what are we supposed to tag these as

Attention, Mateus roleplayers! All Saint’s Wake is upon us and in the spirit of the holiday season we shall be throwing a party! Please come wearing your best and brightest costumes (be they spooky, cute, or otherwise!) and be on your scariest behavior!

WHEN: October 29th, 2017 at 7PM - 11PM PST
(Whoops, we were supposed to host it this week, but alas! Something came up, so next week it is!)

WHERE: MATEUS SERVER, Lavender Beds, Ward 7, Plot 51!

What’ll we be doing, you ask? Why, a few things! What sort of All Saint’s Wake party would it be without a costume contest, first of all? Categories include: Best men’s, Best women’s, Cutest, and Scariest! Each category with a winner all it’s own! Grand prize winner get’s a headshot drawing by yours truly, of course, while winners of each category will obtain one of several minions!

Secondly, we’ll be ghosting (heh,a game of Hide and Seek during the night, that also comes with a prize for whomever might find the very scary, very good-at-hiding Hallowed Knight!

Aside from those silly things, there’ll beverages, food & drink, and a night of dancing to your heart’s content!

We do so hope that you’ll join us!

( art courtesy of sanjista, who it will not allow me to tag!!)

@austennerdita2533, thank you for tagging me! :)

I’m supposed to put my songs on “shuffle” and list the first ten songs:

My List:

1. Fallout Boy- My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘em up)

2. Monsters and Men- King and Lionheart

3. Witch Doctor- Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing

4. Flashdance- Maniac

5. When in Rome- The Promise

6. Lady Gaga- Judas

7. We Speak No Americano

8. Eurythmics- Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)

9. Of Monsters and Men- Dirty Paws

10. Alexandra Stan- Mr. Saxobeat

I’m only going to tag 5 people but ANYONE can do this: @justanothercinemaniac @hermione-mak-gilmore @sapphic-spook @sleeplessbutdreaming @ksfd89

Tagged

So thanks for tagging @the-black-melody oh no

So you’re supposed to put here what the last thing is that you wrote.

And I’m scared af because this is smth I wrote in my personal notebook which I just write in my thoughts, short imagines and idk shit on my mind.

Well idk but fuck it I’m doing it.

20-10-2017 thoughts

Damn, I want a boyfriend.

In those ** (this is smth like r/p I used to do with my ex internet bf, like we pretended we lived close to each other) things we always kissed and cuddled and he would stroke my hair and tickle me and kiss me again and fuck.

I want it in real life and I want it now.

I need it. But I also don’t want to be desperate for love. Because I know that when I look for it I won’t really find it. And maybe I’m being needy. It’s only been about 9 months since I last had it? I’m probably just complaining. Fuck me.

-Michelle



Ya so that was it. I’m already getting nervous that y'all see it so please don’t say anything harsh about it. You can ask me stuff about it if you want or don’t understand .. I guess. Anyways, tagging

@sinning-killjoy @fanqueen74 @blogvanli @toxicbullet-of-the-wild-west @doccied @yourfairlylocalphanboi @caught-up-in-the-aftergl0w

The Types as Things People Forget Often

ENTJ: Giving things back. “Oh, I’ll give your book back. I actually haven’t started it; I’ve been really busy.”

ENTP: Responsibilities. “We had homework? Whoops. Can I copy yours?”

ENFJ: Taking tags/stickers off clothes. “I was walking around all day with this on. I didn’t even notice until you pointed it out, thanks.”

ENFP: Why they walked into a room. “I swear I needed to be in here for something. *walks out of room* *remembers*” 

ESTJ: Forgetting. “Oh, that’s the shirt you wore exactly 2 months and 3 days ago. I like it on you, by the way.”

ESTP: Passwords. ”How am I supposed to remember what I was thinking when I made this account?” 

ESFJ: What they’ve said already. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you already heard about when my dog chased that bear.”

ESFP: Names/faces. “Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages! (I have no idea who the heck they are).”

INTJ: Birthdays. “I got you this [on the way here]. Happy birthday!”

INTP: Replying to texts. “It’s fine; I’ll get it later. I should probably turn off read receipts if I’m going to keep doing this…”

INFJ: Where you parked. “I’m sure it was somewhere in the parking lot. It’s black. I think I was next to a car that had dice hanging from their mirror?”

INFP: Words. “What’s the word that is like upset but closer to uncomfortable and for whatever reason makes me think of the color green? I think it starts with S.”

ISTJ: Watching things you suggested. “I just haven’t gotten around to it.” (not at all from experience)

ISTP: Plans. “I definitely didn’t forget we were going to dinner. I’ll be there soon.”

ISFJ: Setting an alarm. “Shoot, I forgot to remind myself to remember!”

ISFP: Song titles/lyrics. “Who sings this? Wait, don’t tell me. I know this. I know this.

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your regular reminder: Chalo and Priya are absolutely stunning.

what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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LATEST #NORBURY UPDATE:

In 1893 ACD killed off Sherlock Holmes at the Reichenbach Falls and as a result induced mass fan outrage with over 20,000 people cancelling their subscription to The Strand magazine.

After being absolutely bombarded with complaint messages (and people literally taking to the streets wearing mourning clothes) however, Doyle revived Holmes in “The Hound of the Baskervilles” and then properly in “The Empty Hearse”.

Now it seems we have our own “Final Problem” to address. If it’s an ARG/meta-narrative Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss want, it’s what they’re going to get.

LET’S GET #NORBURY TRENDING.
Set your alarm. Save the time.

26th February
6AM-12PM PDT
2PM-8PM GMT

REMEMBER:
- Keep it classy. Pithy arguments, thought-out responses. No cheap insults/name-calling etc. We want to start a conversation.
- Best not to @ Mark Gatiss or any other members of the cast/crew of Sherlock. If you really want to tag someone I suppose BBC One is a possibility.
- Using old Twitter accounts is better than new ones because your tweets may be invalidated/not counted towards the trend.
- It’s more likely that tweets will count towards the trend if you have a full twitter bio/profile picture/are following people/have mentioned and replied to tweets before.
- We need over an estimated 1700 tweets to trend during this time.
- The more people involved, the better. Message your friends! Spread the word.

Hopefully through this we’ll not only be able to address the problem of queer baiting within BBC Sherlock, but begin a public conversation about the manipulation of LGBT viewers as an ongoing issue within media.

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Incorrect BTS Quotes
  • Jimin: But Jungkook doesn't even like me.
  • Jungkook: I like Cap more than Iron Man.
  • Jin: I hate eating.
  • Namjoon: I think Jin is ugly.
  • Yoongi: I hate Hoseok.
  • Taehyung: I don't Gucci.
  • Hoseok: My favourite animals are snakes.
  • Jimin: What are you even saying!?!! Are you joking?!
  • Jungkook: Oh, we thought we were supposed to make nonsense.
No Regrets

An Adrienette one-shot

“Girl, why are you in such a rush?” Alya asked, watching her best friend gather her things in a hurry.

“I forgot about something!” Marinette fretted, dropping her bag in the process. Which caused all the things she’d gathered to spill out.  “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath, “I’m such a klutz!”

“Whoa, girl, relax.  What could you have forgotten about that can cause this much panic?  I haven’t seen you this scatter-brained since high school!” Alya astonished, joining Marinette on the ground to help her clean up.

Marinette sighed, putting the final piece in her bag again and looked at Alya.  They were both knelt down on the floor and Marinette blew a piece of hair from her face.  “I—Well… I’m meeting Adrien.”

Alya gave her a deadpanned look.  “With whom you’re married to… what’s the big deal about meeting with your husband?” she asked.

“It’s not the meeting with him part, it’s just—ya know.  We’re looking for a house… and… I dunno,” Marinette dug through her bag for her keys, mumbling something about needing a brighter keychain.  

Alya looked at the table they had been sitting at to see her friend’s keys lying there.  She picked them up and jingled them in front of Marinette’s distracted face.  “Here,” she said, hearing Marinette utter out a “Thank you.”  Alya crossed her arms and stared curiously at her friend.  “What’s the big deal?  You’re looking for a house.  Something every married couple does… Haven’t you dreamed about this for like, your whole life, or something?” Alya asked.

Marinette shrugged and looked away from her friend, “Well, I mean, yeah.  But, like, it’s still a little soon, isn’t it?”

Alya furrowed her brows, “You’ve been married for 3 months.  So no, it’s not ‘too soon.’  Getting a house is good.  You’ve been crashing in his mouse-sized apartment, which, if I do recall, doesn’t allow for a roommate.”

Marinette bit her fingers, “Yeah, we’ve been ignoring the calls about that…”

“What’s the real issue here?” Alya asked, reaching out for Marinette’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Marinette slid from her grasp, looking worriedly at her phone.  “Y-you’re probably right!  I’m just crazy.  This is Adrien,” she said as she lifted her phone, “Gotta take it!”

Alya watched her friend go with a wild expression, “Oh…kay… see ya later, then?”

Marinette pushed the coffee shop door open with her shoulder, holding her phone in one hand and her drink in the other.  “Hey, hon,” she said, “Yeah, I’m on my way.  No, I didn’t forget, I’m just running a bit late.  Yeah, bad traffic.  Uh huh.  Okay.  Yup, see you in a few.  I love you too.  Bye.”  She hung up and stuffed her phone in her purse, grabbing her keys and hopping into her car.  

“Alya’s right,” she told herself, “This is good.”

-o-o-o-o-

“Okay, on to house number three!” Adrien said enthusiastically, buckling up his seat-belt.  “That last one was cool, though, huh?  What did you think, Mari?  You were pretty quiet in there…”  He looked over at his wife to see her staring numbly out the window.  “Marinette?”

She blinked and turned to him, looking dazed, “I’m sorry, I was zoned out.  What?” She asked.

Adrien frowned, “I asked if you were okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?  Maybe we should go home…”

“Oh no, I’m not sick,” Marinette brushed him off.  “Tired is all.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she smiled at him.

“Alright.  So, what’d you think of the house?” he asked.

“It was okay,” she said.  “It’s expensive, though.”

Adrien shrugged, “Well, money’s not an issue, so don’t pay attention to the price tag, okay?  We’ll get whatever we need and whatever works.”

Marinette looked at her husband with a clumsy smile, “The money you got from your father is suppose to be for retirement, isn’t it?  That was your plan, right?”

Adrien looked at her with a gentle smile before looking back at the road, “Plans can change.”

Anxiety squeezed Marinette’s chest, “You should save it.”

“Mari, don’t worry.  Even if we went all in and bought the whole house now, I’d still have plenty left over.  Besides, I’m gonna put what we don’t spend in a retirement plan.”  He reached out to touch her knee gently, “Your worried, and it isn’t about the money…”

“I’m not worried, it’s just an expensive house—“

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he came to a stop at a street light.  

“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Come on, Mari, what’s eating at you?” He pushed.

She nodded towards the windshield of the car, “The light’s green.”

He huffed, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Adrien you can’t—there’s people behind us,” she turned around in her seat to see a frustrated wave from the car behind them followed by a honk.  “Adrien, seriously!  Go!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push because I don’t need to know sometimes, but this is clearly about us, and that I should know.  So what’s wrong?” He pushed the car into park to prove his point.

“Adrien, we don’t have time—“

“Are you having regrets?” he blurted out, his voice calm.  Marinette knew this voice, but she’d never personally experienced it.  It was his business voice.  The voice he used at professional parties, or conversations with co-workers.  It was his father’s voice.

“…Regrets?” She repeated numbly, looking him in the eye.  The angry honks and yells began to fade out.

He nodded, “Yeah, regrets.  About us,” his eyes and face stoic; he was like a wall.  But Marinette could see clearly behind it.  He was hurt.

“N-no!  No, of course not!  I could never regret this,” she gestured between them.  “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Will you?” she ask carefully.  Looking away from him.

“Will I what?” He asked, tilting his head.  His once calm voice became lathered in frustrated confusion.  A car swerved around them, giving them a pleasant curse and honk as he passed, followed by more cars.

“Will you regret this?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.  “Maybe not now, and maybe not next year or the year after that, but… maybe in ten years.  When I’m older, and less exciting.  Maybe you’ll look back at it all and realize that it was when you decided to marry me that things started to go wrong.  That, in ten years you’ll regret loving me and how you bought a fancy house and used up your money,” she hadn’t noticed until now, but she was crying.  She could tell because a tear had fallen onto her hand.  “After all, you said it yourself!  Plans change, and I don’t want you to regret this—“

She felt large hands envelop her own small ones.  She didn’t dare look up to see the man who was holding them though.  She couldn’t.  

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning over to kiss her wet cheek.  “I could never regret this,” he said, but she looked unconvinced, offering him a lazy shrug and a mumbled, “Maybe.”

“I love you,” he said, baffled.  She didn’t move.  He huffed, thinking of what to say.  “Now, if I remember correctly,” he began, “I had a crush on you first,” he said.

“You had a crush on Ladybug, not Marinette,” she pointed out.

“And you had a crush on a model, not Chat Noir,” he countered.  “I agree, things can change.  We changed, but it was for the better, right?”  

“But—“

“For better or worse,” he repeated their wedding vows.  “Now, I take that seriously.  Even if there comes a ‘worse,’ I’ll never regret it.  Because I love you.  We chose each other.”  He gently pulled her chin to look her in the eyes.  “The only thing I could ever regret would be not marrying you.  To not share a life with you.  To have kids and grow old with you.”

She blinked and smiled at him, “Kids?” she asked.

“Kids,” he nodded, glad she was smiling.  “I’m serious, Mari.  About you.  About this.”

She leaned in to kiss him.  Soft and sweet, short and simple.  “Thank you,” she mumbled.  

He kissed her nose and leaned back.  “But,” he said, putting their car back in drive and looking to see the light had turned red again.  “If Nino confesses his love to me, I may just run into the sunset with him,” he said, acting serious.

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette shoved him with a laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me,” he winked at her.

“Maybe…” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And I love you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled.


Read the rest of my one shots here!

There are so many amazing things going on in this menu, you guys.

“American Plate”
*throws some shit on a plate* “This is what Americans eat, right?”
I don’t know what I love more, the single piece of broccoli (well, this is an accurate depiction of the amount of vegetables Americans eat, I guess) or the THREE tortilla chips for eating your “avocado dip.” 

“Of course those two make the perfect decisive end of your meal!”
Awww, okay, that’s cute. Though…it’s “light and shadow vanilla and chocolate,” so I guess Kuroko is the chocolate, not the vanilla?? I’m all confused now.

(I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST)

“Super Long Range Toast”
“This super long shot can reach its target from the far end of the court (plate). It’s so long, your heartbreak is inevitable!?”

Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Four

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Chapter Three Recap:

“They dared me to do it. I couldn’t just say no. Do you know what they’d say if they found out I actually like you?”

“Oh, and what’s wrong with me?!” You throw your pen down on the table and it bounces off to hit him in the chest. “Am I not pretty enough?! Am I too fat?! Is it because I care about getting an education and you’re just here to waste grant money?!” you close your laptop and start shoving your things into your bag. “You’re caught up in your bullshit fucking bad boy persona and you only care about your garbage friends liking you.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and turn to leave. You pick up the coffee and throw it at him. It pops open as it hits him and he just sits there with warm liquid soaking his shirt and jacket.

Shawn is left sitting there in silence as you walk out to go finish your assignment at home. He didn’t even try to fight back which surprised you and you can only hope your words got through to him.


Waking up sweaty and wet every morning is getting old. It seems that every night you dream of Shawn. It was sad how you couldn’t just get over how he touched you. His hands felt so good, his mouth even better. You slide your hand down your pants and begin rubbing yourself slowly. The thought of his mouth against you, tongue flicking your clit, two fingers curling inside of you as he works you closer to an orgasm. You lift your butt up, bracing your feet on the bed and press two fingers inside yourself, eyes shut tight, imagining Shawn there with you.

Half an hour after you finish, you remember why you hate Shawn. You feel guilty for pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He was an asshole. You did NOT like him. You had to remind yourself constantly, he had made you come and feel so good, but he could never do it again.

You open your window for some fresh air while you get ready for class and there’s a note tucked under the trim against the glass. You grab it and open it up.

Need to talk - SM

You ball it up and toss it in the trash bin under your bedside table. You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

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Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

Read Part 1

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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Everything Wrong With The Leaked MNet Schedule

(This title makes me feel like a CinemaSins video)

We’re not saying it’s fake, we’re not saying NCT things won’t happen there, we’re just listing observations that we have made about the schedule that are making us suspicious:

1) The entire thing is in English - this could be because it’s from “MNet America” or because the multiple countries require a universal language, but MNet schedules are almost always in Hangul.

2) EXO’s song is listed as The Power - it’s not called that, it’s official title is only Power.

3) Wanna One is said to perform Open Up - this isn’t on their album. In fact, Admin Beth is a huge Wannable and she can’t remember a time when they ever performed this song as an eleven membered group? The only songs from P101 that they remade together were Never and Pick Me.

4) They use the name Kim Jong-In - MNet don’t care about real names, for the sake of a performance they would use Kai. If they did use his real name, they would not hyphenate it and instead would just say Jongin.

5) Sunmi is performing Full Moon - she hasn’t promoted this song?

6) KARD are performing two songs, whilst GOT7 are performing one - it’s rare for a rookie group such as KARD to be a) performing alongside senior groups like NCT and GOT7 and b) get more songs than those senior groups. KARD are not that popular in Korea to justify this stage.

7) GDragon and Taeyang are performing - seriously, when was the last time they performed at MAMA? When was the last time YG liked MAMA??

8) The leaks are supposedly from CJ&M - they have links to MNet, but surely a MAMA schedule would come direct from MNet.

9) IOI are supposed to be reuniting - okay, MNet would do this and it’s been rumoured, but it’s also unlikely and their reunion is supposed to be in five years, not now.

10) ‘NCT Asia’ are supposed to be performing Lucifer and Mr. Simple - first of all, NCT’s go-to cover songs have always been Lucifer and Sorry Sorry, not Mr. Simple. Second of all, you don’t perform covers at MAMA. You perform songs from that year, or songs that are being released soon. If anything, NCT Asia would be performing their debut song. 

Debuting a new unit would probably include a new member, and there are not many rookies left at the moment who have been announced. If SM announce new rookies between now and MAMA, it’s likely a new unit is happening.

We’re not saying this leak is false, we’re just saying the reasons why it might be.


ADDITIONAL POINTS:

11) There are so many popular groups missing - yes, MAMA is over multiple days this year but Seventeen, Nu’Est, GFriend and even BTS seem like huge omissions on this schedule?

12) There’s only three girl groups - specifically, Twice, Red Velvet and Black Pink. There would at least be GFriend and multiple others. It’s suspicious to us that these three mentioned are also the popular groups that newer stans tend to know.

13) There’s not enough collaboration or special stages - there were so many last year, it’s a big part of the show. There are NONE here.

14) Black Pink are supposed to be performing Whistle - this is a song from last year, they wouldn’t perform it again at this MAMA.

this took me longer than i wanted it to bc i had no idea what i was doing during colouring it and i didnt want to restart it over

I drew the Batbros….got the base from this blog

Dick: Damn it, Jason! We were only supposed to buy milk!! You are so DEAD!!! 

Tim: We’re gonna die. We are definitely going to die. I never should’ve tagged along.

Damian: Did I miss anything? And why do I hear Grayson on the roof?

Jason: Totally worth it!!!

Dick: I know I said that I liked being tied up, but this is insane!! Damn it, Jason! We were only out to buy milk!!

Jason: HAHAHAHAHAAA!

This just in, the sons of Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne have been spotted leaving what appears to be a huge explosion from one of Gotham’s many abandoned warehouses. Thankfully no injuries have been reported. However, the eldest son, Richard, appears to be duct taped to the roof of the car. Witnesses say that it was just a stunt of brotherly bonding. Some say that it’s a cry for attention. Others believe that they should be locked up in prison or worse. Locked up in Arkham Asylum. The GCPD have yet to comment on this particular situation. Hold on…It appears that the Batmobile is in hot pursuit of the wayward boys. More information will be reported after these messages.

Let Me Show You How It’s Done

Request: Could you do a fic where buck catches the reader masturbating and it makes him really jealous, so he shows her what real pleasure feels like??

Summary: Bucky catches you while you’re touching yourself, when he hears you moan his name he loses it. 

Warnings: smutty smutt + more smut

A/N: Don’t hesitate to message or send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

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  • Anakin: How did Obi-Wan know where to find you?
  • Ahsoka: I don’t know, you were the only person who knew where we were.
  • Anakin: I didn't tell him.
  • Ahsoka: Oh, maybe something you said gave it away.
  • Anakin: I didn't say anything.
  • Ahsoka: You know, Master, you couldn’t keep a secret if your life depended on it!
  • Anakin: You'd be surprised.
  • Ahsoka: What's that supposed to mean?
  • Anakin: ...Nothing.