who knows no nose

Whenever I blow my nose, I always take a deep breath so I can blow with Maximum Force™. This isn’t a big deal, except when my hands move faster than my mind and I have the Kleenex too close to my mouth, so instead of taking a deep breath, I end up sucking in the Kleenex and half suffocating myself.


Here’s another unbelievably late giveaway gift, this time for @redcole, who requested awkward nose bumps during a first kiss! I know this took me forever to complete, and I’m terribly sorry, but i hope you like it anyway! 

where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.

The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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Unknown: (grab his nose or boop it?)

Yoosung: What are you d– oh!

definitely boop it

why isn’t there a dinosaur emoji. my jurassic park loving ass wants a trex skull or some shit and the closest thing i got is Shenron from DBZ 🐉 and honestly ok amongst the animal emojis we got 🦑giant squids 🐄🐂🐃 three types of cattle 🐤🐣🐥three chicks, why there’s 3 idek who knows but we got 3 🐽a damn pig nose 🐭🐹🐀🐁 4 types of rats 🦄unicorns which ain’t even real but no dinosaurs? fuck it. shenron is the dinosaur emoji now y'all until apple sorts its shit out. what up everyone Jurassic Park is my favorite movie 🐉🐲🐉🐲🐉🐲

fivefootmain  asked:

Is there any particular reason my dog likes to go into my trash and tear apart used menstruation products?

They’ve got to be some of the most interesting things a dog could find in the house. They smell like you - and they smell directly of hormones and things related to reproductive cycle, which dogs get a ton of information about through smell - and they also smell like blood and bodily secretions and just generally everything gross and interesting a dog would love to stick their nose in. 

i know dogs who eat them, or those who chew on them, or those who stash them. It’s not uncommon, just super embarrassing when they, idk, pull one out of the trash and proudly carry it around the house in front of all your high school guy friends. >.<

Anonymous said: Can you do a monty imagine we’re he finds his girlfriend on the list (you can chose what for) and he gets really pissed of at Alex and fights him about it then the reader and monty end up in smut (or whatever your comfortable with ) xxx

Author’s Note: I tried to do pre-smut, but it didn’t really work out. Sorry!

Originally posted by wood-chris

Monty X Reader

You’re sitting in class when a piece of folded up paper gets tossed onto your desk. Half asleep, you blink blearily at it before Monty gently kicks one of the legs to your chair. And glancing at him, he smirks before gesturing to the piece of paper.

What is it? He mouths since the teacher is too busy droning on and on.

You shrug before fully sitting up, stretching in your seat and then reaching for the paper. Unfolding it, you scoff at what you see. It’s someone’s lame attempt at a Who’s Hot- n -Who’s Not, pitting the female population of Liberty High against one another. And not one to give these type of things more than a second glance, you crumble up the piece of paper and walk it over to the trashcan.

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Thank you so much. There’s so many people I want to thank- Chris Uhlmann and Steve Lewis who wrote the book that Secret City was based on. Thank you for your generosity and also for allowing Harry to become Harriet so that I could play her.”

anonymous asked:

hi i know you're writing that supercorp story (which is my entire life btw you're amazing) so i don't know if you're taking random prompts. if yes can you do a supercorp + the classic having to share a bed? i don't know the context. And in my mind they are clueless about the others feelings

the conference starts really well. she’s managed to convince one very nice waitress to leave a tray of spring rolls at her table and, even better, the table happens to be at central city’s biggest conference of the year. which she is covering. which means, best of all, that she gets three days out of the office and away from snapper, who still—in his own words—thinks she’s “a boring, beamish, biased blabber-mouth” and, unlike with cat, kara is pretty sure that he means every word of it. and he isn’t even pleased at his own alliteration! who isn’t pleased by alliteration? she doesn’t get it. but that’s who he is, and she just has to buck up and remember that literally nothing pleases him and she just has to work twice as hard to make sure that the article she writes about this conference will be worth something.

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Cigarettes, Whiskey, Love

Note: thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy! also, I tried to make it an angst fic at 3:40am, yikes! .c

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could make a Bucky one-shot where he’s mega stubborn and refuses to quit a bad habit and include something like “I don’t care anymore cause either way I’m gonna lose you” thank you so much I love your work 

Originally posted by livvy1800

Smoke filled his lungs, the burning sensation sending a shiver down his spine along with the cold temperatures outside. He blows it out into the night, his eyes searching for someone he was positive he’d never see again. All he could think about was where he went wrong. How could he let this happen? Why couldn’t he just be with you and let himself be happy? That’s all he wanted. So why didn’t he let himself accept love? Your love.

His eyes were lifeless, his lungs full of another large inhale of smoke that clawed at his insides. Every puff he took, the orange butt lit up brightly as he held it between the lips he kissed you with just weeks before tonight. It was a bad habit that he didn’t care to quit. He was stubborn that way. But he’d take up every bad habit to numb the pain.

He didn’t care about anything anymore. Alcohol was his third bad habit, one he could drown himself in-desperately trying to drown out his mistakes and past, and his chance at a future. He wasn’t sure how it happened. Everything was fine and then one day he woke up next to the love of his life and felt like he didn’t deserve someone so beautiful and caring. 

Everything about him was destruction, he thought. How could anyone believe otherwise? You tried to make him see that he wasn’t a bad person, no matter what happened in his past. You accepted him for who he is. No more, no less. You didn’t expect him to be completely fine right off the bat, but you thought you’d at least be able to help him through his struggles and walk beside him through the long journey ahead of him. But things don’t work out how you wish them to.

Bucky dropped his nearly finished cigarette on the sidewalk, using the toe of his boot to stomp out the light. He opened the door to the bar he calls a second home as of late, the bell above ringing as he entered. It was mostly empty, given it was 10pm and it closes at midnight. Though most people preferred the club not too far down the block instead of a run-down bar.

The older man behind the counter gave Bucky a warm smile, wiping his hands on the white towel draped over his shoulder. “How ya doin’? The usual?” He asks, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Bucky simply nodded and sat on the bar stool at the counter, watching Bernard fill his glass halfway, leaving the bottle beside it.

His eyes remained on the liquid, a deep sigh falling from his nostrils as he let his hand grasp the cup. Taking it to his lips that still had the lingering smell of smoke, he downed it in one gulp. He knew he couldn’t get drunk, but he could still feel the burn as he swallowed. That was enough for him to continue drinking.

Losing track of time, Bucky heard the bell ring on the door, signaling a customer. He didn’t dare look behind him. The gust of wind that followed the person inside let him know who was in here. Your perfume filled his nose and he forgot about everything at once. All except you. 

Bucky visibly tensed as he saw you take a seat on the bar stool next to him from the corner of his eye. It was silent for a few moments, your fingers tapping against the wood counter. Bernard walked over with a smile, greeting you. “Hello, Miss. What can I get you?” Bucky prepared himself for this moment. The moment he would hear your voice again. 

“I don’t drink.” You spoke softly, offering a small albeit forced smile. Oh how he remembers your voice so well. It jolted his heart in his chest, his blood pumping faster than ever before. Bernard nodded with the same smile and went back to cleaning up the far end of the counter, drying some glasses. 

Bucky could hear your intake of breath as you slowly tucked your hair behind your ear, a nervous tick he picked up on a few days after you two met. It feels so ancient now, thinking back to those days. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, Bucky poured himself some more. “That’s bad for you, you know.” You stated quietly, hoping you wouldn’t disturb the silence too much. 

He set the bottle back down and thought of something to say; anything. He grabbed the glass gently, swirling the liquid around inside before taking a sip. He relished the burn in his throat. “I don’t care anymore, ‘cause either way I’m gonna lose you.” His voice was rough and raspy, almost monotone.

Your heart sank in your chest, the pain was still there. Even seeing him made it hurt worse, when you thought it would help at least a little. You felt that in a way it did, but seeing him partake in bad habit making, you felt partially responsible. The evident smell of smoke let you know that alcohol consumption was not the only bad habit Bucky had picked up on.

“Why do you say that?” You asked, turning in the stool to face Bucky.  Because I already did, he thought to himself. He gulped down the rest of his drink and poured himself another glass. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked like he was having an internal battle with himself. Taking a chance and pulling courage out of thin air, you moved your hand towards Bucky and let it rest on his forearm. 

Bucky’s arm flexed under your hold, your touch sending electricity through his body. It made him feel again, something he’d lost the ability to do ever since that horrible day. He needed to get out of here, he needed to leave, to run away, flee, leave the country. But your soft whispers held him here. 

“Bucky,” His heart jolted again, catching him off guard and he felt his throat burning with emotions, “Can we talk about this?” You asked, feeling your eyes burn with tears. You missed having Bucky around. All the while you were helping him, he was helping you. You fell in love with him and you knew you’d spend the rest of your life with him if you could.

He broke your heart but you’d go through it all again if it meant you’d both share the same love for each other and those happy moments you held onto so dearly. Bucky was silent, opting to take another drink instead of answering your question. He wanted to talk about things; things that hurt him, things that bothered him, things that kept him awake at night, but he couldn’t.

Bucky slid off the bar stool and reached for his lighter in his coat pocket as he made his way to the door. You quickly followed after him, the rush of cool air hitting your face as you got outside, goosebumps biting at your skin. You watched as he pulled out a white box and your lip quivered. “Please, don’t do it.” You pleaded, your hands shook and your heart raced in your chest, the pain increasing by a tenfold.

He pulled out a cigarette and shoved the crinkled, almost empty box back in his pocket. The lighter flicked to life and he raised it to the cigarette held by those lips you loved to kiss so much, the flame lighting the butt. Bucky inhaled immediately and huffed out the smoke. Your eyes watched as a thin cloud disappeared in the wind and you held back a sob. 

“Bucky.” You tried to gain his attention, but it was no use. He stood there, taking inhale after inhale as he stared at the concrete. You took a deep breath and let your tears fall down your cheeks. “I just need to know if you love me.” You whispered, your voice sounding desperate and broken. 

A few moments passed and you thought you’d never hear his answer. Until he lifted his head and looked at the empty streets that were lit up by numerous lampposts. “I do love you, Y/N.” He breathed out, the smoke dancing around in front of him.

He willed his eyes to look over at you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bare to see those eyes of yours that he loved looking into any chance he got. He thought about all the different ways he loved your eyes. The way they wrinkled at the corners when you’d laugh at a stupid joke he told you. The way they held such intense feelings when you two made love. The way they calmed him down during the night, soothing him from those damned nightmares. The way they watered the day he left you.

It was silent-all but the low, soft classical piano music that sounded through the bar speakers outside the door. It reminded him of when you’d play him songs you learned throughout the years. Your small fingers dancing so gracefully across the beautiful instrument; he loved it. He loved everything about you. So why couldn’t he quit you? His number one habit.

Note: I truly hope you enjoyed this. feedback is always, always welcome! .c

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shallura analysis :: 1x10 “collection and extraction”

Previous analysis: episode one, episode two, episode three, episode four, [no episode five], episode six, episode seven, episode eight, episode nine

Behold the most shallura heavy episode in the series, and the one that made most of us start shipping these cuties. Since there’s so much interaction and so much to go over, it kind of goes without saying that this analysis gonna be pretty long - so I’m putting most of it under a read more. Now, without further ado, let’s begin.

The team is currently trying to access Sendak’s memories, something that deeply disrupted Shiro’s emotional state in the previous episode - similarly to Allura having to let go of her father - yet was the most dedicated to using Sendak’s memories. Allura mirrors this dedication, while simultaneously continuing the break against her father and what he would have approved of, shown in this exchange with Coran.

Allura: Somewhere inside Sendak’s memories we should be able to find the inside information that gives us the key to take down Zarkon.
Coran: I don’t think your father would approve of searching through an enemy’s memories.
Allura: I know, but we have to do everything we can to defeat Zarkon.

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Taehyung As Your Boyfriend

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Oh boy here’s my smol child pray for me a little~

Meeting Him:

  • Ok I see it going two ways to be honest
  • Either he’s blank Tae and you think he may slightly hate you but then you see him with his friends so you think he needs to warm up to you. 
  • OR
  • He is super nice and sweet and he pays attention to every word you say so you can’t HELP but think ‘wow I’m falling for him’
  • He texts you the most random stuff and you can’t help but question his sanity
  • Perfect for super duper duper deep conversations at like 3 AM
  • SUCH a good listener like I look up to him for how much eye contact he shares
  • Also good for when you need to hype up and you both jam to music weallknowwhatheslikeduringcypher
  • But will sing to you. Anytime anyday #blessed
  • Sarcastic af
  • You never know when you two go to far
  • He’ll fake being sad and pout all the time when you are sassy
  • He’s like a big brother tbh. I can see the big brother vibesss
  • But also a giant child

Asking You Out:

  • Ya’ll are just chilling outside one day and he just looks at you deeply and he just flat out says it. Maybe you notice his sweaty palms holding yours and his wide eyes and nervous lip bite holycow but you know you already say yes
  • Or you ask him out. Tbh you probably are both really clingy so you just flat out say you like him. 
  • PDA
  • Literally he looks at you like you’re his world
  • Talks about getting a pet to share
  • “Do you think that cars ever want to rest and for us to take them somewhere”
  • “What the heck Tae it’s 3 AM”
  • He will definitely send you a derp picture every day on tour
  • Late night video chats too
  • OK BUT I can see a flour fight when you two try and bake something cus you’re both children 
  • Him snuggled as close to you as possible
  • Cupple’s outfits YAS

First Kiss And Such:

  • Ok but-
  • I don’t see Taehyung as kissing you a lot in the first place
  • BUT BUT BUT the first one is probably just an innocent peck before he pulls away grinning like a kid
  • Eskimo Kisses for those who don’t know that’s rubbing your noses together it’s ok I didn’t know that at first
  • Hand kisses to because why not
  • Probably kisses you dramatically you know like he does with the camera sometimes
  • Tbh I don’t see a lot of making out and stuff with him unless you’re super far in your relationship
  • Dates though
  • Very very spontaneous
  • Like “hey it’s winter and 1 AM but I can’t sleep let’s get ice cream”
  • In the freezing cold
  • Playground dates on swings hooooomyGOD
  • Will always remember your anniversary and you will be treated RIGHT sister
  • I can see him buying some expensive stuff for his girlfriend lets be real
  • Also carnival dates
  • Cloud watching
  • He cups your cheeks alot
  • Fort building is a daily I would love to make a fort with him omg
  • Spontaneous races to see who can do something faster
  • Just a really open relationship 
  • I see him shutting down and being quiet if ya’ll fight
  • But if he yells oh boy you both will regret that
  • Will need some time to himself when angry or stressed
  • Gets quiet when jealous or sUPER CLINGY LIKE WOW
  • “Y/N let’s go to the store” he says as he pouts tugging on your sleeve to get you away from the guy who is flirting
  • But when you guys go to the store you both will buy every junk food there especially if it has cute packaging
  • Did I go in depth on this one? No? Well anyWAY he’s such a soft cutie pls love him

A/N THANK you~ for reading this I put a link to my Jimin one up top but if it doesn’t work let ya girl know ya know. I’m no expert on writing but pssshhh and this is my POV so please give feedback if you have time


Written for Sterek Bingo 2017 Kids Theme, Rated Teen

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It’s only been two days since he brought her home and already he’s forgetting what the house smelled like, sounded like, without her. Derek steps back into the strip of moonlight that’s painting the nursery with a silver glow and looks down to the squirming little bundle in his arms.

She’s so tiny.

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Debuting at TCAF 2017 - Namesake Vol 3 by Isabelle Melançon and Megan Lavey-Heatong

Emma Crewe has returned home from Oz, but rather than finding her sister, she winds up in the clutches or a group calling themselves the Rippers, who seem to know a lot about her powers. One peculiar Ripper named Nose seems to even have childhood memories with Emma. Meanwhile, Elaine and Calliope are on a quest to reconnect with her newly Earth-bound sister, against all odds and in Oz, Warrick, Selva, and their friends deal with the aftermath of finding Princess Ozma. This volume contains the second Intermission through chapter 15.

Size: 8.5x10
Pages: 172
Price: $20 US/$25 CAD - softcover / $30 US/$35 CAD - hardcover