yeah you guys can find this

anonymous asked:

do you have recs for trans roadrat smut fic that doesn't involve vaginal penetration or oral on the trans man? i find that very, very dysphoria triggering, and so do a lot of other trans guys i know, but fanfic writers seem to love it... i would especially adore if there was any fic that had the trans man as a top.

Aaahh, yeah for me personally, seeing that stuff helps me not be dysphoric about it, but we can’t help how we feel. I do have a definite preference for a trans man topping or being dominant (usually ends up being Junkrat) which I know is already hard to find, everyone wants to see trans Junkrat sub and take a dick, lmao. (While I’m sure they would realistically switch, I see Roadhog as a much more sexually submissive person and Junkrat as a much more dominant person, so when he’s the trans one and subbing it doesn’t Always sit well with me.)
For me, I know writing something that would fulfill these has been on my to-do list for a while, but I don’t know if I have the proper motivation to sit and write it out of nowhere yet.

I did a quick glance over Ao3 again and it doesn’t look like there are much that fulfill all of those requirements at the same time. :’^( I know there’s a lot of fan art for this kind of stuff, but as far as fics go, this seems rare.

One that might come close is
One Last Try by Wandering_Stars on Ao3, this was one of the very first roadrat fics I ever read, btw! I really enjoy the comfort in it. (There is some over-clothing crotch rubbing in this, though, and the chestplay may not be the best choice if you have dysphoria about that, but that was the intended point of this fic, for Junkrat to have some comfort about having too much on his chest before top surgery.)

Another possibility is the short one
Rub one out by WhiloWhisp on Ao3 (Both of them are trans and pining after each other, with a focus on Junkrat masturbating with non-penetrative rubbing.)

Apparently the creator of Pepe the Frog has just killed him off in a comic because he’s so upset by his use as a white supremacist symbol. Open casket and everything.

This is hilarious, yeah, but reading Matt Furie’s explanation is weirdly heartbreaking. He’s clearly emotionally invested in Pepe and finds him a meaningful expression of himself…

“The characters in ‘Boy’s Club’ will always be a part of me. Andy the wise guy, Landwolf the party animal, Brett the fashionable dancer, and Pepe the chill frog — they are all tweaked reflections of my own values and sensibilities. Their personalities unfolded and blossomed as time went on, but just like the person in your life that you love the most, one day they will die. And death can be as beautiful as life, because it’s what makes life important.”

damn dude I’m sorry the Internet turned your stoner frog son evil

pidge: guys holy SHIT NASA just found like seven new planets and three of them potentially have oceans do you guys realize what this means????? 

keith: oh… oh holy shit, pidge, pidge there might be-

together: ALIENS!!!!! WE MIGHT!!! FIND!!!!!! ALIENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hunk: um. guys? this is all really cool, and i don’t mean to burst your bubble, but, 

hunk: (gestures to coran and allura & the castle in general)

pidge: (visibly deflating) oh. yeah. i almost forgot about that.

keith: same :/

hunk: how can you forget- keith, you are literally part alien we found this out like last week

Demigod Child

As a DM I play 5e, and I tend to play fast and loose, often introducing different mechanics not in the book for monsters and NPCs. My players were in the middle of what was essentially a war zone, and decided to send off one character’s adopted kid to escape while they went to fight. This child wasn’t a fighter, and their only skill (as I described it) was that they were “Very fast and good at dodging”. So, the players decided to give the kid some tools.
One was a halfling with a spare set of armor (good size for an elf kid), another had a poison handaxe, one had a spare sword, and the paladin (usually the resident goofy joke character) gave such an awesome and powerful good-luck you-can-do-it we-believe-in-you speech that I gave the kid a point of inspiration. I was actually getting amused by the fact that they were doing so much for this NPC child who I fully intended to be alright, but eventually the kid was ready to be sent off.

DM (me): So this kid is decked out in humorously deadly gear now, you gonna send them off?
Monk: Yeah. I uh, I kneel down—"Just find my horse Breka and ride off to that one town until we can find you again, okay?“
DM: Uh, Sunny nods and looks really confident with themselves. They’re just gonna turn to set out towards that horse, they know where it is.
Ranger (speaking for the first time in a long bit): I wanna cast a buff on Sunny.
DM: You… oh. Okay, what’s it do?
Ranger: It uh, it adds to their base Dexterity score, [about 7] points, and it lasts for awhile so they have a lot of time to get away.
DM: It… what? That’s a spell?!
Ranger: Yeah, it’s a spell.
Barbarian (sitting next to her and leaning over): Yep, it’s a thing, I’m looking at it right now.
DM: I… okay, you… you do that. Then the kid runs off to find the horse, and… oh my god. Guys, what have you done.
Monk: What? What happened?
DM: …So because Sunny is a child and a small target, I decided to give them a special mechanic. When they’re attacked, they can choose to either just let their AC handle it—which you just boosted with that armor—or they can try and dodge the attack. And instead of AC, they… they contest the roll with Dexterity. They already had a base Dex of 17.
Group: *pause for a long moment before they begin laughing*
DM: Guys, you just made this kid basically unkillable! You just—they’re a demigod, now, this little elf kid scampers off to fight Thor or something, and Thor can’t land a hit! You—the kid is immortal! This kid has become a diety!
Monk: Protect my child! Not even god could hurt them now! God child!!
Group: *begin chanting “God child”*
DM: I—oh my god their initiative mod is insane now too, I—I think this kid just ascends into the heavens. I can’t believe you’ve done this.

the chronicles of meme-llura
~ in which allura completely misuses earth memes


allura: yeah can i get uhhhh, one bofa?

mcdonald’s employee: what … what the hell’s a bofa

allura: (starts giggling) (raises her finger and opens her mouth)

lance: (stepping in front of her) wHAT MY FRIEnd meant to say is, um, she’d like a mcflurry please, yeah, ha, we’re ordering together uh make that two mcflurries


(allura and hunk at the comic store)

comic store employee: hey, morning guys, let me know if you need help finding anything (sneezes into his elbow)

hunk: thanks man we’re all set

allura: yes, and (dabs) right back at ya ;))


mrs. holt: (puts a plate of dinner before allura) and for our royal guest ! :)

allura: thank you mrs. holt :) it looks so delicious, i can’t wait to vore all of this!!

matt: (drops his fork)

pidge: aaaaah would anyone like more peas come on allura let’s go get more


allura: (walks up really close to keith while he’s drinking a soda)

keith: (looks at her and stops drinking) what—

allura: (grabs the soda can and throws it out of the nearest window) YEET

You know, running in the same vein as Yuuri’s friends not knowing he’s famous, Yura probably has to deal with the same thing.

Except for him, it’s less of “I’m too shy to talk about my achievements” and more of “how could they not already know.”

‘Cause he’s kind of a really big deal. 

So imagine this boy, going to college (not the same one as Yuuri though because fuck him), and he’s loaded all his classes onto two weekdays, so he can spend as much time as possible training.

(He needs as much training as he can get. His body recently started changing, and because he wasn’t able to get a good handle on his jumps in time, JJ was able to snatch gold from him at the last Worlds and he’s furious.)

And straight up, everyone in his classes are fucking terrified of him.

He’s intimidatingly gorgeous, with his slender limbs and pouty lips, his waist-length silky blonde hair always braided in some kind of elven prince hairstyle (courtesy of Viktor, who’s had years of experience with his own hair).

And also, the first time some jackass tried to poke fun at his masculinity and call him homophobic slurs, Yura kicked him in the fucking jaw. 

There’s nothing wrong with being gay,” he growls, fingers clenched into fists.

The next day, they find out the guy has been expelled. No one has any doubt whatsoever Yura had a hand in it.

So yeah, when they get a group assignment in one of his classes and Yura says he can’t meet up with them to work on their presentation because he has training, none of his groupmates can find the courage to complain. They don’t ask what kind of training it is.

It does kinda help that he does his part of the project without complaining, and emails it to them well before the deadline they had decided on.

When Yura says again that he can’t attend their second group meeting, one of the guys in his group finally says something.

“What do you have to do that’s so important you can’t work with us on a project that’s worth 20% of your overall grade!?”

Yura shrugs, not even looking up from whoever he’s texting on his phone. “I’m going to be in Japan then.”

Everyone is too stunned to ask why on Earth he’d be flying to Japan in the middle of a semester.

His phone rings, and he walks off before they can stop him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way to the parking lot right now. Would it kill you to be a bit more patient, dad?”

The last word is said sarcastically, but there’s unmistakable affection there.

At the third meeting, Yura again opts out. His groupmates expect it by now, and they don’t bother about asking why. He still does his portion of the work, so they can deal with him being an antisocial shit.

They’re taking a break from studying and schoolwork to go out and get some lunch, and lo and behold, guess who’s at the restaurant they go to?

He’s sitting at a table with two others, his usually immaculate braided knot exchanged for a messy bun that looks no less stunning. He’s still got the brand name clothes, but they’re comfier, not as bright or showy.

The two men he’s with are sitting with their backs to the door, but they seem to be listening intently as Yura talks excitedly about something, his eyes bright and hands gesturing wildly.

His classmates have never seen that kind of expression on his face before.

He notices them as they approach the register, and his face softens into a smile as he waves them over. They’re kind of scared. They’ve never seen him in such a good mood.

As they walk over, the two men he’s with turn around curiously.

Predictably, they’re every bit as gorgeous as Yura is.

Yura introduces them all to his….dads?

The silver-haired man grins proudly, talking about how excited he is that his little Yura is making friends.

Yeah, definitely dads. It suddenly makes sense why Yura had been so furious about that jackass’s homophobic slurs back in the first week of classes.

Yura’s face turns a bright red at the man’s gushing, and he yells at him to, “SHUT THE HELL UP OLD MAN!”

The man laughs, but doesn’t say anything more.

Yura introduces the man as his figure skating coach, Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov, and his husband Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov.

“You figure skate?” he classmates ask, surprised.

The three at the table stare at them all, dumb-founded.

Viktor and Yuuri start laughing uncontrollably then.

Yura turns red and shouts at them to “FUCK OFF!! KATSUDON YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO LAUGH!!”

Yuuri gets his laughter under control, and he turns to look at Yura’s classmates.

“He medalled at the olympics last year,” he informs them. 

Viktor nods enthusiastically at them.

“Both my Yuris were on the podium!!” he informs them happily. “But Yura’s still mad he only got bronze.”


Fanfics based on this post:

~If you want to officially gift your work to me, my AO3/FFN penname is SkyGem!~

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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The Election of 1800

M: “It’s crazy that the guy who comes in second gets to be Vice President”
J: “Yeah, you know what? We can change that. You know why?”
M: “Why?”
J: “‘Cuz I’m the Preside–”
B: “Y-You can’t just do that!
J:

Demons Vs Trees

Our party was making our way through a desert, only to find a forest of cedar, growing in straight lines. Finding a obviously man-created forest in the middle of a desert was a little odd, so our druid (who speaks plant languages) decided to introduce himself. 

Druid: Hello, I’m-
Tree: Do you have the stuff? Am I growing straight enough? I can grow straighter if you give me the stuff!
Druid: The…. Stuff?
Tree: Yeah. You know. The stuff.
Druid: I have no clue what the stuff is.
Tree: Guys, he doesn’t have the stuff. (The other trees groan.) Why would you even come if you don’t have the stuff? 

Meanwhile, the fighter and enchanter find some rocks scattered all over the place that could be used in very strong plant growth potions. They relay this information to the druid.

Druid: I don’t have the stuff, but I can try something. (He casts a spell for speeding plant growth)
Tree: Yes! Yes! Again! More! Do it again!
GM: The trees outside the spell radius are getting agitated and are shaking. They are yelling at you for not casting it on them.
Druid: Holy shit guys, these are addict trees.

Later, in the same forest, we get into an encounter involving a bunch of low level demons.  

Fighter: There’s a lot of them, so no stealing my kills! (Starts off towards the nearest target)
Enchanter: (Uses a spell that vaporizes all of the demons in a 30ft radius)
Fighter: Seriously? What did I just say? (Heads after another)
Druid: (Quietly hands a note to the GM)
GM: Suddenly, the trees begin to shake and branches start falling off left and right. You head thuds through out all of the forest. Luckily, none of you seem to even get a scratch- but all of the demons are dead. After investigating, you find there were more than you thought there were. Maybe about 300 total.
Fighter: Are you kidding me with all this? I wanted to smash something.
Druid: So umm. I might have promised that any trees who helped us in the fight would get a growth spell. We might be in the forest for a while.
Enchanter: I’m still getting over that the battle was won by addict trees.

Sweet Valentine // Spencer Reid x Reader

“That’s sickening,” you commented with a grin as a bouquet of flowers was delivered to JJ right in front of you. She chuckled, aware of the fact you were joking and simply waved the comment away.

“Will is just sweet,” she replied. Your grin grew bigger at the fact JJ couldn’t hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She and Will had been together for a while now and yet he always seemed to find a way to fluster her. Watching JJ receive little gifts was something the whole office had come to enjoy.

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have a date lil mama,” Morgan commented with a smile. You scoffed as you swiveled your chair around in order to face him.

“I don’t need a date. I have Emily and Reid this year,” you replied with a smug smirk. The three of you were the singles of the group and after much convincing, you’d managed to have them agree to an anti-valentine’s day.

“About that…” Emily replied guiltily.

“Emily! Did you seriously get a date at the last minute?? What happened to all of us agreeing to boycott Valentine’s Day by spending it getting drunk together?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“Okay one- we did not agree to boycott. We only agreed to spend the day together since none of us had dates, and two-the drinking thing was your idea. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting completely wasted although I do worry about Reid if you continue that plan,” she laughed. “Sorry babe, I got asked out and I just couldn’t say no.”

“Looks like it’s just you and Reid now,” JJ replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, knowing well that she always pictured the two of you together. You couldn’t deny the fact you’d developed some feelings for the man, but expecting Spencer to make a move was like waiting for rain in a drought. It wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

“I guess I’ll have to let him know it’s just the two of us,” you replied as you shot Emily a look through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I already let him know last night,” she replied.


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Rings Of The Cosmos

That title is just the coolest way I could think of to sum up this idea

So basically I just read through a literal Shit ton of the humans are space orcs stuff and I got to thinking all the aliens already are in contact with eachother before they find us right so here is my theory as to why this is

The closer to the Center you get the more inhabitable planets you find all these dudes found eachother really quickly and were like “let’s become homies” (friendly reminder that these guys are from REALLY mineraly rich plants so war to them is a foreign policy) they keep on doing this eventually have to fight some wars and gather a military

Eventually they start to notice that the further out they go the more dangerous planets get and consequently the tougher the inhabitants get. so they do some math and are like “Kay so intelligent cannot be found this distance away from the Center” this place becomes known as the Dead Zone

They get proven wrong a bunch of times the first time they find a creature in the Dead Zone it’s a zaxxo (I just made that name up give me a break) which are essentially a really fucking big single cell organism they survive on sunlight and can adapt to anything except temperature which is fine for them as they live in THE FUCKING VACUUM OF SPACE.

Anyways language barriers were a Bitch with these guys but eventually a solution was reached

So then people start going “hey if one thing can live in the Dead Zone why can’t another”
Which is pretty sound logic you know

So then they find the drakeks (look I’m bad with names okay) which are these super tall armor plated motherfuckers with poisonous spikes emitting from every orifice I mean sure they’re not the smartest but they don’t need to when they can survive the gravity of their planet which is only THE SIZE OF OUR SUN yeah they’re fucking op. eventually peaceful contact is established and most of them are enrolled into the military (tho there is one REALLY popular drakek musician)

They keep on exploring for maybe a thousand more years and then everyone goes “okay that’s it we already going
Found two species capable of jumping from one planet to another (turns out that if you put a drakek on a normal planet they’re even more terrifying, what gives?)”

it’s a bit after the Dead Zone exploration program is shut down that humans show up and there’s the normal “OH MY DEROG THESE FUCKERS CAN’T BE KILLED” then after ages and ages humans are kinda normalised and integrated like they’re still REALLY fucking handy to have around and really cute and all the other goodness that is associated with the humans are space orcs stuff.

This is the setting for an idea of mine that I may or may not end up posting I honestly don’t know if you read to the end of this I love you. Bye

So @asktheboywholived  @sirussly and TT’s sister Oddoo did this Bellatrix and Fenrir power play post and it’s freaking incredible. Had to draw something based off of it because I have no self control. So here is TT as Fenrir and Oddoo as Bellatrix.

You can find the process video of this here.

Literally my favourite thing about the ‘Enjolras is a trans guy’ headcanon is that there is literally no evidence against it in the brick.

In fact, with all the descriptions of his feminine features, his ‘woman’s face’, his ‘looking like a seventeen year old girl’, the National Guardsman who feels as though he’d be ‘shooting a flower’, and the fact his character was straight up inspired by a woman who went under the pen name Enjolras there is mighty hard evidence to suggest that yeah, you can totally headcanon him as trans and no miserable old cishet white literature scholar can find anything to prove otherwise.

Infuriate the cis with your suspiciously plausible trans Enjolras headcanons. 

Fun comp het things

“Um I’m definitely not gay I’m looking at that other girl’s boobs because I want my boobs to look like that haha”

“I’m not gay I love guys!! Just because I’ve never met a guy in real life that I have ever wanted to come into physical contact with ever doesn’t mean I’m not A MegaHet!!! I love Chris Evans”

“I’m just not in a position in my life where I want to date any guys right now… nor have I ever been in a position where I want to date guys but I’m Straight I Promise”

“Thinking about having sex with other girls? That’s just things all straight girls do haha… Because I’m thinking about stuff that guys would find hot, obviously”

“Theoretically I could see myself with a faceless and featureless man who has no discernible human characteristics in the future! Haha my dream man, you ask? Uh, we’ll he’s got hair, a face, eyes probably…”

“No I Don’t Only Get Crushes On Unattainable Guys Who Will Never Like Me Back Cara Shut Your Mouth”

“Girls are just prettier than boys, you know? Because like, girls can wear makeup and stuff. Even though girls without makeup are still prettier than boys. This Is Heterosexual And Science Trust Me”

“Um haha yeah I like him but I don’t want to be around him or talk to him or touch him ever haha what do you mean that IS normal haha”

“Listen,, me having 18 girl crushes is Normal and Heterosexual who doesn’t wanna fuck Kristen Stewart”

“Um straight girls can also like Hayley Kiyoko”

“I don’t really think I wanna get married because I don’t want to be tied down?? I definitely wanna live with my lady best friend when I’m older though we can have sleepovers every night and cook together and cuddle while we watch movies haha she’s the best and I love her and never want to be without her ever. But ew I definitely don’t want to get married I’m scared of commitment haha”

Once, I was helping this guy with his chemistry homework and when he finally submitted the answer and the computer told him it was correct, we were both like, ‘yay!’, he said ‘thank you’, I said ‘no problem’, and sat back down in my seat. Then, he turns to me, his expression absolutely serious, and he says, “I appreciate you.” and I do this double take like “that wasnt a joke, was it?” And it was just a little jarring because of 1) he was actually serious and 2) how deeply I was moved by it. Like, it was just three words, completely of the blue, but it made me so…well, appreciated? And happy? And after my initial shock, I reply with another thank you and a “dang, you don’t hear that a lot”. And, working on his next hw problem, he’s just like, “Yeah, I try to say it as much as I can. Otherwise, how are people supposed to know?” and that was just the most casual, wonderful gesture of kindness that I’ve experienced.  

Protect You

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Anon requests: can you do a Reggie imagine where he gets into a fight, and at first your mad until you find out it was because somebody was saying gross things about you? thank you xox

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Description: A beaten and bruised Reggie shows up one night on your doorstep.

Warnings: depiction of injuries

Word count: 778

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: I’m so excited to share my first reggie imagine with you guys! hope you enjoy! (also remember to message me if you want to be added to the tag list!)


“Jesus, Reggie,” you muttered as you opened your door to find a battered and bruised Reggie.  "What happened?“

"Can I come in?” he begged, avoiding your question.  He was cradling his left wrist, and blood was dripping from his lip and nose.  You pursed your lips but opened your door wider.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder.  You began to guide him towards your bathroom.  "We have to be quiet though,“ you told him, "because my parents are asleep upstairs.”  Reggie silently nodded.  You opened the door to the bathroom and immediately shuffled through the drawers, trying to find some gauze and disinfectant.  After a couple of minutes of searching, you found all of the supplies you needed.  You gestured for Reggie to sit down on the closed toilet.  Pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, you sent a sympathetic smile towards the beaten boy.

“This may hurt,” you warned him right before you placed the cotton again the cuts on his face.  He winced as it made contact with the wound, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from making any noise.  The two of you sat in silence for ten minutes, Reggie silently watching you as you cleaned his wounds.  As you finished wrapping gauze around his wrist, he spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.  You looked up with a puzzled expression.  "I shouldn’t be troubling you with this.“

"Reggie, if you’re hurt I want you to come here,” you comforted him.  "You’re not bothering me.“

"I just… this was my fault, and I shouldn’t have dragged you into anything.”

“Your fault?” you questioned, leaning back a bit.  "How is it your fault?“

"I got into a fight,” he confessed.  He avoided eye contact with you.

“Jesus, Reggie,” you groaned.  You stood up and began to put away the medical supplies.  "Why would you get yourself into that?“

"Because I had to,” Reggie replied.  "They were saying shit that they shouldn’t have.“

"Oh like what?” you snapped.  "You don’t deserve captain of the football team?  That you don’t get as much action as some of the others?  Honestly, Reggie, if you’re gonna let that shit get under your skin so easily, then don’t bother coming over here afterwards. I’m not here to heal your ego.“  Reggie, stunned into silence, didn’t respond to you.  He sighed and stood up, signaling that he was ready to leave.  You exhaled sharply as you lead him to your door.  When you arrived, you opened it and held it, watching as Reggie exited your house.  Before he stepped off your porch, he turned around to face you.

"They were talking about you,” he explained.  "They were talking about how you have a big ass and that they would totally bang you, and then they started talking about how many points you would be worth in the book.“  Your eyes widened, and you said nothing.  Reggie continued, "I snapped in less than five minutes.  I couldn’t take hearing people talk about you that way.”  Your face softened as you stepped onto your porch, inching closer to Reggie.

“Oh, Reggie,” you sighed, placing a hand on his bruised face.  Gently, you swiped your thumb across the cut on his lip.  He inhaled deeply and grabbed both of your wrists.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.  Your heart rate increased as Reggie’s face inched closer to yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” you asked, trying to make your voice sound steady.  "If I had known-“

"I didn’t want you to know,” he muttered.  "I guess… I guess I was trying to protect you.“  You began to withdraw your hand from his face, but Reggie’s arm snapped up and placed your hand back against his cheek.  Before you could reply, he crashed his lips against yours.  Kissing back, you raised your other hand and cupped the other side of his face.  The two of you pulled apart, and you rested your forehead against Reggie’s.  Neither of you said anything, but smiles graced both of your faces.

"I should get home,” Reggie mumbled after a minute.  You nodded, taking a step back.  He held onto your hand.

“Yeah, I should probably go inside,” you said.  He nodded and slowly released your hand.  You took a few steps backwards towards your door, refusing to remove your gaze from Reggie.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he waved, and began his trek home.  You smiled wistfully and waved, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Goodnight, Reggie,” you muttered, a smile etched onto your face.  You dreamily sighed as you softly shut your door, fingers hovering over where Reggie’s lips were just moments ago.

The Signs as Publizity Quotes
  • Aries: Anything that makes me question my OWN place, in my OWN life, I BLOCK IT OUT.
  • Taurus: He's rich, he's impotent... I'm interested
  • Gemini: You're so shy and small, and she's so loud and huge.
  • Cancer: [Sign that says "crying room"]
  • Leo: I'm just so happy for myself and so WORRIED for you.
  • Virgo: Don't call me ridiculous, you know I don't like being called ridiculous, my dad always called me ridiculous and-
  • Libra: Find out if your personality IS!
  • Scorpio: Are you guys done talking, because I'm done pretending to look down at my binder.
  • Sagittarius: You're just jealous of the risk-taking I've done by getting bangs.
  • Capricorn: I'm a college graduate who deserves the best.
  • Aquarius: And the boyfriends that you have had- "Sure" -were like really bad for you and would like- "yeah" -come over and c*m on your stomach... "Well, I like to have fun."
  • Pisces: Who can never know, like, what will be told, and that is the story, that, like, I will discover when my path unfolds on it.
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Hello! I made another printables (weekly task planner/organizer). This one is where you can just list the tasks you have to do and some reminders (bc sometimes there’s no time to bujo :”))

So yeah! I hope you guys like it, and I hope you find it helpful. If you’re using it, please tag me so that I can see because that makes me happy hahaha. xD

You can find the files here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9dkYS1AjcqjbXdTc1IyeXlGWUk

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