ya feelin it

Man okay when I got my wisdom teeth out it was a fucking experience. Before the surgery wasn’t too interesting but as soon as I woke up I saw the nurse next to me and was all like “hey… i think… i died… and now I’m in a parallel universe… and i gotta go back to my house and kill the me from this universe” and he was just kinda like “alright, you do that”. And then the other nurse kept going in and out of the room to get things and I thought there was like 5 of her that kept coming out of the room, and then so when she was wheeling me out in a wheelchair I was like “damn… why are there so many of you… there’s like 5 many of you” and she was just kinda like “alright, you do that”.

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

Anyway the rest of the story is we drove home and I explained this programming project I was working on to my dad in perfect detail somehow and then I came home and went on facebook and posted a comment on my friends status (because I couldn’t find the status update bar) that read: “i just took a lort of painkillers and yelled at everyone in a jambo juice”

marik, requested by @the-blonde-goblin !!

a pouty boy, and angry boy

i’m kinda slow, but requests for yugioh characters are still open, i’m having fun

Some uses of coconut oil ✨✨✨

In case you weren’t aware of how magical it is

- Use as a makeup remover
- Use as a facial moisturizer (use wisely as if you use too much it can clog your pores so be sure to test out what amount is best for your skin type)
- Nourishing oil for your hair: hot oil treatment, hair mask or simply just apply it as a spray or leave in conditioner💆🏽
- Body moisturizer (helps with extremely dry skin, eczema, and fungal infections)
- Natural highlighter (apply to areas you’d like a little more glo💫💫)
- Great to use instead of shaving cream - EVERYWHERE (leaves ya legs and coochie feelin baby soft)
- Can be used as aftershave too
- Take a spoonful to help with digestion
- Coconut oil is the second greatest source of Lauric acid after breast milk. This means it has a super high amount of HEALTHY FATS
- Coconut oil has anti-microbial and anti-fungal properties. Consuming coconut oil can aid in digestion issues due to inflammation or presence of “bad” bacteria. Applying coconut oil can help relieve fungus and bacterial infections on the skin
- Healthier alternative to butter in cooking and baking
- Can help improve your body’s absorption of magnesium and calcium
- Can be used as a lube during masturbation (does not upset vaginas natural flora), handjobs and blowjobs – however do NOT use with a condom because the oil will corrode the condom
- Natural mouthwash: “oil pulling” with coconut oil is extremely beneficial to oral health. Wish around one spoonful of coconut oil with a few drops of your fave essential oil in your mouth for 5 min. Spit out in the garbage (coconut oil will solidify at room temp so may clog your drains). Then brush your teeth. This can whiten and strengthen your teeth without the use of harsh bleach in whitening strips and will help with bad breath
- Can help with weight loss
- Make a natural deodorant with coconut oil, essential oil and arrowroot powder / cornstarch and baking soda
- Can be used as a sunscreen (low SPF)
- Mix with sugar and make a sexyy body scrub
- Can help relieve bug bites and post ivy/poison oak rashes
- Use with apple cider vinegar for natural lice treatment
- Balances body’s hormones
- Coconut oil with a few drops of peppermint oil can work as an insect repellent

These aren’t even all of the uses for wonderful coconut oil. If you think anymore feel free to add on or message me

Flower Child

Thank you to a reader for submitting this idea.

oh gosh Harry with a son is so cute maybe one in which his son has a crush in a little girl from his preschool and he goes to backyard to got flowers and he hide them in his little backpack to give her and he does everyday until one day Harry finds flowers in his backpack and ask him about it ❤️

What started as a blurb has spiraled into over 2k of fluff and daddy Harry, so I hope you all enjoy! -xoxo S


Harry’s car idled by the curb as he patiently waited for the dashboard clock in his Range Rover to hit noon. It was rare that he was able to pick up his son from school, but the days his schedule allowed for it were some of his favorites. With the new baby at home, he had to make more time for pick ups and drop offs, which he didn’t mind one bit. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the faint beat pulsing through the car and checked his phone for a message update from you on whether the new member of your family had willingly gone down for a nap.

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Fragments - Part 6

Word Count: 6811 - omg I’m so sorry

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon divergence, drinking, some self loathing, mentions of suicide attempt

A/N: Unbeta’d and unedited. Mistakes are all mine. Constructive feedback is always welcome. 

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Your phone vibrating across your nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. Truth be told, you hadn’t slept soundly since you’d been back except for the night you’d fallen asleep in Dean’s arms. You’d been plagued by dreams of all the hunts you’d been on, the woman you’d killed, the spirits of those little kids, Magda, and her horrible mother. You reached your hand out into the darkness and fished around for your phone, finally finding it and pulling it back to your ear. “Hello?”

“Sorry to wake you, Y/N, but this is important.” Cas answered hastily. “I may have found a lead on the pieces of your soul.” You sat up, resting your back against the headboard and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Ok.” You breathed. “Spill. What’d you find?”

“I’m hesitant to tell you over the phone, Y/N, I’m sorry, but someone could be listening.” Cas explained. “What I can tell you is we may need to talk to your father.”

“But he’s…he’s dead how are you gonna -“

“We can make it happen.” Cas cut you off before you could finish. Whatever he found out wasn’t good news and it was making you nervous. “I’ll be at the bunker soon.”

After Cas’ phone call you tried in vain to go back to sleep, tossing and turning, before you finally gave up. You changed your clothes and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a tumbler of whiskey and making your way to the library, sitting in one of the chairs and thinking about what the angel had said.

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anonymous asked:

Lmao can you imagine cute, awkward pre-kids missus fumbling w/her words trying to tell Harry that she likes him cumming in her?

Oh my goodness. Maybe they’re laying together, she’s got her head on his chest, post-sex and she just feels like she has to tell him.

“Harry, can I tell you something?” She dots a fingertip over the teeny freckles splattered over the skin of his chest.

“‘Course,” he mumbles, shifting her even closer, an arm wrapped around her lower back.

“I just…I really…” She pauses, feeling nervous somehow? She’s never nervous about things like this around Harry but she’s convinced this is going to come out weird or too vulgar. Harry tilts his head watching her worry her lower lip, a flush deepening over her cheeks that wasn’t his doing.  

“Yeah?” He gives her a small, encouraging smile. “What is it, baby?”

She puffs out a breath, now raking her fingers through the sparse hair on the middle of his chest, tugging absentmindedly and wondering how he hasn’t complained.

“I just…I really…when you… I mean, I like when…It’s okay if you think this is weird or you don’t want to…”  

And now he’s smirking, seeing how flustered she’s getting. He kisses her forehead reassuringly. “The suspense is killing me,” he jokes. “You can tell me, Snuggs.”

She buries her face in his chest for a moment, before lifting her eyes to peek up at him. “I really like when you cum inside me.” It comes out all strung together, without a single pause for air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and she feels herself go red and hot and she hides her face again. It isn’t until she feels two of Harry’s fingers under her chin, coaxing it up so she can meet his gaze, that she finally looks at him.

“Yeah?” He’s got a smirk stretched over his lips that pops one of his dimples free.

She nods, a little slowly. “It feels really good.” She chuckles, a wash of embarrassment tingling through her body. “Is that…I think that came out wrong. Never mind.”

“No. S’not. Not a’tall.” Harry says, cutting her off before she can say anything further. “Baby, no. That’s…fucking hot. Love feelin’ ya around meh. How you squeeze me when you’re close too. Feels amazin’.” And he won’t deny that all of this has him half-hard again. He takes a deep breath, shifting his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He nuzzles his nose to hers, pecking her lips gently. “Wanna make ya feel good.”    

“I hate you…”

“No you don’t. That’s not what you told me on my birthday.”

“Get away from me. Leave me alone!”

“Nope. I’m gonna sit right here until Gear gets back.”

“Fuck you.”

“You know you can talk to me about stuff, right? In a way, we’re kinda like brothers. Plus I’m a dad. I know things. ”

“No! That’s not how it works at all! We’re the same monster, you idiotic tree hugger! We’re not brothers!”

“Well would you rather talk to ME about stuff or your ACTUAL brother?”

“……………..”

“So. How’ya feelin?”

“Not good…”

“Didn’t think so. It’s alright, i’m not gonna tell nobody. It happens.” 

“………………..”

“………………..”

“…..Thanks……Bro….”

Chamber of Secrets - Part 18

Originally posted by annutystan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I know I’ve been the worst in updating but I finally broke free from the massive block that had me frustrated for weeks, it’s not my best but I’m trying to get my groove back on so please feedbacks are greatly appreciated! 

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This morning I heard my boss complaining that she doesn’t have a life outside of work and that as soon as she gets home she goes to bed, and sometimes not even that. 

And I decided not to tell her that this is the norm for most of us. We work. We come home. We maybe have a couple of hours of daylight before its time to go to bed and even so that’s not always guaranteed. 

Like… I’m sorry that work is hard? 

And I know that she has no control over our workloads or what we’re paid, but… 

… maybe scheduling people seven-day weeks back to back isn’t the most ethical of ideas? 

Fight For Love - Theo Raeken and Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

Summary: Theo brings an injured Stiles to (Y/N)’s doorstep after a brutal fight over her love.

“(Y/N). Help!” I heard from outside my door followed by loud knocks. I quickly ran to the front door after putting on my dressing gown due to me being in my pj’s. I swung open the door and Theo shoved past, holding a bleeding Stiles.

“Oh my god! Quick, put him here.” I say as I run into the kitchen and shove all the books off the counter. “I think I still have a kit from Deaton; give me a sec.” I run out the room and search for a small green box that had needles and supernatural healing remedies. I spot the box in one of my draws and grab it, sprinting back down to Stiles. 

“Okay, what happened? What creatures done this to him?”

“Uhh werewolf.” Theo mumbled and I raised my eyebrow giving him a quick glance. 

“Stiles, you okay?” I say as I hold his cheek making him look me in the eyes. He cries in pain and shakes his head, unable to talk. “We need to work quickly.” I rip his shirt off and grab a cream, needle and thread out of the box and lay them out in front of me. “Stiles, I’m sorry but this is going to be one of the worst things you’ll ever feel.” I say before applying the cream to his wounds. He flinches and wails in pain. “Hold him down, Theo!” As I begin stitching his wounds I see Theo’s veins turning black. I smile at him softly when I notice how much pain he’s also going through by absorbing Stiles’. I look back down at Stiles and notice that he’s now passed out which will make it easier for me to work on his cuts.

“What happened?” I ask Theo as I continue to stitch Stiles together.

“There was this uh.. giant pack of werewolves.. and uh..-”

“I know it was you. I can see his blood on your fingers. Why?” Theo inhaled deeply and sighed. 

“He found out something and went crazy angry. Started yelling and punching me. It was like he was out of his mind. And then something came over me and I just… You get the picture. When I came to my senses I realised he was hurt. You were the first person I thought to come to. You know, with all your training with Deaton and stuff..” Theo said but it was obvious that he left some parts out. I decided not to press further on the subject and I finished stitching Stiles in quiet as Theo fumbled around looking at all the different creams and liquids I had stored. 

“All done. He should be awake in an hour or so. I’ll just put him on my couch and watch over him.” 

“I’ll stay too!”

“What?” I giggled.

“I mean, to watch over him. I’ll stay and take him home when he’s better.” 

“Okay… I’ll go and set up the couch one sec.”


“You grab his feet.” I say as I walk back into the kitchen after setting up the fold out couch. I grab ahold of Stiles’ arms/shoulders as Theo grabs his feet and together we carry him to the couch. “Get me when he wakes up, will you?” 

“Oh, I thought I was staying with you?”

“You’re staying there.” I laugh and point at the other side of the pull out bed, next to Stiles. “Goodnight!” I smile sweetly and head off to bed to get an hour or so of sleep.


“(Y/N), wake up.” I feel a hand lightly shaking me. 

“Huh?”

“Stiles, he’s waking up.” I shoot out of bed and quickly make my way downstairs. When I see him propped up on his elbows I smile widely.

“So? How are ya feelin?” I ask smug.

“Not too great, if I’m honest.” He groans.

“Yeah, Theo told me what happened.”

“What? You told her? What the fu-”

“No, not that part.” Theo said with a look that said ‘shut up’.

“What part?” I cut in. When no one answered I got annoyed. “Theo?” My voice deepened. 

“Okay, okay. We were fighting over you.” 

“What?” 

“Theo said that he was going to ask you out and I got angry at him” Stiles interjected, guiltily. 

“And so Stiles here decided to throw a few punches.” 

“I would’ve beaten you if it weren’t for your dumb powers. It’s cheating.”

“Oh, you wanna go again? No werewolf powers and I’ll still smash you.”

“Stop! What the hell has gotten into you two? You’re acting like children. Can someone please actually explain what the hell happened?” I yelled which shut them up.

“Theo told me he was going to ask you out and he’s known for months how much I like you. It’s as if he was doing it to spite me.”

“Oh, because I can’t like a beautiful girl who doesn’t treat me like they think I’m about to kill someone every second of every day!” 

“Well, have you ever thought about not killing people?” 

“I haven’t since I developed feelings for (Y/N).” Theo turns to me and his whole aura changes. “You honestly changed me for better, (Y/N). I don’t know what I’d do without you. Frankly, I’m scared of what I may become.” I stand there, looking at the two in shock. 

“T-this is a lot for me to take in right now. I love you both so much but… I just don’t know in what way I love you. I think I need some time to figure out my feelings… Theo, can you take Stiles home? Without hurting one another?” I say softly. He nods and they leave quietly before Stiles turns around and thanks me for helping heal him. I smile and close the door, locking it. I lean my back against it and huff. “Jesus Christ. How am I going to do this?” I mumble to myself before making my way to bed, eventually coming to a conclusion.

I love…


If you guys enjoyed this let me know and I’ll write an alternate ending for each of them! It should only be a short epilogue of some sort, though.

Uhhh I don’t even know what to title this. So. Have this shitty, self indulgent piece of fuck

Ryuji had never felt so scared in his life. He didn’t expect his life to take a turn like this. He didn’t know people would only stare as he knelt in the middle of the street. Sirens wailed in the distance, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the boy on the ground in front of him.

“Akira, hey,” Ryuji said, propping Akira up in his arms. “You gotta stay awake, bro.”

Akira groaned in response. Ryuji’s heart clenched in his chest. This was his fault. He was the one being dumb and not paying attention to the road. If Ryuji wasn’t so god damn ignorant things wouldn’t have turned out this way. Akira wouldn’t have had to make the decision to push him out of the way. Akira wouldn’t have been hit by that car.

Ryuji’s hand subconsciously slid into Akira’s and squeezed. He couldn’t help but notice the bleeding cut on Akira’s forehead. He wiped the drip away with his t-shirt. Akira gripped Ryuji’s hand just a bit tighter.

“Ryuji,” his voice was quiet, but sound, “it’ll be ok.”

Akira’s eyes desperately wanted to close, Ryuji could tell, and it made the breath in his throat hitch. He held Akira closer and let his grip on his hand grow tighter. “Don’t tell me it’ll be ok. Just stay awake. Stay with me.”

Akira nodded weakly. He squeezed Ryuji’s hand tightly, then his grip went loose. He still held on, but barely.

Ryuji was panicking. It seemed like the ambulance was taking forever to get here. But someone was prying him off of Akira. His hand fell limp as a medic finally untangled it from Akira’s. The flashing lights faded, and a cat poked his hand. Morgana, Ryuji had completely forgotten he was there. Akira dropped his bag to shove him away.

“Tell the others what happened,” Morgana told him, voice calm. “We can meet them at the hospital.”

Ryuji took a shaky breath and rubbed his hurting eyes. He picked up Akira’s bag and pulled out his phone. “Right.”

He sent the alert message as Morgana returned to his spot in the bag. Then Ryuji took off sprinting down the street.

Ryuji was sitting with his head in his hands when Ann rushed up to him. She knelt in front of him and placed her hands on his knees. This was the first time she had seen the boy like this.

“Ryuji, what happened?” she asked softly.

He hesitated in responding, hearing repressed tears in her voice. He took his hands away from his red eyes before he spoke, “We were walking back to the train from the arcade. I was being the dumbass that I always am. I wasn’t paying attention to the road.”

Ryuji’s voice cracked. He shook his head as Ann sprung up to wrap her arms around him. She sighed shakily and held him tight.

“It’s not your fault, Ryuji. In no way is this your fault,” she mumbled worriedly into his ear. “That person in that car not stopping for you is the problem. They’re at fault, not you. It will never be your fault.”

She pulled away to take his hands in hers. She smiled as tears fell from her eyes. Ann took the seat next to him that wasn’t occupied by Morgana and held onto one of his hands with both of hers.

Makoto and Haru hurried in next. Makoto asked what had happened, and Ann answered her so Ryuji didn’t have to. The same happened when Yusuke, Futaba, and Sojiro arrived. Morgana had moved to curl up on Ryuji’s lap, and for once he was grateful for the cat’s presence.

Ryuji had never cried like he did then. He never cried period. No matter how tough things got, he wasn’t the one to break. But today, everyone was supporting him.

Yusuke paced the waiting room. Futaba had her head buried in her coat. Haru and Makoto sat as close to each other as they could get, whispering about whatever they could be talking about right then. Sojiro was leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. Ann still held on to Ryuji’s hand, squeezing it slightly tighter every now and then.

Ryuji heard doors open, and Ann stood at his side. Sojiro stood straight.

“How is he?” Sojiro asked, all business.

“He will be fine,” the doctor spoke. “He only has a few bruised ribs and a slight concussion. The initial hit of the vehicle took everything out of him.”

Though the doctor had presented them with good news, everything still felt wound up. Futaba looked up.

“Can we see him?” she asked quietly.

The doctor nodded. He led them back to a room near the ICU. Ryuji was the first in the room. He was immediately at Akira’s side, barely being able to control his feelings. His fingers grazed Akira’s hand, but didn’t grab hold of it.

Akira was fast asleep. He looked exhausted. A bandage was plastered over the gash on his forehead, but otherwise he seemed ok.

The Phantom Thieves crowded the bed, holding back their worry. Sojiro stood to the side. Ann stood close to Ryuji. He tensed up in surprise when she took his hand and placed it in Akira’s. She smiled at him and nodded her head. Ryuji nodded back, his hand squeezing Akira’s.

None of them said anything. None of them left.

Ryuji didn’t notice he fell asleep until his hand started moving without him wanting it to. His eyes opened to slits to see his hand still in Akira’s, but also covered by the boy’s other hand. That meant…

“Hey there, sunshine,” Akira whispered teasingly. He had his glasses off and a small smile on his face.

Ryuji sat up straight, tiredness fading to happiness. His lips tilted up into a wide grin. He leaned forward and entangled Akira’s hands in his.

“How ya feelin’, dude? Everything doin’ ok?” Ryuji asked, trying to be serious. His smile definitely made it feel less serious.

Akira sighed, his shoulders slouching from the release of tension. “Fine, I guess. I mean, I hurt from being hit by a car but otherwise-”

“You’re perfectly ok, or else you wouldn’t be sassy right now,” Ryuji laughed as quietly as he could. His smile somehow got bigger as Akira desperately tried to hold in his own laughter.

“I can’t laugh, it hurts my ribs,” Akira squeaked, squeezing Ryuji’s hands.

“So you were laughing before?” Ryuji raised an eyebrow, shifting his chair closer to Akira’s bed.

“You didn’t hear this from me but-” Akira leaned to whisper in Ryuji’s ear “-Yusuke talks in his sleep sometimes.”

“What?!” Ryuji’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“Yeah. I heard him talk about what kind of brushes to use for specific types of paint earlier,” Akira confided, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Ryuji had to remove a hand from Akira’s to cover his mouth and stop the laughing. That’s how their morning went. Talking and forgetting about the reality of the situation for a while. It wasn’t until the others were woken up by the entrance of the doctor that their hands fell apart. Ryuji grinned as the others stood and crowded the bed. Throughout their bombarding questions, Akira’s fingers brushed gently against Ryuji’s hand.