what did i do those days anyway

AUs no one asked for
  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
Animal Crossing Starters:
  • “I figured you must be blackmailing that poor girl to have lunch with you.”
  • “I think it’s fair to say that I’m pretty sexy.”
  • “I don’t want to live in a world where I have to eat sugar free sugar cookies.”
  • “I remembered today was your birthday so I thought I’d say hi.”
  • “You have nothing to lose except your lonely loser status.”
  • “Shut it, you faker!”
  • “I sure am tired from all that relaxing I did today.”
  • “Then I can spend my entire allowance on comic books and video games and no one can stop me.”
  • “When you listen to pop music, you often hear them saying ‘shawty.’”
  • “[NAME] made fun of me because I say 'poot’ all the time.”
  • “I waited and waited because I really wanted to see you.”
  • “Tell papa/mama what’s up.”
  • “It hurts my face just looking at you.”
  • “Marry me.”
  • “I look forward to seeing what you’re gonna do with my butt.”
  • “A trash bin..? Is this a clue to your true identity?”
  • “I’m beautiful, but I’m also deadly.”
  • “I hope you go to jail.”
  • “What did you do to my body?”
  • “Stick to chocolate and comic books. You’re too young for love anyway.”
  • “I’m sorry.. please don’t be too mad at me.”
  • “I have a big favor to ask you.”
  • “Maybe I’ll just go home and lock myself in a closet.”
  • “I gotta admit, I really love that one show where all those people do the stuff and then something happens.”
  • “Here, touch my skin. It’s totally slimy right now.”
  • “I probably look in the mirror 24 times a day just to be sure I’m still so darned handsome/beautiful.”
  • “Guess what I’ve got in my pockets right now.”
  • “Better not catch you making goo-goo eyes at my wife/husband.”
  • “No one understands me. I’m hungry all the time and no one cares.”
  • “Are you suggesting my style is outdated?”
  • “Don’t play with stink bugs, especially when you’ve got a date coming up.”
  • “They don’t even care who wins. They just all flex their pecs.”
  • “Love means accepting that there will be times when you don’t get the last scallop.”
  • “Yeah exercise is totally hard and stuff. I think I’m gonna go take a nap and read a book or whatever.”
  • “Today was the day my best friend in the whole wide world was born.”
  • “Whoa you look so weird. And not weird in a hip way. More like 'weird’ as in 'makes me want to barf.’”
  • “End my suffering.”
  • “Not to sound corny but I really like you.”
  • “I wonder how I can say 'swaggy ’ in the most grown up way possible.”
  • “Just because two people are good friends doesn’t mean they’d make a good couple.”
  • “Sorry, I was staring at your face because I don’t know you. Not because there’s something wrong with your face.”
  • “Would it surprise you if I said I’m pretty proud of my legs?”
  • “The truth is never free.. but sometimes it’s on sale.”
  • “I hear the sound of rap coming from somewhere.”
  • “They tell you to sleep on a problem. But what if your problem is insomnia?”
  • “I’ll just observe your friends from the shadows.”
  • “I heard allergies are caused by the government.”
  • “Watch out, 'cause I’ll compliment you until you puke.”
  • “So D.I.Y. stands for 'do it yourself’? Well, if these guys think I’m going to do my own manual labor, they’ve got another acronym coming.”
  • “I can smell your confidence. Smells like soup.”
  • “I’m gay.”
  • “You’re my hero.”
  • “Please don’t call on me.”
  • “I think I dropped my house key somewhere. That was my favorite key… it opened my house.”
  • “Do you want to hear the brutal truth? That outfit is a hot mess.”
  • “Oh, I get it! You’re playing it cool. Trying your best not to cry.”

islandsofjohnmontagu  asked:

I was just introducing my friend to your art with your ~lovely~ video (the one w/ hahAhaHA) and I figured out what your art reminds me of! It's like stained glass! And is perfect! Anyway, have a nice day :D

ahh those are both really pretty comparisons, thank you so much!!! I hope you both have a wonderful day <3
I really like zooming in on my art after they’re done because of all of the colors tbh hahah

It can be difficult when you’re disabled to consciously prioritise yourself.

To admit that you’re having a bad day and that you need to step away from everything that isn’t essential to your day-to-day survival.

Often, your subconscious can handle rationalising why you’re pushing off tasks.

The world won’t end if you live off Pot Noodle for a few days or the kitchen isn’t clean or you don’t shower over the weekend.

But right this second, in this political climate, it’s very easy to feel as if the world might end if you’re not marching or phoning people or engaging with incredibly heavy subject-matter constantly.

And everyone always tacks on “if you’re able”.

“Everyone should be doing this! But, like, I mean those who are able. Don’t feel bad if you can’t. But also, here’s a list of ways to engage with it anyway if it’s difficult for you. No pressure, but this person did it and they hate phone calls!”

But what about those of us who are nebulously able?

Who could maybe push ourselves, but at the expense of the essential day-to-day stuff, like our jobs or studies or basic self-care?

So here’s a reminder to everyone who is nebulously able: doing shit like this is for good days.

And it’s not even the first thing to do on a good day because you have to put the hoarding for bad days first.

Wait for a good day.

Make sure you’ve caught up on basics like shopping and cleaning and all of those things that shouldn’t have gotten so far down your list.

Make sure that engaging with these kinds of topics isn’t going to drain you of spoons that you need for the near future.

Then prioritise this stuff.

You’re no good to any cause if you’re burnt out.

What writing is actually like:

1) “I have to pee, but I need to finish this before I forget.”

2) “Holy shit, I actually wrote that many words!?”

3) “What day is it?”

4) “I wasn’t gonna do the homework anyways.”

5) “Sleep is for the weak, and those who have finished editing.”

6) “Did I remember to eat?”

7) “No laptop don’t die! This is the climax of the story!”

8) “This dialogue is hilarious. If I can do this, why do I have so little  friends?”

9) “I think I made this way too personal.”

10) “I’m a terrible writer, I haven’t put a new chapter out in weeks/months/years/ect.

11) “Is it shallow to use your own name for an original character?”

Feel free to add on! : @the-third-winchester-warrior @sassy-losechester @i-write-and-stuff @straightasdeanwinchester @spnsisimagines @riversong-sam @winchesters-favorite-girl @bloggingimpaired / @sophisticated-angel @supernatural-squadd @cascancook @chelsea072498 @winchester-sis-imagines @nickiwinchester97

You raised me and I know I should be grateful. I am, but not in the way you would expect. Thank you for showing me parts of life that give me more depth. Thank you for making me understand happiness. I would not have appreciated it so much if I hadn’t seen the other side. Thank you for ruining me, I made sure to paint the cracks, I only never realized it was the worst kind of poison.

I am tired, beyond tired. Broken. Lonely, you made me realize to not depend on others. Do not show emotions, those are weak. No one wants to see them. I can not process them now, I don’t know how to cope. You’re little girl has spend more than half of her life wanting to die and you knew. You fucking knew. And you did nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Am I even worth something?

I’ve been diagnosed with a personality disorder. I’ve been too afraid to tell you, I’ve fallen back into old habits. Habits I once created because I had to keep everything to myself. Because I was not worthy enough to actually listen to. Have i ever meant something? Did you ever really see me? Have you ever really looked into my eyes? Did you see what you have done? Did you see what I became?

It is impossible for you to not notice anything. You once even told me you thought of me while watching a documentary about a kid who has had a difficult childhood. He killed the people living in his old house because he thought it were his parents. So do not tell me you did not know. Tell yourself you did nothing about it.

Sometimes I wonder what you would have done if I had succeeded. Probably drinking more and more. Or killing yourself. You where always good at threatening. I still dream about those things sometimes you know. No child should ever go through that.

Sometimes I wonder if you still would have me if you knew I would became this. I was never good enough in your eyes anyway. Do you know I still struggle with that ever single day? Not being good enough? Even with this diagnosis. I won’t fit in your perfect picture (which i never did), I’m terrified of telling you. So here I am, again, keeping it all to myself.

—  A letter to the people who raised me. // I could go on for ages. But I’m tired, beyond broken.

anonymous asked:

Mythical creatures in the modern world and some dialogue to go along with them is greatly appreciated.

1. “Why is there a kraken in the bathtub?”

2. “Your dragon is eating my purse. Honestly, this is getting ridiculous.”

3. “Why won’t the zoo let us pet the Chimeras?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the only head that would even tolerate that is the goat head.”

4. “For the last time, griffins are not pets!”

5. “Police believe a dragon might be behind the heists on the jewelry shops.”

“Gee, I wonder what tipped therm off? The giant dragon-shaped holes left in the walls?”

6. “Honey, what have I told you about riding the unicorn before dinner?”

7. “Please don’t use the term ‘Sea Monsters’. If you must refer to them as anything besides their names, use ‘Aquatic Life.’”

“Are you kidding me? That thing nearly took my hand off, and anyway, it’s an ANIMAL! It doesn’t care what I call it!”

8. “Did you hear that drakes are officially off the endangered species list?”

9. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching one of those videos. You know, where they replace song lyrics with chimera noises?”

“Oh, I love those!”

10. “Centaurs are humans, too!”

“Actually, we’re more biologically similar to the equine family tree, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Are you all know-it-alls, or are you the only one?”

I could honestly do this for days. :) I hope you enjoyed!!! 

A Scurry of Squirrels and John’s New Girl

This is for @dmollyc. Love you, sweetness! Thanks go to @mizjoely and @mrsmcrieff for looking it over for me and making some great suggestions. Bless! It’s rated K+ and there is an element of truth to the case mentioned (or at least I heard that it was true!). You can also read it on AO3 and FF.net. Enjoy ~Lil~


“And then I realised that it wasn’t a random attack.” Sherlock said smugly before taking a drink of his wine.

“How!?” John’s date asked, clearly impressed. “He was attacked by wild squirrels!”

“It’s obvious,” Molly interjected causing all three heads to turn toward her.

Angela, John newest girlfriend, looked thoroughly shocked. “It is?”

Sherlock folded his arms across his chest. “Okay, Miss Hooper. Enlighten us.”

Holding up a hand, Angela said, “Wait! You already know, right?”

“No,” Molly answered. She hadn’t heard about this latest case, having just returned from a conference in Edinburgh. “I haven’t been in the lab for nearly a week.”

“But surely he told you,” the other woman said. “I assume he tells you about all of his cases, just like John tells me.”

John turned to his girlfriend. “I didn’t tell you about this one.”

“You said you wanted to give Sherlock something to talk about. How did you put it? Oh, yes. He’ll want his ego stroked,” she said, doing her best John impersonation (which was pretty good, much to John’s dismay).

“Ah, sweetheart…” the doctor started.

“It’s okay, John. I’m quite used to your pejorative description of me,” Sherlock said, looking only slightly offended. “At any rate, Molly was about to dazzle us with her deductive skill.” He winked at her as he spoke.

Molly giggled and rolled her eyes.

“All right. It was the ex girlfriend,” she proclaimed proudly.

“You’ve talked to Lestrade,” John accused.

“No. I just got in this afternoon. Barely had time to unpack before this one,” She motioned to Sherlock. “came storming into my flat, demanding that I accompany him to meet the new girl. His words.”

“Okay, okay. You’re clean. Now, how did you know it was the ex girlfriend, and furthermore, how the hell did she do it?” Angela asked.

“Elementary my dear, Angela,” Molly said cheekily. “The ex was a retired…” She paused, looking around the restaurant, then her gaze landed on Sherlock and she finished, “…lion trainer.”

John gasped, Angela squealed and Sherlock beamed.

“Go on,” the detective encouraged, leaning closer to his pathologist. “How did I figure it out?”

“Wait a minute,” Anglea protested. “Maybe John figured it out.”

Everyone laughed in unison, including John himself.

Sherlock waved his hand toward Molly. “I can’t wait to hear how you got that from the little I told about the case.”

She turned toward him, tossing her napkin onto her finished plate. “You said he was attacked by a scurry of squirrels. Was bitten… twenty-four times?”

Sherlock nodded.

“Squirrels aren’t pack hunters; they eat nuts, for God’s sake. And even if they can be somewhat aggressive, I’ve never heard of an organised squirrel attack.” She turned to her dinner companions. “Have you?”

John and his date both shook their heads.

“They must have been trained. Like those squirrels in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” she continued.

“What?” Sherlock asked.

“Never mind. It wouldn’t make sense to you even if I explained it,” she said to Sherlock, then turned and addressed the couple across the table. “Anyway, she must have somehow lured them into her house and trained them to attack the ex.” Tapping her index finger against her chin she said, “But how…”

Sherlock started to speak up, but was stopped when she whipped her head back to him.

“You found a standee of the boyfriend in her home!” she proudly proclaimed.

Bloody hell,” John mumbled. “Now there’s two of them.”

Sherlock paid his blogger no mind, his eyes completely focused on Molly. “How?” he asked, in a gruff voice.


“I worked it out,” she said proudly.

“Impressive,” Sherlock said, leaning closer, putting his arm on the back of her chair looking her directly in the eyes. Molly was staring back just as intently.

“You two are absolutely adorable,” Angela said, pulling them out of their ‘moment’.

“I’m sorry, what?” Molly asked, confused.

John, on the other hand, knew exactly what she meant. And it was trouble.

Angela looked at his friends dreamily. “How’d you guys meet anyway?”

Sherlock finally pulled his eyes off of Molly and explained, “It was her third day at St. Barts. I came in with Lestrade to examine a body that we thought was the latest victim of a serial killer.” He looked off into the distance. “Not nearly enough of those anymore.”

Sherlock…” Molly admonished.

“Right, I keep forgetting that it’s considered unacceptable to wish for more killings. Anyway, Mike Stamford introduced us. I instantly realised that I had a chance to work with a highly skilled and intelligent pathologist. I was thrilled,” he said with a smile.

Molly scoffed. “You deduced me, you great git!”

“Of course I did; it’s what I do.”

“You pointed out the cat sick on my shoes and said that I hadn’t had an intimate relationship in over seven months. Then you said that I needed to change deodorant!” Molly proclaimed.

“Yes, but I said nice things too. You’re just being negative.”

John, having seen the look on his girlfriend’s face, knew where the whole thing was heading. So he tried to change the subject. “Anyone want dessert?”

“No. I want to hear more about Molly and Sherlock,” Angela said, leaning forward. “Then what happened? Doesn’t sound like you were very fond of him at first.”

Sherlock laughed. Molly cut him a nasty glare.

“Quite the opposite,” the detective said with a grin.

“Yes,” Molly said picking up her wine glass. “I thought he had a fine arse and a bad attitude.”

“You were smitten!” Sherlock protested as he topped up his glass.

“I might have been a little naive those first few years, I’ll admit that.”

“You asked me out after watching me beat a corpse with a riding crop,” he said, turning to her fully, bracing one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair.

“Oh my God! As if you didn’t know that you were being distractingly sexy that day!”

He leant forward. “Distractingly sexy, ah?” His voice was suddenly lower.

Angela was drinking it in like she was watching a romcom, live and in person.

Molly tossed her head back. “HA! Don’t, Sherlock! It doesn’t work anymore.”

“Why doesn’t it work anymore?” Angela asked, riveted.

Molly sat her glass down. “Well see, about a year ago, I get this phone call…”

“I had no choice, Molly, you know that,” Sherlock interrupted.

She waved him off. “I know, I know. Back to what I was saying…” Then Molly launched into the tale of Eurus, leaving out the parts about her being Sherlock’s sister and killing his childhood friend, she basically just gave the pertinent points. “He came round my flat two days later, explaining that he didn’t mean to hurt me and we’ve been fine ever since,” she said, finishing the story, a satisfied look on her face.

Angela, on the other hand, looked crushed. “That’s it?”

“Yes,” Molly answered. “What were you expecting?”

“You two aren’t a couple?”

Molly laughed, a little too loudly in John’s opinion. “Oh, good God no!”

Sherlock didn’t appear amused at all.

“But…but…” poor Angela tried to form a sentence, but seemed too heartbroken to continue.

“It’s not that ridiculous, Molly,” Sherlock said, draining his glass.

She turned to him and said, “Yes it is. Worse than that, it’s impossible.”

“And why is that?” he asked, obviously offended. “Once was a time, Molly…” Again, his voice dropped an octave and John considered dousing the man with a glass of water.

“Yes, once was a time… But that time is no more,” she said emphatically.

“Are you absolutely certain, Dr. Hooper?” Sherlock said, his voice dripping with so much sexuality, it was actually embarrassing.

Molly opened her mouth to respond, but John tried to pull everyone’s attention to him as he stood. “Go to the restroom with me, Sherlock.”

Not taking his eyes off of Molly, Sherlock replied, “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Why not?”

The detective turned and sneered. “Because we aren’t fourteen year old girls.”

“I need to…” Damnit… He couldn’t think of an excuse. Then one hit him. “I need you to look at a mole on my back!” Oh, bugger, that’s stupid and a little gross.

“Shouldn’t you see a dermatologist for that, John?” Molly asked, looking concerned.

“No, no. He’s right. I can spot a melanoma from twenty yards,” the detective said as he stood. “Lead the way.”

John breathed a sigh of relief as they walked to the men’s lav.

Once they reached the hallway outside the restroom, John grabbed his friend’s arm. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You asked me to come…”

“No, you idiot. With Molly. Stop flirting with her, stop it with the voice trick and for the love of God, don’t try to convince her to fall in love with you again. It’s cruel!” he said in a frustrated whisper.

“I’m not…” He paused, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Okay, fine. I was. But really, what’s wrong with it? We’re on a double date, are we not?”

“NO, no we’re not! This is me introducing my girlfriend to my two best friends. My two best friends who are NOT in a relationship and never will be. Those aren’t my words, Sherlock, they’re yours.”

John Watson may not be observant, but he had a good memory and he clearly remembered a very long and painful conversation between himself and his best friend not six months ago…

“I think might have made a mistake, John,” Sherlock said as they sat in Baker Street one afternoon.

“About what?”

“Telling Molly that I didn’t mean it when I said I loved her,” the detective explained.

“You… do love her?”

“Maybe?” he answer, confused.

John sighed. “You know, if you were anyone else, if Molly were anyone else, I’d say go for it. See if it works. See how you feel. But this isn’t a good idea, Sherlock.”

“You don’t think…”

“I’d say, in this case, maybe isn’t good enough.”

They went back and forth for over an hour, Sherlock trying to express his feelings, John trying to figure out if his friend was really in love or just lonely.

Finally frustrated and hurting for the other man, John said, “Molly’s been through enough. She deserves to be loved completely, Sherlock. If you can’t do that, then you have to let this go.”

Sherlock was lost in thought for a solid ten minutes; eventually he stood up and said, “I won’t ever pursue Molly Hooper. You’re right, John. We won’t be in a relationship. Ever.” It sounded like he was confirming it for himself, more than for John’s benefit.

He then went to the kitchen to start an experiment. John worried about the fallout, but there was none. Even though Sherlock spoke very little for the rest of the day, he acted completely normal the next time John saw him. And the first time the pair walked into the Path lab to ask for Molly’s assistance, it was as if nothing had changed. John was incredibly relieved.

“You’re right, of course,” Sherlock said, the same defeated tone in his voice that John remembered from six months before. Then he seemed to shake it off. “I just got carried away. You and Angela seem so happy and…” He cleared his throat and fiddled with his cufflinks. “I’ll apologise later, when I drop her home. She’ll understand; she always does.” He started to walk back toward the dining room. “Though I blame your new girl, John. She clearly ships us.”

“Ships?” John said, as he jogged to catch up with the man. “How do you know about shipping?”

“I know a lot of things.”

“Yeah, but ships?”

“I’m a man of the world, John. And I’ve been on Tumblr.”

John was happy to see that Sherlock seemed to be right back to his old self again.

But as soon as they reached the dining room once again, everything went straight to hell.

Molly was standing next to the table talking to a man who looked to be in his late thirties. Why does he look familiar? John wondered. He was average height, had light brown hair and brown eyes. He was also, unfortunately for him, pretty good looking. When he and Sherlock were about five feet from the table the man grabbed Molly around the waist, hugging her tightly and kissing her on the cheek.

John had no time to react. Sherlock took the man by his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. Molly tried to speak, but before anyone could do, well, anything, Sherlock had punched the man square in the mouth.

“What the hell, Sherlock!?” Molly exclaimed.

The detective turned to her and said, “I don’t know why I ever listened to John. He’s always wrong!”

Molly looked horrified. “What?!”

“It’s not maybe, Molly. I do love you! And I won’t have some random man groping you during our date.” He finished it off, dramatically of course, by pulling her close and kissing her passionately. The whole scene looked like it had been scripted by some first year film student.

John groaned and Angela cheered as the restaurant staff tried to help the 'groper’ up off the floor. Thankfully he looked fine (except for the bloody lip).

The kiss ended, finally, and Molly stepped away, she seemed a bit bewildered. She walked over to the man and asked if he was okay. Sherlock looked crestfallen. The man nodded as Molly whispered to him while she examined his lip. Seemingly satisfied, she turned her attention back to Sherlock.

“Can you explain what that was about?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

“Ah, well… you see…” he trailed off, never really finishing the sentence.

“Great. Suddenly you can’t speak.” She turned to look at John. “Any idea?”

“He’s an idiot?” John said.

“Yeah, I get that. But why did he just punch my cousin Bernard?”

Angela simply couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Oh God! He’s so stupidly in love with you he didn’t even recognise the family resemblance! It’s so freaking adorable!” she practically squealed and John wondered if he could break up with her on the ride home, or would he have to wait until the next day.

Molly looked at Sherlock. “Is that true?”

A hushed silence fell as the entire restaurant seemed to be waiting for the answer.

“Yes,” he returned in a small voice.

“And when did you realise this? Was it the squirrels, because that was mostly just dumb luck.”

“It was not and you know it,” he said. “And I’ve been thinking about it for…” The last words were mumbled, completely unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

He sighed. “First of all, I need to make it clear that this is entirely John Watson’s fault. He said I shouldn’t pursue a relationship with you when I talked to him about it six months ago.”

Molly glared at John for a moment, then turned back to the detective. “Because you always listen to John.”

“About things of which I have no experience? Yes.”

“Continue, and make it good or I won’t try to talk Bernard out of pressing charges.”

He studied her for a long moment before moving toward her, taking her hands in his. “I’m sorry I punched your cousin in a… fit of jealous rage.” Molly nodded. “And I’m sorry that I asked an imbecile for dating advice.” She nodded again. “But mostly, I’m sorry I didn’t do all of this years ago. Forgive me, Molly.” He kissed her cheek then moved back to wait for her reply.

After several tense moments she said, “Okay. I suppose you’re forgiven. And you know very well how I feel about you, Sherlock. Don’t expect me to proclaim it in the middle of a restaurant with my injured cousin looking on.”

“I can accept that.”

“You’ll have to.” She turned and addressed Bernard. “You want us to run you to the hospital?”

“No! God no! And please don’t invite me to the wedding,” he said, slowly backing away.

“I’m going to go speak with the owner and try to intercept the police,” Sherlock said.

“Well, that was the best date I’ve ever had,” Angel said as she picked up her handbag.

“A day in the life…” John said, as he helped her with her jacket.

Molly walked up to him. “You told Sherlock Holmes not to ask me out?”

“Ah, yeah. I was worried that he would hurt you, Molls. You’re not mad, are you?” He laughed uncomfortably.

She grabbed her bag and wrap then said, “Let’s just say you have a long way to go if you want to be invited to the wedding, John Hamish Watson.” Then she stormed away.

“Bugger.”

“Oh, she’s pissed off,” Angela said, taking his arm. “Maybe avoid parks and hiking trails for a while. She seemed pretty keen about that squirrel trick.”

“How did your adventure start, Lloyd?”

“Well, I was walking home from school, and I passed the labor camp like I do every day–”

“Wait, what?”

“Anyway, I killed some guys, which was apparently breaking a treaty, but I just wanted a romantic moment with the Chosen One.”

“…and then what?”

“Then I went back to the village and everything was on fire. Apparently they were mad about those guys I killed.”

“…”

“So yeah, the village kicked me out.”

one day, when i was in fourth grade, they separated the girls from the boys, and all the girls had to watch a video about menstruation (which, incidentally, was so blatantly sponsored by one specific brand of menstrual products that it overshadowed absolutely everything else about the experience. moms counseling their daughters on their periods like ‘don’t worry honey, you can use kotex extra thin regular-length pads and it’ll still have the same great absorption–’ even ten-year-old me was like ‘wow guys, some subtlety here? this is insulting’)

anyway, point being: to this day, i do not know what the boys were taught.

it can’t be easy to talk to preteens about puberty (or in our case, to plop down a bunch of preteens in front of a screen and aggressively buzz market sanitary napkins at them), so i guess i can see the argument for keeping the genders separate

(or keeping the people who will probably have first-hand experience with menstruation separate from those who won’t, if we’re acknowledging trans kids and nonbinary kids, which late-nineties rural illinois certainly did not)

but in retrospect, is it a little messed up that we never got to know what the other group learned? i mean, probably it’s symptomatic of much larger problems re: american public school sex ed. maybe they were worried 10-year-olds couldn’t handle this knowledge, or that parents would be scandalized at the thought of their kids seeing medical drawings of testes or ovums or whatever. maybe they just didn’t think it would be relevant.

but nearly 50% of the population is gonna menstruate at some point, probably many times over multiple decades. it feels like everyone should have some basic understanding, regardless of whether or not they’ve got a womb. certainly it’s more relevant to day-to-day life on this planet than memorizing all 50 state capitols. so why the secrecy? what did they think they were protecting us from?

more importantly: what branded products were they secretly pressuring the other fifty percent of my classmates to buy? deodorant? shaving gel? skateboards? I WILL NEVER EVER KNOW.

Love Letter

“Matchmaking” square for Red Team Bingo

Summary:
Grif should never have written anything down. Grimmons, based on this brilliant idea and sketch from @sabishiita​.

Hey Simmons,

You’ll never hear this from me but-

Grif crossed out the note.

Doc wanted me to do this stupid fucking exercise to let out my feelings on paper and I told him it was stupid and now I’m doing it anyway. Fuck.

He didn’t know why Doc was suddenly taking an interest in his mental health. Grif should’ve been wary of him after the last time the group had a therapy session, but Grif really didn’t know what to say to Simmons. This was as good an idea as any.

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Here it is!  The fic I was working on haha.  It’s technically for Valentine’s Day but I couldn’t think of a good idea but then today I was struck by the urge to write this filth. (it’s got enemas, daddy kink, and light ageplay, bjs, ass eating etc. so if that’s not your thing maybe skip this one).  Anyway, without further ado, my incredibly belated SangBum Valentine’s Day fic…

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fic: the trace of pleasure or regret, (5/5)

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Ao3

When Rose had agreed to come to Shareen’s wedding, she was excited - not just for her friend, and to see her old mates, but for where the evening reception might lead. She’d considered that maybe she’d get the Doctor flirting with her, get him up dancing, show him off a bit to her mates. She’d hoped that maybe, when they got home, he’d give her a kiss goodnight again.

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Trust

Request


You had told Joe that you weren’t going to be able to go on holiday with him and the boys as you had a weeks worth of meetings for potential projects, but when one of the projects fell through, the end of your week freed up. 

You got in contact with Caspar and told him that you wanted to fly down to South Africa to surprise Joe and he instantly backed you up.

You had packed your bags and were in the air later that night. Caspar said that Josh was going to take the boys site seeing and he’d meet you at the airport and take you back to the house they were all staying at.

“Hey Y/N!” Caspar shouted as you made eye contact with him. 

“Hi Casp” You said embracing him in a hug. 

“Joe is going to be so excited that you’re here! He’s been bummed for the past couple of days” 

“Really, he missed me that much?” you questioned as you walked towards baggage claim. 

“Yes Y/N your boyfriend misses you” Caspar said sarcastically, “Josh actually texted me an hour ago saying they were home so looks like you’ll have more time to relax before we go out for dinner.”

“Thats good, that flight wore me out, I might need a nap” You laughed while you waited for your bags.


“There you are buddy!” Oli yelled causing the other boys to look over at the front door where Caspar had just walked in from.

“Where did you disappear to all day?” Joe asked as he strained his neck to looking over at his mate without having to sit up on the couch. 

“Sorry, I had to go pick up someone” Caspar spoke.

“Someone or something?” Josh asked, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Someone…” Caspar said as he stepped aside as you made your way into the house. 

“Hi”

“Holy shit Y/N!” Joe said practically rolling himself off the couch as he tried to get up and make his way over to you. 

“Hi love” You said giving him a quick kiss and a hug. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had meetings all week?”

“One of the projects fell through and that freed up a lot of my time so I thought I would come surprise you”

The sound of laughter came from outside by the pool causing everyone to turn their heads as the laughter increased in volume. 

“Does anyone want to go for a swim before we head of out dinner?” One of the girl said after she had calmed her laughter. 

She looked around the room, the boys nodded but she was only interesting in one. 

“What about you Joe?” She asked her eyes flickering to Joe’s arm around your waist. 

“Nah my girlfriend just got here and she’s probably exhausted” Joe said tightening the grip around your waist slightly. 

“Suit yourself” She said walking further into the house and to the room she was staying in, the other 2 girls following her. 

You watched as they disappeared into their room, their door shutting behind them. 

“So what do you wanna do love?” Joe asked bringing your attention back to him. 

“Um let me unpack and then we can hang out by the pool I guess, I just don’t want to get in.” you watching the other boys get up and walk to their assigned rooms. 

“Alright love, or we could sneak off and relax” Joe whispered in your ear before he grabbed your bag and you hand and led your down to his room. 

You and Joe caught up while he laid on the bed and watched you unpack, the sound of girly giggles floated through the open window not caring if they interrupted your conversation. 

You caught Joe looking at the window, watching his mates splash around in the pool with the girls, a slight frown on his face. 

“You can go out there” you said nodding your head towards the window when Joe looked back over at you. 

“No I’m fine, I wanna spend time with you.” 

“You don’t have to sit and watch me unpack. Go out and enjoy the nice weather” 

Joe jumped off the bed and made his way over to you and kissed your cheek quickly “I’m glad your here” he said before walking out the the side door and over to his mates. 

“Yeah sure you are” you mumbled to yourself as you continued to unpack.


“Hey Y/N!” Oli said as you emerged from your room “How was your flight?”

“You know I hate flying, especially by myself” You said taking a seat next to Joe on the ground. 

“Thats why you should’ve flown out with love” Joe said sarcastically which made you to give him a look. 

“It was a pretty good flight though, got a lot of work done.” you said leaning back on your palms. 

You turned your attention over to the girls who were splashing each other and Caspar and Josh. Joe had also been watching them play on the other side of the pool. 

“So Y/N what do you think of South Africa so far” Oli said drawing the two of you back to him. He must have noticed the slight shift in your expression after you saw where Joe’s attention had been.


You and Joe walked back into his room, you threw your purse on the bed and kicked your shoes off. 

“What is going on with you?” Joe asked shutting the door behind him even though the two of you were alone in the house. The two of you had decided to go home instead of going out for a few drinks with the others. 

Dinner hadn’t been the best, the girls blatantly flirting with Joe in front of you and Joe doing nothing to stop it. 

“Whats going on with me? What has been going on the past 3 days that I haven’t been here” You said harshly trying not to completely blow up on Joe. 

“What are you taking about?” 

“Did you not even notice what those girls were doing at dinner?”

“Y/N we were just talking. Am I not allowed to talk to people?”

“You weren’t just talking Joe and neither were they. Who are they anyway and why are their 3 girls living in this house too?” You were getting angry but decided to pace the room to let off a bit of steam. 

“I don’t know Caspar and Josh know them, why are you getting jealous, nothing is going on if thats what you think.” 

“How am I suppose to believe that nothing is happening when all they do is flirt with you and you don’t do anything to stop it?” You sat down on the bed. You were honestly exhausted from the flight and just wanted to lay down and relax with your boyfriend but instead you were fighting with him. 

“What..what do you mean? Do you not trust me?” His voice cracking softly.

“I don’t know Joe, maybe I shouldn’t have come here” You said falling back onto the bed trying to conceal the tears that were spilling from your eyes. 

“Y/N,” Joe said crossing the room and sitting next to you on the bed. “Look I’m sorry that these girls are here but I can’t exactly kick them out. I don’t know them and its not my house. But listen to me when I saw nothing is going on, you can ask any of the boys, I’ve just been waiting around until the day we go home so I can see you again” 

You allowed Joe pull you up off the bed and pull you into a hug. “I’m sorry that I don’t do anything to stop them from flirting but I just ignore it and hope they catch on, which it doesn’t look like they have.” 

“You do that a lot you know, ignore things and hope it just goes away” You said wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah I know, I should probably work on that”

“I’m sorry, sorry that I didn’t trust you and think that you would cheat on me.” You said looking down at your lap. 

“Love you know I would never do that honestly. You are the only one I want to be with and I would put up one hell of a fight to make sure that you stay in my life” Joe said pulling you in closer and resting his forehead on yours. 

“Good” You said moving your head to kiss him gently. 

You went to pull away but Joe’s hand was quick to pull you back in. 

“I’m not do yet, I haven’t seen my girlfriend in 3 days” He said after the kiss. 

“You know what else we haven’t done in 3 days” you smirked, silently thanking yourself for dragging Joe back instead of going out with everyone. 

“We probably have a few hours by ourselves still” He said pushing you back on to the bed and hovering over you, “And I’ve really missed you Y/N” He said placing a deep kiss on your lips as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. 

yall singlets really like romanticizing DID, huh? and i don’t mean by making atrocious movies like Split, no - Split’s a whole ‘nother level altogether. i mean y’all really like making content in which your ‘fave’ has “different personalities” that really only exhibit the feelings and interests of that person, and then go ahead and ship them with themselves which feels fetishistic? idk but i usually only see Those “sinful!!!” Straights do this shipping part of it.

but anyway, y’all often times don’t even know what DID is - it’s dissociative identity disorder, a defense mechanism against horrific, repetitive childhood trauma by the brain splitting the child’s identity into two or more distinct people/personalities (called alters) in order to cope. prominent symptoms not including the two or more personalities of it include dissociative amnesia, impairment of an individual’s ability to do day to day things, cPTSD, and so many other things.

like y’all just make your faves interact with these ‘different personalities’ and do silly shenanigans, but they don’t… struggle like we do. they may have depression or anxiety, but it’s not the same.

it’s nice that y’all are having fun with it and everything but idk i just feel like. you’re taking something away from a community that’s already scarce with support throughout media and irl too. like those characters don’t… experience life with the flashbacks, the fear, the constant change in everything that you are - not even being sure who ‘you’ really are. the refusal to eat, the difficulty of looking at a mirror because “this body isn’t yours”. god, the dissociation; not being here one day, then suddenly coming to hours later, maybe days or months or years later. being disoriented when switching, switching because of the littlest things - a name, a song, a smell, a posture. hell, i never know who’s dealing with collateral damage after someone’s out anymore - me or the alters?? 

the constant denial of you and of your alters’ existence. the pain, the anger, the hurt. 

i’m not saying that DID is this awful terrible horror-story thing to have, it’s just.. hard. i hate that our struggles are always disregarded, always ignored, never even brought into the light. sometimes i wish that DID was like how y’all portrayed it, but fact of the matter is that it isn’t. maybe on some good days it could resemble something close to it, but in the long run it will never be like that. 

Meryl Davis And Charlie White, Vancouver Olympics 2010 (Original Dance)

Aw, remember Original Dance? For its last Olympic hurrah, Meryl and Charlie gave us what to this day may be the only Bollywood-inspired program that doesn’t heavily utilize Jai frickin’ Ho. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Jai Ho, I’m just tired of it and would like to hear more catchy songs from actual Bollywood musicals)

ANYWAY. These costumes were and are solid. They didn’t just do their idea of Indian dance, they did their research and it shows. Even the fabrics are right!

I love those colors on Meryl, and seriously Charlie just went completely authentic, pretty much. Both creative and respectful, and all-around fabulous.

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Mulder’s Journal

Entry One (Millennium):

Scully,  Dana,

I’ve been sitting here for close to an hour now, just trying to find the words. Trying to figure out how to tell you what I learned today.

And then I remembered. You wrote to me in a journal, once. Maybe it’s fitting that I do the same, now. At the very least, maybe it will help me make sense of things enough in my head that I can tell you out loud. Once I can find the words, then I just have to find the courage to say them.

Unfortunately, that might be the hardest part.

Maybe it’s because I’m not ready to believe it yet, myself. More likely it’s because I can’t bring myself to do anything that might dampen the beautiful light in your eyes. You’ve been through more than enough pain for one lifetime; how could I possibly justify causing you more?

Jesus, you’re not even here and I’m still stalling.

Okay. Here it is in black and white: There’s something wrong with my brain. I’m sick.

The doctors don’t know what it is, but as of today, they know some of the things it’s not. It’s not cancer or an aneurysm. It’s not whatever happened before with the artifact. It’s not multiple sclerosis or Lou Gehrig’s or Alzheimer’s. I should be relieved, but… better the devil you know, right?

So, they don’t know what’s wrong with me. They’re going to do some more tests soon. And I know I should tell you. Hell, if it were you, I’d want to know. When you were sick, before, I hated being in the dark. So I get it, and I’ll tell you. I will. It’s just…

You were so happy this morning. It’s a brand new year, and we wrapped up that case last night (zombies, Scully, we fought actual zombies and won, I just want you to remember that), and then it was so late by the time we got back to my apartment that you actually stayed over. You woke up in my bed this morning, which is undeniably the best way I’ve ever started a new year, and I got to make you breakfast (not bad for a guy with one fully functional arm) and take you back to bed again after. It was too perfect to ruin, to tell you that I had an appointment to get my brain checked out this afternoon. And then after, once I had my laundry list of non-answers… I still don’t know how to break it to you.

I’m a coward, Dana. You’ll be here soon, and I had every intention of telling you tonight, and writing this out was supposed to help, but all it’s done is remind me how beautiful your smile is, how happy you’ve been these past few weeks. I can’t take that away from you. Not yet. Besides, maybe the doctors will have more answers for me after the next appointment. It can wait a little longer.

I’ll tell you soon. I promise. Just not yet.

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“I Want You”--Imagine #15

Anonymous asked: Request for an imagine where he gets is angry/upset and you are the only one that can really calm him down, maybe someone has to come get you from class or whatever and you calm him and everything. thanks :)

A/N: Did this from C/n’s POV. Hope you don’t mind. Sorry that this one was so long. I couldn’t help myself. ;) If you guys want a part 2 to this I would love to write one. Just let me know!!! :)) Keep dreaming!~Logan

C/f/n: Crush’s friend’s name


C/n’s POV

“Come on, boys! Get your heads in the game!” I heard Coach yell at us from the side of the court. “C/n, stop fooling around! You think we’re gonna win a game if you keep missing the net?”

Sometimes, I hated practice. I mean, don’t get me wrong, basketball was a sport that brought me lots of joy. But Coach wasn’t exactly someone who went easy on you if you were having a bad day. And I had a lot of those. 

Not that I was particularly in a bad mood a lot of days, but I was hard on myself a lot. So, it didn’t help when Coach nagged me about the things I already knew I was having a hard time with. Sometimes, during practice or even a game, it became extremely hard for me to hold in the anger and frustration that I felt towards myself. No one seemed to understand why my eyes would get red and watery during a game, even though I tried telling C/f/n that I got so mad at myself I felt like crying. I thought he’d understand but when he messed up he wasn’t affected by it, so he didn’t understand the anger that bubbled up inside me when I made a mistake, no matter how great or small. 

I flung the ball towards the net the way I’d learned to do it, but instead of making a whooshing sound, it banged against the backboard and fell to the floor with a mocking echo. 

We were practicing free-throws, and the rational part of me knew my team wasn’t paying attention to how badly I was doing, but I couldn’t calm down. The mounting frustration was gaining momentum inside of me. 

As I was waiting for C/f/n to finish his turn at free-throws, Coach marched over to me. He pulled me away from the rest of the boys.

“C/n, what the hell’s going on with you, huh?” He demanded.

“I’m sorry, Coach, I guess my concentration is a little off. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night thanks to studying for exams,” I explained, pleading with my eyes that he’d let me off easy. 

“Well, I understand that studying can take a long time. But we’re not worrying about that right now. When you’re on the court, you’re supposed to be one-hundred percent focused on the game. I’m not seeing that from you. I need that from you, c/n, okay?” 

I nodded, feeling myself start to lose control of my emotions. He slapped me on the back, signalling me to get back to practicing. 

I thought I could get myself to do better. But throw after throw was either a little too much to the left, or too much to the right. My anger was now coursing through my veins. 

“You’ll get it, man, don’t worry,” C/f/n encouraged. 

“Fuck this,” I mumbled, throwing my ball to the side, not caring where it landed. 

“Get back on the court, young man!” I heard Coach yell after me as I stormed away, eyes watering from anger and disappointment in myself.

Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck me. 

I slammed my way into the locker room, sitting on one of the wooden benches. Tearing off my shirt, I slammed my fist down onto the hard wood in anger. What was wrong with me, why couldn’t I get anything right? My breathing was shallow, my eyes threatening to water my cheeks with tears. Roughly, I rubbed at them, and took pleasure in the sting it left. Hunched over, I gave in. My body shook from the sobs that escaped my mouth. 

“God, I hate this. Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I croaked out, rocking back and forth, eyes squeezed shut. 

That’s when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from the back, followed by soft lips caressing my neck. I knew those lips, those gentle hands that wrapped around my bare, quaking body. 

“Shh, c/n,” she whispered to me, her hot breath warming the back of my neck. 

I stopped my rocking, and turned to face her. 

“What are you doing here,” I rasped, my throat hoarse from trying to contain my loud sobs. 

“C/f/n got me from class. Told me you were having a rough day,” She said, stepping over the low bench and crouching between my legs. 

Those sweet e/c eyes penetrated my soul when I looked down into them. It unsettled me but in a good way. She saw me for who I was when she looked at me. She saw past all the walls that I built up. My walls weren’t strong enough to resist her gentle ways. She never judged me. We were best friends, but sometimes, the way she held me and comforted me made me feel like she was trying to tell me something she was too scared to say out loud through her actions. The same thing I was too much of a coward to say to her.

The soft pads of her fingertips glided over my temples, and rested on my jaw as she propped her elbows on my knees. 

“Practice was just–I–” I almost started crying again but she ran her thumb over my bottom lip. 

The gesture felt so impossibly good, I almost forgot my frustration. Almost.

“Hey, hey. Shhh. Take a deep breath, okay?” She crooned, stroking my cheeks, brushing away the tears that had fallen before she came. 

I took a deep, shaky breath and immediately felt a lot better. 

“Now, tell me why you got so angry at yourself?” She pushed gently, concern clear in her shining eyes. 

The fact that she understood immediately that I was angry at myself and not the actual thing I was doing made me want to wrap her in my arms. Not that this was the first time she calmed me down. In fact, she’d done it ever since one game when she had caught me sniffling in the hallway of the school we were playing at, waiting for my mom to pick me up since we had a shortage of cars. 

“I was doing horribly at free-throws. And the last game I played was one of my worst. And yesterday night, I stayed up until four in the morning studying for exams, and I feel so drained, y/n,” my voice broke at the end. 

Instead of telling me to not cry she took my trembling hands and pulled me gently to the ground. She situated herself so she was straddling my lap, my back pressed against the lockers. As I began sobbing, she wrapped her hands gingerly around my head, pulling me to her chest. Even though she was on top of me, I felt like she was the one who was protecting me. I let my body lean into her and, after a few minutes, my sobbing ebbed away. I looked up at her, my tear-stained face probably looking blotchy as hell. 

“You are so,” she seemed to be trying not to cry herself. “So–precious,” she forced out with a breath that fanned my face, engulfing me in the sweet mint smell of her breath. 

My grip on her tightened, pressing her body even closer, if that was possible, to me. I memorized the way she felt against me. Her soft curves caressed my bare torso in the most heavenly way and I closed my eyes in pleasure. She placed a kiss to the top of my head, rubbing circles on the back of my neck gently with her fingernails. 

I buried my face in her chest, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intimacy of the position my head was in. Her ministrations to my neck faltered for a moment and I thought I felt her shiver.

“I”m so tired of trying to be perfect,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“But you already are. You’re perfect to me. Without even trying,” she whispered, her voice raspy and a bit unsteady.

Was it because of the way I was holding her to me? No, that couldn’t be it. There’s no way I could have that effect on such an amazing girl like her. She was far too good for me, and way out of my league. Still her words stunned me. 

I looked up into those ethereal eyes of hers again, knowing that if I wanted to know what she truly desired I would have to look into her eyes. Her eyes had betrayed her on so many occasions. Like when I asked if she wanted more ice cream as we hung out at my place, and she refused but I gave her more because there was no mistaking the want in her eyes. Or when we watched movies at her place and even with a pile of blankets on her, she was still cold. I asked her if she wanted me to cuddle her to warm her up and of course she shook her head with a bashful grin. I cuddled her anyway, because her eyes told me, dared me to come closer. And I knew by the contented sigh she let out after I did that she wanted it. 

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” I whispered, my voice barely loud enough to hear over the hum of the heating system. 

The intensity in her eyes, the burning passion and desire that simmered in those e/c orbs was what gave me the courage to do what I had dreamed of doing since the day I saw her cheering me on at one of my games. 

I sneaked a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down, stopping as she was centimeters from my lips. We shared one glorious moment. It was fleeting but it felt like we stayed frozen there for years. In that moment, her mint breath mingled with my own, the baby-soft skin of her neck trembling beneath my hand, our eyes glazed with need, piercing into each other’s souls, me savoring the way the fingertip of her index finger left a trail of fire down my jawline.

And then it was wet heat, and labored breathing, and hands that hungrily explored the planes of each other’s bodies. 

My body shook with pleasure as her warm palms dragged down my naked, firm chest to my abdomen. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips as she applied her fingertips to my sensitive skin, gently grazing down, down, down. 

“Holy shit, y/n,” I croaked out in a gasp, before she hastily took my bottom lip into her mouth and grazed it with her teeth, then moved her lips back over mine impatiently. 

I loved this side of her that was showing itself, the side of her that took what she wanted.

“Yes, oh god. I want you,” she moaned into my mouth.

 Oh god, I needed more of her. I wanted to swallow her whole. She was so sinfully enticing, so heavenly pleasurable to feel against me. I couldn’t stop my selfish hands. They were greedy with the need to feel her. All of her. 

They traveled down her arched back, stopping just above her ass. A strangled whimper vibrated into my mouth from hers, and that’s all the encouragement I needed. My hands flew to her ass, grabbing the soft, but firm cheeks, and giving them a hard squeeze. Her lips parted from mine, as her head lolled back slightly in pleasure and a raspy moan flew from her lips. Her nails–those fucking nails–scratched me hard, leaving angry red marks on the skin above my sport shorts. Pleasure and pain made me capture her lips again, gently asking for entrance again to the hot cavern of her mouth. She obliged immediately, and I ran my tongue over hers, tasting like I was starving, her minty tasting tongue fighting against mine for dominance. I always did find her stubbornness sexy. 

As if she wasn’t torturing me enough already, she arched her back and pressed her chest into me more. The movement made her grind into me, and I couldn’t help moving against her, a loud gasp falling from my lips mixing with her own, my head banging against the metal locker behind me in pleasure. 

“Oh–oh, oh god, y/n, we have to stop,” I forced out, my body trembling with the need to feel her. 

Her fingers started playing with the waistband of my shorts, and I forced myself to open my eyes. 

Big mistake. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth hanging open slightly, still wet from our tongue war. But that wasn’t what made me go insane. No, it was when she raked her eyes over my nude torso, to look at me. Her pupils were large and her irises were darkened by lust. She was giving me full-on bedroom eyes. 

“Why?” 

That was it. I was certifiably driven insane by her. Her eyebrows were raised, and she cocked her head to the side. The tone of her voice was so innocent, too innocent, while also thick with lust and desire. The combination of the two was too much for me. But I wished I could listen to her talk to me all the time that way. Her voice was already naturally sexy, but that. That was dripping with a silent command to take her to the bedroom. 

“Jesus fucking christ, y/n,” I croaked, my voice shaky with desire. “We have to stop, because as much as I’d like to take you back to my house and continue what we’re doing in my bedroom, I don’t want to treat you like that. You’re so important to me. And I want to start this relationship out like a gentleman and continue being a gentleman all throughout it. So, we have to stop, because I’m gonna take you on a proper date,” I finished, knowing I’d have to take, like, an hour long ice-cold shower and listen to that hour-long loop of cotton eye joe before I could get my body under control again. 

She leaned in, giving me a sweet and sensual kiss, her lips slightly swollen and soft as ever.

“You may think you still have to reach perfection, but baby, you’re already there,” she whispered into my ear, nipping my lobe before pulling back and rising off me. 

She reached out a hand, and I embarrassedly rose, realizing the lower half of my body was no longer hidden by hers and she could see full well the effect she was having on me.

I lifted my eyes to her, my cheeks flushed. Her eyes flitted to mine, but not before I saw she was looking exactly where I was hoping she wouldn’t be. She cleared her throat, a smile tugging at her lips. 

She circled her arms around me, and I immediately did the same, burying my nose in her hair, as she laid her head on my bare chest. I was glad she wasn’t scared off. I was afraid she might be, once the realization hit her of what we’d done. But here she was, gentle as ever, stroking my back. Even her hugs were sensual. I laid my head on top of hers, feeling so safe and protected in her arms.

The whole rest of the day we kept sharing knowing smiles and winks as we passed each other in the hall.

And that evening when I showed up at her door, and asked her out like I’d said I would her face lit up brighter than the sun. I spun her around as her infectious laughter filled the air and my heart up with contentment. 

As much as she kept whispering in my ear how perfect I was as we stood there holding each other, she was the one who was flawless. 

She was perfection itself.

anonymous asked:

I know you mostly do jupeter, but you said you started listening to the bright sessions recently, so can you maybe do something cute and fluffy with Caleb and Adam?

For the record, you have @tane-p to thank for getting me started on the Bright Sessions. I pretty much shotgunned the entire series in about a week? Two weeks? But pretty fast. That in mind, I might have missed a few details or characterization, especially if it happened in their character instagram accounts and the like. So bear with me.

(Also, I legit had a moment of “What are they teaching high school seniors these days?” so I just borrowed some analysis I did from my senior year, because I can.)


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I was having one of those days where I was trying to decide the best bridge to let off, when I thought, hey, you know what? I’ll check Pug’s blogs. So I did, and it made my day. Recently, my life has been pretty rough. Parents are trying to throw me out, moved away from my only friend and such. Anyway, your blog has cheered me immensely, and I cannot thank you enough for what you do. So as a token of my appreciation, I made some fanart of your three blogs, and you. I hope you like it.


(( Oh my gosh THANK YOU!! This looks GREAT man! ))
(( I’m really really sorry to hear you’re having such a rough time, I hope everything gets better for you soon. I’m glad to know my blogs are helping you out, though! ))
(( Seriously, thank you so so much for making this, it means a lot. Hope my blogs keep making your days a little bit brighter! ))
(( Stay strong! ))