long ago, and was still coming to grips with all that entailed…but to stand here and stare at one of his best friends—a best friend who was smart and pretty—who also, apparently, had a kwami…

“…So it’s true. You’re…you’re Ladybug.

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ughnnn the way yara looks at dany when dany states her terms is killing me. i’m not even talking about any sexual tension. it’s not about eye-fucking. it’s about immediate mutual respect and understanding these two share on the spot.

Originally posted by ice-fire-and-thrones

dany says “no more reaving, grooving, raiding, or raping”, and yara is in disbelief. she’s incredulous at first. because that’s “their way of life.” she was brought up in this environment where violence and abuse are normalized; but the way she phrased her initial argument is all the more important, because to me it shows that yara herself does not share those beliefs. she simply accepts that it is how her people have lived for a long time, and it would be incredibly difficult to have them back her up on this. that’s the feeling i got from her words; she’s more worried about people not supporting dany’s terms than she is worried about not getting to freely indulge in violence. 

but dany’s strong, stern “no more” is so heavily loaded with everything dany’s experienced herself. that was some excellent delivery from the actress. “no more” as in “i’ve had enough”; but also “my people have had enough.” that’s the type of ruler daenerys targaryen is; she’s just and all she wants in the end is peace. she wants to leave a better world behind - her words that hit very close to home for yara. but also remember when they talked about their fathers? awful power-hungry men who ruled with fear and death. dany doesn’t want that and, after careful probing, she realizes yara doesn’t want that, either. and this is another reason why dany’s “no more” resonates so strongly with yara. “no more” as in “no more of the things our fathers have done and reveled in.” and that’s why, when dany says that, yara is awestruck. there’s a hint of realization on her face that is quickly replaced by understanding and awe that this young woman, the daughter of the mad king, is wiser and stronger than most of the rulers in all of the lands. and so she says it back. “no more.” as in “we will do better than them.” as in “i believe in you. i believe in us.” 

A Kraken’s Daughter and Mother of Dragons, standing for better world. Warrior Queen and Dragon Queen. Sea and Fire united by one goal. what kinda epic shit I’m-


Would you trade this war to make it so? It is some kind of hell to be forced to choose one irreplaceable thing over another.

You’re not worth the tears I shed over you.
—  personal thoughts (via faundroyant)

Eyes Wide Open All the Time Preview: Chapter 23

After he completes his dealing route, Haru drags his feet back to the cabin and the ocean is gray with winter, the clouds glowing white with the hidden sunrise. He scrubs his face, eyes burning with exhaustion as he keys open the front door.

Giggling and the sound of morning cartoons greet him; cold tension seeps away and his chest swells with warmth. He puts Mori’s bag on the coat rack and toes off his Converse as he takes in the sight before him. A blanket fort is left abandoned in the living room, along with the cartoons, so he follows the intoxicating scent of frying food to the kitchen.

Nao sits at the island with Percy in his lap, watching Natsuya cook at the stove with a soft smile. Natsuya’s curls are a wild tumble from sleep, which was probably interrupted by Gou, who does not understand the glory of sleeping in. She’s at the island with Nao and telling Natsuya everything he missed while he was in rehab, sharing memories between chomps of blueberry pancakes.

Haru steps closer and Nao arches a brow over a grin. “He remembered how much she liked them,” he mumbles, nodding to Gou’s pancakes. Haru smiles tiredly at that, blinking when Natsuya passes him an omelet the size of God. Hunger curls through him and he devours his food, letting Gou hang off his shoulders and nodding to everything she says about her morning with Nao and Natsuya as her sitters.

After breakfast, Gou leaves them alone in the kitchen to play with Percy in the living room. Gratefully, Haru bows his head at Nao and Natsuya. “Thank you for watching her, I’m sorry it was such short notice. Miho called last night about those deals and I didn’t know what to do.” He didn’t want to interrupt Rin and Sousuke’s date and call them to watch Gou – let them have what peace they can cling to, if only for a few more hours.  

Nao waves the apology away and Natsuya offers a lazy grin, assuring, “She was a welcome distraction from everything going on.” He absently wipes the island down, his eyes lost to memories. “She’s nothing like Ikuya was as a kid. He slept ‘til noon, begged Mom to order a pizza, ate that, then went right back to sleep.”

Nao reaches over and touches his hand, making Natsuya deflate with a sigh. He brings Nao’s fingers to his lips and kisses them in appreciation before saying, “At Rough Rabbit, I found old blueprints to some more abandoned railways. Some older members remember there being a railroad in the outskirts, so I’m going to keep digging and try to find a map – see if we can’t make our own path through the woods and find these Bloodhounds and get my brother back.”

Haru lifts his chin with determination. “I’ll be right behind you. We all will.” Nao nods in assurance.

Natsuya and Nao leave after that, but not before Gou embraces them. Natsuya props her on his hip to kiss her cheek and says, “It was wonderful to see you again, Princess.”

She grips his leather jacket earnestly. “You won’t be gone forever again, will you?”

His face strains to repress emotion. “No.” A smile flutters about his mouth. “I’m here to stay.”

She beams and hugs them both once more.

Haru showers off the grime of the night, steam billowing off his skin, so good that he nearly falls asleep standing up. Afterwards, he puts on some sweats and immediately dives for Makoto’s flannel, which Haru wore home after their first night together. He inhales against the collar and calm washes over him, but his heart aches with loneliness.

Haru shrugs on the shirt and thumbs through his phone, hesitating for a moment. He almost pours out his heart in the message, wanting to write I miss you, come see me, but he settles for good morning.

The reply is instant. (っ◕‿◕)っ♥♥♥ Good morning!!!

“Oh God,” Haru whispers, clutching his heart out of fear that it might truly burst because that’s the cutest shit he’s ever seen. He flops back on his bed and takes a deep breath and maybe a few dozen screenshots of the message to save for darker times.

His phone buzzes another time. I missed waking up beside you

Haru muffles his groan against a pillow, gripping his stomach so the butterflies will not tear free. He rolls over and stares up at the ceiling, stilling when an idea sparks to life.

Pursing his lips around a smirk, he opens the camera app and switches it to the front-facing camera. His face looks like death warmed over from lack of sleep, so he angles it lower and straightens his arm to lean further away from the phone. The wider shot gets the column of his throat and the sharp rise of his collar bones, Makoto’s flannel parted just enough to reveal the muscled valley between his pecs, which is still glistening from his shower. He doesn’t know what possess him to snap a picture and send it, but he goes along with it and adds the message, that make you feel better?

He chews his grinning lip when Makoto responds. Oh my god

In a good way or bad way?

YOU made me trip over Echo and I landed on the bedroom floor but it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me I’m still texting from the floor I don’t even care. you’re everything. you are everything to me

Haru’s laugh rings through the room and he hugs a pillow to his chest.

man okay since i’m still being a big gay baby about it here’s a list of nice moments i keep replaying from the ft wayne ritual

- two of my friends were in hella accurate ghoul cosplays and we were right in front of fire of my loins and fire was losing his goddamn mind over them it was SO cute, at one point one of my friends (who plays guitar) put his hand up and mimed the solo fire was playing and fire was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and brought it up later when we met them at the bus

- since the ghoul cosplays were hella accurate and we had a papa with us, there were many small children (and drunk adults) that assumed they were the band and came up for pictures and lost their shit

- this girl (who was v clearly inebriated upon arrival) walked up and i figured she was about to ask for a picture with the group (which a lot of people did, like tf dudes i’m not their handler) but instead she turns to me and is like “YOU JUST…… LOOK AMAZING. YOUR WHOLE LOOK. I LOVE IT.” and hugs me before walking away

- i finally got to meet @grucified and she fuckin made fun of my tattoo in person after cyberbullying me, the N E R V E 

- i did not stutter in front of papa during the meet n greet and it was nice AND ALSO as soon as i was like “hey so ghost was pretty fundamental in my recovery from an attempt last year and i just wanted to thank you for doing what you do” papa just looked at me and pulled me in a lil closer and went “i’m glad you’re here, i’m really glad” and i was like DAMN IT MY DUDE YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CRY BEFORE WE TAKE THIS GODDAMN PHOTO

- when everyone started cheering during the choral section of ghuleh i was still singing and fire pointed at me like !!!!YES!!!!!!!!!! and then immediately threw me a pick (and then later aether did the same thing and water was blowing kisses and it was lit) 

- i had many staredowns with papa, noticeably while he spent a solid ten seconds making ass grabbing motions directly in front of me and it was fucking hilarious

- also like……. first of all this whole trip was a miracle, like i got offered a vip ticket and a ride there & back out of nowhere and i would do it again in a heartbeat because holy FUCK i had forgotten how peaceful i feel around other ghost fans, i was sleep-deprived and awful and running on autopilot and probably not the best road trip companion but i still had such a genuinely good time

- once we got up to the band after the show, aether was like “you’re having us sign a nun habit??? brilliant” and i told him how much i love sisters of mercy and he and fire were like OH BLESS and were just overall more adorable than any grown man has a right to be

- my friend in the papa cosplay was having the band sign his casual papa vest and water just immediately hones in and goes I’M GONNA DRAW A DIIICK 

- i get over to tobias and he immediately does a double take and is like JESUS AREN’T YOU COLD ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE OKAY (why yes my dude seeing as i am mostly topless i am in fact cold) but like. the boy looks tired. somebody make him go take a nap for like a week. the fuck.

like damn okay i’ve been at the rail and met tobias before and everything but this was just. idk man. this was something special.


OH MY GOD ok so dearsheroozle was sick and requested a Sweaty Engineering!Asami and Flustered!Korra drawing and I as usual made this way harder and more complicated than it needed to be and didn’t plan it out very well at all and had to just sort of make it work and anyway here it is 


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