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marshalia147  asked:

Hey Butters, how are your folks treating you?

Butters : My family is doing really well! We’re getting ready for the holidays soon! We’re gonna go skiing! I never went skiing before!! It sounds really fun! 

Butters : If you’re wondering about my old family, well they kinda left me. 

Butters : But that doesn’t matter now since I have a way better family that treats me nicely than my old fellas! 

Butters : Every year we go on a trip near the holidays and sometimes we bake cookies and stuff for our neighbors! 

Butters : My mom and dad come with me door-to-door and we give the cookies away! When we have some left over we watch Christmas movies and eat them! 

Butters : I love my mom and dad! I hope they’re reading this!! 

anonymous asked:

I do think Chris craves the attention just a lil bit...i mean just like the dodger videos w/Jenny he had to have know ppl were gonna flip their shit once they heard her voice & it was gonna generate buzz. Lately instead of getting press for his work he’s getting it for his relationship

It’s sad their relationship drama is taking over his professional news. Specially in light of the trailer dropping and it becoming the most watched trailer in 24 hours. Instead of hearing about bearded Cap or the excitement of the movie, we’re reduced to reading about their apartment hunting.

The Dodger videos are something I always come back to with this relationship. If his side is the one pushing that this relationship isn’t serious between asking for pictures from D.C. to be deleted, the People article about him dating around and the Boston Harold apartment searching alone then why would he drop 3 videos of Dodger with her voice in the background? Video 1 sounded like MAYBE it could have been someone else, but 2 and 3 were clearly Jenny to me. Why try and push the narrative his team is and then drop those videos?

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Tag nine people with excellent taste

Thanks for tagging me @rocket-yeah I do feel like someone else also tagged me in this a while ago. Sorry I forgot…

Colour you’re wearing: Orange

Last Band T-shirt you bought: Sounds insane but I probably haven’t bought a band t-shirt since the 90. Probably the Cure or some Norwegian shit. They’re all gone now…

Last Band you saw live: Steely Dan

Last song you listened to: To cut a long story short by Spandau Ballet.

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick although I do wear a whole lot of makeup. Just not on my lips.

Last movie you watched: Miss Pettigrew lives for a day. Nothing I’d watch again.

Last 3 TV shows you watched: Halt and Catch Fire, Outlander and Poldark

3 Characters you identify with: Ah, I identify with almost all characters I get introduced to, but from the top of my mind: Amelie, Peggy from Mad Men and Cameron Howe from Halt and Catch Fire.

Book You’re currently reading: Business Economy. Since I just grew up, and that’s what unexperienced business managers need to read. Kill me now…

I’m tagging @bettyrizzzo @jaevlasolsikke1 @chromalogue @harryandylvis and @crimsondarson @goldentshirt @minigirl698 for this. Only if you feel up for it.

Positive Weekly Aesthetics

Monday: New week, new motivation, a pile of finished homework and a nicely organised pencil case. A clean, fresh bullet journal spread and empty to-do lists. Your outfit is ready for you when you wake up, prepared the night before. 

Tuesday: Getting into the rhythm, your favourite tunes and morning runs. Your journal starts to fill up, cute drawings decorating the pages. The world seems slow, the week long as it has just started; yet it is chaotic at the same time.

Wednesday: Hump day. Early morning coffee and messy lecture notes, sticky notes with reminders and to-do lists, scribbling on white boards and collapsing in bed with blankets and a good book after a long day, the distant sound of rain hitting your windows.

Thursday: Grabbing brunch with friends and laughing at old memories, green smoothies and almond croissants. Friendly curious talks with your teachers and professors. Working on an assignment due weeks away and watching a movie by the fireplace.

Friday: Looking forward to the weekend, early morning study and typed notes. Going through colourful flashcards at a local cafe, friendly smiles and latte art. Going out at night and loud music blasting through your ears, walking home with friends under the cool air and peaceful stars.

Saturday: Green tea and cold water, warm showers and sleeping in. Readings and PowerPoints, looking out into the busy streets from your beautiful desk. Getting dressed up, sharp eyeliner wings and meeting with friends, engaging conversations during dinner and later crawling into the warmth and comfort of your bed.

Sunday: Lazy mornings and making pancakes in your pyjamas, finishing homework and getting a head start on next week’s readings. Dancing freely as you clean and organise and being comfortable in your own skin. Watching your favourite TV show at night and going to bed early and ready for next week.

i like the idea of one day when Jonathan and Joyce aren’t able to watch Will, and the Wheelers are busy with something that they can’t watch him either, Joyce calls up Steve asking him to watch over Will and Steve is just like “HELL YEAH.”

Steve shows up with Max, ( Joyce of course doesn’t mind ) and they spend the rest of the night eating junk food, building a fort, drawing, making jokes, playing with the byer’s dog,and watching movies in the fort they built.

They even made some cookies and globed mounds of frosting and left over m&m’s from halloween on the cookies.

Jonathan and Joyce come home that night finding Steve sound asleep on the couch ( his face is covered in stickers because he fell asleep first ) while Will and Max are asleep in the fort, a half played game of connect four, a few candy wrappers and a couple of cans of soda sitting between the two

Jonathan wakes up Steve, Jonathan is laughing because how ridiculous Steve looks but he won’t tell Steve what is wrong. 

Joyce tries to pay Steve ( even though it isn’t much ) for babysitting and he won’t accept it because he loves spending time with Will, and he doesn’t want it feel like a job.

Steve attempts at scooping up Max so she could stay asleep but he ends up waking her up and she tries to physically fight him.

They get in the car and when Steve checks himself in the mirror he sees all the stickers. He complains while peeling the sticky shaped characters from his face. Max sits there and laughs

when he drops off Max, he could tell she doesn’t want to go because even though she loves her mom, she still has to deal with a horror of a brother.

“you know you call me if anything.” he reminds Max before she climbs out of the car.

He sits and waits to make sure she gets inside.

when he sees through the front window that the light of the living room turned off followed by the distant light of Max’s room click on he then drives off knowing she is in the safety of her room.

Steve returns to an empty home, but he isn’t sad about it because he spent the night with a couple of great kids

Scent Me || jjk

 one | two |

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt: ‘ “You’re mine,” he slapped your ass with such force that you couldn’t stop yourself from grunting, your hips trying to escape the pain just meant you pressed your body more against the freezing metal of the car. ’

Genre: smut, wolf au

Length: 3k

A/N: a jealous wolfkook was something we all wanted 

im taking a break from these wolf aus this took 3 days to write and i need some softness

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“You didn’t have to scent her so much Kookie, we know she’s your mate,” Jimin laughed, leaning towards you as he sniffed your hair for comedic effect. Everyone around the table laughed, including you and Jeongguk, but your mate’s hand on your thigh squeezed and you knew he was feeling possessive from his friend simply leaning into you.

You placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it to get his attention before looking up and meeting his heated stare, trying to convey that his hand climbing underneath your skirt was not acceptable in front of his pack. But it was hard to say no when he was pressing down in a way that had you rubbing your legs together, trying to create friction as you forced your mind to focus on anything that wasn’t Jeongguk.

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bts | firsts

author’s note: okay so i got a couple of requests for bts reacting to you having a thigh riding kink and i was down, but no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t come up with seven distinct scenarios for that, so i’m combining that with another request i had for either you or bts teaching the boys how to give head and ofc i had to expand on that too, so enjoy disssss haha i’m really gonna need some feedback on this it’s my first time publishing something like this in a whileee
warnings: nsfw; smut
disclaimer: gif is credited below as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
cr.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” Jin mumbles out loud as you continue to rock back and forth on him.

When you’d first proposed the idea, Jin was admittedly very confused. Although seemingly self-explanatory, he wasn’t quite too sure what thigh riding entailed. More specifically, why you’d want to get off on his lap and how, exactly.

But now that Jin can feel the wet heat of your core rubbing against his jeans, he swears its one of the most erotic things he’s ever witnessed. The thought of you getting off on him, but without his doing anything, arouses him.

“Ah, fuck, it feels good, Jin,” you moan, gripping his shoulders for support.

“Yeah? I want you to get yourself off, baby, nice and good for me, okay?” he encourages, resting his left hand on the small of your back.

You let him kiss you sloppily, not bothering to slow your movements as he lets his tongue slip into your mouth and explore as he pleases. He squeezes your waist when you moan into him, pressing you down further, increasing the friction between your heat and the denim of his jeans.

“Such, a good girl,” Jin whispers, words dance over your kiss-swollen lips. “You gonna come soon, baby? All over my lap?”

He continues the kissing, this time at your ear, your jaw, down your neck. He adores the way you rock into his kisses, like your body’s coming back for more. And he knows he’ll love the aftermath of it all; know he’ll love the way his mouth stains your skin in the morning.

“Fuck—yes, yes.”

Jin presses a single kiss to your collar and mumbles into you, “Good girl.”

He can tell you’re on the verge of an orgasm by the way your body quivers, and your hands claw at his shoulders. He hears you moan, sees you screw your eyes shut, but he won’t have any of that—his hand quickly grabs at your jaw, forcing you to face him. And with a single phrase he gives you both permission and the command that pushes you over the edge.

“Look at me when you come.”

MIN YOONGI
cr.

“Nuh uh,” Yoongi shakes his head through shallow breaths, his words prompting you to stop your movements.

The way you look at him is sinful—neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling through your lashes. It makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between. He has to take a couple of breaths before speaking, afraid he could come right there.

“Did I do something wrong?” your breath ghosts over the tip of his cock as you speak, and the genuine innocence behind your words only serves as a reminder to Yoongi about the extremely compromising situation he’s in at the moment.

Because really, who agrees to teach their best friend how to suck dick? A really fucking good friend, was your argument. And Min Yoongi was nothing, if not a good friend.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, hand reaching to you head to slowly tangle itself in your hair, gently guiding your face closer to his dick.

But the more comfortable you got with your hands, the more restless Yoongi became; until a fiery possessiveness bubbled in the pit of his stomach. So, no, Yoongi wasn’t here to teach you how to give head. He was here to teach you how he liked getting head; he was going to fine tune you just enough to wreck you properly when this was all over.

“But you’re being a little too neat for me,” he grins when he sees the shy smile, possibly even a light blush paint over your features. It lights that same fire in his stomach, and Yoongi doesn’t think twice before tugging on your hair, making you look at him directly.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” he bites his lip when you nod your head, “Open your mouth. I wanna see how much you can take.”

JUNG HOSEOK
cr.

Having you suddenly straddle his lap and kiss up and down his neck was not something Hoseok envisioned in his Friday afternoon movie-watching plans, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“Hobiiiii,” you whine against his neck, continuing to pepper kisses as he leans to the side to give you more access, “I missed you.”

Hobi chuckles and snakes an arm around your waist, “I can tell, sweetheart.” He finds your pouting cute and goes in to give you a quick peck.

But you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all week; a peck will not suffice. Instead, you use your hands to cup his face, and deepen your kiss, letting your lips mold together. Hobi loves the sounds you make, the little moans that slip between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your waist. He savors the meshed closed-mouth kisses you share, because the moment you let your tongue snake past your lips, he pulls away with a cutest blush on his face.

“I, uh, I’ve never done that,” he admits shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“Never done what?” you question, genuinely perplexed, because the two of you have kissed plenty of times before—and he’s pretty damn good at it, if you do say so yourself.

“Just, made out with someone before, you know?” he shrugs, “Like with tongues and all that.”

“Oh,” you let out, taking note of the tone of his voice, “That’s a shame. Making out on a couch in-front of a movie is, like, the best part of dating someone.”

“Is it now?” Hobi raises an eyebrow, closing the gap between your faces. He loves the way you bite you lip and nod your head in reply and he can’t remember a time in his life when he’s ever wanted to kiss anybody this badly, “Looks like I’m in the right place at the right time, then. I guess you’re gonna have to teach me.”

KIM NAMJOON
cr.

“Baby, are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, because this is about the twentieth time he’s asked this tonight, “Namjoon, of course I’m sure.”

He looks into your eyes deeply, searching for even the slightest twinge of doubt. It’s not that Namjoon hasn’t been thinking about this, dreaming of this—because he one hundred percent has, several times actually, even while you’ve been doing it—but he wants to make you sure that you’re sure about this. About the potential consequences of this.

“Namjoon, for the fucking love of god, if you don’t do this right now I’m going to strangle you.”

A smile washes over his features and he kisses you, deeply, slowly as he enters you the same way, taking time to feel you around him everywhere. “Fuck,” he pulls away, forehead resting on yours as he tries to gain control of his feelings.

It’s better than any fantasy he’s ever cooked up. The feeling of you around him, raw, no rubber condom barrier, is heavenly. You’re so warm and wet and Namjoon swears you fit like a glove around him, like you’re made for him.

“You okay, Joon?” you asked, gently wiping his sweat-stuck hair from his forehead.

He chuckles through half-lidded eyes and kisses you softly, “Yeah. You just feel so fucking good, baby. I could have blown my load right there.”

You laugh and kiss him back, “Well don’t okay, you feel so good too, I want this to last.”

Namjoon smiles lazily, begins to thrust shallowly, slowly, sure to take in every moment of this. And fuck, he doesn’t think he can ever go back from this. You’ve ruined him for you and only you.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

PARK JIMIN
cr.

“Chim?” you question as your blonde boyfriend pulls away from your lips, and tightly wraps his hand around your wrist, preventing you from further unbuckling his belt. “I, um, sorry, am I going too quickly—”

“No, no, baby, you’re fine, it’s just, I’ve never—nobody’s ever,” he sighs in frustration, using his free hand to push his hair back, “I’ve never gotten head from anyone before.”

A big, red, question mark pops up in your brain and you look at Jimin’s face for a couple of seconds to properly process the information. Of course, it’s completely okay if he’s been waiting or hasn’t want to do this in the past. It’s just not exactly what you expecting from someone who… well, someone who looks like him.

“Do you want me to?” you ask lowly, looking up for an answer.

Jimin blushes, and runs his hand through his hair again, partially out of habit, partially out of nervousness, “I mean, yeah. Only if you want to, though, you totally don’t have—”

You shut him up with a kiss and pull away with a giggle, “You’re too cute, Jiminie. Of course I want to,” you gently shake off his hand and continue to unbuckle his belt.

“Tell me what feels good, okay?” You say, taking his cock out of his underwear and stroking it slowly. Jimin’s breathing immediately slows down and his eyes are trained on you as you lick a stripe from the base to the top.

“That, that—ah, fuck,” he nearly yells when he feels the tip of his dick enter your mouth, “Fuck, that feels good already.”

With no instructions, one of his hands is already threading through your hair. Jimin’s eyes dare not look away as you continue to tease him. When you look up at him while stroking his cock, Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before. That is, until you speak again.

“Then you’re gonna, love this, Jiminie.”

KIM TAEHYUNG
cr.

“You’re joking, right?” you ask, arms crossed, hoping (praying) that Taehyung would burst out laughing and tell you his scheme was just that—a joke, and that he was not at all, in the slightest, serious about this.

“I should be asking you that,” he counters, “It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous that I’m a little hesitant on whether or not my best friend was serious about asking me to sit on his face?”

“No, it’s ridiculous that no one’s ever gone down on you before.”

“I’m flattered, Tae, really, but you don’t have to do this. In fact, I won’t let you do this, so why don’t we—”

Tae reaches an arm out to pull you in by the waist, leaving virtually no space between his chest and yours. You roll your eyes at Taehyung’s overdramatic, overplayed gestures and attempt to push him away (keyword: attempt). “Tae, really, can we just—”

“Look,” he cuts you off. When he’s certain he has your undivided attention, he lets the other hand rest on your waist, tilts his head down a bit to look you square in the eye. “I’ll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you really wanna know what it feels like, I’ll do it to you—for you. Besides, it’s a win-win for the both of us.”

“How so?”

Taehyung licks his lips and lets a hand venture up your spine to cup the back of your head gently. “We both get our fantasies fulfilled,” his grins. “So, you in?”

The image of Taehyung, your Taehyung, fantasizing about you is one too tempting not to explore and entrances you into nodding your head.

“Good,” Tae hums, a gleam in his eyes, “Now, like I said before: get your ass on my face.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
cr.

“Please, noona,” Jungkook begs, doe-eyed and far too innocent for the favor he’s begging of you.

“Jungkook, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to—”

“Yes I do!” he interjects, but shies away immediately afterwards. The faint blush on his cheeks paints the apology he dares not say aloud. “I trust you.”

You look at him and sigh, mulling over the pros and cons of his proposal. God, he’s cute, you think, taking a good look at him. You watch his eyes dart back and forth between you and floor and smile softly. Yeah, he’s really fucking cute.

“Okay—”

Jungkook doesn’t give you time to say anything else before he’s hugging you tightly and chanting thank yous into your ear.

“You’re the best, noona,” Jungkook gleams, finally pulling away and looking down at you in close proximity.

“Alright, Jungkooke,” you say, lifting you right hand to reach the nape of his neck and raking your hands through his hair. His eyes twinkle slightly at your actions, and you smirk, “Rule number one of eating pussy is that you do everything I say, got it?”

Jungkook nods obediently and licks his lips in nervous anticipation. “Got it.”

“Yeah?” you smile, tugging on his hair harder, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right Kook?”

Just as you presumed, the praise goes straight to his head; his eyes are something darker and you’d be a damned liar to say the way Jungkook nods and quietly says “yes, noona,” doesn’t affect you.

Something about having this usually arrogant, out-spoken, nearly six-foot tall boy at your command is powerful, sensual. Jungkook is usually one to figure things out himself, master them quietly then show everyone what he’s made of. But he came to you, asking for your help. Tonight he’s under your control. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

6

AKA Phoenix proposes to Edgeworth while Edgeworth’s in custody.

(This dialogue sounds very similar to a marriage proposal. “I’m not very good at ______, but please let me marry you!”)

And then Edgeworth with his tsundere acceptance omg Edgeworth. And then Phoenix’s little relieved nod.

Sunshine - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by mikestranger

word count: 11,179 
warnings: swearing, torture (sorta?), feels, pretty ffckin angsty 

[prompt 21: love is recognizing the value of the other person, and telling them  ]


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bucky’s little secret

REQUEST: Ever since bucky met (y/n) after every mission bucky visits (y/n) to patch him up or to just spend time. The other avengers realize a change in bucky’s behavior (for the better of course). And he tells them his secret.

word count: 2,089

warnings: none

Steve had been the first one to notice.

After every mission, Steve noticed that Bucky would be absent for hours. He didn’t know where he went off to or with who. He just knew that when he returned, his friend would be in a better mood than when he left.

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