you should kiss me

star wars films rated by anakin being Extra™
  • The Phantom Menace: tries to flirt with the queen of Naboo. tells the Jedi Council he is "cold" when asked how he feels. 7/10 bc he is smol and good and the jedi are mean to him
  • Attack of The Clones: hates sand. "just being around her is...intoxicating." cries a lot. "I'm haunted by that kiss...that you should *never* have given me" anakin pls. 37/10 for pining Anakin.
  • The Clone Wars: now has an Edgy™ scar. causes many explosions and bad jokes. most problems he runs into are because he's v bad at hiding his marriage, fuckin dork. 9/10
  • Revenge of the Sith: where do i even begin. anakin NO 100/10
  • Star Wars Rebels: stands on top of a TIE fighter and flies it with the Force just so his cape can flap in a Cool™ way. 78/10
  • Rogue One: uses the Force to make his cloak flap, makes choking puns to scare Krennic. turns lights off of chest panel just to scare Rebels. literally has his fortress in the same place he fought (and lost) to Obi-Wan. a solid 59/10.
  • A New Hope: chokes people who insult the force. says "the circle is complete" & "when i left you, i was but the learner. now i am the Master!!". 12/10.
  • The Empire Strikes Back: Literally sits and waits at a dinner table so that he can surprise Han & Leia when Lando invites them to dinner??? also cuts off his own sons hand before revealing he is his father. unbeatable extra™-ness, 126/10
  • Return of the Jedi: chooses to redeem himself at the very last minute for the ultimate Dramatic Twist. burns on a pyre of flames. a good 30/10
Be my girlfriend because:

-I’ll buy/make you food
-Staying in and watching a movie is always an option
-I will surprise you with flowers for no reason other than I love you
-Cuddles, all the time
-We can be nerds and geek out over stupid things together
-I’ll (try to) harmonize with you while singing in the car
-Sad? We can make out. Happy? We can make out.
-I’ll rub your butt
-We can treat dogs like our babies
-I’ll protect you from anything scary
-I’ll never ask for anything except a genuine smile
-We can take naps together, any time of day

concept: i’m on the porch sipping coffee looking west towards the mountains, you come join me and place your arm around my waist. i look up to admire you and you kiss me. everything is exactly how it should be.

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  • steve: wait when will i see you again
  • bucky climbing into the cryo chamber: the future
  • steve: NO,, last time you said that you died
  • bucky: *fingerguns* almost died
  • steve: f r e e z e h i m

Korean dramas totally changed my views on skinship/physical contact. If we are not in love, I see no reason why you should be holding my hand, hugging me let alone kissing me. bye. 


Books that I think you should read (Individual/Series)

  • The Perks Of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
  • Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
  • Love, Rosie by Cecelia Ahen
  • Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
  • Isla and the Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins
  • The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler
  • The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight by Jennifer Smith
  • Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
  • Why we Broke up by Daniel Handler
  • 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher
BTS Reaction to: their S/O’s lips tasting sweet

Thank you to @cute-irony for the request!

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Jin would try to be so charming and smooth about stealing another kiss when he tasted your sweet lips. He’d play it off innocently as if he simply was curious about the flavor and that he absolutely had to have at least five more kisses so he could guess exactly what it tasted of. 

“Jagi, that lip balm tastes so familiar! You better kiss me again so I can figure out what it is.”


Yoongi would pretend like he totally didn’t notice how your lips tasted so sweet, but he’d be gushing about it on the inside. He’d probably try to play it cool by acting like he was indifferent when you asked him if he liked your new lip balm. However, he’d then spend the rest of the day trying to find excuses to kiss you so he could taste it again.


As soon as he kissed you, Hoseok would start complimenting you on how sweet your lips tasted and attempt to seem like he was super interested in the lip balm you were wearing, but really he’d be trying to find a way to kiss you again. He would keep insisting that you kiss him a second time so his lips could taste the same way. 

“No Jagi, I don’t want to borrow your lip balm. You should just give me another kiss so my lips can taste as sweet as yours.” 


Namjoon would taste the cherry lip balm you put on as soon as his lips met yours. He would absolutely love how they tasted, but he’d try really hard to play it off cool. He wouldn’t pull away when he tasted how sweet your lips were, he’d instead try to bit your lip or maybe even would let his tongue slip to get a second taste. 


When you kissed Jimin, giving him a taste of the sweet lip balm you’d just put on, he’d pull away and get all giggly while covering his rosy cheeks. He’d get a bit embarrassed about it and would probably do that thing where he hides his tiny hands inside his sleeves and uses them to cover his face. Then he’d shyly compliment you on the sweet taste of your lips and ask if he could have another kiss.


When you kissed Taehyung and he tasted the strawberry balm you’d applied, he’d sit there for a moment, cutely licking his lips a bunch of times before he leaned forward, his lips puckered in anticipation for a second kiss. When you backed away, denying him the kiss, he’d probably get up and start chasing you around the room to steal another taste of your lips.

“Jagiiii, I’m so hungry! Let me taste the strawberries off your lips!” 


Jungkook wouldn’t want to admit that he liked the taste of the lip balm you had on because he’d feel too shy to tell you. He’d probably get super squishy and smiley about it and he’d mumble really quietly that your lips tasted nice. You’d try to tease him by cheekily asking if he’d like another taste and he’d get even more flustered to the point where he wouldn’t be able to answer you because he’d be giggling too hard.

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AN: another late and short one! my bad!

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Request: Anonymous- 94 with laf? (94. “I had a bad dream again.”)

Warnings: death ish 

Word Count: 1,481

Gilbert was two hours late from work, without a call or text about why. You were curled up on the couch nursing a mug of tea, trying to stay awake. These were your least favorite nights. Anything could have happened to him. All you could do was run through all of the possibilities until he got home.

You had tried talking Gilbert out of being a firefighter countless times, but he needed the danger, or something stupid like that. The other guys on his shift were fucking idiotic danger junkies who were going to get him killed. Although, once you thought about it, they were really just early-twenty-some guys. All the guys you had come across thus far in life were idiots. You just wished your boyfriend could have been an idiot in a safer environment.

After a while, you grew too anxious to keep sitting, so you got up to start making another kettle of tea. You filled the kettle and jumped up on the counter while you waited for the water to heat up. You couldn’t put your phone down. It didn’t take long for you to get distracted by old texts between Gilbert and yourself. When you had first met, he was still getting the hang of English and mixed up a lot of common phrases. You teased him for it, but it was really cute. A part of you thought that he only mixed up phrases later because he knew it would put you in a better mood.

“Fuck!” you shrieked when the kettle whistled. “Holy shit!”

“My love? What’s wrong?” Gilbert called from the mudroom.

“Gilly?” you jumped off the counter and moved the kettle off of the burner before you ran to meet Gilbert. When he went to hug you, he lifted you up off the ground a little.

“Are you okay?” he kissed the top of your head.

“Am I okay?” you shook your head. “You’re late. And you didn’t call or text. It’s late, Gilbert. You should ha-”

He kissed you deeply. You were mad that he cut you off at first, but he was too damn good of a kisser. It really wasn’t fair.

“Shall we go to bed? You look tired. And as you said, it is late,” Gilbert kissed you again quickly.

You stifled a yawn. “Sure, babe.”

He smirked down at you for a minute before he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you laughed.

“You’re just so small,” he shrugged a little and started for the the bedroom. “I can’t help it.”

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t help it?’ You just- don’t pick me up like this. It’s not hard,” you grunted, squirming a little.

“You always talk about how lazy you are. I’m just helping you,” Gilbert set you down gently on the bed. “You’re already in my pajamas, but I need to change.”

“Mm, once we moved in, your clothes became our clothes,” you said, watching Gilbert closely as he started stripping.

“Do you like what you see?” he waggled his eyebrows.

You pretended to think about it. “I’m not sure. I think I like Alex more.”

“That gay little piece of shit?” Gilbert gasped. “How can you stand to hurt me so?”

“I’m just a shameless heartbreaker,” you sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the bed.

Gilbert pulled on a loose pair of sweatpants on and joined you. “Oh, most definitely.”

“Do you not think so?” You turned your head to the side. The two of you locked eyes, suddenly not able to joke anymore.

“Je t'aime,” Gilbert whispered. You kissed him softly until you yawned into his mouth, ruining the moment completely.

“Why are you like this,” Gilbert said in a strained voice.

“I don’t know,” you winced. “Let’s just sleep and pretend like it didn’t happen, yeah?”

He nodded quickly and pulled you against his chest. “I love you anyway,” he said, back to a whisper. You kissed his chest lightly. You were asleep almost immediately, though it didn’t last very long.

Across the street from you, a large building was engulfed in flames. You tried to call for someone else, but nothing happened. The same result came from trying to move. All you could do was stand and watch. You heard sirens coming from behind you and saw what seemed like truck, after truck, after truck park in front of the building. You looked closely as people began filing out of the trucks. A little ways down the line, you saw someone who looked familiar. Gilbert.

Your stomach fell instantly and you tried to yell for him, forgetting that you weren’t able to make a sound. This was one of the few things you never wanted to see, and now you were stuck watching it, unable to do anything about it. Suddenly you had a clear view of Gilbert and the building. Of course he was the first one in. He was so brace and you felt so selfish for not wanting him to do this, but you couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was going to happen.

People began staggering slowly out of the building one by one. A few minutes later and Gilbert still hadn’t come out. And then you noticed people yelling. They were ushering everyone away from the building. You tried asking what was happening, forgetting yet again that you were stuck, a silent observer. Your heart began to race as you saw parts of the building beginning to crumble.

Gilbert was still inside.

That was all you could think.

Someone get him.

Larger chunks began falling and everyone’s faces were frozen in a look of passiveness. Almost like they didn’t care that people were still in there.

Help him!

People began running and you were stuck. Chunk after chunk after chunk were falling.

Let me go in and get him!

And then the building collapsed in on itself.


A scream finally tore from your throat.

“Gilly!” you sobbed. Gilbert’s arms tightened around you as you shook uncontrollably.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he sat up slowly and pulled you into his lap, rocking you gently. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I had a bad dream again,” you gasped between sobs.

“Breathe, love. It’s okay, I promise. Breathe,” Gilbert pressed kisses into your hair.

You couldn’t breathe. It should have been one thing you could do, but all you could manage was short, shallow gulps of air. They weren’t doing much for you.

“Love, please,” he rubbed your arms and pressed more kisses into your hair, think for a minute. “Can you repeat after me?”

You nodded a little. This didn’t seem like the time, but whatever.

“Coin,” Gilbert murmured.

You took as deep a breath as you could. “Corner.”

“Le magasin,” he kissed your jaw.

“I don’t-,” you tried to slow your breaths more and think. “Store?”

He nodded. You felt him smile as he kissed you neck lightly.

“Ampoule,” he murmured against your skin, waiting for your response. “Breathe. Ampoule.”

“Bulb,” you said after a minute.

He squeezed you comfortingly. “Three out of three! You did good!”

“Well,” you mumbled.

“What?” Gilbert kissed your neck again.  

“Superman does good, you do well,” you explained. He nodded, but you knew he didn’t understand.

“Do you want to do a little more? You’re still shaking, love,” he asked and waited until you nodded before he started again. “Chaleur.”

“H-heat,” you looked down at the mattress, trying not to start crying again.

“Hier soir,” he turned you in his lap and wiped your cheeks. “Hier soir.”

“Last night,” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face, so you stared at his chest.

“Douleur,” Gilbert tilted your chin up gently.

Your voice got caught in your throat. “Pain,” you whispered.

“Good, love. You’re doing so good,” he kissed your forehead. “Appelle-moi.”

“Call me. Which you should have done earlier,” you grumbled.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “Bleu.”

“Blue,” you played with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Easy.”

“Aime-moi,” he rested his hands on your thighs and rubbed them slowly.

“Love me,” you replied.

“Already do,” he kissed you, smiling with maybe a little cockiness.

“How do you say ‘kiss me?’” you rested your hands on his hips. “Not that I usually have to ask.”

“Embrasse moi. And you don’t have to ask because I don’t think we should deny ourselves the simple pleasures in life,” Gilbert shrugged.

“Mm. And how do you say ‘hold me?’” you yawned.

Gilbert laid back and you moved to lay with your head on his chest. He yawned as he wrapped his arms back around you. “Serre moi,” he responded a minute later.

“Thank you, Gilly,” you whispered.

“Anything for you, my love,” he whispered back. He rubbed circles on your side with his thumb, smiling contentedly when you began snoring quietly. He stayed up long enough to watch the sunrise.

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"Tell me" Marichat please Chat confesses to Mari and Duh... she feels the same.

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