um…just to let you guys know…there may come a point in time where I just…drop off tumblr abruptly for a little while. For family reasons.
That’s not to say I’m gonna disappear off the face of the earth completely – no, never that – but…well…there are just…some things that are gonna happen soon and I’m prepared for them because I knew something was going to happen and at the same time I’m not because I didn’t think it was going to happen so soon.
I’ll just…have to see what happens. Because it’s going to hinge on when the thing happens and whether or not I’ll be able to make the drive there.
How many nights has Oswald been sleeping on that couch waiting for Edward to return home. How long do you think it took for him to start drinking himself into a stupor as it was the only way he could silence the thoughts in his head, to silence his anxiety and never ending worry.
How many times do you think Oswald has woken with a start, asking if Ed has returned home, only to find himself alone. Oswald continued sleeping on that lounge despite being haunted by his deceased father. He stayed there. He waited. He waits.
(A/N: it’s a first story bedroom, in case you were confused as to whether you had a really long neck or something.)
You were just running your fingers through your hair, about to get into bed when you heard three loud taps on your window. You whirled around, relieved to see it was your boyfriend, Fred. You rushed over and slid open the window.
“Merlin, Fred!” you leaned out to give him a quick kiss. “You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here anyway? It’s almost midnight.”
“Then it’s almost Valentine’s Day.” He said, shining his illuminated wand up at you.
“D'you think it could wait until the sun comes up?” You said gently “My dad will kill you if he knows you’re here.”
“He won’t know, because we’re not staying here.”
You eyed him suspiciously. He smiled back innocently.
Eventually, you got bored of waiting for an explanation and gave in.
“Alright,” you sighed. “Just let me get a jacket.”
You padded over to your desk, took a hoodie off the back of a chair, and put it on before climbing out the window. You landed heavily on your feet. Fred gave you a proper kiss, and took your hand. He tugged you along, holding his wand out in front of him.
“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” You asked once you couldn’t see your house anymore.
“I’m not sure.” He laughed. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes.
“We’ll find somewhere. But you, Fred Weasley, are a bad influence.”
“That I am.”
WARNING: smut. specifically, eating out.
George had finally gotten a day off work. He’d been in the shop everyday, 7am to 5pm, and bringing back paperwork to the apartment. He’s sworn that today would be exclusively lazy, and so you kicked off your Valentine’s Day with a sleep in. In fact, you would’ve slept all day if George hadn’t woken you by kissing a line down your body, starting from your forehead and finishing under your breasts. He sat over you with a leg in either side. You ghosted your fingertips over his bare back, making him smile softly.
“Morning, handsome.” You murmured.
“Afternoon, love.” He corrected.
You looked around the room for an indicator of the time. The wall across from you was covered in squares of light, streaming in from the window opposite, so you assumed it must be at least 1 o'clock.
However, your attention was brought back to George when he continued trailing kisses down your body. He reached your hips, placing a kiss on each hipbone, and moving back up to your lips. He hovered above you for a moment, so you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him into a kiss. It was shorter than you had hoped for, as George pulled away and smirked at your quiet but indignant “Hey!”
He ducked his head down and kissed you again for slightly longer, this time tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before he pulled away.
“I haven’t been giving you nearly enough attention, have I?” He said thoughtfully.
“It’s okay, I know-” Your breath hitched when he nipped at your neck “I know you’re busy with the shop.”
He was nipping and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones now.
“Still, that’s not very fair on you.” He said between kisses, slowly working his way down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched again when he traced his tongue over a nipple, then making his way down your stomach, keeping up the slow pace.
“Let me make it up to you, Y/N.”
You were going to protest, but he slid his hands between your thighs and pushed them open. George pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, and you whispered a breathy ‘okay’.
He settled between your legs, leaving kisses closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Warmth radiated around your body.
“George” You hummed.
He hooked his hands under your knees and placed them over his shoulders. He worked his way closer to your core, pressing kisses on both thighs again.
“George,” you muttered “stop teasing.”
You could practically feel his grin against your thigh. George placed a single kiss against your core.
He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you arch your back and reach down to pull his head closer to you. Your mouth made an 'o’ as his tongue lapped against you and his lips curved around your clit. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, you were breathing heavily and moaning his name now. It had been too long since you last felt like this. Bursts of pleasure shivered through your body as his tongue flicked over your clit. He kissed your core passionately and your head fell back against the pillow, lightly grinding against his face as he applied more pressure. The swirling in your stomach grew more and more intense, and you moaned his name again.
He held you tighter, spurred on by your moans and sighs. You got closer and closer to your orgasm with every roll of your hips against him. Your thighs tightened around him, only bringing him closer to you, and making him go harder against you.
“Come on, babe.” He murmured. The vibrations sent you into overload, and you came moaning his name.
This Valentine’s Day I’d like to share a few things with you. I’m 19 years old and:
I have never had sex in my life
I have never dated anyone in real life (so not on the Internet)
I have never kissed anyone
I have never been on a date
I have never even held hands with someone romantically
I literally have never even been close to dating anyone in real life
Not because I don’t want to or because I’m picky. Because no one has ever asked me out or showed affection for me or even flirted with me. I don’t think anyone irl has ever fancied me, or if they did they never let me know in any way.
And you know what? I don’t care. I moved on from feeling abnormal and broken and not whole. I refuse to connect my value as a person to those things. I will not allow myself to think of myself as less because I have never done any of those things. Yes maybe my self-esteem still relies on my uni grades or good reviews of my works but I finally stopped thinking that there is something wrong with me for not experiencing those things.
I feel happy and whole anyway. I survived every crush who didn’t return my feelings and every instance of being attracted to someone and knowing they do not like me back. I survived and moved on.
And today I’d like you to turn to things you really value in your life. Your jobs and talents and hobbies and passions. Your family and friends and pets and even house plants. Your favorite books and bands and TV-shows and video games. Your favorite ice-cream and favorite pair of jeans and favorite plush toys.
There are so many people and things you love. There are, I hope, things that make you happy. Focus on them. And screw the society that tells you that you need relationships to know that you are loved. You are already loved. Don’t let society ever persuade you otherwise.
One of the things that I love about Mary Watson is how well she got along with Sherlock. She had a certain effect on him that caught his attention almost the moment he met her. She almost immediately became precious to him. I think a huge part of him loved her just as much as John did or even more I daresay. She was kind of his mirror. Mary Watson was the twin Sherlock Holmes never had. Sherlock Holmes was the best friend Mary Watson never had. In Sherlock’s mind, she’ll always be “Mrs Watson”.
Here we are
one more week with episode 5! For the record: I’m not ready. I have zero
knowledge of Japanese regionals (in fact, I only learned about their existence
when I watched episode 4), so let’s see what I can learn!
[If you’re curious about the previous mega-posts, feel free to read them here:
Okay, so when Bitty wears his puffy vest, it has always reminded me of… well, you’ve guessed it, Marty McFly from Back to the Future.
This Back to the Future AU needs to happen.
So, this is how it’s going to go down.
Bitty needs a final science credit to qualify for graduation, but the only class he can get into last minute (and doesn’t require a prerequisite course he doesn’t have) is Theory of Physics for Non-Majors that’s taught by an eccentric professor who may or may not sound like Rasputin from that one animated Anastasia movie that Bitty secretly loves. (He has a crush on Dimitri, okay? But who doesn’t???)
So, Bitty and this Physics prof get on surprisingly well and the Professor says that he’s been looking for a lab assistant this semester. Bitty, after checking that it doesn’t interfere with his hockey schedule, takes the job because he could use the money. (Going to see Jack in Providence so often is starting to add up quickly.)
Bitty’s job is mostly filing papers, picking things up around the lap, and helping the Professor with various experiments and projects he’s building. Most of the time, Bitty has no idea what’s going on when the Professor starts talking Physics. Bitty nods along and holds stuff like ends of wires and stuff like that. It it seems to make the Professor happy.
One evening, Bitty gets called into the university labs. When he gets there, the Professor announces that he’s invented a time machine! (Said time machine is also powered by some illegal plutonium, but uhhhh, if Samwell admin asks, that’s not true.)
Okay so this is a big thing I wrote using film theory to analyze the first episode of Isak’s season of SKAM. It goes in sequential order. I try to fill you in on where I am in the show, but I do skip some parts that don’t stand out as much. It contains spoilers galore, so don’t read if you aren’t caught up! I would also like to warn you that this is basically an essay. It’s long and probably repetitive. I also borrowed some thoughts of others on here and extrapolated from there! Thank you to those who started some of these discussions and theories! And I say it below but I’ll say it up here too, I am NOT from Norway and I’ve never been there. I have very little knowledge of the culture, so if I’m really wrong on anything, please come to me kindly and I’ll fix it! Thanks!
Some Azuras from Fire Emblem Fates ! I’ve reach chapter 20 of Conquest (fuck chapter 19 by the way) and so far, the story is garbage but the gameplay is really cool ! There are lots of different objectives and interesting gimmicks, and I’m getting my teeth kicked in by the AI and loving every minute of it o/