your laughs


Taehyung crawling up the bed and laying on top of you, carefully not putting too much weight on you, he kisses down your neck and whines in your ear “didn’t you miss me today?” Right before your mouth opened, he would bite down on the skin from where your neck meets your shoulder and quietly laughs, “you better say yes, you little punk”.

  • yurio: viktor what is this book
  • viktor: ...500 funny jokes that will make your kids laugh
  • yurio: burn it
  • viktor: but-
  • yurio: b u r n
In you I see everything I love. I hear my favorite songs in your laugh and smell my favorite flowers on your skin. When I look in your eyes I see the river I skipped stones on as a child and when we kiss it feels like the first I picked up an instrument. Most importantly in you I see the thing I love more than anything. You.
—  /Oliver

So this is only a little bit of what happened during @vitariesocks livestream tonight. We got to talk about dumb PE teachers, eraser shavings (that somehow got in his eye) go undercover not once, but twice, see three of his wonderful cats, and much much more!

I was having a rough night and this honestly made it so much better so thank you, my guy. Thank you.


I was tagged by @besternatexo for selfie/home screen/lock screen and the last song tag last week AND! for once thrice    I’m showing my lame face. 

I’m tagging (y’all free to ignore it^^) @chengineering, @chootys, @ksooslipring, @ohsehunpai, @jiminieaf, @typicalexhoe @glorious-soobooty and @xbaek (and anyone who wants to do it)

My mum finding out that Dan and Phil exist
  • Mum: Why are you laughing at your phone?
  • Me, showing her my phone screen with pinof 6 paused: I like these two British youtubers who my friends suggested I should watch.
  • Mum: Do they make like... jokes?
  • Me: Yea
  • Mum: Ok
ALM: Opening Night

Summary: This will make sense after you read the Amelia series by @ourforgottenboleros. Yes, I made a fic about a fic.

Notes: It’s an x reader fluff thing! I fell in love with the character of Amelia Miranda, and I wanted more of it. But like, future. Future present. Teenager Amelia! There. Stuff like that. My headcanon is Selena Gomez which blessedly Becca agreed with. I am rambling but the point is that I love this fictional child very much, I love the canon fic very much, I love the canon author very much and there’s more where this came from.

Word count: 752

Originally posted by selenaco

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whenimaunicorn  asked:

You’re passing a horn of mead around the fire when one of the shieldmaidens from another kingdom proposes a salacious game from her homeland. She sets before you Hvitserk, Bjorn, and Ivar and tells them to close their eyes and not to move no matter what happens. She instructs you: “choose one of them to slap, one to lick, and one to fondle.” Make your choices, and if you’re brave enough, describe what you do in more detail (Where? How hard? How do they react?)

You feel terribly embarrassed, but you are not a coward, so you will go forth with this game. Blushing, you step forward and weigh your options.

You decide to slap Bjorn, but only across the knuckles and very gently. You are well aware of his partner Torvi watching the exchange, and you do not wish to provoke her wrath. Licking or fondling or slapping too hard is definitely out. Bjorn just laughs at your gentle slap, opening his eyes to give you a wink.

You move on to Hvitserk. You have always loved his hair. It’s long and looks so soft. You decide to fondle his hair, running your fingers gently through the strands. He sighs in pleasure. “That feels very nice,” he murmurs, and you blush harder as he leans further into your touch.

Finally, you come to the cocky bastard known as Ivar. His eyes are closed, hands clenched on his thighs in anticipation. Your cheeks are practically flaming now, but you steady yourself. You reach out and grab his chin, pushing his head to the left. He makes a noise of protest but lets you do it. You then take your tongue and run it up the length of his strong neck and over the lobe and shell of his ear. His skin is warm and salty and delicious. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” you whisper into his ear, and you are pleased to feel him shudder beneath you.

You step back, your turn over, but a set of piercing blue eyes do not leave you for the rest of the night.


For @janai-farn for the request 8 (I thought you were dead) with Hotch

The doorbell flashes, it wouldn’t do any good for it to ring, you wouldn’t hear it anyway. You make your way to the front door as the light flashes again. You grab your whiteboard and marker then unlock the door.
You don’t even know who it is before you’re hugged tightly to a broad male body. You see a dark head of hair out of the corner of your eye.
You gently push him off of you and write a question mark on your whiteboard. He laughs softly then signs to you that he’s sorry. You pass him your whiteboard and he writes.
‘You match the description of a murder victim that went out. She’s a Jane Doe and I got scared that it could be you.’ You read. You take the marker and after wiping off his message you write one of your own.
'I’m perfectly fine. Thank you for coming to check but why didn’t you just call?’
'I did.’ He writes as you read, 'you didn’t answer so I got worried.’
'You really thought I was dead?’
He nods his head in response. You cup him face in your hands and run a thumb along his jaw. He closes his eyes and presses his head into your palm.
You wish that you could hear his voice, you’d bet it was smooth and comforting, but commanding and strong when it needed to be. You press a soft kiss to his lips and his eyes fly open as you pull away. To your astonishment he signs to you, something he’s never done before.
“Can I kiss you.” His fingers ask.
You don’t answer him, instead you kiss him. One of his hands goes to the back of your head and the other rests in the small of your back. His hair is soft against your fingers, when you wrap your hand around his neck.
He pulls away and smiles down at you, then motions for your whiteboard and marker. You hand it over then he writes
'Dinner?’ You nod with a broad smile and when he holds out his hand you take it.

I'm crying at 7:30

So I watched Markiplier’s recent video.

And I started feeling for him. And my dragon mum instincts kicked in and I just wanted to hug him.

Because he deserves one, he needs one.

You could never disappoint us, Mark.

It’s okay. I’m horrible at talking (hopefully you don’t see this shitty post) when it comes to comforting.

But for 4 - 5 yes I’ve watched your videos, for laughs on bad days or just to see you smiling.

So it’s okay if you feel lost. This feeling will go away. And when it does, it’ll only make you stronger.