what a lovely shirt

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A restful few days in the Bunker since the argument with Mary, then (!) (12x14 sneak peek)

vanessa and sonny are very close and have a lot of fun together,, okay that is all

consider shiro, hunk, and lance bonding over their alien partners. (lance is like “haha remember when i said at the beginning of all this that i’d bang an alien and keith rolled his eyes at me. who’s laughing NOW bitch LMAOO” and hunk is like “LMAOOOOO” and shiro is just sitting there with his eyes closed praying allura isn’t around the corner or that she doesn’t have super hearing or something)

also consider lance actually kinda being a tailor and having some sewing abilities and making them all shirts that just say 👽😛alien fuckr😛👽 or smth memey like that and making them wear it around the castle, much to keith and pidge’s amusement and allura and coran’s confusion

Mouth o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.

Request? Yes:

some harry face sitting action maybe?

Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine


You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album?  Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.

Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.

A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.

Keep reading

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Morning After featuring Amelia in Wednesday’s Shirt