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hide-your-bugs-away · 3 years ago

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hi omg can u just rant about bonovan i need my bob and don fix!!

!!!! BONOVAN MOMENT AAAA OF COURSE!! I love those two softies with my entire heart,, who gave them the right to just chill and listen to one another's music with so much tenderness and adoration??

(Ramblings below:) 😔

Okay, first of all, I'm still on a mission to collect little tidbits of Bob/Don info from vintage magazines when I'm able to... I'm pretty satisfied with the information I've gathered for them so far, but every now and then, I find something really cool (and soft) that I really want to get for myself. This time, it's an issue of Record Mirror from May of 1965; May 15th, to be exact (don't think Bob had even left London yet)! In this issue, Don reviews all of the tracks from "Bringing It All Back Home" and a a a,, it's really sweet. Mentions the songs that Bob played for him,, and also says that it's impossible for him to put into words how he thinks about him. 🥺🥺 Bob's like: marry me now please

Here's a link to the article:

Now, why would I potentially want to spend $70 on an article that I can just read online?? Agh,, gotta hold the softies,, y'know?? 😢😢

Besides that, have to give a shout-out to Dr. Bonovan (as @/daisychain-unchained and I affectionately call him,, his real name is William Rothman) - author of the book Documentary Film Classics. It's all about cinéma vérité films, a huge section devoted to Dont Look Back, and it's honestly one of the best, most thorough interpretations of the movie I've ever read (besides our own gay version, of course 👀). I'm biased... but I really appreciate the affectionate way in which he interprets Bob and Don's relationship, despite using only the context of the movie to draw from. Some of his phrasing, such as "Dylan nods, laughing almost shyly, as if appreciating Donovan's appreciation of him," with regards to their song-exchange, or considering Bob's reference to Donovan in his performance of "Talking World War III Blues" as "an affectionate public acknowledgement", or the fact that he insinuates that Bob blowing up like he did during the drunk-glass situation was for Donovan's benefit - to impress him. Not even I thought of reading the situation like that before... beautiful. 👀 Hannah said it's written like a fanfiction, and it really is! Shout-out to this film scholar for combating dumb YouTube comments worldwide who think they hated each other and tells the correct, affectionate narrative. 😔🙏

Alright, realistic stuff out of the way, let's get s o f t. Like how l'd like to think they hung out during Bob's '66 tour of England, and that Don noticed how exhausted and tired he was from the crazy schedule and the constant berating of his choice to go electric (a choice Don whole-heartedly supports). So he takes Bob away on a drive when he's got some downtime. To the seaside cliffs of St. Ives, one of Don's favorite places to relax and let himself just sink into nature - he wants to share it with Bob. And let him know that he's supported and loved and always has someone to turn to if he needs it. The get stoned on the cliffs together, spend the night outside, arms around one another, listening to the waves and each other's heartbeats. And it's one of the most rejuvenating experiences Bob has had in his entire life.

!! Also, here are a couple doodles of them for the soul. 😔🙏 I need to post my art of them more,, they're really relaxing and fun for me to draw!! Fluffy-haired softies are a guilty pleasure of mine. 🥺

ONE MORE THING,, it's thanks to Bob that Don met the Beatles which is 👀👀 a whole thing I won't get into now because,, I'm planning a comic for it,, BUT AAA!! Important!! Important moment in music history, and important because it proves that Bob really cares about him, enough to coordinate things and allow Donovan to meet a band he has been eager to meet for a while! 🥺

#aGDHHSHSHS THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME GO OFF ABOUT THEM AAAAA 🥺🥺🥺#tHEY ARE SOFTNESS INCARNATE.........#big guilty pleasure ship of mine......... i literally have dylan digs donovan hanging over my pillow #my first mag ever was rave's june 1965 'in the shadow of dylan'#i own an awful bootleg karaoke cd of their music #they are the reason i learned about the funky piano man 😢😢😢😢#agHgHH they are the reason 'dont look back' is a cinematic masterpiece #they are just....aghhh wonderful soft #so much to draw from just a few short weeks they spent together...... it's beautiful #anyway thanks you again for letting me ramble i'm always happy to talk about and provide content about them 🥺🥺#all of my comfort ships are rarepairs so anytime i'm able to talk about them or share my art...... i go feral #i also go feral when i watch dont look back #thanks for setting them up alan #asks #anon #things i said today #bonovan #dylovan #devil in her art

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aeons-domain · 2 years ago

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Hi there, nice to meet you!

I haven't reblogged it yet, but a HUGE thank you for drawing my s/i, she really came out beautifully in your style! I'm insanely happy 🥺💕

Also your other arts are really cool, especially the way you do shading and lighting in them 💖

Wishing you a great day and mood! And hopefully we get along well ^^ 💕

SENDS U A LOVING KAKYOIN hiya!!! Nice to meet u too!!

Awww, it makes my morning to hear that you liked it! As I always and will always say (lol), it's a pleasure and an honor to draw something for people hehe 🥰💖

AWWWW STOP I'M REALLY FLATTERED i really am!!! aaaaa you're the absolute sweetest, Leri 😳🥺💓💓💓 thank you thank you!

I hope you have a great day/night ahead of you too!! Looking forward to our future interactions hehe 💕💞💗

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udunie · 3 years ago

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Since you’ve been so generous with us I thought maybe you’d appreciate an idea I had a while back but didn’t know what to do with. Maybe you enjoy reading it 💖

Stiles’ dad uses everything in reach to stuff up Stiles’ sloppy hole. Be it the tv remote, the whisk in the kitchen, his police Flashlight or even the shoehorn next to their entry door. He takes great pleasure in just stuffing something inside that’s within reach, not even thinking about if it would be comfortable.

And what he loves even more is drawing attention to the things Stiles had inside of him when guests are coming over. Just casually dropping sentences like „I have no Idea why our whisk is so bent out of shape. Stiles what did you do with that?“ Or „I always thought our shoehorn was rather big, but Stiles kept complaining about how it’s so small and he can barely use it.“ „I can’t even tell you how often Stiles borrows my flashlight and every time before I go to work I have to hunt him down and take it from him again“ „Last week I had to search for our baseball bat for two hours and guess what? Stiles had it the entire time“ Sometimes he even stuffs Stiles full before guest are coming and makes him keep whatever it is inside the entire time, and of course comments on it: „Stiles have you seen the tv remote? I just can’t find it“ or „I wanted to cook but now I just can’t find the small bottle of oil we normally use, I bet Stiles took it to his room and hasn’t brought it back yet.“

Stiles always flushes incredibly red and can’t form coherent words anymore. But he also doesn’t even know what he would say because his dad knows exactly where those things are and he can’t really just take them out of his ass right then and there (not that his dad would even allow it)

Just a little thought I had as thank you for the amazing stuff you gave us this week 💖

-🏺

Aaaaa! That is a wonderful little image! 😍

I think this would be absolutely amazing as a general human au, but right now for some reason, I would also love this as an omega pussy situation, where stiles has two holes to stuff full??? and just, having to lock his legs while he sits at the dinner table when they have guests over, because while he is sitting on the remote in his ass, so that's safely lodged in there, the three tangerines that are absent from the fruit bowl feel like they can start slipping out any second.

All the while his dad is bemoaning how Stiles keeps 'gobbling up' all the decoration

#(can you tell im having fun with the windows button+. combo lol)#prompt box #feel free to send more guys i miss having fun with you all #🏺

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mirrorforevers · 4 years ago

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silently • graham coxon/reader

this is a direct result of this prompt right here

don’t b sorry love, we’re all horny here. this prompt immediately took me out of my writer’s block so yeah gsdjsdhgsdj it was a blessing! tysm for sending it n i rly rly hope u enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it aaaaa i literally couldn’t stop. this one has a special place in my heart now.

also please tell me whatchu think abt this one on my askbox! unbeta’ed bc i love danger

word count: 2.809

warnings: smut. shameless, fast paced fluffy smut.

You couldn't understand why the hell he was so nervous. On the way to your parents' home he asked more questions than a 4-year-old on their way to a park - what are they like, what do they like to do, do they know Blur? Do you think they will find my shoe ridiculous? I'm sure they'll think I’m a weirdo. What did you tell them about me? Even the many kisses you gave him were not enough to calm him down, leaving you to assure him that even if your parents didn't like him - which would be impossible, Graham was never better and more pleasant to live with - you would continue to like him. Very much.

Couldn't live without him, actually.

When you arrive at the door, your mother greets you with a wide, surprised smile - it didn't even seem like she had been begging to meet Graham for months and meticulously planned every minute of the time you would spend together. Her friendly posture seemed to make him more comfortable, the fact that your father was traveling also ended up making him more relaxed. “Dads are always frightening,” he’d say. He agreed to spend the rest of the night there after having an extremely pleasant dinner.

While he does the dishes, you and your mother clean the table when you decide to stop by the kitchen to talk to your boyfriend.

"It wasn't that difficult, was it?" You ask, a daring tone in your voice.

He smiles sheepishly. "Everything went significantly better than I thought it would, honestly."

“You did well. Not that she is hard to please, but you are really sweet.” You kiss him on the cheek. (It's so cute how he still blushes at these things after months of dating.)

"Thank you, love."

"I mean it. I think you deserve a gift for being like this.”

He looks at you, starting to pay even greater attention to the direction of the conversation. “And what do you have in mind?”

You whisper in his ear in the most seemingly innocuous tone you can feign. “I, for one, think you should fuck me senseless in the room upstairs.” He smiles, gaze a little lost in his surroundings as it usually goes whenever he’s pleasantly disconcerted by your dirty talk. Your hands travel his body subtly under his shirt. He hisses: “Can’t wait.” His voice is weak. You love to tease him like that.

You give him a little peck where his mouth and cheek meet – and then you motion to leave after a wink. “See you in a few minutes.”

“Babies, sorry to interrupt,” your mom arrives at the door, instantly killing off the whole mood you’ve created. “I forgot to tell you, but some other people from our family will be here in a few minutes. We’re not done yet!”

Graham’s really confused. You shrug and give him some context – “My family just loves gatherings in general. And they’re excited that I have a boyfriend now, apparently.” To which your mom points: “Exactly! They want to meet you too, Coxon!”

You can feel the anxiety building in him again already. He’s so uncomfortable it hurts, and you know his head is spinning. He doesn’t want to let you down, and after your mom leaves, you go back to calming him down again. “Baby, it’s okay, I promise. If you’re too overwhelmed we--”

“No, no. I signed up for this. I’ll be okay. I’ll have a drink or two…”

You completely discard this possibility. No associating alcohol to social abilities anymore after everything he went through because of it. “No. We’ll find other ways to calm you down.” After some seconds of a silent yet intense brainstorm, you have an idea. But you won’t tell him. “Ok, I know what to do to take your mind off the pressure. Just wait and see, and no beers, alright?”

“Alright… I guess.”

After giving him yet another peck while he finishes cleaning the plates, you quickly run upstairs to change from the tight jeans and band shirt you’re wearing to a very light and flimsy sundress. And that’s all the clothing you choose. It fits you well, and leaves not much to the imagination. You know it’s a family gathering, but it’s also summer, so no severe dress codes were being enforced in any significant way.

He reads your mind the moment he sees you in the dress, shaking his head in pleased disbelief at the sight. He mouths a small “you didn’t” while a stupidly joyful smile slowly shines over the tight expression of worry he once had. To which you mouth back: “I did.” You then go back to playfully teasing each other a bit while you take care of the sudden assembly’s preparations.

Your family members arrive and, as expected, they’re really thrilled to meet your guy. Graham answers so many questions, and ends up sharing so much of how he feels about you with them, and bit by bit, the warmth and wholesome aura of your closest relatives makes him feel truly welcomed. He feels like he knows you even better now, now that he knows where your energy and vitality come from. He could see bits of your personality in every single one of them – of course you are still the splendid whole, but still. It made sense.

Also, you noticed he didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. He was hungry and you’re glad your plan worked. It was easier to forget about how hard sociability is when his mind was somewhere else.

After a while, though, you could sense him getting fidgetier. Even though he was considerably and visibly more relaxed than he was a few hours ago, that amount of social interaction, specially while sober, still drained a lot of his energy. You take his hands, announcing you two were getting something else to eat. You go to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the lights, and though the house is empty you two could still hear the enthusiastic discussion your family is having outside, slightly drowned by the distance and the walls separating you now.

“You did so great, baby.” You smile, giving him a victory kiss while he envelops you in a tight hug. He’s proud of himself too, and he deserves to feel like that. “They love you already.”

“They’re just like you, in a way. I’m glad everything went well,” he sounds relieved, still tired, but relieved. “I couldn’t stop thinking about that proposal you made me earlier, though.”

“I know,” You plant a chaste kiss on his jaw. “I felt your eyes on me.”

This second kiss he gives you feels different. It’s longer. Famished. Purposeful. His hands are friskier now, traveling hastily throughout your body, and you alternate between giving in and becoming progressively more alert of your surroundings. You can have an idea of where this is heading. The swirling of his tongue around yours makes you dizzy, and the feeling somewhat akin to an electric shock – but milder, and definitely more carnal – that flows through your body when he bites your lower lip and brings your hips closer to his brings you back to reality. “We have to be careful,” you whisper, each of your lips just barely touching while you breathe each other’s air.

“I promise I’ll be. You look delicious in this dress, I… don’t know where to start.” He cups your cheeks while drawing imaginary lines across your lips with the tip of his thumbs.

“Think fast. Never took you for a quickie guy.” You chuckle.

“I like to take my time, yes, but some things can’t wait.”

And with that, with the dexterity and carefulness of a cat, he sinks to his knees in front of you, lifting up your dress with one hand and one of your legs with the other, your leg now resting on one of his large shoulders. He takes hold of your hips, angling you toward him. You hiss in anticipation, and you can feel your core burning in expectation too. Your hands now firmly grab the counter behind you for support while you turn behind you with attentive eyes to see if no one’s coming. You’re safe, for now. The thrill of getting caught is one that will never get old.

His eyes seek yours for reassurance. You, without a word, give it to him. You both look lovely bathed in moonlight. He teases you first, kissing and sucking at the skin on your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your center until after a couple minutes of that sweet agony his lips graze across that aching part of you.

He flicks his tongue delicately through your folds, playing with your wetness. The way his hands caress your lifted thigh so delicately while his tongue inscribes poems to your clit is something that makes your stomach flutter, you simply can’t ignore those tiny adorable actions that make loving him so addictive and rewarding. Keeping yourself silent and struggling to remain somewhat composed to anyone who might see you from outside is a painfully arousing contradiction to the sensations you’re feeling. He’s doing his best to fuck you up, gradually setting a rhythmic pace to his movements with the intent to release the spring now starting to coil tightly low in your abdomen.

“Jesus, Gra—f-fuck. Fuck.” You whisper, breathlessly, while simultaneously suppressing a moan when he delves his tongue even deeper in your core, your fingers instinctively curling and closing a fist on his hair, making him groan. You buck your hips against his lips and you can feel sweat beading on the backs of your knees, heart threatening to jump out of your mouth by how fast it’s racing.

You suddenly freeze when you hear a voice from outside approaching the kitchen and you lightly tap his shoulder. Graham stops on command, but he won’t get up until he’s absolutely certain he should. He sprinkles your thigh with small kisses again, eyes droopy with the high from giving you the pleasure he knows he’s giving you while he admires you. The person heading for the kitchen takes a turn to the opposite side and you sigh in relief. “False alarm. Go on, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You notice he’s panting, and you can only guess how hard he is, judging by the tone of his voice. The time you spent frozen wasn’t enough to completely burn out the fire he’d already created within you, but he’s determined to give you an orgasm before anyone can interrupt you again – now he had two fingers moving, stroking, curling inside of you in delightful ways while his tongue began to work your clit in tight little circles. You could feel him moaning against your sex, he really liked this. And fuck, he was good at it. He slips one more finger into you, his ring finger, making your pleasure soon explode into a trembling climax. You couldn’t stop the little sound you made and he kisses your thigh in reply while still lazily fucking you with his fingers. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

One of your hands move to your mouth in order to cover the sound you really want to make. Graham, once again, looks really proud of himself.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and cleans them with his tongue before he lifts up again as inconspicuously as possible. You try to look like nothing happened, and you’re both glad that, apparently, no one’s giving a single fuck to whatever’s going on where you are. Given the realization, you look at each other and giggle. He then pulls you in a hug, voice husky when he teases, and confesses, “You can’t imagine how bad I want to fuck you right here. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“We’ll have to take this to the bedroom, love.” You reply, still recovering from your orgasm. You can’t risk more than you’ve already risked. He looks slightly…

Disappointed.

You smile. “You thrill-seeking bastard. You enjoyed this way too much, didn’t you?”

“Didn’t you?” He questions back, tickling your sides, a wide, satisfied smile on his face. God, you loved him so much. He pulls you back to him again, and you turn to the other side so he can grind against you from behind. He’s rock hard. “We have some thick curtains here, after all.” You say, mischievously, before you close the curtains as carefully as possible. He lifts up your dress once again, this time high enough so he can fill his hands with your breasts, and he, agonizingly slowly, teases your nipples with his fingertips while he keeps grinding against you. This, alone, gets you motivated enough for another round. “God, Coxon, you’re going to be the death of me.” Your voice’s painfully needy, just like every other part of you.

You spread your legs a little wider to give him better access to you. Feeling cool air against your bare ass, you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut when his hand squeezes your butt. “Dripping wet for me. You’re glistening.” He quietly notes, giving your butt a little kiss - you then look over your shoulder to watch him get his jeans open. His hard cock bounces against your ass as he pushes his boxers down. You wiggle to get him inside you while he tortuously slowly runs the tip of his cock between the slick folds of your pussy. When it bumps against your sensitive clit, you can’t stop the mewl of his name.

After a few more hard breaths, he was inside you. You’re hungry for him too, and the sound of your body clashing against his is something unbelievable. You begin in a faster pace than the one you’re used to – and that’s not a problem. At all. Speed is of essence, but you’re also starving for each other. It feels like no contact is ever 100% enough.

Your hands keep firmly gripping the balcony and when he lowers his chest against your back you can’t hold back the involuntary gasp that leaves your throat and echoes through the empty house. One of his large hands holds your hips in place while he fucks you mercilessly, the other one covers your mouth hastily – his shaky voice betrays how badly this is affecting him too. “Shhh, love. You don't want anyone seeing you in that state. So fucking tight around me.”

He was sinking more deeply into you with each thrust now, and trying to keep your eyes open while his now awaken dominant side is doing that to you, exactly the way you want him to, is torture. You feel like you’re going to pass out from the all the sensorial and contextual stimulation. “You want me to come inside you, baby?” To which you keenly reply with a nod, not bothering to uncover your mouth. This was perfect.

He edged his hips back so he reaches your most sensitive spot and his grip on your mouth constricts when he notices how loud you want to be. “Feels like a dream inside you but keep. Quiet.” His voice lowers to a breathy whisper against your throat and the hands that were holding your hips in place now snaked to the front of your body to help you get off. And like that, you do, coming a second time, this orgasm even more intense than the last. The way your walls twitch around his dick is enough to push him over the edge too, and you feel him spilling inside you. You milk him of every drop, and after you both ride off your high, you feel a tender kiss that lasts for a while in your scalp, a silent “thank you” while he slips out of you.

You put your dress back on place, trying to compose yourself before you can look another human in the eye again. You have a positively overwhelmed, just-woke-up-from-an-incredible-dream look on your face. “You better not get me addicted to this kind of risky shit.”

He laughs while he also does his best to look like not one hair or piece of clothing ever went out of place. “Sorry, Y/N, I think I already did.”

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #alex james #dave rowntree #damon albarn #britpop #smut #imagine #reader insert #graham x reader

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adashofstarshine · 4 years ago

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out~ ((Ive been reading ToTS since the beginning and ive loved every chapter. Your writing is amazing, the world building, the characters, the story is just so Aaaaa!! And your art is phenomenal. Youre so talanted in so many ways))

Thank you! That’s very kind of you. I hope you continue to enjoy what’s to come, and that you’re doing well in general!

(Sorry if I saw this late, tumblr didn’t let me know it arrived.)

I’m not sure how everyone feels about chain posts (This is my first one), but I’ll certainly tag some people for a Beautiful Person Award.

Beautiful People Awards go to:

You! Thank you for supporting me, your likes and reblogs are always a pleasure to see on tumblr and inspire me to continue to create.

And some tagging:

@jacebeleren - who is funny and very talented! He draws amazing Jaces and is always a pleasure to talk to!

@wrexie - An amazingly talented artist and all around splendid person! They inspire me to become a better artist with their wonderful Jaces, Vraskas and Snabies.

@stormconduit - A wonderful artist and writer, whose talents I’ve admired since I first discovered them! Also he indirectly introduced me to so many cool artists on Twitter so thank you!

@cowboyaddie - A wonderful and generous person who gives me the confidence to try new things with my art and encourages me to become a better artist! He’s also great to talk to and I’m so glad to have met him!

@commoner64 - An all round great person who’s art and boundless enthusiasm are always a delight to see! I look forward to playing D&D with him and everyone else above soon!

#canonicaldraconical

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shanicetjn · 4 months ago

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Sophia, Emily & Tommie

Commission for thebanhdot_com of his OCs - Sophia, Emily and Tommie.

Check out my progress below.

Completed - 22 August 2024

#commissions #Sophia #Sophia Torres #Emily #Emily Ward #Tommie #Tommie Ortega #August #2024 #Aaaaa I had so much fun with this comm!!#It's always such a pleasure to draw your OCs for you #Thank you for letting me draw them again!!#Thank you so much for your support #I appreciate you lots and lots and lots #<3

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honeychats · 5 years ago

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like i mentioned before, the sentibug/nightmadrien art was what lead me to finding your blog, then i scrolled through your art tag (fell head over heels for your trans girl / enby adrien art) and just absolutely fell in love with you style and sense of humor. your bright personality really shines through each piece and it's always been such a pleasure seeing you posting/reblogging on my dash!

This is super sweet im going to get diabeetes aaaaa 🙈💖💖💕💖💕💖💕

I’m speechless, thank you so much 😭💖

Also, i should draw more enby adrien, i haven’t drawn them enough and that’s a crime

#replies #i’m so happy to hear you guys enjoy my stuff #it really makes my day #this is so nice foreal thanks u lovely human ♡#it probably took me like 20 minutes to reply sorry fvhfvgvb i was that speechless

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byuneebuns · 6 years ago

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Fenced In (Part 14)

Chanyeol/Baekhyun x Reader College AU

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, College AU

Author’s Note: aaaaa I’m sorry that this took so long. August has sucked to be blunt. Also don’t kill me I love all of you ♡

Fenced In Mini Masterlist

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

Before he could utter another word you were draping your arms around his neck and pulling him on top of you, locking your lips with his in a messy, desperate kiss. He pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes searching your face with bewilderment.

“Chanyeol, I want you to show me.”

There was a heavy silence as you stared at each other, only the sound of your heavy breathing puncturing it.

You squirmed uncomfortably beneath him, feeling a little foolish for coming on so strongly, your eyes lowering from his intense stare as you felt regret start to creep over you.

The feeling of a large, warm hand on your cheek drew your eyes back to Chanyeol, who was looking at you with fire dancing in his dark irises.

“Are you sure?” His deep voice rumbled. You’d barely finished nodding in confirmation before his soft lips were pressing hard into yours. It was sloppy, all teeth and desperation, and you felt dizzy with lack of oxygen and could feel your panties dampening at an alarming speed. You’d fantasized about this for so long that now it hardly felt real.

You gasped for air when he finally pulled back, both of you panting. He stood, picking you up again and tossing you over his shoulder. He brought one of his hands to your ass, massaging it gently, his fingers dangerously close to where you wanted them. You whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip, silently begging for more as you passed your bedroom door and heard the one next to it creaking open.

He tossed you on his bed gently, being careful not to injure you, and wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and jeans to reveal his beautifully toned chest. You were mesmerized, your eyes tracing every curve of his body, thankful that you could finally do so without having to pretend that you weren’t, paying extra attention to the growing bulge between his hips.

He smirked, running one long hand over his boxer briefs and squeezing himself through them.

“See something you like?”

You answered with a shy smirk of your own.

“I do.”

Your voice came out huskier than normal. You sat up, spreading your legs wide on the bed so he could just barely see your panties peeking out from underneath your skirt, and slowly pulled your tight red sweater over your head, revealing the lace white bra underneath. Your smirk grew when you saw the rapt attention he was paying you, his hand still gripping his clothed member.

You slowly slipped your bra straps over your shoulders, letting them inch down your arms as you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, your nipples growing hard both from the anticipation and the cold air as your bra fell to the bed.

You ran your hands over your bare breasts, squeezing them lightly and rubbing your nipples softly with your thumbs, your eyes locked with Chanyeol’s.

“Don’t you see something that you like?” You asked in an faux-innocent voice, tilting your head to one side playfully, your walls clenching on air when Chanyeol trapped his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze practically scalding you.

“Fuck, baby, I do. Can I come play too?” He asked eagerly, his voice already several octaves lower as his heated gaze inched down your frame.

You tapped your pointer finger against your chin thoughtfully, your other hand still massaging your firm breast.

“Hmm. You don’t really seem that excited about it.” You replied, pouting.

Chanyeol squeezed his hardening dick through his boxer briefs again and groaned, the force of it reverberating through his chest and almost sounding like a purr.

“I don’t seem excited? Look at how hard I am for you and all I’ve done is kiss you and watch you take off your shirt. No one could possibly want you more than I want you now, more than I’ve wanted you for months. Please, don’t torture me more than you already have every time you walked around in those tiny fucking shorts.” He moaned, palming his cock through the thin black fabric, his eyes searing into you as if daring you to suggest that he wasn’t excited a second time.

“Is that so?”

You weren’t normally one to tease (much) but there was something that swelled up in you that made you want to draw this out as much as possible. Maybe it was the months of pining finally coming to fruition and you felt you both deserved one last bout of suffering together before giving in.

You lifted your skirt and shimmied your panties off, tossing them in Chanyeol’s direction, grateful they’d landed so he would see the large wet spot that had been accumulating on them because of him. For him.

You ran your hands up your thighs at an agonizing pace, bringing them under your skirt. You toyed with your entrance before tentatively slipping a finger inside, wishing for the trillionth time that it was Chanyeol’s long digit instead of your short one, your pussy quivering with the very real potential of that dream coming true today.

You pulled your index finger back out, a string of your arousal connecting your finger to your center, forcing a strangled gasp from Chanyeol, his former obedience forgotten as he marched towards you swiftly and firmly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his mouth and sucking the finger that you’d put inside of you, making your breath catch and your eyes widen.

He finally released your trembling hand from his lips and pushed you onto your back without a single word, instead dropping to his knees next to the bed and pulling you by your ankles towards the edge of the bed and to where he was waiting.

You gasped and shuddered when his tongue met your clit without warning, his lips latching onto it instantly and sucking greedily. He hummed with satisfaction when you tangled your fingers into his fluffy hair, trying to pull him closer, whimpering and gasping with every expert flick of his tongue. He was eating you out like a man possessed, his entire face buried into you, his nose rubbing your clit while he buried his tongue inside of you.

It was soon joined by two of his impossibly long fingers, your wish come true at last and they were just as perfect inside of you as you’d always imagined, instantly curling and finding your g-spot with precision. You were long gone already, head thrown back, back arched, hips rocking into his face shamelessly as you chanted his name like a prayer.

“Chanyeol, please-”

His fingers pumped in and out faster as his tongue traced patterns on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

You felt yourself coming undone much sooner than usual, your walls clenching tightly around his hand as if trying to keep it from leaving, your legs starting to feel a little numb with the intensity of your orgasm. You came on his face, moaning his name with reckless abandon, shivering from overstimulation when he didn’t stop lapping at you, making sure he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

“Baby, you taste so fucking good. Can you cum for me again?” He moaned against you, his fingers still curled inside, dragging along your walls, the vibration of his voice reverberating through your entire frame. He was licking you languidly now, his digits slowing to match his tongue, sensing that you were still recovering from your first orgasm. His eyes were trained on yours, his pupils the size of dinner plates.

The sight of him between your legs was so fucking sexy and hearing him ask you to cum for him while his tongue stroked your center was almost enough for you to oblige on the spot.

“Y-yes.” You panted, the initial sensitivity starting to fade into a more intense pleasure. His lips left your clit, replaced by his thumb rubbing slow and gentle circles, and latched onto your thighs instead, leaving small love bites. You felt pressure building again, and bucked your hips against his hand, whining and moaning frantically for more.

His other hand joined the ministrations on your clit, pinching and rolling it and spreading your folds while his other fingers were still stroking your g-spot repeatedly, while his tongue resumed making a map of your sex.

Before long the different sensations were too much again and you wrapped your shaking thighs tighter around his neck as you came again, harder than before, beads of sweat gathering at your hairline while you panted, your fists either full of his hair or his bedsheets, whichever was closer.

Chanyeol was peppering your thighs and hips with soft, loving kisses and squeezing them lightly as you came down from your high again. He moved gracefully for someone so large and before you realized it he had climbed into bed at your side, his still-wet lips worshipping your throat, his warm hand combing your hair soothingly.

As your breathing evened out his lips found yours again and you tasted yourself on him. His tongue lightly teased at your bottom lip and his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk when you whimpered softly in his mouth. His mouth against yours was poetry in motion and you swore that you were weightless in his arms as they cradled you to him.

His hands weren’t content with just holding you, though. They were soon exploring your chest and back, pulling more gasps from you as they cupped your ass and squeezed in time with him pulling your lower lip in his teeth.

“You’re so perfect, so beautiful. Every sound you make is music to me. How was I ever supposed to live peacefully next to you? I’ve needed you for so long.” He whispered in your ear, his voice almost too deep to hear and dripping with sin as he rolled his hips into yours, his hardened cock pressing into your center as your wrapped your legs around his torso to keep him close.

“And, fuck, your legs feel like they belong around me.” He growled, clutching your thighs possessively and dragging you against him as he rolled his hips again. Your head was spinning as your nails etched your desire into Chanyeol’s strong back.

“Can I make you mine? Please?”

“I’ve always been yours, Yeollie.”

His face cracked wide open, first with surprise that soon faded, leaving behind the most genuine, most blinding smile you’d ever witnessed.

His eyes became tiny, sparkling crescent moons, almost completely swallowed by the apples of his cheeks. His face was only inches from yours and you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, almost as if confirming it was real, and your heart fluttered in your chest when his hand covered yours, holding it there, leaning his head into your touch. Your heart felt like a balloon inflated beyond capacity, like it would burst at any second, and you could feel your joy escaping through your mouth in the form of a heartfelt smile to match his.

You stayed together like that, all sexual tension melted away and replaced with the purest adoration, simply admiring one another until your lips gravitated towards one another yet again, two strong magnets incapable of remaining apart for long, meeting softly and sweetly but with all the force of your feelings for one another.

His fingers were threaded through yours where they still rested on his cheek, and when you broke the kiss and leaned away from one another at last you were met once again with his face radiating happiness. How had you ignored him for so long? How had you managed to be so wary of someone so precious? The more you thought about it the more foolish you felt, but you had plenty of time to berate yourself later. You refused to waste another second failing to give him your full attention.

The mood shifted back into one of sensuality as you scooted closer to him again, the feeling of your bodies pressed tightly together reigniting the need you had for each other. His hands wound themselves at your scalp again, holding your face to his as he kissed you with all the urgency from earlier and then some.

His knee forced its way between your legs, his firm thigh pressing against your still sensitive bud, making you moan through his tongue dancing with yours. Your hand snaked down his body to grip his dick, shuddering when you felt it twitch in your palm and heard him groan with need.

“Please, baby, touch me. I need you.” He begged, his voice reduced to a whine. You toyed with the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking extra care to brush against his dick, relishing the way he gasped and bucked into your hand.

His clothing was soon discarded, joining yours on the carpet of his bedroom as you stripped the barriers from one another’s skin. He leaned against the wall that separated your rooms, toned chest heaving with each labored breath he took, watching you with an emotion too intense for you to name, and pulled you into his warm lap. You were joined at the lips and before long you were joined at the hips as well as he finally pushed into you.

The feeling of him stretching you was incredible. The way he fit perfectly inside of you was like he was made for you, and when he started moving it was like your body was a live wire. Every touch, every caress, every kiss, every breath of his on you felt like nothing you’d ever felt before.

Your hands were on his shoulders, clutching at the strong muscles, holding on for dear life while he lifted you by your hips, working his own beneath you and pulling sounds from you that you hadn’t known you could make.

You leaned forward, pressing your bare breasts into him, aching to be as close as possible, pressing kisses to his ears, his neck, his jaw, and every other inch of bare flesh you could reach. He repositioned himself the slightest bit, finding your g-spot with his cock, and you felt your walls clench around his thickness as you neared yet another orgasm. Chanyeol moaned loudly in your ear at the sudden tightness and buried his face into your neck, sucking a mark on your shoulder to stifle the deep rumbling bubbling from his chest as his movements got sloppier.

Every thrust had you inching closer to release, your bones felt like jelly, like you were only maintaining a solid form because of the firm grip with which he held you. When you came around him, your core pulsing wildly, wetness seeping onto his lap, you felt stars burst behind your eyelids. You went limp against his hard chest, panting and quivering while he feverishly chased his peak beneath you. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as well, his softening dick still twitching inside of you while you each tried to catch your breath.

Rather than pick you up and lift you off of him, Chanyeol wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding you securely against the length of his body, lazily tracing patterns on your back with his fingertips. You nuzzled your face into his neck affectionately, nipping his ear lobe and earning a chuckle and a nuzzle in return from your captive.

“You’re so, so beautiful. I don’t want this to ever end.” He whispered in your ear, his voice barely audible over the pounding of both of your hearts.

You clung to him tighter in lieu of trying to string together a response. Your body and brain were too sluggish for eloquence and you were so overwhelmed with feelings you weren’t sure now was the best time to try and vocalize them regardless of if you were physically capable or not.

You stayed tangled in one another until reality obligated you to separate from one another, only for long enough to clean yourselves and change Chanyeol’s now-ruined sheets, so you could meet in each other’s arms again, overcome with exhaustion. Chanyeol’s slow, steady breathing in your ear told you that he’d fallen asleep with his arms and legs wound in yours, and you were quick to follow.

The best part was that when you woke up the next day, he was still there, exactly as you had left him when you dozed off.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your bedhead and morning breath, but there was no escaping him. It was as if he’d grown four more arms and legs overnight and you had no chance against this giant octopus of a man.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” His rumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. He reeled you in closer, pressing you into his chest as he rained kisses down on your head. You beamed, unable to contain your glee. Who knew waking up with someone could be so euphoric? And to think that he’d only been one room away this entire time.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, Yeollie!” You said between giggles, his barrage of kisses starting to tickle as they found the nape of your neck.

“Mmm...I’ll allow it, but you better come right back. I’/m not done squeezing the life out of you yet.” He murmured, still fighting to maintain consciousness, releasing his prisoner from the jail cell that was his long limbs.

You cast an affectionate look at Chanyeol before you left the room. He was curled on his side, looking too large for his own bed, his hands clutching at the sheets where your body had been moments ago. A contented smile played on your lips as you forced your feet to resume their trek to the bathroom, finally ripping your eyes away from your sleeping roommate.

You had a sneaking suspicion that you wouldn’t be sleeping alone very often anymore.

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True to your assumption, the following nights had been spent with Chanyeol curled around you. So had the days. It was like you were both trying to make up for months of lost time, you could hardly stand to keep from touching each other for even a second. If your hands weren’t otherwise occupied they were surely wrapped in his. You fell asleep clinging to one another and woke up clinging to one another.

Winter break had been filled with dates to the outdoor ice skating rink, failed attempts at him cooking you dinner, curling up on the sofa together with mugs full of hot chocolate and a stack of dvds, and keeping each other warm at night with various acrobatic feats. You’d decided against celebrating the holidays in the traditional sense, agreeing that gifts would be too last-minute and were less important than spending time with each other but Chanyeol had still managed to break the rules and buy you a large bouquet of roses that he insisted were from someone else (the receipt was clearly visible on the top of the trash can).

You couldn’t walk past where they sat on the dining room table without breaking into a jaw-aching smile.

Winter break had been flawless beyond description, ethereal, surreal, and much too short.

It was with a heavy heart that you both returned to school. Even though you knew you were sure to see each other at home you’d grown spoiled by his near-constant presence. You warned yourself not to get too greedy, or better yet too attached, but your heart was beyond reason. There wasn’t an official “title” for whatever you were and you were afraid to ask, worried that demanding a label or an answer would pop this little bubble of perfection that your life was currently encased in.

You’d spent most of your English lecture with your chin propped in your hand, your mind running through the events of the last ten days. They’d felt both like a lifetime and the blink of an eye. Your professor was explaining a project he was assigning to your class, something about working with an appointed classmate to write a presentation about a piece of literature, something you weren’t paying nearly enough attention to, your mind occupied solely by thoughts of Chanyeol.

He was calling out names in pairs and the sound of your’s dragged you from your daydreams and back to reality. The name that followed it wiped your mind blank once again.

“Byun Baekhyun.”

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dinogaby · 3 years ago

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OH MY GODDDDD I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IT!!! I am so thrilled to finally see this pic made! It was TOTALLY worth the wait!!! 😍😍😭😭😱😱🤩🤩 Omg look at us, what nerds! Full of adoration for our boys!!! 🖤 It's always a pleasure to fawn about the bad guys with you my friend! 🤗 You totally understand the struggle of the villain fangirl, lol

And oh my goddd look at these boyyyssss! GARM IS SO TALL! 😍 I always love how you draw him! And omg Obake is so blushy and awkward! <3 He has a hard time talking about his feelings. It's so nice to see them drawn by you again!!! I have missed them!

And omg the plushiessss! The plushies are so adorable! You have the :3 face! And plushie-bake is angryy 😂 Aaaaa this art makes me so warm and fuzzy inside, i love it SO SO SO much my friend! *hugs* Thank you sooo much!!!

A long long LONG awaited prize to my good bud @dinogaby of us & our fictional husbands all fawning over each other! Garmadon is fully & totally lovestruck with you!!!! While... Obake is definitely struggling with some emotions lmaooo

Anyways, Gaby, as always, love to you & I always am thrilled to talk baddies with you ANY DAY & EVERY DAYYYYYY♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#lord garmadon #obake #nok #dinogaby #gift for dinogaby #fave art #like ultra fave #confessions of a fangirl #villain love #loving the bad guys is our weakness #it hurts so bad #we wouldn't have any other way xD #beware of the fangirls #please insert meme... i have looked at this for five hours now

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ebonysimagines · 7 years ago

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[clumsy anon 1/3] Voltron matchup with a male character pls? :3 I'm an aquarius INFP and really short girl 5'0''. I'm really shy and distant at first, but once I get more comfortable I become more playful and laugh a lot. I'm an easygoing person when it comes to other people, but I'm really strict with myself. I'm a good listener, loyal and observant person so most of my friends come to me for advice. I treasure them and my family a lot because they made me open up more.

clumsy anon 2/3]But I still have problems to express myself and bottle up my feelings (I’m trying to change it >-///

[clumsy anon 3/3]I’m also a bit lazy, really clumsy and a disaster in romance (I rarely fell in love in my life and when I did, I got really nervous, shy and did stupid things in front of the guys I liked @_@) Some of my hobbies are: drawing (love drawing manga), playing tennis (I hit the ball in my face a lot when I serve ), chess (I like strategy games and played it a lot when I was younger) and reading. Thank you a lot ( ˘ ³˘)/♥

Aaaaa you’re literally so cute and I don’t even know what you look like. Welcome to 5′0″ club. Ooo strategy games? hose are actually so fun but so hard. My guilty pleasure is hearts and card games. TENNIS! Me too. I suck at serving but my forehand is fatal.

-Admin Ebony

Voltron: Aaaa you’re such a Shiro type and that makes me so happy. He loves your loyalty and listening skills so much. Yo are the shoulder he needs. he’s never ha someone like you and he intends to keep you. You always beat him at chess and its so humbling for him. He’s just like?? How can someone be so great all the time??! Let him just kind of hold you in his lap while you read. He doesn’t like how critical you are of yourself and wants that smile to come from your own skills and not the situation, if that makes sense. He’s always there to catch you and whatever you’re holding the many times you slip a day. Constantly jokes that he should wrap you in bubble wrap. he actually does it once and you just kind of roll around the castle while he dies of laughter. He loves picking you up so much. he gets a little mad at you when you bottle up yourself but his eyes immediately soften when he sees how much you’re actually hurt. Your personality is so attractive that it was o the point where Shiro didn’t even care if you looked like Spider Monkey from Ben 10. he would still love you.

#vld shiro #vld pidge #vld lance #vld keith #takashi shirogane #vld #voltron #voltron pidge #hunk voltron #Voltron legendary defender #anime #manga

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forsaken-archer · 7 years ago

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I just wanted to say that you're one of my absolute favourite RPers. Not only is your characterisation enviable, your writing reflects both your love for writing, and for your characters, and it is always a MASSIVE pleasure to RP with you. Indeed, I always look forward to your replies, and am always super happy to read them; am always super happy to reply in turn. Not only that, but your art is super lovely, and such a joy to look at. Furthermore, you're an amazing person to know OOC, and (1/2?)

it has been an immense pleasure to talk to you OOC and get to know you better as a person. We haven’t really known each other that well, but already I feel like you’re a lovely person and an amazing friend. I always look forward so much to hearing about your headcanons - you put so much love and thought into your characters, and it really does show in both your writing and your hcs and you truly do bring them alive through your writing. Please keep sharing your love for your muses with us! (2/2)

//Aaaaa....I really appreciate it!! It’s something I’ve always struggled with every time I’ve been on tumblr, actually. That it feels like people don’t realize how much work I put into my characters and research and time and effort. The effort to draw them and to make sure the details are right and to write them with just the right character without straying too far from the core.

I’m glad that my art, writing, and characterization are enjoyable as it does take so much time to do them. ;v; And I try my damnedest to be nice as a person and to be a good and helpful one to people even if I’ve only just met them through rp.

I intend, when I have free time more, to do some writings and such for more development and revamp some of my pages on my blog to better reflect the development I have gotten for Varus. My other muses are also very near and dear to my heart but I try not to abandon Varus too much since he is my main boy right now!

It’s just very nice to know that people appreciate him, even if he is not canon anymore. ;A; It’s something I actually worry a lot about now since the changes happened.

Thank you. ;m;

#Anonymous #positivity #saved #;3;

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sleepykichii · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag

i was tagged by @pinkheichou @tiny-heichou and @salbelni so that's uh...that's 33 questions holy shit this is gonna be forever long lmaoo

Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people

idk if it’ll tag you guys if i put them under the cut so! i tag: @tokyo-ghouls-eat-rawmen @kingtatsunari @bertoltssweat @sluttttysurveycorps @piningmarco @lesliebruhleria @iviarka @softymir @dallyingdivergent @levi-nyanchou @noodlesforlyfe don’t feel obligated to do this!!

1. Is there a book/movie that you’ve read/watched many times? Which one? i usually dont like rewatching/rereading things but my guilty pleasure is snk, i love to watch the dubbed episodes and compare it to the subbed episodes, i love going back and noticing details i couldnt bc i was reading subtitles, comparing manga panels to anime scenes, yknow, lil things like that 2. What do you love most about your friends? they try their best to cheer me up when they know i'm feeling down~ 3. Ever been a witness to someone doing something hella embarrassing? (You don’t have to tell anything about it) uh yeah, my best friend irl fell and literally slid down her stairs when she was drunk after prom last year and wanted to do it again 4. A fandom you didn’t think you would ever be a part of? tbh danganronpa. on my old blog, before i got back into watching anime, i thought their hair was rly...unique, to say the least, and didn't think i would ever give it the time of day 5. Do you have a “trash character” you like? komaeda :') and ouma, i know a lot of ppl rly don't like him lmao 6. Pastel or Black? black, i love pastels but i look rly good in black lmao 7. Pet peeves? when ppl ignore/interrupt me, unneccesary loud noises, lack of privacy, AND WHEN PPL CHEW WITH THEIR MOUTH OPEN OH MY GOD 8. If you had one free wish what would it be? (Wishing for xx/endless wishes is not allowed) i would wish to bring immense joy to myself and every person i crossed paths with! 9. What are your favourite tropes/AUs for your ships? holy SHIT im a slut for AUs. i lovelovelove actor AUs, zombie/post apocalyptic AUs, high school/boarding school AUs, college AUs, summercamp AUs, band AUs, coffee shop AUs, apartment AUs...i could rly go on but i'll stop lmaooo 10. Are you an emotional person? VERY 11. Are you more attracted to popular ships or rare pairs? i dont rly have a preference, if i see a ship i like, it's popularity doesn't concern me c:

1. Whats your favorite book? i rly don't know, i haven't read a book in forever fml i've already read all the books on my shelf and they're like...8th grade reading level :-// my most recent read was more than this by patrick ness and it was pretty good! 2. Do you collect anything? stickers!! i love stickers so much lmao what else...cute pins, and i'm slowly building a collection i call 'roadside paintings' where -- you guessed it -- i pick up deserted paintings on the side on the road. i currently have two hanging up in my room! 3. The last Song you listened to? sir sly - high 4. Do you like Tea? If yes whats your favorite kind of tea? fuck yeah!! tea > coffee, all day every day. i rly love blueberry acai green tea and papaya passionfruit black tea!! 5. Whats the first Anime/Manga you ever watched/read? if u wanna get technical, sailor moon was the first ever, but naruto is the first one i went out of my way to watch. the first manga was shugo chara! i would probably still read it bc the characters are adorable and the plot is interesting! 6. Whats your favorite childhood movie? pokemon 2000!! 7. Your favorite poem? the universe took its time on you crafted you precisely so you could offer the world something distinct from everyone else so when you doubt how you were created you doubt an energy greater than us both -rupi kaur 8. Your favorite Painting? i don't rly have one!! 9. Whats the most amazing thing that happened to you? still somehow being alive right this very second 10. Whats the Title of the last Fanfiction you have read? i wanna say it was something simple like 'roommates' or along those lines, i honestly haven't read fanfiction in a couple weeks;; 11. Write 3 Book, Fanfic and Manga Title that you totally recommend! i have the comprehension skills of a potato so idk if you mean three of each or three total so i'm just gonna do three total book: more than this - patrick ness (rly good, rly weird. makes you think about our reality a little more. worth a reread when you're finished so you can piece all the information together) fanfic: blue bear - afishoutofwater (snk/eremin - i was in tears by the end of this, it's so sad but very well written. major character death & angst, just a heads up!) manga: killing stalking (hoo boy. this isnt for the faint of heart, lots of dark themes along the lines of torture and murder. not everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay!! <3)

① What are you most proud of? this is probably stupid to be proud of but it's the first thing that came to mind even though i wasnt that good, i made it into my eighth grade talent show playing the keyboard i got up there in front of the entire middle school and fucked up tremendously BUT I DIDNT CHICKEN OUT! so!! +1 point for tay woohoo ② Have you ever been so impressed you were left speechless? if you mean impressed by someone's level of stupidity, yeah lmaooo, otherwise not rly ③ What’s your favorite time of day? 10AM - 2-3PM, i'm the only one awake during these hours (unless my mom has work) and the house is completely silent for once ④ Is there a certain song that gives you goosebumps everytime you hear it? history maker from yoi gave me goosebumps for a while but no song has consistently given me goosebumps lmao ⑤ Is there something, let it be a hobby/food/movie/book/song/etc., from your childhood that you still love today? i still collect stickers and i still rly love beanie babies...i also don't mind watching the berenstein bears/dragon tales with my niece bc those were my faves when i was a kid ⑥ What never fails to make you happy? my morning solitude and fluffy art/fanfics of my otps!! ⑦ Do you dream? If so, which one was most memorable? i dream sometimes, but my fave reccurring dream is where everything is neon, like the saturation has been yanked up 100%, and i'm just walking down a sidewalk minding my own business, and then it starts raining acid and everything starts melting away until i'm just kinda floating in the void lmao i usually wake up right after everything disappears ⑧ Who’s your favorite tumblr artist/writer/editor/etc.? Feel free to name/tag more than one! the first one that came to mind was @glassesgirl0401, rarepair mom for life ; v ; ⑨ What’s your favorite fanart? Could you please link to its source? omg i love every piece of fanart tht i reblog i cant pick just one!! i rly love how everyone has their own art style and ways of drawing certain things differently, the individuality is what makes art so amazing! ⑩ What’s your headcanoned sexuality/gender identity/romantic orientation of your favorite SNK character? omg there's so many tht i like aaaaa if i had to pick just one, it would be armin and he's hella gay :3 ⑪ ^May I draw them with their pride flag’s colors for you? AAAAAA PLEASE?? that would be so great?! thank you!!! <3

here are my questions, i tried to make them interesting! 1.) If you had one, what was your 'stereotype' in school? (jock, nerd, goth, etc) 2.) What are your favorite and least favorite foods? 3.) Who is your favorite character from your current fandom and why? 4.) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 5.) What are your favorite hobbies? 6.) Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter? 7.) What's one obstacle you've overcome recently? 8.) Yes or no: Pineapple on pizza? Fries dipped in mayonnaise? Ketchup on eggs? 9.) What is your most resourceful skill? 10.) If you could pick three fictional characters to bring to life, who would they be and why? 11.) What is the end-goal for you; What do you want to do with your life?

thanks for reading this far lmao sorry that took a lot longer than i thought it would

#about me #levi.txt

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