what about the hair down there

You can’t tell me that Cassian hasn’t caught Nesta watching him train and proceeded to pour a bucket of water all over himself. Rendering Nesta to become just as wet when he looses the band from his hair and flings it at her.

She catches and twirls it around her finger before pocketing it.
His jaw is nowhere to be found as she lifts an eyebrow before sauntering off.

“What else does that finger do? What else do those fast hands do?” His mind reels with possibilities.


Nesta uses the same band to tie her hair back when she knows he’s watching her study. Craning and running her hands down her neck before she grabs a goblet of water and pours it down her front. “That’s much better…” she moans loud enough for him to hear. Just as Cassian is about to burst, she removes the band with lightning speed and chucks it toward his not-so-secret hiding place, hitting him in the eye.

“Oh, it is ON!” Cassian thinks to himself as he makes his way to an empty bedroom. Where he spends the next hour, thinking of other ways he and Nesta can tease each other. The house shakes and paintings drop from the walls as a deafening roar is released.

In Denial - Part 3

[It has come to Molly’s attention that she may have a crush on Sherlock. She isn’t taking it well.]

[Mary, who has never spoken to Molly before today, has somehow ended up playing therapist]

Molly(hurtling towards hysteria) : I can’t like sombody! Not again! Gah, I’m infected, PULL IT OUT!

Mary(trying her best to be soothing) : It’s okay Molly, you’re gonna be fine. You’re just having a crush.

Molly : NEVER!

Mary(sitting down and patting the spot next to her) : Sit. I’m going to get you through this. Now tell me what you like about Sherlock.

Molly(slumping down beside her) : Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.

Mary(patiently) : Do you like his hair?

Molly(shrugging) : What, you mean those stupid soft raven locks you want to hide under like an umbrella on a rainy day? No, not really.

Molly(choosing not to comment) : Oookay, what about his face?

Molly(groaning and burying her head in her arms) : Ugh! Gross! It’s so stupidly good looking I want to slap it. I want to slap him. I JUST WANT TO SLAP HIS HIDEOUS BEAUTIFUL FACE.

Mary : …You… you mean kiss, right?

Molly(staring off into the distance) : No, I mean slap.

Mary(a little impressed) : Whoa. You got it bad.

That was actually a mistake that scene! My hair was really long and I had to look like I had a shaved head. And they put on the du-rag just to keep my hair down, and they were gonna take it off when I was about to shoot, and my hair would be slicked back and I’d look really dangerous and juvenile. But when we were shooting, Michael the director was like, ‘OK we’re gonna shoot the rehearsal’, and I had the du-rag on, and I didn’t take it off, I was just in the middle of the scene. Then months had gone by, and the production editor showed Mandy (the wardrobe person), and she was like 'what the hell is this, why is the du-rag on his head?!’ and everyone was like 'what are you talking about? This has already been in production for months’ and she was like 'oh my god NO!’ It ended up staying in… It was nobody’s fault, just an accidental mess up!
—  Keegan on Toby’s du-rag in Season 4 [X]

nikkst3rz  asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💖 I have a birthday mini fic request :3 Klance, lance is walking in a residential area and the sun is going down. Lance finds a cat and plays with it, rubs it. While doing that he talks to the cat gushing his feelings for Keith to the cat and at the end you hear someone say, "Lance?" AND IT'S KEITH! LOOKIN FOR THAT VERY CAT BECAUSE IT'S HIS CAT💖 (also prior to this they had a disagreement so that's why he gushes to the cat b/c he think Keith hates him but he is wrong💖)

what a cute idea!!! i love cats and i love klance let’s do this

Lance kicks a rock into a pole and has to dodge it as it rebounds back at him. He glares at it but keeps walking, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Stupid Keith. Stupid smirky face and stupid hair and stupid – everything.

The sun is about to go down but Lance keeps walking through the unfamiliar neighborhood anyways. He’s still fuming over his fight with Keith, too bothered to go home and try to pretend he’s okay in front of his family. He can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that Keith always, always did this to him.

He’s liked him for so long that basically all of his emotions about Keith are too much to handle, but they haven’t fought like that in such a long time, and it’s left Lance feeling really miserable. He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t hear the meow until it’s too late. He looks down, and there’s a stunningly beautiful gray and white cat with huge blue eyes looking up at him.

“Oh,” he says, crouching a little to pet her. “You’re gorgeous, aren’t you?”

She purrs under his hand and he pets her some more. When he stops, her ears flick back and she nips at his hand until he scritches under her chin, resuming her purrs almost immediately. 

“Hah,” he says dryly. “You remind me of someone.” He pauses, sitting down on the curb of the street so the cat can crawl into his lap. Her tail falls over his arm and she stretches luxuriously before biting him again when he fails to pet her quickly enough. 

“Jeez,” he says, laughing. “You’re feisty. Definitely like him.” She looks up at him, blinking her bright blue eyes. “Okay, you might be more beautiful,” he admits. “He’s still more my type though. Which is annoying. It’s like, he’s not just a pretty face, you know? He has to be smart, and funny, and caring – he picked my sister up from school when I was stuck in traffic across town, you know? He just – does stuff like that, helps me when I need him. But god, he’s infuriating. He speaks before he thinks things through and he’s too sarcastic most of the time but he’s still – I still like him,” Lance says. “I hate fighting with him.” 

The cat meows at him, nudging his hand with her head. He strokes over her pink nose and laughs when she licks his finger. Her head suddenly jerks to the side, and Lance follows her gaze to see Keith standing a little ways down the sidewalk, chest heaving. 

“Luna!” Keith says, and then, more startled, “Lance?” 

“Oh,” Lance says, looking down at the cat. He’s heard Keith talk about Luna before, but he’s never seen her. She purrs at him and then jumps out of his lap, winding her way around Keith’s ankles and attempting to climb her way up his legs. “Hey,” Lance says awkwardly. His frustration has melted away, leaving him feeling sort of weary and guilty. 

“Hey,” Keith echoes, clearly feeling similarly. “Thank you for – I was looking for her for a while, thank you for finding her.” 

“You’re welcome,” Lance says, feeling quietly miserable. Keith’s silhouetted by the setting sun, which turns the edges of his hair shades of orange and red. He picks up Luna and holds her close to his chest, biting his lip. Lance doesn’t want to leave things weird, so he opens his mouth to apologize, but Keith speaks first.

“I’m sorry,” Keith blurts out. Lance blinks at him, but he’s staring at the pavement. “For earlier. I shouldn’t have – I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“Me too,” Lance admits. “I’m sorry.” Keith peeks up at him, the edge of his mouth curling. “I don’t really remember–”

“–what we were fighting about?” Keith asks. He laughs when Lance sheepishly nods. “Me either. Um, did you wanna – we could hang out at my house for a little while. My brother won’t be home for a little while.” 

“O-Oh,” Lance says, faux-casually. “That sounds cool.” 

“You can get to know Luna better,” Keith says, holding her out and waving one of her little paws at Lance. He grins, reaching out to stroke her head again, laughing when she purrs and then tries to nip him again. 

“That sounds really good,” Lance says. He walks alongside Keith towards the sunset, their shoulders bumping every now and then, relishing the warmth. 

Little Red Devils

This is an UPG

Anywho; yesterday, I went on a field trip, a wonderful little carouse to a demonic realm. I’ve been having some problems, so there were people there who could help me with it; like really, the place looks like the gothiest mansion in forever.

I loved it.

So, after we were done, and were about to leave, a hoard of little red things ran past us, and down a spiral stair case. This place was pretty similar to how the inside of Hogwarts works, so it was a pretty big spiraling staircase. But, all of them were following a Demoness of some sorts. She was tall, and had dark, wavy hair; with a a pretty big set of horns. However, I really only saw the back of her. But these things.



Now I asked myself; what are these things. And I was told by my companion that they were “Little Red Devils”. I am actually 90% sure he was being sarcastic; or he made that comment as to say that they were troublesome kids, but I’ll put it as their names anyways.

Little Red Devils. Wonderful.

Anyways, these kids looked like some kind of bipedal dragons with hair. It was odd; even more so was the fact that each of them were around 1 feet tall, and all wore the same thing, with the same haircut, and with no differentiating characteristics. Nothing.

The image above is a drawing I did; for those who can’t see it due to mobile being horrible, its technically a bipedal dragon thing with short black hair, and red skin. It is also as to what eVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOOKED LIKE. THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF THESE KIDS, JUST RUNNING DOWN THE STAIR CASE TO THEIR MOM.

And when I asked my companion about it he just said, “She lays a lot of eggs”.

I’ll be honest, I wanted to pick one of these little guys up; but I was told that they would bite me. So I didn’t.

I love them so much. I want to interview the mom; she looked so pretty. At least from what I saw.

anonymous asked:

I see a lot of people freaking out with JinMin but please don't ! today has a lot of Jikook moments too, during their part at 21 cent girls, JM brushed JK's hair, JM went down on his knees at the other part of the stage and JK reached his hand toward JM. Jikook is fine, don't forget Jimin is always carrying over all the members equally.

don’t worry. when we say “a lot of people freaking out” it’s usually one or two people present it the tag so we shouldn’t at ll generalize it to the entire shipper fandom. I know when one or two jikook blog posts about it all of a sudden it becomes a thing but naaaahhhh, just know what you’ve got to work with lol 

idk why jikook shippers are complaining lately tbh. i’ve said it before and i’ll say again: you can’t just expect them to grind on each other in public every moment of every day. It just doesn’t make sense, because they are humans at the end of the day, not just a freakshow for your entertainment (even though some–nevermind :P)

Again and again, the BTS friendship is first and foremost and the most genuine out of all, so we need to stop making comparisons and just live in our happy little bubbles :)

anonymous asked:

i did have a question: if youre like HIGHLY feminine, how do you handle that kind of extreme change or do it so it wouldnt seem so sudden to other ppl?

i would say the best way to go about it is very gradually changing how you present, IF that’s what you want to do!

the way i went about doing it, at least with my hair (since i hated makeup and never wore it except on maybe two occasions), since my mom was obsessed with me being feminine/making me present that way, was either pretending to like or actually using the actresses i liked as gateways into presenting differently as a foot in the door thing.

with hair as an example, my hair used to go all the way down to my hips, and i knew i wanted it short but didn’t know how much, so i went searching for actresses with much shorter hair but not ‘too short’. alice from twilight is my biggest example, because she’s still very feminine but it was a good way to start lengthwise for me:

so i got my hair chopped off to that, and then EVERY time my hair started getting kind of long, i’d have an actress with just a little bit shorter hair. my mom would come to all of my damn hair appointments so i would just hype up this one actress for a couple of weeks and talk about how much i loved her and she was in xyz and i’d get my hair cut more and more and nobody really caught on. i would talk about how awesome pixie cuts were, just spin the truth a little bit etc etc.

i don’t like suggesting to someone to change their wardrobe or anything like that because you might like your wardrobe, but in the event that you don’t, slowly buying more neutral colors and no low-cut shirts was what i did, i just stopped wearing all the ones that showed off my boobs/wore baggier clothes/jackets/etc, and i think the same thing could be said about makeup… working towards androgyny is infinitely easier than trying to go from super feminine to super masculine, and that’s what i did before i was out of the house and able to do what i wanted with my hair and wardrobe 

david tennant meme

Oooooh this looks like fun, thank you @tennantaddict​ for tagging me! 

Simple rules: complete and tag your tumblr homies or fellow David Tennant fans, just for a bit of fun!

Your first DT memory - when you first laid eyes on the tall skinny scottish bloke: Definitely in HP Goblet of Fire. He definitely was suited to that role haha

Favorite DT Character: See with my Pipers I can’t pick a fave but I can at least narrow it down with the Tennants lmao. Aiden, the Doctor, Alec, Casanova, Dave (roughly in that order)

What was the last DT related thing you watched: DW? I think? 

Favorite physical feature: Freckles :D  He has soft chocolate freckles ungh. Also his dimples. And his eyes. Does his brogue count? I’mma count that too. And y’all know how I feel about thighs. He’s got a mighty fine arse too. And his hair does things that just… ungh. 

Favorite DT quote? Put it here: “It’s all gonna be okay. Trust me, I’m a Doctor. But it’s up to us to make it okay. It’s time to be positively rebellious, and rebelliously positive. As long as we stand up for what we believe in… don’t give in to anger or violence… look out for the little guy… keep an eye out on the big guys… refuse to keep our mouths shut… just generally trying not to be dicks… every little thing is gonna be alright.” - This might’ve been written for him to say, but just him saying it was so needed. 

Have you been blessed and seen him in person: My right arm still isn’t the same where he touched it. He’s so kind and charming in person. (he said my name i’m still fuckin dead *crying*)

… or saw him in a play?: Not yet

Are you a Tenth Doctor fan: I don’t wanna meet a Tennant fan who isn’t

… how about Kilgrave: DT was brilliant but this character was way too triggering for me and I highkey wanna hurl him into the sun

Alec Hardy or Emmett Carver: Choose between my precious awkward turtles? How dare. (Honestly it’s not Emmett’s fault they chose to make Gracepoint I still love you bby <3)

Favorite DT series: Rude question. XD Hmm. I can’t pick just one. Single Father, DW, Broadchurch 

Favorite DT movie: The Decoy Bride 

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Real Talk: Jackson. Appropriation VS Appreciation.

This is about Jackson Wang from Got7 wearing dread locks in a Chinese advertisement, just in case you haven’t seen all of the drama and people attacking him. (pictures below)

I’ll start off with saying, I don’t give a fuck that he wore dreadlocks. There, that saved you a lot of reading and time, so if you would like to unfollow/block me, go ahead. Agree to disagree. People want MY opinion on this, so here it is:

The way people are attacking him is all kinds of wrong. I’m ok with people explaining nicely about the history of dreads and how people can take an offense to non Black people wearing that style, that’s their opinion, even though some where being way too harsh about it but reading all the hate comments are disgusting. You would think Jackson got caught in an animal cruelty case (God forbid) or rape case (God forbid), so I’m reading twitter and instagram and saying to myself…what is happening? I’ve never seen K Hip Hop artist get THIS much heat and they wear dreads and braids on a daily basis, but when Jackson wears them in an ad, he gets so much hate and death threats.

“He’s so wrong”

“Educate him”

“He doesn’t care about Black people but he’s wearing our hair style” - Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know Jackson hated Black people..

Let me tell you something, I know people are going to hate me for my opinion, but they hate me anyway lol, so fuck it. I understand where their passion comes from, people hate that other races look up to Black people and want to dress like us, be like us, but at the end of the day they don’t want to be with us or could care less about us for real, I GET IT!. I get it, there’s a lot of people out there that don’t like us for real but wear our hair styles. I understand appropriation. I understand the history of it all. I’m proud to be Black and love my race, my culture and the passion we have.

And I also love that other races look up to our people sooo much that they want to dress like their favorite rapper, or try their style, the rappers themselves are even flattered and don’t care, they just love that they are looked up to and inspire people of all races.

Oh wait, my antil Blackness coon-ness is showing, let me stop! (sarcasm)

But personally, If people who are not Black wear braids, dreadlocks and they’re NOT doing it to mock us, profit from us, claiming it as their own, not a racist, and fucks with my people heavy and NOT doing it to degrade our race (like Jackson!), then I don’t give a damn how you wear your hair, bitch you can wear dreadlocks til yo ass 90, I do not give a damn, there’s some fuck up things going on out there in the REAL world of appropriation. Like this fashion show that was urban themed, gave them afros, braids, but there were no Black people in the show, obviously I was annoyed, because what are they doing? Profiting off of Black people and NOT giving any credit and claiming it as new/ their own. That’s the problem with appropiating. It’s stealing from one’s culture and giving no credit.

What is Jackson doing? Is he racist? is he claiming it as his own? Is he constantly doing it? Is he discrediting Black people and acting like it’s a brand new thing he’s doing?

What did Jackson do that SOOOOOOO MANY other non Black people do every day and are getting their hair braided as I type this. I’m lost as to why people are jumping down his throat and giving him threats and demanding an apology like he said “N*gger” or something?

This girl shared my inner thoughts on appropriation. (should watch this).

And also this.

^ He’s right!  What I said above, he’s NOT doing it to degrade or profit from our race. I said my thoughts before he even responded.

+ People are offended by his response saying he “is saying fck you to us, he doesn’t care about our culture, he doesn’t listen to us”, damn! what do you want him to say? Do you not see the hate comments he’s getting?, telling him to die, saying racial slurs, you guys want to play victim in every little thing so badly, there is NOTHING wrong with his responses, they are haters. He could’ve said worse.

+And “you are on the wrong page” he’s right! If you don’t like him and want to send him hate, then you ARE ON THE WRONG PAGE. If you have a problem with him, then don’t be on his page. don’t even click on it.





The last thing on my mind is someone’s hair. I don’t know about y’all but I got bigger fish to fry in this racist world, and Jackson’s 2 minute twists are the least of the problem.

And I know they will say, “So who cares wrong is wrong, he needs to be educated”, HE IS! He knows about Black people, his role models are Black, so of course he’s going to want what they want, you guys are acting like he wore the dreads to be ignorant and racist and you’re acting like he constantly “steals” from our culture and profits from it, he doesn’t.

I’m out.

Here’s the picture:

Watch the haters come in 3, 2, 1…

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
There’s a reason complete strangers keep mistaking Sherlock and John for a couple.

Sherlock, being Sherlock, always notices it when people are checking John out. He dislikes it. It makes him feel…panicked. However, John disapproves of him making rude deductions at unsuspecting strangers, so Sherlock has to find a subtler way to deal with such outrageous affronts.

Sherlock leans in close to talk to John, touches his arm to get his attention, smiles at him in a smitten way, steals food off his plate: all those behaviours he has observed in romantic couples. It is excellent; The dull cretins oogling his John invariably sighs in defeat (”Why are all the good ones taken and/or gay?”) and refrains from making any further moves. 

John never notices. After all, Sherlock acts like this all the time, and John is remarkably unobservant.

Then Sherlock and John actually get together, and Sherlock comes to the pleasant realisation that it is no longer necessary for him to be subtle. So the next time a young barista twirls her hair and draws an anatomically-incorrect heart on John’s coffee cup, Sherlock wraps a possessive arm around John, presses a kiss to his hair, and glares at the offending barista over John’s head. 

John turned around, smiling.

“What was that for?”

“You’re very attractive,” Sherlock said primly, all innocence.

John chuckled and slipped his hand into Sherlock’s, and they walked out of the cafe sipping their drinks.

“You know,” sip, “you react to competition like a twelve year old girl.”

Sherlock’s coffee burnt his tongue. He spit it out, spluttering. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean this,” John demonstrated by stroking a hand down Sherlock’s arm exaggeratedly, “and this,” he leans up to breathe heavily into Sherlock’s ear.

“I thought you didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, not at first. But then that time at the Dancing Dragon you stole all the broccoli off my plate while glaring aggressively at the woman at the counter. And you don’t even like broccoli.”

Sherlock frowned heavily, reading to commence the world’s greatest sulk. But John was still talking.

“That’s when I realised,” John stopped and turned to face Sherlock fully, “that you wouldn’t really mind if I just-” 

John put his free hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and snogged him full on the mouth, right there on the busy pavement. Morning commuters swerved to avoid the two of them, stoically ignoring them in that fine London tradition. He could hold up the traffic for once, Sherlock thought dizzily. Mycroft did it all the time.

“Anyway,” said John, clearing his throat and rolling back on his heels. “Just wanted you to know. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. You don’t have any competition. But if you still feel like snogging me in odd places, that’s fine with me.”

“At crime scenes?”

“Not at crime scenes.”

“But you just said-”

“Got to draw the line somewhere, Sherlock.”


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This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 

The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.


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Who says I love you first - Boyf Riends


• so basically they start dating after the whole squip fiasco, after dating Christine for two weeks Christine realizes that Jeremy likes Michael and that she didn’t like Jeremy as much as she thought so she decides to be Jeremy’s wing women for getting Michael

• Michael finds out they broke up and is ECSTATIC

• Eventually Christine runs up to Michael, shoves Jeremy into his arms and screams ‘THIS BOY HAS A HIGE FUCKING CRUSH ON YOU SO DATE HIM’

• Michael is confused, but takes him to Dave and Busters that night and they totally dominate every game (I might do a little head Cannon or one shot on this later )

• jump forward three weeks and Michael and Jeremy are in Jeremy’s basement playing video games together

•Michael looks over at Jeremy and stares at him, taking in his lovely little features and quirks

• he loves how Jeremy sticks out his tongue when playing a game, and concentrating v v v hard

• he loves when Jeremy’s eyes light up in amusement when Michael accidentally messes up

• he loves Jeremy’s snicker when this happens as well

• he loves when Jeremy pumps his fist in the air when they beat a level/ win a thing (yes I know video games(no, no I don’t))

• he loves - oh fuck he loves JEREMY

• Michael has a brief mental freak out

• he did just realize that he’s in love with the guy he’s known since he was little

• what Michael doesn’t realize is that Jeremy is also mentally freaking out cause he just realized that he didn’t just love

• Michaels soft hair

• Michaels slight accent

• Michaels joy in retro shit

• he loved Michael in general

• neither of them say anything for about two weeks, both thinking it’s to soon and WHAT IF THEY THINK IM WEIRD WHAT IF THEY THINK ITS TO GAY oh wait. We are gay.

• eventually, its late at night, the boyfs are once again in Jeremy’s basement, they’re watching a marvel movie cause Michael fucking loves marvel AND CAPTAIN AMERICA MMMM YES

• Jeremy has his head in Michaels lap, Michael is stroking his hair.

• half way through civil war, Michael leans down and kisses Jeremy’s forehead

• Jeremy just smiles up at him and Michael fucking M E L T S

• “God Jer, I love you.”

• Michael freezes when he realizes what he said

• Jeremy does too

• then he slowly whispers

• “Shit man, I was gonna say it first damn it.”

• Michael takes in a deep breath, slowly releasing it

• then he smirks

• “Well sucks to suck babe, player two has you beat”

• “okay well, I’m initiating the next mile stone so fuck you”

• and he does. When they’re 22 Jeremy asks Michael to marry him

• obviously he says yes

It was kinda short but yeah I got that idea last night. I always get my ideas at night

hairy vulva positivity is great but it all seems to be for women who have a perfect little triangle bush, what about women who don’t want to trim at all? women who’s hair grows down on the inside of their thighs? thick dark hair higher on the belly? hairy butt and asshole? that’s the positivity i want to see tbh 🤷

Who is that I hear in the loo?

Why, it’s Molly Pr-OH MY.

Well, you certainly have been letting your hair down this summer. I can hardly see you!

But Molly, isn’t Arthur Weasley due to arrive for a visit any minute now?

You’ll be wanting to do something about that hair. 

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BTS  - they accidentally get turned on.

Request: Can I request BTS getting turned on by accident for something that you’ve done? Btw, I love your blog 💕

A/N: thank you so much bby  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Seokjin: He was cooking for you and you were helping him in some things. “Babe, can you get the flour for me, please?” He asked. “Of course.” You said, smiling. You stood up a bit to pick it up and the shirt you were wearing lifted up, showing your butt in your panties. He looked up and immediately turned on. “Here it is.” You gave it to him. “Thank you.” “Are you okay?” “Yes, yes, of course.” He smiled nervous.

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Yoongi: You had a lollipop in your mouth and the way you licked it was turning him on. “Oh God, can stop licking and sucking it like that?” He said nervously. “Why? Is this getting you turned on?” You laughed. “What? No.” He chuckled in embarrassment. “Oh, I see.” You spoke looking at his jeans and you could clearly see how hard he was.

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Hoseok: You were cleaning your apartment. Hoseok just came home and you were down, butt up, fixing some books. “Oh my God.” You heard your boyfriend speak. “Hey babe.” You smiled innocently. “What happened?” You asked, looking at him. “N-Nothing.” He smiled, covering his crotch with his hands.

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Namjoon: You were on the phone with your friend, just talking about things. And you were wrapping your hair in your fingers. And somehow, he found it extremely sexy. “Hang up.” Namjoon said, approaching. “Why?” You asked, looking at him. He just pointed at his erection. “Why are you like this?” You said, hanging up the phone. “Why are YOU like this? You can be extremely sexy just by talking on the phone.” He laughed.

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Jimin: You were wearing just one of his shirts and panties. Without a bra. He came home and you ran up to him, hugging him. “Hi baby!” You smiled. “Hey!” He smiled at you. He kissed you and carried you to the couch. “Babe, are you serious?” You asked laughing. “What?” “Are you that hard already?” “What can I do? Look at your boobs in that shirt, that’s too hot, okay?” He said laughing. “Okay, if you say so.”

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Taehyung: You were studying for the finals. Taehyung was there with you just to keep company. “Stop biting your pen.” He spoke impatiently. “Why?” You looked at him, taking the pen out of your mouth. “Because you look so hot doing it.” He said a little angry and you laughed. “Aw, did that turn you on?” “Whaaat? No.” He said laughing with embarrassment and put his hands on his crotch to cover his erection

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Jungkook: "Babe, where are you?“ Your boyfriend yelled. "In the bathroom!” You yelled back. You were doing your makeup. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties… “Oh …” he said, entering the bathroom. “Hey!” You smiled, giving him a kiss. “Hey…” He said looking at your body. “Baby…You’re a horny teenager. You know that?” You asked laughing, seeing his erection on his jeans. “You’re my girlfriend and you’re hot. What can I do?” He shrugged and hugged your from behind, making you feel his erection in your butt.

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The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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anonymous asked:

Hello there! I love your art and I was wondering if you could give me a few tips about drawing Sora and Riku (especially his majestuous hair!). Thank you so much! By-bye!

So like this isn’t gonna be great because even idk what I’m doing with them half the time so I guess I’ll just break down the thought process that runs subconsciously. When I draw these guys I just kinda get into it and not set up hair guidelines, because I more or less know what I’m trying to accomplish.

Riku is easy because his hair is easier to follow. It doesn’t part in any particular fashion  and his tresses always motion vaguely downward. His princess hair comes from me originally not knowing how to interpret his anime hair into my style. His floaty hair = LOTS OF VOLUME?? was how it came through. Now that I kind of know how to do it, I just kind of ignore it anyways. The thick hair stays for my style hhh.

Drawing sora’s hair is awful and also kind of fun. It’s actually not as complicated once you understand how and which ways it sprouts from is head. It’s easier to keep true to form than riku for me. The profile can be difficult. There’s been times where I sweep it backwards instead of frontwards.

It’s not that I’m surprised that there ARE regional differences, I’m just sometimes surprised about WHAT they are.

Last night we had rehearsal down at the renn fair space where we’re doing a few scenes from MND this weekend and one of the spaces is tucked away on a forest path. On our way back we found two ticks on my neck – one @ark-shifter brushed away, the other had bitten and I had to pull it out. But I get lint tangled up in the small hairs on the back of my neck (where it was), which is what I thought it was when I pulled it off, and I didn’t notice it was a tick until I glanced down as I dropped it and saw legs so I didn’t get a chance to see what kind of tick it was.

I developed a little pimple-like spot where I pulled it off and when I mentioned this to @ark-shifter they didn’t seem to understand that I wanted them to take a look at it, but I figured it was just ‘cause it was late and we had a long night of last-minute costume things ahead of us so they were tired and distracted (also sometimes I expect them to read my mind without giving them a whole lot to go on).

Then this morning I asked them to take another look at it to look for “the target” and they were just completely lost, no there’s nothing on my neck target what????

Which was when I realized that OH, they didn’t grow up in deer tick country! They didn’t get it pounded into their head every summer that, if they ever get bit by a tick, to check for the target rash:

We both learned something today.