why do i keep ending up here

anonymous asked:

How about salty ask #1

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

This time around I’m gonna pick on Felix and Locus. Because I hate myself and HEY WHY NOT we’re getting salty anyway. But I suppose a more accurate description here is that I don’t understand the way fandom OTPs them in RvB and not so much that I don’t get shipping them, because lowkey I do love examining really fucked up, unhealthy ships at the end of the day. I actually kinda love it and see it as an exercise of sorts to really examine what is bad but still rewarding for people that keeps them coming back for bad blood and what not.

And they’re easily the best and most intimidating villains of the series thus far, and their partnership is a huge part of that. So I absolutely get being fans of them as villains and trying to dig into the inner workings of that relationship. 

But fandom… it’s. Okay. If people do this fine, but like. I hate that the fandom default and prevelence is that it’s a healthy GoodTM relationship with nothing fucked up or wrong with either of them ever bc they’re squishy lima beans who love each other forever and GENOCIDE WHAT GENOCIDE FELIX AND LOCUS DIDN’T COMMIT A PLANETWIDE GENOCIDE FOR MONEY AND A TV SCREEN THE SIZE OF A BILLBOARD WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN. 

Like. It’s not cool. It’s not cool that you’re a horrible person for trying to point out that the canon relationship is, at best, fucked up, and founded on mutual blood money and coldly murdering an entire planet’s worth of people for profits. And I’ll be really happy when we’re far enough from the Chorus arc that we’re allowed to talk about those facts again. 

What to do when you really don’t want to study.

I think we’ve all been there - the class is important and you know you need to study but when you sit down you end up feeling grOSS AND YOU don’t want to. So here are some tips to overcoming that:

 Take a deep breath and reevaluate why you need to study. Try to stay positive.

  • When I’m not motivated I keep saying things like “what if I just don’t do it?” And then - surprise! - I end up not studying and suffer/regret it later. When coming up with reasons to study, try to keep it positive. Don’t say things like “if I don’t study I’ll fail the class.” Instead, say things like “if I study, I have a better chance at doing well on the exam. Future-me will be so proud of current-me.”
  • If you truly cannot find a single reason to study, set your studying aside for later and do another productive activity or take a long break.

Drill it into your mind that you really don’t need motivation to do well.

  • Even if you find the reason to study, that doesn’t necessarily mean you are very motivated. Sometimes we feel like no motivation = unable to study. This isn’t true.
  • Make a deal with yourself. Try studying for ten minutes. And actually try to study. If by the end of ten minutes you feel like you can continue studying, great! Keep going! If not, then you can take a break and do something else.

Choose a study scheduling method that works for you.

  • Some people feel great studying for hours on end once they get in "the zone.” Others feel the need to take quick breaks every half hour. Studying and scheduling methods are different for everybody! Play around with scheduling to find out what works for you.
  • In high-stress times, work (studying, assignments, etc.) can feel pretty overwhelming. To organize all the stuff you have to do, write it down! This takes some of the stress of remembering tasks off from your brain, so that your brain can focus on the more crucial things.
    • If you’re making a to-do list, keep the general list short. This way, you won’t feel overwhelmed by too many tasks. (You can keep sub-lists on separate paper/sticky notes to break down each task.)
    • If you’re making a time-table, keep your schedule loose. Give yourself buffer time to complete each task, just in case you overestimated your efficiency.
    • It’s totally okay to overestimate efficiency! - ifyou do, you learn more about yourself and how you study best.

Small (pomodoro) breaks

  • Pomodoro technique in a nutshell: 25 minute blocks of working with 5 minute breaks in between. Feel free to change the length of the blocks according to your preferences! During your breaks, you can
    • Get more water
    • Get snacks
    • Make tea/coffee
    • Stretch
    • Do a tiny bit of yoga
    • Walk around the room/building
    • Stretch
    • Five-minute meditation
    • Head massage
  • Try to avoid looking at a screen. When you look at a screen, you stimulate your brain and it won’t get its rest. Also, the internet might suck you in and your break could last longer than intended. (cough tumblr)

Long breaks

  • Sometimes I really really really really reALLY don’t want to study. Or do anything. And I feel kind of gross and am on the verge of a mental breakdown. If you feel this way, stop.
  • Take a hella deep breath. And another one. One more. Aaaaand one more just for good measure.
  • Get away from your desk. I associate desk with studying, so getting away from it helps me relax. Lie down on a bed, or move to a different room if you can. If you can get near a window, try looking into the distance to relax your brain and eyes.
  • Breathe for a couple of minutes, then evaluate how you feel. Again, try to stay positive. Instead of “I feel shitty and I don’t want to do anything,” try “I feel tired right now and resting can help me feel better.”
  • Based on this evaluation, estimate the amount of time you need to rest. If you have a lot of studying to do, try to keep it under an hour. Set a timer for the amount of time you have decided on. (remember to include buffer time!) Getting back to work on time can make you feel more productive, which conduct better productivity!
  • During a long break, do an activity that makes you feel good and takes your mind off studying. You can
    • Take a long walk. If you live near a park or a trail, try strolling around in it.
    • Eat healthy food. Junky comfort food can make you feel groggy, especially foods that are fried. Instead, try eating some fruits or nuts.
    • Take a shower/bath
    • Talk with a friend
    • Make some art
    • Enjoy a long coffee break. (avoid caffeine if you feel anxious/panicky, though)
    • Play with a pet
    • Take a power nap
    • Longer meditation/yoga
  • Again, try to avoid looking at screens. Also, avoid thinking about studying. Let yourself have the luxury of NOT THINKING ABOUT STUDYING for a while, so you can return to it with a fresh mind.

Mental health days

  • Sometimes everything is just too much and you might feel the need to stop everything for a day. If so, take a mental health day!
  • Think of mental health days as physical health days. If your body isn’t feeling well, you are allowed to stay in bed and sleep/not do anything for a day. Similarly, if your mind isn’t feeling well, you are also allowed to stay in bed and sleep/not do anything for a day.
  • Let your parents and teachers know that you don’t feel well and can’t go to school. From my experience, most teachers are pretty understanding and will let you have the day off. (You might have some work to make up later, though.)
  • Do not study on mental health days. Don’t even think about studying on mental health days. Instead, just focus on getting better. You can
    • Sleep in
    • Clean your room
    • Take a super long bath, complete with bath bombs and candles
    • Watch a good movie
    • Read a good book
    • Sing your favorite songs really loudly
    • Literally anything that (IS HEALTHY and) makes you feel good about yourself.

Study groups can keep you going, even when you kind of don’t want to

  • Setting up a time (like a date!) can keep you on track
  • Study with someone you trust to keep you accountable. Don’t study with someone you know you’re going to gossip or watch cat videos with.
  • If you really feel the need to cancel a study date, it’s ok! Just like canceling any kind of date, it’s 100% okay to back out if you feel uncomfortable.

Stay safe, stay healthy, and happy studying!

anonymous asked:

I still think this is veeerrrry creepy but the reason why Jarod looks like the writer was explained by Grace Kraft on twitter. Apperently it was supposed to be a joke between the team but yeah the joke just ended up being creepy and a bad choice.

Here it is for everyone else:

Yeah, this is what I figured, because I started getting annoyed by all the people calling the guy a pedophile. He and the rest of the reboot staff are just, clearly, INCREDIBLY dense.

Obviously it doesn’t make it any less creepy (I mean, he is the one who keeps writing “himself” into the episodes…), and I do hope they learn a lesson from this and just cut the character out of the show.

carried on the breeze [you’ll never find me]

inspired by this post from @stranger-who-writes-fiction

kara has flown myriad out into space,

and alex has gone after her in that damn pod. sure, getting the thing to space wasn’t a problem - reentery however was where things were going more than a little screwy. in no seconds flat  alex finds herself in a falling deathtrap with her unconscious sister draped mostly uncomfortably across her.

this pod was not meant for two.

nor, apparently, is it meant for rouge humans hijacking and then flying it, poorly but still functionally, into space to save their superhero little sisters. yet, alex had done it anyway.

and now, well, with the planet rapidly rising up to meet them, alex realizes the steering is gone. realizes that the best she can hope for is sending out some sort of signal and hoping that wherever they landed…the deo finds them first.

too bad it was going to be a water landing. which, god, that wasn’t what alex wants. any type of crash landing would probably kill her on impact, but at least crashing into some sort of land might ensure kara’s survival. kara who is still unconscious.

alex knows she has seconds left to come up with a plan. she’s feeling a little ill, the pod spinning around and with one arm holding kara to her chest, alex is left to crane her neck over her little sisters shoulder just to look at the console.

her eye catches a red button.

under the console, hidden from the normal line of sight - alex has to wonder if red buttons hold the same meaning on every plant. alex has to wonder why she never asked.

[to be fair, it’s an obscure question, but god, alex wishes she’d had  the foresight to see this coming]

what she doesn’t see coming are the clouds, the fog that seems to be way too high in the atmosphere, plunging the pod and the danvers sisters into a grey half light.

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The Council [Chapter 1: The Body]

Originally posted by timetoemptythetrash

Chapter 1: The Body

A/N: Mature series. Mentions of crime, death, violence & sex.

Mini Masterlist

Standard work hours are long over but your profession is far from ordinary. It is in the dead of night where the true monsters come out to play, feeding and existing only in the shadows. It is there, hidden that they find their strength.

You are no stranger to such a lifestyle. Just as they do, you live under a dark sheath, thinly cloaked by nothing more than a name that is not your own to protect you.

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When We Collide (Part 5)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way! Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you thought about it.

“You sound like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

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thesignedpainter  asked:

I have a few things to say. First off, I love your work. The level of skill and effort you put into your animations is amazing. Sometimes the simplest of design can become something incredible. Second, I once made something for you, but you didn't acknowledge it. I tagged you twice and you still didn't reblog it. I don't understand why when I work so hard on something and it is rejected without explanation. Simply say why you didn't show it and I would be satisfied.

Uh thankks for the compliment!

And. I was probably busy… I don’t exactly go through my notifications one by one. I check the #glitchtale tag here and there but… is not enough

Even tho I do my best and put all my effort to check out all the cool pics you do for me I’d always end up missing a couple

I’m sorry I can’t keep up with all your fanart guys. I really am.

Dialogue Prompts

1. “If you keep staring at them I swear to god I will slap you.” 

2. “Why are you here, it’s like three in the morning.” “I missed you.” 

3. “I’m starting to think you like getting hurt.” 

4. “What did you lose this time?” “My pride.” 

5. “Stop acting out Grease Lightning on the top of my car, I have somewhere to be!” 

6. “Thanks for this.” “D-did you just thank me? I’m must be hearing things, oh my god is the world ending, no it has” “Shut up.” 

7. “What’re you doing?!” “I’m running late, so move I need to shower too.” 

8. “Come lay on top of me, I’m cold.” 

9. “I’m bleeding.” “I CAN SEE THAT!” 

10. “You’re cute when you smile.” “Was that a compliment?” 

Wicked Games (1)

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Inspired by Wicked Games - The Weeknd  

“So tell me you love me
(Only for tonight, only for the night)
Even though you don’t love me”

References to song lyrics will be written in bold.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Swearing, Drug abuse.

Member: Sehun


It was like a drug, the way the music controlled your body’s movements. The way it forcefully entered your soul and became master of your mind, taking you on a high that no other drug could do. Dancing was always your passion since you could remember and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing it.

But not like this.

Your life hadn’t turned out the way you had wanted it to. Losing your parents at a young age, you were thrown into an orphanage because you had no other family who wanted to look after you. After you reached 18 and it was time to look after yourself, this was the only thing. You struggled at school, but dancing helped. Your dream was to go to the most prestigious dancing school in the country, your life was centered around going there and you were confident that you would be able to make it there, but life was cruel and you couldn’t afford the fees. 

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Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

Summary: You are sent out into modern day Cairnholm to find a new boy on the island, Jake Portman, and Enoch is not happy about it or the fact that he’s here.

Note: This is mainly based off the movie as it’s just a little bit easier to visualise. Has some aspects of the book though. Also, Fin Macmillan… Bless him. Enjoy! x

Today was September 3rd, it always was. Living in a loop did make life seem a little bit boring, seeing the same people every day and everything happening at the same time every time. You hadn’t been in the loop long, maybe a couple of months at most. You were by far the youngest in the home, but you didn’t look it. You were 16, and looked it, whereas Olive looked 7, but was 75. Miss Peregrine used this to everyone’s advantage as you could spend more time outside the loop and keep tabs on the people in modern day Cairnholm.

You only went out about once a week to go around and chat with some of the townsfolk. It was obvious that you weren’t from Wales, your accent was different, but they didn’t pay you any mind after a while. You, more times than you’d like to admit, would dream about home and how nice it would be for you to lay down in your bed and talk with your friends. But you knew that you were safer here, away from the wights and hollowgasts.

“Y/n,” you heard your name being called from the kitchen. Getting up off the sofa, you made your way to the kitchen.

“Yes Miss Peregrine?” you asked, popping your head into the kitchen where the Bird was. You noticed that Enoch was in the kitchen as well, cutting carrots in the corner for tonight’s dinner. Hopefully he wouldn’t make it come alive like last time.

“I saw a young fellow on the ferry this morning. I believe that he is Abe’s grandson. Would you be a dear and bring him here? I would like to meet him,” she said.

“Today?” you asked, fidgeting with the hem of your dress.

“Yes. As soon as possible,” she said.

“Yes Miss Peregrine.”

Turning back around, you made your way upstairs to the bedroom that you shared with Olive. Getting on your knees, you reached under your bed, pulling out your suitcase of things. You smiled when you pulled out your blue skinny jeans. Unfortunately, you had to wear era-appropriate clothing so you never looked suspicious, so any opportunity to put on your jeans again felt like a blessing.

Pulling off your dress, you quickly shimmied on your jeans, a t-shirt, and a rain coat.

“So you’re going into town?”

You looked over at the door to find Enoch waiting.  

“Yeah,” you said. “You heard the bird; as soon as possible.”

He was silent, which was quite unusual for Enoch. He always had something to say. Usually not nice, but it was something. You had an interesting relationship. You would call yourselves ‘somewhat friends’, you greet each other when you see the other, and sometimes you’ll watch him with his dolls when there’s nothing else to do. But other than that, you didn’t have many social interactions. His bedroom was next to yours and Olive’s, so you bumped into him more than most.

“I’ll be back soon,” you said, pushing past him into the hallway.

“What if you get hurt?” he asked, following you down the stairs.

“I’ll be fine Enoch,” you said, a bit annoyed. “I’m almost a grown woman. I’d be able to vote in a year if I was still aging.”

He scowled at you and you glared back. What was with him today? He never cared if you went back into modern day, in fact, when you first knew him, you thought he’d want you to stay there after every visit. But in full honesty, who would want to stay in Cairnholm? It hadn’t changed since the stone ages.

“Just watch your back,” he said, his accent strong. He walked back to the kitchen, probably to finish dinner.

“Will do,” you muttered to yourself opening the front door to the home.

It took a bit of effort to get the boy, Jake, to Miss Peregrine. He had run away after you entered the loop and started a riot in the pub. You had to pull him out of it, narrowly escaping yourself and almost exposing your peculiarity. Miss Peregrine was ecstatic to see him as was Emma, though the news of Abe’s death hit her hard.

You watched him and Miss Peregrine walk around the grounds, she was probably giving a similar explanation of peculiarity to the one that you got when you first entered the loop.

“Are you going to keep watching him? That’s kind of creepy,” Enoch said, entering the room.

You looked back at him, glaring.

“Fine then,” you said, “I’ll just go read a book in the library.”

“Sounds boring,” he said, as you made your way to the door.

“It’s better than being here with you right now,” you said.

He blocked the exit with his hand. “You don’t mean that.”

You looked up at him angrily. He was right, you didn’t mean it. But you couldn’t let him know it or you’d never hear the end of it. You tried your hardest to keep you face stern, but you faltered. A cocky smirk spread across his face, the same signature one he has every time he won an argument.

“Let me out Enoch,” you said, looking at him straight in the eye.

“And why would I do that?” he asked.

We looked at each other for a moment. He began to lean down, his eyes scanning mine for a response. As our lips touched, I couldn’t deny the jolt of energy that ran through me. It was only for a split second though.

“And this is – oh!” we both pulled back immediately at the sound of Miss Peregrine’s voice. She was standing at the door with Jake. “This is Enoch,” Miss Peregrine said, gesturing to the Scotsman beside me, who looked a bit flustered to say the least. Enoch gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment.

“Enoch, shouldn’t you be preparing dinner?” Miss Peregrine asked, eyeing him.

“Yes Miss Peregrine,” he said. He shot me a quick smile. We’ll finish this later, he mouthed before pushing past the headmistress and Jake. I could hear his heavy footsteps on the staircase.

“And you have already met y/n.”

I gave him a shy wave, before Miss Peregrine moved him along to another room. She sent me a warning glance as she closed the door behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts. A silly smile found its way onto my face as I replayed the kiss in my head. I’d never imagined it happening, but I’m glad that it did.

anonymous asked:

what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3

Countdown to the Cake : 9

The Lipstick



Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours now. How do girls handle this?

To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project? Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.

He checks himself in the mirror once more, running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s time to touch up this lipstick.

You walk into the bathroom. You were almost scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a little of your balance and bumped in this girl.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her, she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you accidentally pushed her.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in 2 hours, tops.

“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.” You picked some wipes of your purse.

“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice high enough?

“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this close…

“Well, they say people with oily skin have fewer wrinkles.”

“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!

He feels a little shiver going down his legs when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin. Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…

“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into you anymore!”

“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”

“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!

He hands you his lipstick and you carefully contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so beautiful…

You grab his chin to hold him in place, he feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?

“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did himself.

“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”

“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is amazing! Where did you get?”

“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…” why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard? “Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”

“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny… and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!

“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken… even though he can’t do nothing with this information.

“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling, they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”

“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you trying to get flings, though.”

“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you?”

“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go get your man, girl!”

“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”

“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”

“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows a kiss in the air for you and leaves.

Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered, she’s really nice and cute.

Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat, what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,

And though it’s time to keep it serious and go after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes, your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…

No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went after you… someone so innocent and nice…

Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent, what would you do?

Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will never see you again, anyway…

You can see the other days here!

Confrontational/Angsty/Other Starter Pack
  • “I KNOW you took my last yogurt.”
  • “How could you do that to me?!”
  • “You killed them, didn’t you?..”
  • “I trusted you..”
  • “You threw it away! You threw it all away!”
  • “Don’t come to me when you need help, you wont find any here.”
  • “I told you to meet me at the OTHER place! Why did you end up here?!”
  • “Why do you keep taking directions from your phone?.. This is the THIRD TIME I’ve had to come get you.”
  • “Hit me again and we are THROUGH!”
  • “I told you i would fight you and now I’m here.”
  • “Please stop, please stop..”
  • “Scream at me all you want but you know what you did!”
  • “I came to get back what’s mine, now give it to me!”
  • “I told you we were done!”
  • “Give me one more chance, please!”
  • “I said keep your HANDS out of my FRIES!”

Based off the song Oops by Little Mix feat. Charlie Puth

Word Count: 568

Warnings: Implied smut kinda. Fluff

A/N: This kinda turned into one of those drabbles where I didn’t actually define the pairing. So you can decide who you want this to be with. Dean, Sam, Cas, someone from another fandom, whoever you’re crushing on at the moment… All I know is that this song is absolutely adorable!!

Version en Español: Oops

Y/N and I are just friends.

Yeah. Friends.

That’s it. We tried the dating thing and both decided that we were better off as friends.

So yeah. Friends.

Then why do I keep waking up in her bed?

But we’re still just friends.

You know, the kind of friends who sometimes, maybe, every once in a while, no big deal, might backslide.

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Ok so as I said I have many feeling about this, and they are not good, I’m going to talk about aother video first then come back to this one.

Some info first, this is Laine Ashker, or Lainey on Insta, and the horse is Debakey he’s a 4 year old Holsteiner.

Ok she got the ride on him on Apr 20th, and a week later she posts this video to her instagram- 

A post shared by Lainey Ashker (@laineyea) on Apr 27, 2017 at 11:27am PDT

Let’s go through this. The first jump looks to be 3′ or so, why on earth are they jumping a 4 year old that hight?
He’s obviously over jumping it by a lot, but she knows he over jumps smaller stuff, in the first video she posted of him they were jumping him over smaller stuff then that and he was over jumping it. So why would you put the jump up and make it a oxer when you know he over jumps? He obviously doesn’t know how much effort he needs to put into getting over the jumps, so keep him at the smaller hight until he figures it out then raise the jumps, he’s only 4 years old there is no need to rush him like this.

Then the second jump in the video, here’s a still-

So I’d like to remind you that’s she’s had him for a week at this point, that he’s only 4, and that he’s not very sure about “normal” jumps. So all of that begs the question, why are introducing him to him to stuff like skinnys? To me a reaction like this would tell me I’d rushed him, and that he’s not ready for things like this. I’d certainly not post it to Instagram being proud of it.

Ok and finally to the first video. At this point she knows he will do weird things when faced with new things, like in the skinny video, so why on earth would you ask him to do a bank jump? Especially a two part one, she is so fucking lucky he managed to catch himself before the second bank, he would have landed on his neck. And when he landed that front left twists so much that when I watched this for the first time a had one horrible moment when I though he had broken that leg. I also want to know why she didn’t just take him down the second back by itself, it’s smaller, and if he did someone like this there is no chance of him hurting himself on the second part of the element.

So basically I think he’s to young to being doing any of this, she’s rushing him badly, and that he may end up injured if she keeps pushing him.

@clickerhorse you wanted me to write about this so here it is! Sorry I didn’t yesterday but I got home and crashed.

First Time

Request:  can i request a smut/fluff where it’s both carl and the reader’s first time?? i love your blog and your stories so much, keep up the good work 💞💞

a/n: Hey long time no see! I’ve been super duper busy and along with all of that I’ve been ill recently but here I’m back, another fic will be up tomorrow I promise! I proof read half of this I ended up not doing the other half so if one half makes no sense then lol you know why. Also the italics are what has happened previously :))) xo

Summary: You and Carl are both virgins and when Carl tells you an embarrassing story of his, it leads to you and Carl becoming closer than ever.

They lay side by side on Carl’s bed as he read a comic to her. He read the comic more than once to her and they continued to lay there, laughing and talking.

“Seriously it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n) when he tells her the story of how he walked in on his dad and Michonne having sex.

“But what did you do after, like, did you run out of the room?” She asks as she looks up at him. He smiles.

“Of course I did, I had Judith in my arms and I went to ask him where her bottles were and well- I went downstairs and waited for them to get dressed. It was horrific.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n). When their laughing calms down they both sigh and stare up at the ceiling. They sit in silence for a while as they enjoy each others company.

“Do you ever think about it?” Carl mutters, unexpectedly, and (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrow as she turns her head to look at Carl.

“What? About your Dad and Michonne having sex?” (Y/n )smirks and Carl smiles at her, shakes his head, and sighs.

“No, about um…um.” He stutters and has troubling finishing the sentence. He didn’t know how to tell her.

“Sex? Of course I have.” She goes quiet as she blushes a crimson colour and Carls heartbeat quickens within his body. He breaths deeply as he closes his eyes. “Have you?” (Y/n)’s voice turns soft as she whispers loud enough to for Carl to hear. His eye’s widen as he starts to become nervous.

“Yeah.” Is all that leaves Carl’s mouth. They lay in silence for another minute or so until (Y/n)’s hand touches Carls. She started to worry, because she didn’t know whether he thought she touched it by accident or if he did realise that she did it on purpose. She pushed her doubts aside and instead decided she would be bold. She was ready. (Y/n)’s hand moves to intertwine with Carl’s and Carl clutches onto it.

They both look down at their hands locked together and then look up at each other and that’s when they could both tell, just by looking into each other’s eyes, that they were ready. They were both virgins and they both knew that. It happened late at night when (Y/n) couldn’t sleep and neither could Carl so they walked around Alexandria for a bit and sat on one of the benches. She knew she could trust him.

“I gotta tell you something.” She whispers as she looks down to your hands which were folded in her lap. She began to fiddle with the button on her shorts. “I’m a virgin. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you but I think it’s because I trust you.” She mumbles and Carl doesn’t say anything which makes (Y/n) nervous. But then Carl takes (Y/n)’s hand into his own and she looks up to his eye.

“I’m a virgin too and I trust you too. It’s okay.” He smiles at her and she blushes. He stands and pulls on her hand. “Come on, lets go read a comic at mine.” He says. They walk together laughing and being happy, despite what was going on outside the walls of Alexandria.

When she is brought back to what is happening she starts to breath heavily. Carl’s face inches closer to (Y/n) and without hesitation his lips are on hers, moving slowly. (Y/n)’s mind fogs over as their lips move together, creating a rhythm, while Carl’s hands move to her hips as he pulls her closer to his body. They both breath heavily as Carl moves in between (Y/n)’s legs. He hovers over her and their lips disconnect.

“Are you sure?” Carl whispers as he stares into (Y/n)’s eyes. She nods and smiles at him as she swallows hard. She was sure. More than sure. Because she knew she would lose it to Carl and Carl felt the same. He moves his lips to (Y/n)’s as his hands continue to roam her body. He glides his hands up and down her hips and torso very gently and her breathing starts to speed up. His hands stop at the bottom of (Y/n)’s t-shirt and he stops kissing her, asking silently for permission.

She nods and they both sit up as he slides the top over her body and then her head. She lays down as Carl takes his top off and he looks at her and really drinks her in. (Y/n) starts to feel a little shy but before she can cover herself up, Carl stops her hands.

“Don’t. You are so beautiful.” He whispers as he goes back to kissing her. His hands roam her body again, this time more freely as she shudders from his light and gentle touch. He moves his hands to the back of her bra and unclips it. She lets it fall off of her arms and then she inhales as Carl stares at her. Truly amazed. Her cheeks heat up and as does Carl’s. He moves his hands but then drops them again as his eye moves to look into hers

“It’s okay.” She whispers and Carl takes a deep breath and swallows hard as he raises his hands again. His fingers cup her breasts as he massages them and her back arches as she push them into his hand, wanting more. He pinches, his hands trembling. Carl hopes that she feels good. She sits up, causing Carl to drop his hands, and she moves her hands to the button of Carls jeans. She undoes the button and then lays back down and Carl does the same thing to (Y/n).

His hands move to the button of her jeans and he undoes it. (Y/n) helps by lifting herself so that Carl can pull them down her legs. Carl stands and pulls his jeans down along with his boxers. He climbs back on top of you and hooks his fingers in your underwear, shakily pulling it down your legs. He breaths in as he looks at you fully and you turn a crimson colour. He moves up your her body with a newfound confidence as he has a smirk on his face.

“What?” (Y/n)’s brow furrows as he kisses her neck. His hand slides down her body and to her core, and he runs his finger through her folds.

“Sharing sleeping areas with a bunch of adults sometimes has its advantages.” Carl whispers. (Y/n) moans out as she breaths harshly. “Calm.” Carl utters into her ear. He stops his movements and looks down at her and takes a deep breath. He was nervous and his heart speeding up confirmed it. (Y/n) was nervous too. She didn’t really know what to expect except for that it would hurt.

He stands and opens the drawer nearest to his bed and pulls out a condom, rips open the packaging and rolls it onto himself.

“You ready?” Carl asks and she nods as she breaths a deep breath in, as does Carl. He aligns himself with her entrance and holds her hand before entering slowly. She gasps loudly beneath him as the feeling becomes intense. (Y/n) feels a burning sensation as she tries to calm herself down and Carl moves his head to her neck to place small kisses.

“You can move now.” She whispers as she feels a tear roll down her cheek. Sure she’s masturbated before, meaning she’s fingered herself but she’s never felt this sensation before. Carl moves his hip at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt her. She feels the burning start to calm and she then feels something completely different. It feels good. More than good. He thrusts into her and Carl speeds up the pace and starts to feel his high approaching quickly. (Y/n) lets out a soft moan and Carl’s hips stop and he looks down at her.

“Why’d you stop.” She breaths out harshly.

“You-you just moaned?” Carl mumbles. She nods from beneath him and Carl smirks. “I must be doing something right.” He says before continuing his movements. He thrusts and moves his lips to find (Y/n)’s and when they do they kiss hers deeply, tongues moving against each other. When they disconnect for a quick second (Y/n) lets out a soft whimper.

“I think I’m gonna cum Carl.” She softly breaths as Carl raises himself to look into her eyes. She looks in to his eye and he nods.

“Me too.” He whispers, their foreheads connecting. Within seconds (Y/n) cries out as she cums around Carl’s length. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before and it’s the same with Carl. Feeling her around him sends him over the edge and for a moment he’s lost in her. Everything about her is drawing him in. He pulls out of her slowly and (Y/n) winces a little. Carl takes off the condom and throws it in the bin and then lays beside her.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice low. (Y/n)’s facial expression changes to confused.

“For what?” She whispers and when she turns her head towards him she see him shrugging.

“Taking my virginity I guess.” He lets out a small and quick chuckle, as does (Y/n).

“Well then, I thank you too.” She says before sighing. “I’m happy I lost it to you.” She mumbles and Carl’s face whips towards hers. She’s staring at him and he can’t help but stare back at her. They lay there for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other, before Carl decides to kiss her. It’s not rough or quick, it’s a deep and meaningful kiss. The sort of kiss that you do when you know you love someone but just don’t know how to say it.

Carl pulls the sheet from underneath them and lays under them as he pulls (Y/n) close.

“So, are we more than friends now?” He mutter and she nods from beneath him.

“I would think so.” Carl buries his face in he neck and smiles. They lace their fingers together and sigh.

“Well I don’t want to ruin the moment or anything but, we’re gonna do that again right?” He asks and (Y/n) laughs.

“Yes Carl. Of course we are.”

tied down

pro-log of series, chp1

SUMMARY:you needed money and you need it now..but what happened when a man named jungkook has the money you need but there is one catch..you have to be his wife for three months

genera: angst, romance, thick girlxmuscular man smut in the future


Originally posted by nnochu

you sit on one side of the table of a very secluded restaurant with a appearance that seems to be only acquainted by the people who think a 100 dollar bill has the same value as a 1 dollar bill 

you tap your pink nail polished nail on the golden lined cup that contains warm chamomile tea and two tea biscuits sitting on the side across from you is him…Jeon fucking Jungkook looking as though his interest in being here is so little

god why did you choose to do this he could choose so many other girls in such high end society so why did you choose to be here a girl who has always been a nobody a girl who had struggled with her weight and has curves that made you feel insecure so why go why did you choose to marry him 

well i mean it was not necessarily a real marriage it was a marriage to keep his parents from questioning his bachelor life 

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I was never wicked acquainted with the Star Wars expanded universe (now called Legends), but I just watched a video on youtube that gave a good outline of the broad history (linked here). Based on what I’ve seen, I’m glad that it’s been scrapped in favor of the new canon. It just seems like their universe went through thousands upon thousands of years of the same shit: republics rise, they congeal into dictatorships, rebellions form to overthrow the dictators, and new republics are then formed; the process repeats. The technology of the Star Wars universe hasn’t seemed to evolve in any meaningful way over the course of eons – eons upon eons. Why do we keep ending up with liberal representative democracy even though the technology probably exists in-universe to accelerate productivity to the level of post-scarcity? (Hell, what about Star Trek replicators as a totally-plausible in-universe possibility?) Over time, the structures of society ought to change. 

There’s also way too much emphasis on the Skywalker and Solo lineages – Star Wars ought to treat these people as important figures in the Galactic Civil War time, then just let them gracefully disappear. Having new main characters who aren’t related to the Skywalkers (like Finn, Poe, and probably/hopefully Rey) is better storytelling, and it’s absolutely necessary so that the world doesn’t grow stagnant.

I’m probably hoping for too much, since the writers of Star Wars aren’t aiming to do world-building on historical-materialist grounds or write some colossal meditation on the human condition told through a multitude of unrelated characters. But even so, the EU/Legends did seem to have a lot of bland storytelling.

Emperor Palpatine clones!!!

Dark Side Luke!!!

Okay, guys, holy shit. How about something new???

Knee/elbow lightsabers!!!


Short . Prompts

  • “Whose dog is that?”
  • “I’m gonna need you to calm down.”
  • “Power’s out on the whole block.”
  • “So… why do you keep your closet locked?”
  • “This day can’t end any faster.”
  • “You have the cutest nose.”
  • “Looks like you have a secret admirer.”
  • “Do you love him/her more?”
  • “Please, stop it.”
  • “You can’t go in there!”
  • “Oh, just shut up already.”
  • “You know what? I don’t care!”
  • “There’s a huge-ass spider on the ceiling.”
  • “You believe me, don’t you?”
  • “The hot water’s not working.”
  • “You’re scared of me… aren’t you?”
  • “Morning, sleepyhead. I made coffee.”
  • “You love me, don’t you?”
  • “You didn’t tell me you had a dog!”
  • “There’s a storm rolling in. You scared?”
  • “Don’t do that.”
  • “Just get out of here.”
  • “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  • “I made cookies… want some?”
  • “You’re an asshole.”
  • “Don’t give up on us. Please.”
  • “It’s too cold to go outside.”
  • “You got a death wish?”
  • “I know you know.”
  • “I just wanna be your friend.”
  • “Stop yelling at me!”
  • “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”
  • “I didn’t know you smoked.”
  • “I thought you said there’d be alcohol.”
  • “You’re the only one I want.”
  • “I wish I never met you.”
  • “You can’t just keep pretending things are fine!”
  • “Guess who bought silly string!?”
  • “Did you steal that?”
  • “Can I buy you a coffee?”
  • “Let me make it up to you.”
  • “Stop talking. Now.”
  • “I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
Jumin Han is NOT Always Prepared For “Action.”

So… This is all Sinny’s fault.

@sinfulinsecret is an even worse sinfluence than my Pervy Nao lololol

Ayy but go check out my dear Sinny’s Jumin fics! They’re really, really hot NSFW. Like damn. She is my Sin Queen. Like, there was that vote for most sinful admin and someone was calling us Queens of Sin but this is because you haven’t seen Sinny. (WAIT no, call her Quinn lol I’m the only one who can call her Sinny, don’t you dare steal my nickname D: )


A short drabble to spite Sinny.

Warning: NSFW

Jumin Han did not always come home to a sight like this.

You had worn a piece of his favourite black lingerie, lying on the bed seductively in eager wait for him. It had been three days since you last saw each other. He’d had to attend a business meeting in another country, so he had been forced to leave your side. For three days.

He’d left you starved of him for three whole days.

“Welcome back, Jumin~,” you greet him, blowing a kiss with your ruby red lips.

His lips curl into a smile at your words. “I’m home, Kitten. Where’s my welcome back kiss?”

You spring onto your feet, quickly padding over to hook your arms around his shoulders and plant a kiss on his lips. Pouting, you said, “I missed you…”

“Mm, it sure looks like you did,” he chuckles, his hands squeezing at the back of your thigh. “You’re waiting for me like a good girl, after all.”

He steps back to admire your appearance, taking in the way your hair falls on your shoulders, and the way your eyes look up at him innocently despite the playful smirk on your lips.

His eyes roam shamelessly over your body—it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but it’s everything he wants to touch. He gently caresses your cheek, looking lovingly into your eyes. “And have you been a good girl while I was away? Hmm?”

“Of course,” you softly reply. “But I’ve really missed you… if you know what I mean…” You bat your eyelashes up at him bashfully, and he smiles in return.

Jumin lifts you up, hooking your thighs around him as he pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed you hard, never enough to hurt you, but enough to convey his love and longing for you.

He threw you onto the bed, climbing over top of you as you watched dazedly, anticipating his next movement.

“Now, as much as I love how that looks on you, I’d like it much better off,” he murmurs into your ear, one hand tugging at a strap of your lingerie and snapping it back on your skin. He hovers over you, watching as you slowly remove your only garment of clothing, sliding it over your head and tossing it aside.

He hums in approval, a pleased glint in his eyes. “Good girl.”

He cups your breasts in his hands, groping and teasing you. He adored how soft the skin was, how his fingers just sunk in… Why were you so perfect?

Jumin leans in to breathe hot air onto your nipple, making you shiver from the difference in temperature. His tongue swirls around it, then proceeding to suck as his hands play with your other breast.

You moan softly, your hands gripping at his hair gently. Jumin Han was surprisingly skilled at this, too.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your chest to the inside of your thigh, licking in small circles as he reached a sensitive area. His hands hold a firm grip below your hips, fingers spanning to your ass.

Jumin runs a thumb across your slit, the tip of his finger grazing your fluids. “My, you’re already so wet, Kitten,” he muses, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve hardly done anything yet.”

You pout, “But Jumin! It’s been days… The better question should be, why aren’t you excited?”

As if to prove your point, you poke at his crotch with your toes.

Alarmed, he realizes that he must be too tired to… get it up. “Fuck,” he curses, blushing a deep red.

Jumin Han was not always prepared for action.

Alternate NSFW End:

“Should I help?” you laugh, and his cheeks flush more with embarrassment. “My, Jumin Han, must the woman do everything around here?”

He glares at you, albeit weakly, what with his embarrassed, rosy cheeks. He keeps quiet as he watches you, unbuckling his belt with ease while you palm him over his suit pants.

You cast a smirk at him, mischievously gazing up at him. You make a show of licking your lips slowly, staring straight into his eyes. You don’t break eye contact even when you slide your mouth on the tip of his cock, breathing hot air over it.

A moan escapes your lips as you take in the scent of him. God, it had been a while since you last tasted him. The smell of a gentleman who could control you to do anything for him. A smell of power and dominance.

Jumin narrows his eyes at you, as if challenging you to move any slower. You only smile innocently, taking your sweet, sweet time. You slide your tongue against the vein on the side of his cock, making him close his eyes in pleasure as he twitches in your hand, gradually growing harder.

You wrap your lips around the base of his length, sucking lightly down to his balls while your fingers rubbed at his tip. He tries to refrain from panting, from showing you how flustered you were making him. But it’s hard to hide the glazed look in his eyes, pleasure pooling in them.

He has a hand at the back of your head, pushing you onto his cock, and you take him in your mouth, sucking gently. His glare is hard (like his dick lololol) and you can see the frustration in his eyes.

He just wants to push you down and take you, claiming your body after the days you’ve been apart. But he also doesn’t want to stop you because the way you worked your mouth was heavenly.

But you end up making the decision for him, removing your lips from his shaft with a ‘pop!’ and pushing at his chest, gesturing for him to lie down.

Jumin raises an eyebrow in amusement. You really expect him to bottom tonight?

“Now, Kitten, I’ve let you have your share of fun with me. But it’s about time I remind you who’s in control here,” he growls, gripping hard at your shoulder as he turns you around and slams you to the mattress, keeping you pinned down under his weight.

So yeah, he’d had trouble getting excited. But he sure as hell could keep you excited for the  rest of the night.

Title: I Mean It

Title: I Mean It 
Type: Slight-Angst(????), Fluff
Characters: Reader X Taeyong (ft. Taeil and Haechan/Donghyuck)
Word Count: 2, 287

A/N: Welcome to my first ever Taeyong scenario! Have fun!

Summary: It all started when he accidentally said “I love you”. 

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