#eat my entire ass w that mindset

[anaalnathrakhs]

i WILL show up to the trial day for the preparatory class tomorrow no matter how much i dont want to and after that i guarantee NOTHING

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alejandro Vargas NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

Ladies, gentleman and everyone in-between, it's him. It's forehead man.

Alejandro is so FINE tho 😍 I'm so excited to be doing headcanons for this man. I'd learn Spanish just for him tbh.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His hands are absolutely glued to your hips the whole time.

-He gets the widest, most shit-eating grin whenever he manages to hit your g-spot.

-"Listen to those moans. Fuck, is that it? Is that the spot right there, amor?"

-Very confident in the fact that he can make you scream. In fact, he wants you to be loud.

-"Thats it, scream for me. Grita mi nombre. God, the neighbors must be so jealous of me because they aren't the ones making you scream."

-Edges you a lot tbh. Getting to cum immediately w/ him is kinda rare.

-If you make him jealous by talking to someone else, or if you guys just haven't been able to spend time together, he's more likely to edge you for longer.

-"Don't start whining, hermosa/o. You asked for this. Why were you talking to them anyways, hm? Why waste your time on someone like that when you have me?"

-Even if you were just talking to a friend innocently or something, chances of Alejandro's jealousy rising is high.

-He trusts you not to cheat on him, he knows you love him, but that doesn't stop him from being a tiny bit jealous anyway. And that jealously and possessiveness totally seeps into your sex life.

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard and yall already know it's thick af ( lord.have.mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏)

-The sex is either passionate and rougher or passionate and gentler depending on the mood. But, it's always super passionate. His attention is focused entirely on you, with much deeper strokes if it's gentler.

-Marks you up a lot and doesn't really care who sees them. He wants people to know that you're his.

-"There we go. Look at how pretty your neck is, covered with my hickeys."

-And if you try to wear something that covers the marks, he'll carefully pull it right off of you.

-"No, no. Don't hide the marks, cariño. Why would you be ashamed of showing off how good I make you feel?"

-Will not hesitant to spank you if he doesn't like how you're acting. Slaps your ass and even your pussy/cock with every word he says.

-"Don't use that fucking tone with me. Who do you think you are?"

-Makes you count every slap. If you lose count, he'll start right over and much more harshly. (My dyscalculic ass could never 💀)

-I just know that his ideal introduction to sex is very romantic. Like, candlelight dinner followed by slow dancing that escalates into him carrying you to bed kinda romantic.

-At the end of the day, Alejandro just wants to be close to you. He dislikes quickies for the fact that he wants to spend time and take his time with you. To Alejandro, there's no greater pleasure than the ability to make his partner feel good.

-Will totally worship your body if you're insecure about it. If you ever come to him with your insecurities, his mindset changes from fucking you until the bed breaks to making the sweetest, most tender love imaginable.

-"Aw, look at this body. This gorgeous fucking body. You're crazy for being insecure about all of this."

-"Do you have any idea how many times this body's made me cum? Dios, the thought of this body, the thought of your pussy/dick is enough to make me cum."

-Will also gently massage your thighs as they hug his hips while making love, no matter how big or small they are.

-"Dios mío, these thighs...tan jodidamente increíble."

-Demands that you tell him how amazing you are.

-"Say it, baby. Tell me how beautiful/handsome you are."

-And if you refuse? He'll just keep asking you to, threatening to pull out and not let you finish if you don't.

-"That's not what I asked, mi vida. Say it for me, say how amazing and sexy you are. No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces."

-But the best thing about sex w/ Alejandro if you're feeling insecure and do everything he says? He always let's you cum. Never edges you like he normally would. It's probably because he's not nearly as focused on himself and his own pleasure as he normally would be.

-Enjoys gently cumming inside of you during more gentle sex. Prefers cumming on your pussy/ass/dick or even your chest/belly if it's rougher, though.

-Often shuts his eyes as he finishes, fingers digging into your skin before his grip loosens and his eyes are glued to your face once more. He chuckles while showering your face in kisses, voice hushed and satisfied.

-"Dios mío, that was amazing. Can't believe I'm with someone as wonderful as you, mi amor."

-Almost always hopes you'll agree to taking a bath with him. Like I said, he's all about romantic intercourse, and there's nothing more romantic to Alejandro than getting to wash your body of the mess you've both created.

-And then you're gonna both fall asleep, Alejandro's strong arms wrapped tightly around you while he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders, whispering praises and adoring words.

-Oh, and he usually tries to stay up later than you. Why? Because the look on your face after sex, all satisfied and at total peace, makes him feel accomplished and happy for making you feel good.

Translations: (apologies if anything is inaccurate, online translators can only get you so far :()

Cariño=sweetheart/honey

Amor=love

Hermosa/o=beautiful

Mi vida=my life

Dios/Dios mío=God/my God

Grito mi nombre=Yell out my name

Tan jodidamente increíble=So fucking incredible

No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces=I won't let you cum if you don't

Alejandro has my ❤. He's just so.. 😍

Really enjoyed doing headcanons for him! You can probably tell that I had way more ideas for Alejandro than I did for Gaz (I'm so sorry Gaz enjoyers 😭). I've also intended to do Alejandro for a while, before even Ghost or König. I just did those two first since ik how popular they are.

I'll be doing more headcanons soon, probably more SFW ones, too, because I only have like 2 SFW headcanons on my page 😔.

Feel free to give me suggestions for who to do next!

[bright-and-burning]

got tagged by @albonoooo !! thank u <3

what colour are your eyes?: i have (very mild) heterochromia!! they’re mostly green but my left eye has a little brown stripe :) i guess u could call them hazel (or at least the left one) my mom certainly did for ages idk picture below u decide

(cont under the cut)

tell me about your pets/your dream pet: i (well. my family) have an orange cat and a porgi (pitbull corgi mix [he’s really just a mutt but we’re like 95% sure he’s got corgi in him somehow]). they are the lights of my life and also the goofiest lookin mfs. i’ve posted pics of my cat before but my dog is like. really distinct looking (see: porgi) but i love him so much … ask me for photos of him n u shall receive…

my apartment is pet free unfortunately. but also taking care of another whole ass being is A Lot so. i’m very chill w not having my own rn

share some interesting fact about yourself: i went to a spanish speaking daycare when i was really young (like toddler aged) and then when i was like 7 i invented my own language (as one does) and half the words were just. spanish. my parents spent ages trying to convince me that i did not just come up w the word espagnol . i swear to god. and i was a stubborn know it all kid and i wasn’t gonna believe them on anything without irrefutable proof (and how do u prove that??) so their efforts were largely fruitless LOL

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: for SURE harry potter. 9 year old me had unsupervised internet access and went craaazy

do you have any phobias?: hm. i Really Really Really don’t like things going near my eyes. it was wayyy worse before i started wearing contacts. like someone waving their hands around within three feet of me would freak me out. i do still get like. inescapable visions of pencils being waved around and accidentally put in my eye when i think abt it/when ppl wave pencils around that i have to physically shake out of

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! texture issues my beloathed… i DESPISE melted cheese. blergh. bad bad vibes. and other funky textured cheeses… i literally just physically shuddered.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: i consciously choose to eat burger first to get protein in. and THEN fries. if burger too hot then i get to eat two (must be even number) fries at a time until it cools enough to eat

winter or summer: summer <3 i love the beach i love the sun i love 6am runs where it’s already 75° i love swimming i love fun festivals. but also summer is a mindset . if it’s 65° in march im walking around in shorts and a tank top and sitting in the sun the entire day

favourite fanfiction tropes: oh gosh… best friends to lovers… idk i read it all baby. also gonna be honest the f1 interpretations of a/b/o are FASCINATING!!! and have really increased the draw by Far for me

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: working! i am a silly little analyst

what is the last country you visited: canada in june to get drunk by the lake for a week <3

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: france… maybe not. but also maybe yeah. idk i don’t have any other strong connections to places, u kno? and i’d like to travel (fingers crossed i Can retire at an age where i can still travel easily lol)

who was your first crush?: gene kelly in singin in the rain and on the town… formative movies for 3y/o me

how did you get into f1 fandom?: web weavings on tumblr + like three random instagram reels (the mclaren wavelength video being the only one i remember lol) + the empty hole unemployment left me with inside = instant obsession

no pressure tag…. @oscarpiastriwdc @ocontraire @crimsonicarus @lafaerie @mecachrome

[aesthetic-day-dream]

I totally understand what you're saying. May I suggest you focus more on building up your confidence and healthy habits instead of focus soley on your weight. Its hard don't get me wrong but it's so worth it. I'm on a weightloss journey too after being overweight my entire life and ive been on and off the wagon a lot, fell into disordered restricting eating habits and such but I finally started to be able to have this mindset of "i'm beautiful regardless of my weight" and its been much easier to stay consistent with my workouts, not feel bad for when I maintain etc etc.

I also suggest following or curating your feeds to people with similar body types like yours. Listen these alpha male andrew tate ass kissers and anti body positivity losers dont know shit. Don't let them w their stupid short vids hurt your feelings. These losers don't care if you're healthy even tho they claim they do. Literally saw one of these assholes comment under an anorexia recovery post saying he preferred the malnurished version of her body💀 people that care so much about your weight and treat you with less respect if you are bigger are NOT people worth your time or even knowing.

Body neutrality is also something you can look into! You will be absolutely fine i'm sure of it! Stay strong! Ily

Also some yt channels that can perhaps help.

Growwithjo (workouts varying impacts)

Valerie lin ( creativity and inspo)

Keltie o connor (lifestyle habits and inspo)

Growinganannas (workouts + balanced lifestyle)

Monikafit and yanafit (also workouts but very doable!)

Thank you!! I know it’s going to take a long time for me to reverse my way of thinking and how I treat myself. Truthfully I’m already doing WAY better than I was a few years ago. It’s just hard sometimes to face the truth. Thank you for the lovely message and the recommendations, I’ll definitely be looking into those. I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️

[demenior]

All of my opinions of the 100 finale will boil down to: if u believe humanity is inherently awful/evil then you're boring

[mreugenekrabs]

im pretty sure all my followers are porn bots but this is for whoever sees it and needs it

i have no idea what the fuck im talking about virtually ever; in this case, however, listen the fuck up. if you or someone you care about is/has been struggling with an ED due to diet culture / family comments etc etc. please stop using a scale. please reassess your relationships with food. please. i’m going to start w my story and end with what i can say that might help. TW talk of bulimia anorexia and binge ED.

growing up, i had overweight parents. they were always dieting. i ate weightwatchers food growing up. and jenny craig. did juice cleanses. did tummy teas. did adkins. followed along the whole time because my parents made it very clear my metabolism would be shot very soon and i’d “look like them.” when i was 12 was the first time i ever really fell into a physical eating disorder beyond binging on the weekends. i was puking my meals as a fucking 12 year old child. i would only net about 900 calories a day max but usually would do 500/400/300 alternating. the thinspo movement was full fuckin force in 2011 so i followed nothing but extreme calorie drop diets all throughout said movement. one day, a friend and i stole diet pills from kmart around age 13. i would take one only on eating days. these worked for awhile until i no longer knew what hunger was. i still don’t have a healthy relationship with food 10 years later and have no concept of what hunger in my body feels like. rumbling can be anything. digestion, thirst. beats me. as i got out of middle school and a bit further away from thinspo and wanting a thigh gap; i started to only desire to be pretty for those around me. thin was becoming less important in terms of thighs and ass, so my only issue was my belly and my “gma arms” and of course eventually my large tits. (against my will i grew honkers that hang. and trust me my whole life small boobed girls make sure u know how lucky they are to not deal w this.) in high school, especially early on i started to completely restrict food. i think this is because it’s a time period where comparing yourself gets way too easy. i justified starving myself by eating a cookie a day. im eating whatever i want so of course 500-900 calories is just fine paired with a 1000 calorie volleyball workout. i had senior girls (who i later found out also were dealing with EDs) tell me i looked so skinny and they would ask how. the praise is always never ending when you look thin through an ED. now imagine my surprise when i drop out of volleyball and go through a depressive episode and develop a heavy binge ED (the one im still struggling and stuck with) and can do nothing but put on weight even if not eating most of your day. adult bodies work a lot differently. learning this has been really hard. hell, stretch marks and thoughts of loose skin are even harder. unfortunately though there’s only one true and sure way to lose and keep off unwanted weight and it’s to be mindful of your calories. end of the day, log them all. if that triggers you, just stick to three meals a day, no leftovers. snack on fruits, veggies. 2000 cals a day is pretty standard but check online to see what deficit is right for you. you have to have a HEALTHY CALORIE DEFECIT to see progress in your body. your body needs carbs and fats for energy. keto is not sustainable and neither are any diets restricting an entire macro. even intermittent fasting is just fancy talk for starving yourself. fasting everyday literally means starve yourself. except for 6 hours a day does not mean your body isn’t being starved. of course i am no where close to being a doctor, but as an ED veteran, please forget about the scale during your journey. whether you want to maintain your weight or lose weight; do what is healthy for your mindset. i personally only weigh myself once a month in the morning only. i don’t restrict any food but buy any food that may trigger a binge in small portions. sucks to have tiny packages of something you could buy in bulk, but if it helps it helps. lastly, please be gentle on yourself. your body will NEVER be what it was in high school and even if you can reach that place, it will be hard to stay there and any deviation from that “goal weight” is gonna hurt like a kick in the face. as afore mentioned i am still in recovery and am working away from this 10 year old burden. just don’t be like me and put it off until your body hurts. your skin is all you really have.

[impeccablebackside]

Any thoughts about Queens and fucking machines?

This is a unique question anon, so thanks for it. In my opinion, I am on the fence about whether or not fucking machines are even a thing 'in universe' with the queens. Mind you with that same mindset, strap-ons and dildos should not be either, but they have been mentioned on this blog and hold a bit of a small place in my thoughts, so extending all of this to include machines is possible.

Although, I prefer the idea that if the queens (or anyone) wants to get off, they have themselves and others to assist rather than a machine or toy. Not to say either of those are not welcomed, so do not take it that way. Where would the lesbian leaning or dominant queens be without being able to wield a strap and dick down someone else? I am also not big on fucking machines personally, as it takes away the physical and emotional connection and love / lust between two people. Plus, there is not a lot of variety (at least not that I am aware of) with types of machines, so it often remains pretty one-dimensional in my opinion.

Anyway, you seek an answer about this and you will get it anon. If you are cool with it, I would like expand this post form machines to also include toys, vibrators, and dildos so that it covers more of a spectrum. If the queens had access to any of these, here is how it would go:

Victoria is not very much into the concept of all the 'fake' ways to get off, but still dabbles from time to time. The intimacy and connection between her and another person (or just her with herself) is an important aspect for Vic. She is admittedly more interested in vibing type toys or wands, and will test her limits and tolerances from time to time. A fave device is a sybian without any phallic attachments, just the flattop. She will straddle the machine and press her pussy against it until she is utterly shaking. Nothing compares to the world moving orgasms she gets from her man, but getting her entire soul shaken with the sybian has gotten pretty close. It does not take a lot to overstimulate her, so she can barely breathe normally when riding it. Otherwise, she also has a modest array of various toys and dildos, but is more of collector than an actual user. Something about the lifelessness that does not quite work for her.

Rumple sometimes uses a shiny gold vibrator that she stole from somewhere. She did not realize what it was at first until it started buzzing. She is not patient, and goes full bore with it at the highest setting, flailing around and squirming like crazy utterly screaming as she yelps through each wave of sensation. Absolutely heaving her chest as she struggles to think clearly as the orgasms hit her hard. She also will sit on a vibw wand and pretend someone is eating her out, usually overstimulating herself in the process. Sometimes when she is up to it, she also uses her pearls and glides them against her pussy. She is not down for machines because she cannot get a reaction out of them. While they serve their purpose, and she gets her release, it is just not the same. Sort of related, she has the longest dong she could find and likes flopping it around because she thinks it is hilarious.

Tanto is basically averse to machines and toys. She prefers needs to feel the life and vitality of another person when she is being pleasured. The interconnectedness of two souls nuturing one another and delving into intimacy unparalled. The only caveat to any of this is strap-ons. While being an almost gold-star lesbian, she still craves being fucked by a 'dick' from time to time, and her partners are usually happy to oblige. Otherwise, she prefers 'natural' ways of assisting her jilling. Tanto will dry hump pillows and other objects, and has discovered water masterbation.

Cass will take it from a fucking machine, especially if she can control how fast it pumps into her pussy. Getting into a position, usually with her ass raised on all fours or on her back with her legs pulled up, she will lose herself in the forceful-but-not-too-forceful repetitive thrusts of a machine that is only there to fuck her and be controlled by her. Aside from this, she will use a dildo if she is really down bad but cannot deal with an inept tom fumbling through the motions.

Deme cannot really deal with anything machine or toy related. The physical warmth and touch of another caring person makes her feel just a good as her climax. Virbrators and dildos can take the edge off, but she still feels it to be embarrassing to being playing with herself like that. Plus, she knows she can cum much harder if it is all real with her mans.

Bomba can typically get it whenever she wants from whomever she wants, so actual toys and such are not a high priority for her. She will use a dildo as a stand-in for the real thing when she is fingering herself and needs something in her mouth. She will suck on it before fucking herself with it while thinking about how she wishes her man was there instead. Machines could work too, but she does not get the personality and praise she enjoys with their silence.

Jenny uses a fucking machine as a stand-in for someone when she needs to be double penetrated. Having the machine ass blasting her, while she either fucks herself with her fingers or a dildo feels wondrous to her. Alternatively, she uses a butt plug and gets rammed by the machine or a dildo, which again fills roles (and holes). Since she is also into bondage, she will consent to being tied up and fucked by a machine or have a higher powered vibrator pressed against her pussy while she squirms and wriggles at the sensation.

Jelly uses toys as a way to be teased by her partner. Either playing with herself while she is being degraded for her weakness to succumb to her body's need for pleasure, or having her partner tease her with a toy while still degrading her. Sometimes a vibing toy is used instead. There have been moments where a massage gun with a larger ball end is used on her, sort of to mimic slightly aggressive fisting, and Jelly absolutely loses it.

[katsukikitten]

The fact your ask box says "love" makes me swoon over (◍•ᴗ•◍) Could I have yandere!Shinsou Hitoshi with a darling who forgets that he needs a lot of attention sometimes? Maybe she's in the support course and is worse than Mei and works 24/7?? Love the shigaraki x yandere reader and the content you post(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Oh thank you so much bb!! I'm glad you enjoy my content. That shigi post was actually my very first yandere piece! Have a nice background of your papi that I made! Um also it implies a little bit of smut please forgive me.

Cool cat eyes rove over your form as icy rage stirs in a normally empty chest. The gaze goes wholly unnoticed by you as you work day in and day out in the cramped, too hot lab with a much too friendly male partner.

He grits his teeth, nails biting into his palms as you yet again stand him up for what is normally your meeting time. 9pm.

Sharp.

Or there would be consequences, heavy consequences.

He tried to be understanding of your need to work long hours on your project for the upcoming university festival but to miss an appointment for the sixth week in a row, on top of working through your lunch break was entirely unacceptable.

He knew that you wouldn't know what was best for your health as he watches your tank top rise up much too high for his liking as you teetered on the top rung of the ladder. Rage blooming in his chest but never his features as he watches through the large window.

Eyes glued to the white lollipop stick that hangs from your mouth, tongue moving the sweetened candy from one side to the other. He does not need to be in the room to hear the sound of the hardened sugar clatter against bone.

His cock twitches as his eyes drink in the sight of you pulling it out, a small string of cherry red saliva connect to your darkened tongue and the pop before it breaks.

His eyes fly to the beta male in the room, who stares and tries not to palm himself.

The amethyst haired man begins to see red as he swallows thickly, reminding himself that murder is frowned upon among upcoming heros.

Still, what the fuck were you thinking darling? Wearing your cut off denim shorts that ride up the curvature of your ass, that he always, always always dicks you down in. Paired with a much too tight and much too low tanktop that shows off the tops of your breasts and lacy bralette.

"Imma head out Y/N!" The overly friendly asshole calls out to which you barely hum in his direction, meanwhile his eyes are glue to your ass as you reach higher.

Shinsou's fingers twitch at the thought of a thick column beneath them, pressing into tender flesh until bruises bloom in the shape of his palm and long digits.

Until that ever fragile larynx is crushed beneath the weight of his ire, of the onlookers audacity to even glance at what clearly does not belong to them.

Were the fucking blind? Did they not see the intricately woven eggplant rope that sat snuggly around your throat with a midnight purple pansy dangling from the front.

Did they think you wore it for fun?

No, darling, you wore it so other's would know.

But maybe you weren't educating them enough.

The moon rises high in the sky as time paces quickly for you but slowly for him as eyes remained fixated on the one thing he has ever given the time of day. The only thought that ever runs for his head long enough that it makes his heart flutter instead of the normal languid beats.

You

Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyou

YOU.

His heart pounds in his chest as another hour slips by as you tinker on that project.

That fucking project that he tries so hard to remind himself is what will help define your career, carve the path to greatness you deserve.

But you watch you so absorbed as you pop, yet another lollipop into your mouth, probably running off of the sugar alone, his stiff body is beginning to beg him to move.

Especially so as your phone lights up with his text, going forgotten on the desk as the upper half of your body is bent over inside of your giant mechanical project.

Your ass on display in front of the whole window, in a lab with great lighting but no survalence cameras and doors that are either always unlocked or can be picked easily.

A rare growl leaves his throat as anger gets the best of him. Feet finally uprooting his rigid body to stalk after you.

He tries the front door to the lab and as he thought it is unlocked.

He cool handle gives way to his command as his twists, pushing it open before shutting it quietly. Repeating the process until he reaches your door.

A keypad for "extra security".

"What a fucking joke." He scoffs to himself as he let's his fingers dance over the obviously worn keys figuring out the combination as the others look brand new. The door beeps a flashing green and he wonders if it will alert you. When it doesn't he shuts it softly behind him and waits.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes your peach was in the air for all to fantasize over causing him to grind his teeth.

And the worst part that he spies is that you don't even have fucking headphones in to excuse the fact that you could not hear your phone.

Hear the door.

Or hear him.

He thinks to grab one of your many disorganized tools to tap against the table to grab your attention but he cannot trust himself that he won't make said tool a permanent fixture on the dark wood top.

His eyes flicker to you as you're reaching, again, for something just out of your reach instead of moving the damn ladder.

Here you stood top of your class and would be top of the OSHA violations.

The ladder tips too far in one direction causing you to jerk instinctively in the opposite direction over correcting causing the metal to slip beneath your converse.

This was it, this was how you went. Your project a few bolts and a test from completion only for you to lie motionless with either a twisted neck or in a puddle of your own quickly cooling blood.

You squeeze your eyes shut, damning yourself for having such a small useless quirk before you feel a set of strong arms catch you. An extremely familiar scent wafts of sandalwood and lilac waft your nose before your eyes snap open.

The world outside of your machine finally giving in to gravity as you fall head first from the clouds.

Staring up at cool, unforgiving eyes has your heart pounding agaisnt your sternum, demanding to be let go.

With the look he is serving isn't out of the ordinary for him considering he always has RFB. But you see it. The small difference, the rage burning deep beneath that icy glare, the twitch of his lip and the harsh grip on your arm as pads of capable fingers dig into your frame.

A large part of you wishes you had just fell. Just snapped your neck clean in two on impact.

As anything was going to be better than what was about to come to you.

Fuck what time was it?

What day was it?

Seconds of silence fly by before your stunning brain finally catches up with your body.

"Wha..what are you doing here Shin-kun." You stammer as he screams the answer with his seemingly bored gaze.

You're late! In all caps from amethyst eyes.

You subconsciously finger the ceramic petals of your necklace.

"Its only eight thirty! I have half an hour still." You plead, honestly have no concept of time. Having lived in the lab for the past three days.

"Try again." He says coolly causing your stomach to fill with chaotic butterflies. His tone carrys with it hints of venom causing you to gulp. When you cannot answer he openly clenches his jaw.

"It's almost one thirty in the morning darling." Fear seizes your bones, freezes your muscles until you're as stiff as a board. Your eyes flicker between the two loves of your life, the blueprint come to life in the form of honed metal and him.

He who you promised you wouldn't neglect, he who you promised you wouldn't neglect yourself either.

He sure would take once glance at you, hair matted and thrown in a messy bun, white tank top stained with oil and grease, having had nothing to eat save black coffee and endless bags of various kinds of lollipops. Whatever the hell brand your lab mate brought in really.

And then there was his literally saving you from death.

It was busy for the two of you to meet and by the looks of his civilian clothes he might have possibly taken time off.

Oh.

Oh no.

Is written all over your face as his screams the opposite.

Oh.

Oh yes.

You knew exactly what he was thinking, what his next moves were as the scarves around his throat seemed to move on their own accord.

Your core and stomach tighten as the rough fabric weave around your wrists and ankles all the while your heart and mind scream for you to run.

Who knew when you'd be able to leave the confines of his large penthouse apartment. Barely able to sit on the balcony on his roughest days.

Panic overrides your desire to be held captive. To give in to his every demand and be safely locked away in his tower.

"W...wait wait...." Glistening eyes soley fixated on the metal, "I..I'm almost done. I can finish t...tonight!"

He stares down at you for a long moment debating if he should just take you anyway.

If he should steal you away to a place he knows you'll be properly cared for.

Nourished.

But smelling the desperation that comes off of you in waves has his stomach twisting and his hero heart yelling at him to do the right thing.

Suddenly your redden wrists are free as the strips of fabric find themselves neatly settled around his neck once again.

"Fine." Your heart soars as he sets you to your feet. Implying what you had hoped he would allow all along.

You were close. So fucking close to being done, to needing a session of being locked away in his care for awhile.

But this had to be done first before you became his princess once more.

He pulls up a stool to watch you, perching atop it like a swishing tailed cat. Eyes lazily half open but undeniably focused as you hesitantly got into the mindset of working again. His gaze and smirk carry some malice as he speaks, your attention wholly on him a final time.

"But after tonight you're going to be with me for awhile darling ."

[howdoyousleep3]

Daddy!Steve NSFW ABCs 🌶

AHHHHH it is here! Well...it is here but it is in pieces, haha. I’ve decided to do little installments because I was getting carried away. This post is A, B, C, and D! It includes Twink!Bucky as well because it was inevitable. Please please enjoy and please please litter my inbox and notifications with love if you think I am worthy of it. ILY. 

Aftercare Steve loves aftercare. Adores it. Lives for it. The sex out-of-this-world, mind-blowing, sometimes insane, and Bucky lives for that, but he knows Steve lives and breathes for the aftercare. Steve loves the raw and intimate moments of Bucky being so completely gone for Steve and what has transpired. He loves putting Bucky together again after he has ripped him apart and broken him down, bared his soul to Steve. Steve is never one to abruptly end a sexual experience with Bucky, loves to remain inside of his body until he can’t anymore, prolonging their time together. Steve can’t bear to think about not being as close as he can to the younger man, such a snuggler, a cooer, wants to keep their faces pressed together, wants to feel Bucky come back to him. Even if it’s a quick fuck Steve is there to wipe Bucky down, to put his clothes back on, to carry him to another room. Steve loves aftercare. Body Part Bucky doesn’t even need to hesitate when asked what his favorite body part of Steve’s is—his tits. Steve hates it when Bucky calls his chest his tits, the bridge of his nose or the highpoint of his cheekbones flushing, but how can he not call them that? Steve is big and broad, everything on him is big, but his chest is somethin’ else. When Bucky gropes at them, squeezes them, he can’t even get his hands around them fully. Steve isn’t a super hairy man, but he’s covered in a soft sparse layer of it, across his chest, up his legs and thighs, a little on his belly. Bucky loves resting his head on those tits, loves squeezing them, loves rubbing his face between them, loves biting at the meaty pec. Bucky loves Steve’s chest.

Steve’s answer to this question in reference to Bucky is also very easy—Bucky’s ass is his favorite. He’d pretend and say Bucky’s eyes or his heart, his dimply chin, but when in all reality it is definitely Bucky’s behind. He’s never seen a juicier ass on a man, plush and round and thick, and damn is he grateful it belongs to someone he gets to fuck on the regular. Steve’s eyes go all soft when he watches Bucky walk from the shower to the closet, rid of all clothing. Steve loves to grab at it, smack it, grope it, such a pert little thing. He loves for it to be the first thing he gets his hand around in the morning and the last thing he gets to fuck into at night. He goes hot for the way it shakes and jiggles when he fucks Bucky from behind. All of that pales into comparison to eating that sweet ass, fuck, that is Steve’s favorite. He loves burying his face between those cheeks, spreading them wide and apart, cracking his hand down a few times as his tongue works. Steve loves Bucky’s ass.

Come This one…makes Steve hot as fuck all over. This one Steve takes pride in, is near and dear to his heart. Steve has always swallowed for his partners, not being that big of a deal and honestly less clean up, more intimate too. But there is nothing that makes Steve harder and hornier and prouder as when Bucky is taking his come. On his body, on his face, in his ass, in his mouth—it makes Steve dizzy with arousal. The aspect that makes this sweeter is the journey it has taken for Bucky to accept Steve’s come so easily and eagerly. Because at the beginning of their time together, their relationship, Bucky even hated the word “come”, made soft but uncomfortable noises, blushed, shook his head frantically.

Steve was never pushy, never, but he was a sweet talker and he knew what he was talking about, knew what could convince Bucky to be more accepting of the idea of Steve’s come…

Fuck, baby wanna fill this sweet little cunt up, goddamn. Want you to be drippin’ with my come, would make Daddy so happy, sugar, ohh. Wanna see it leak outta your lips, wanna make you open wide so I can see your hungry mouth full’a Daddy’s come. Oh wouldn’t that be nice, baby? Daddy would love that. Daddy would love to rub it into your little hole, plug you full’a my come.

It took some time, but Bucky’s mindset changed, he cozied up to the idea of playing with Steve’s come, of swallowing, of taking Steve bareback. When Bucky breached the subject of no longer wearing condoms Steve wanted to throw a party. When Bucky stuttered through his first Oh, Daddy…p-please? C’n I…want your come, Steve came with a roar almost immediately. The first time Bucky swallowed he was teary-eyed and flushed and some of it leaked out the corner of his mouth and Steve thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Now Bucky hates to not have Steve’s come, whines for it, is a filthy dirty talker himself—

In my mouth, Daddy c’mere, want it, wanna swallow it all. Want me to k-keep it all in my mouth and…and show you, Daddy? You better fill that fuckin’…shit, that fuckin’ cunt up, Daddy, wanna be all sloppy for you, want you to plug me up, w-will you do that, Daddy? Plug me up so that when you fuck me again later…ngh, you won’t even have to u-use lube?

Steve was proud of himself for turning Bucky into his proud little comeslut.

Dirty Secrets Steve is a confident man, a comfortable man, not embarrassed by much of anything. If he had a dirty secret it would only be so because of societal expectations because it isn’t anything he’s embarrassed by.

Steve loves it when Bucky fucks him.

It doesn’t happen often, Steve needing to be in a specific mood and Bucky needing to feel level-headed and focused, but goddamn when it does happen it is somethin’ else. Being able to control Bucky in a situation where the younger man should have the ultimate control is a heady experience. Steve has asked for Bucky before, has asked him if he wanted to fuck Daddy, but most of the time it is surprisingly Bucky who will ask or make it known that he is interested in doing so. Bucky will be a little more pushy, will grope at Steve’s ass, squeeze it and let his fingers curl in a little tighter. There have been a couple times where Bucky has flat out asked for it, more often than not a little tipsy. “Daddy…y’gonna let me fuck you tonight? Oh, please, want it so much, Daddy, wanna feel it, can I?” he’d whine and ramble, press in tight to Steve no matter the position, suck on the older man’s collarbone, earlobe, neck.

How is Steve supposed to say no to this sweet little thing?

Bucky has beautiful fingers, creamy and long and always soft, knows how to work them well and listen to instructions. Bucky always waits for instruction, waits until Steve lets him move onto the next task, always a good boy. Steve loves feeling Bucky’s fingers inside of him, loves feeling them slickly work him open, scissoring and stretching. Steve unnecessarily guides him, tells him where to press them to stroke his prostate, to make Daddy’s cock drool and his body shudder, “That’s good, sugar there you go, oh fuck.” Sometimes Bucky will get flustered, a little desperate, ask if he can get his mouth on Daddy’s cunt, and that’s an entirely different experience in itself.

Bucky has such a pretty cock, about average length-wise but he has some extra girth to him that makes Steve’s toes curl. Even though Steve is always referring to Bucky’s cock as “little” it most definitely isn’t, able to make Steve come beautifully without being touched.

Bucky likes to fuck Steve when he’s on all-fours, feels more in control even though he has very little, is able to watch his cock slide in and out of Daddy’s hole, to grab at Daddy’s ass. While that is admittedly delicious, Steve loves to ride Bucky, to be on top, keeping control over the situation. He loves pressing the younger man into the mattress, rolling his hips, digging that cock into his prostate some. He loves looking down at Bucky and telling him how he makes Daddy feel, how fuckin’ good that cock feels fucking into Daddy’s hole, how pretty Bucky looks under him. He loves wrapping his fingers around the column of Bucky’s throat, both hands, pressing close and kissing his lips, the look the younger man gets on his face when he tells him he’s gonna make Daddy come, don’t you dare come, baby, not yet.

Steve gets extremely satisfied when Bucky crumbles, comes apart, shoots off inside of Steve, Daddy telling him he’s the best boy. He is even more satisfied when he makes Bucky put his face between his cheeks and eat his own come out of Daddy’s ass. He’s more than ready for Round 2 by that point.

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If someone's laughing, do you instantly think they're laughing at you? Egh no, not really. I’ve had people laugh at me but I do know about it; I’ve never felt paranoid like this. What is the strangest thing you've been asked? My mom’s masseuse asked me if I was pregnant after taking a good look at me and deciding I looked familiar. It felt weird and eerie until I told my parents about it the next day and they said “Oh yeah, she’s the one with the third eye.” Didn’t feel as strange after that, but at the time when she looked me dead in the eye and asked me that question it was definitely so weird lmao. What’s the weirdest thing about life that people just accept as normal? Sometimes I wonder how people from the far past got to decide how certain animals were safe to eat even though they a) clearly scream danger, b) have such a complex way of being consumed (like crabs), or c) ARE STRAIGHT UP POISONOUS (like the pufferfish in Japan). But hey, we’re all eating them right now.

What was your favorite game as a child? I liked local games. We had langit-lupa (heaven and earth), piko (hopscotch), ice-ice water (freeze tag), Chinese garter, 10-20, and patintero. What’s the stupidest thing you've ever heard? Anything that comes out of conservative Catholics’ mouths.

What's the most random thing you've done out of boredom? It would have to be that time that I got really depressed last December and I spent all my Christmas savings meant for friends and family on a bunch of coloring books and my own set of coloring pencils. All for myself. It’s a little morbid, but whaever.  What show did your parents not let you watch as a kid? My parents were pretty liberal and weren’t too strict about shows. My mom absolutely hated Mr. Bean though because she was convinced he was the reason my brother didn’t start talking until he was like 6. She would change the channel if it was on, but she didn’t outright ban us or anything. What is your personal catchphrase? I don’t have one. What is the most pleasurable feeling that doesn't involve anything sexual? Biting into your favorite food after a whole day of not eating. What was your 'Oops, wrong person' moment? I don’t think I have one. I’d die of embarrassment. What do you find attractive that isn't considered 'normal' attraction? I really can’t bring myself to be into the muscular/buff look and don’t mind if someone is on the bigger side, is skinny, or is generelly not a gym person. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done drunk? Fell asleep in the pool. What's your proudest moment in the bathroom? ?????? What’s something you own that gets you lots of compliments? Technically not mine, but Gabie would lend me a windbreaker-type of jacket that was very colorful. It was green, yellow, pink, basically a very bright and gay jacket. I got complimented on it EVERY SINGLE TIME I wore it by nearly every single person who passed by me in school – and I wish I was kidding lmao. She got it in Baguio for 50 pesos ($1), it’s insane. I think it was lost by another person she lent it to. A damn shame. If money was no object, where would you want to live? Canada. Who is your favourite mythological character? In the brief moment I was into mythology, I really liked the way Rick Riordan wrote Apollo to be in his Percy Jackson series. Big ol’goofball. What's something that's happened which couldn't happen at a worse time? [continued from this afternoon] > Had the sign for my gas start blinking while I was stuck in standstill traffic > Get into a car accident while finally making a turn to the gas station > Get pulled over by an officer for changing a lane and nearly hitting a car, because unbeknownst to me, the accident had closed my right side mirror, making me not see my entire right side and I almost hit the car to my right All happened within ten minutes. I was a freshman in high school and couldn’t be more terrified. Police let me go when I started having a panic attack. What is the best pickup line you've ever heard? I don’t like pickup lines. What did aging ruin for you? Dreams. What is the most hilarious thing you’ve ever heard? Idk, I’ve found a lot of things hilarious. What is the darkest thing you have seen on the internet? It would be either Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared or Too Many Cooks. What's something you really enjoy, but can't have? A regularly luxurious life. What Wikipedia article have you recently read? OMG hahaha so there were times in internship where nothing was tasked to me FOR HOURS and I would get super bored. Then I remember hearing from somewhere that Wikipedia has a whole article that’s just a list of unusual deaths that’s happened from modern history until the present, and I gobbled that shit up until I was given a responsibility. I found out more listicles they apparently had – list of last words, list of people who disappeared mysteriously, etc; read all of those too. What's a book you were made to read in school that you really liked? My #1 would have to be Without Seeing the Dawn by Steven Javellana. It’s the most honest narration of the Philippines’ Japanese occupation I’ve ever read. It’s painful to read, but it’s the beauty of it. What objective did you fail to complete this week? I told myself I was gonna start externals work for my org, but I’ve just been so burned out in the last month that I haven’t gotten around to starting yet. I definitely have to this week, though so it’s not like I’ll completely fail it. What could have gotten worse for you but it didn't? Tbh the desire to end my life? I threw in the towel by the time I was 12, but I’m still here so I guess life is doing something right.

What subject should be taught at schools, but isn't? Adulting. Like being taught about taxes, social security, insurance, documents they ask when you apply for a job, etc. I’m 21 and I know nothing about these. I didn’t even know what insurance meant until I was 20. What is the best thing about having a Significant Other? The idea of having a go-to person for everything is very comforting for me. What makes you unusually uncomfortable? Distorted sound effects. It’s probably not unusual though. What is an upcoming purchase you're excited about? It’s no longer future tense because I was finally able to find Pop-Tarts at the nearby mall! I couldn’t find it ANYWHERE in the last couple of years and I’ve been craving it for the same period of time. Then Gab convinced me to try the supermarket at the mall we went to today and we found a box of Chocolate Fudge gloriously sitting on one of the shelves. It was way more expensive than I remember it being, but I waited for so long that I just grabbed it and didn’t care about my budget anymore. What is the worst game you've ever played? The Hannah Montana game for the Wii that I had was so bad it was good. What’s the oddest thing you like to do? I don’t think I have particularly odd habits. What's the funniest news story you've seen in the past few weeks? There’s a satirical article I came across a week ago that was about how dinosaurs got extinct because they ate pineapples on pizza. It was made even more hilarious by the fact that it included a graphic of dinosaurs and there were slices of pizza with pineapples on them photoshopped into the graphic. Definitely pissed off a number of pineapple enthusiasts that day lmaaaaao. What do you really really want right now? I’m so excited to eat my Pop-Tarts but I think I should save them for tomorrow. What do you hide from people? Suicidal thoughts, because I never wanna bother anyone. What was the first sign you knew you had a crush on someone? When I actively avoided her because it hurt to see her. HAHAHAH yuck drama What's the best lemonade you've made from the lemons life gave you? Lasting long enough to create a family in the form of my orgmates. Who was your cartoon crush while growing up? Sam from Totally Spies. What's the best way to deal with religious door knockers? We don’t have that culture here but I most likely would just never open the door. What’s the most hypocritical thing you’ve ever seen or heard? A large chunk of Catholics. Who’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met? When I was still interning at my PR firm, I shadowed my supervisor in an interview that one of our clients had for that day. Our client’s representative is the biggest badass I’ve met. He’s from South Africa and was born and raised at a time when apartheid was still around. He’s white, so he was brainwashed in school to think that they were superior and for a time, he really thought his race was. Then he got to work under Nelson Mandela’s party when he was much older and that was the only time he realized how backwards that mindset was. Anyway he had Mandela’s spies stalk his ass every single day because of his background and he ultimately got shot twice. There’s loads more stories to tell but I don’t want to give him away. 

When I was watching him get interviewed he proved to have a lot of knowledge on history and current events too so that’s another plus. He was just super cool and it was a breath of fresh air to talk to a foreigner that was more aware of social situations than the average Filipino. What just doesn't impress you? Carly Rae Jepsen. What’s the worst possible way to introduce yourself? There’s no worst way; just don’t try too hard because the bullshit can be detected so easily. What makes you wish that you were born in the past or the future? How easy it was to make a living and score a job decades ago. What tragic event was coincidentally beneficial to you? My breakup. What's something people are proud of, but it doesn't impress you? ‘Miracles.’ What's the worst possible moment to go and play on a bouncy castle? Doing it with a bunch of sweaty, rowdy kids. Who is the greatest ever comedian? Not really into comedians so my recommendations might suck for some. What’s your irrational fear? Commercials at night. What's your oldest memory? Playing in a Winnie the Pooh tent when I was 3. What can you not wake up without? Checking the time. What did you think was cool when you were younger that you now think isn’t? Wristbands. What are your favourite or most memorable lines from any movie/show? “How do you like them apples?” from Good Will Hunting. What's something people love to hate? The Kardashians. What’s something that is underrated but extremely useful? Being polite.

[krazykarny1031]

Kirideku.

Chapter 1 : Party Time

Izuku POV

Aizawa sensei may have made a huge mistake. He had let the class throw a dorm party to celebrate the fall break of their second year. It has turned into a catastrophe. How did Kaminari even get this much alcohol past Principal Nezu and All Might!? I was now watching all of my classmates get completely drunk. Denki, Mineta, Ochako, Iida, and Jirou were all currently so wasted out if their minds.

Denki looked more dumb than when he over used his quirk.

Mineta was passed out on the floor surrounded by the broken remains of a Jack Daniel's bottle.

Ochako and Jirou were sitting in a corner together giggling at literally nothing.

And Iida was currently in one of the bathrooms with his head thrown in the toilet. No one thought he would even be drinking.

Aoyoma, Hagakure, Mina, and Sato faired a little better but not much. Aoyoma was currently the only one dancing to the music. Slowly trying to get a lightly drunk Shinsou to join him....by dancing mostly on him. Very, sexually.

Hagakure and mina had joined Sato in eating most of the snacks.

Tokoyami, Yaoyurozu, Kacchan, and the previously mentioned Shinsou were all handling the alcohol. The had some minor slips, but the could still form functional sentences. Tokoyami was leaning on a very lightly buzzed Shoji. Telling the tall male how much he loved and appreciated him and his kindness. Yaoyurozu has decided to sit in front if the tv that was playing some cooking show from America. Shinsou was trying very hard to not 'dance' with the attractive sparkly blond who was now grinding against his crotch. Now I should have expected what Kacchan would do. Because he had snuck some of his mothers alcohol stash over to my house when we were kids. He can be very.... kind and loving. He was currently smiling at me and hugging me.

"Y-ya know nerd. You... are like my best friend. I.. I have always looked at you and been inspired to work so hard. That's why I was so mad at All Might! I-i wanted to be y-your hero! You were my friend to protect." Kacchan explained. He currently looked like a relaxed, happy version of himself and smelled like the strong fruity cocktail that Shoji had made for Todoroki and Kacchan.

I couldn't help but whisper a very soft "t-thank you Kacchan"

"Of course you nerd!" He hugged me very tightly.

"Shouldnt you go check on Uraraka, Bakugou?" Came the soft sturdy voice of Shouto.

Kacchan soon left to the corner the Ochako and Jirou occupied.

"T-thank you Todoroki-kun." I said

He nearly shrugged and drank the cocktail silently.

Sero, Todoroki, and Shoji were much stronger drinkers than anyone in the room. Sero and Todoroki shared small talk and sipped their handmade drinks. Made by none other and Mezou Shoji himself. He had an extensive knowledge thanks to his habit of reading large amount of books. Shoji was smiling and holding onto his small boyfriend, Tokoyami. They had become an item not too long after their first year in class started.

Oijirou, Tsuyu, Koda, and myself had opted out of drinking. Tsuyu so that she could keep an eye out for the girls. Oijirou because he had decided that alcohol just never did anything for him. Koda said he would never do that until he was of age. And myself for personal reasons. Kacchan knew I could get hurt if I drank. So he made sure that no one could try to give me anything. Until he got drunk himself.

You see, I'm almost as bad as Uraraka-san if I drink. You could ask me to do anything and I'd do it. You see my problem. It's very dangerous. We had all decided to stick with sodas and water for now.

The last one I haven't mentioned is Kirishima-kun. He's a bit.... different when drunk. He's not as bad as Iida or Ochako but worse that Kacchan and Tokoyami.

Eijirou has hit on all of the girls most of the guys and 5 inanimate objects since he got drunk earlier. He hasn't tried anything with Shoji, Tokoyami or me.

He's usually a very kind and caring guy. He's also a very attractive guy. I mean of he was sober and flirting with me. I would most certainly not mind.

He's a very flirty, sexual person when he's drunk. He gains this aura of hotness and sexiness he doesn't usually carry, with a new load of confidence as well.

His hair was down and loosely forming around his face. He wore a pair of ripped jeans that formed lightly to his muscular legs. And a very form fitting tank top. THAT HE IS NOW REMOVING HOLY SHIIII...!!!!

"Are you staring at Kirishima, Midoriya?"

Came the voice of Shinsou who now had his arm wrapped around Aoyoma, with a giant smirk on his face.

"W-what?! N-no! I wasn't!" I yelled trying to hide my face on the couch pillows.

"N-no worries mon cher! Your secret is safe with usss~~" Aoyoma responded.

"H-he's just attractive. He wouldn't even like me like that!." I responded.

"Well how do you know?" Shinsou quipped.

"H-he hasn't tried to flirt with me tonight. He's flirted with everyone else. He even flirted with the m-microwave!" I was almost tearing up and they both could see it. They looked at each other and then at me. Then at something else I couldn't see behind me.

"Well maybe you should tell him." Aoyoma said with a giggle.

"After all he is right behind you." Shinsou smirked and pointed at Kirishima who had indeed sat right beside me in the couch. While I was telling them I liked him.

"EEEK!" I screamed and blushed trying to find something in my head to say.

"K-k-kirishima-a kun! W-when did y ki u get here.?!!?" I tried to play it cool.. in the most uncool way.

"Hey Izuku~. What were you guys talking about?." This guy... was flexing while he's talking. Flexing while fixing his hair. Damn him. He knows exactly what's going on and he's playing with me.

"Little Midoriya here has something he wants to say to you. Eijirou kun~." Aoyoma is officially my least favorite person. With the way he said it and the way he's touching on Shinsou he's implying everything.

"Oh really now~? What is it 'dude'~?" He looked and me with this predatory, hungry gaze. All I can think is I'm going to get eaten alive.

"Spit it out Izuku. It'll make you feel better if you tell him." Shinsou insists before walking away with Aoyoma.

" What is it man? What's up?" Kirishima asked slightly more serious. About as serious one could be while drunk and shirtless.

"W-well I um. May..... m-may l-l-like you" I whispered the last words. Confusing him.

"Huh? You gotta speak up a little. You can do it.~" He was teasing me again.

" I s-said. I like y-you." I closed my eyes waiting for anything. Rejection, anger, him to leave. I wasn't prepared for him to laugh.

"Hehe~ you're so cute Izuku. I heard you on my way over. I just wanted to hear you say it to me~." He looked at me. Then it hit me. He called me cute. And he heard me talking to Shinsou and Aoyoma!

I blushed about the same shade as his hair and tried to book it.

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelled trying to reach my room. He chased me and grabbed my arm before I coul reach the door knob.

"Hey now. I never said anything bad about it did I?" He looked at me waiting for a response.

"Y-you..? Do you?" I could barely get the words out of my mouth.

"Like you too? Of course I do~." Kirishima said leaning in to kiss my forehead.

He glanced back at everyone. Seeing Bakugo and Uraraka head towards the elevator giggling at each other. And Kirishima smiled a very mischievous smile and turned to me.

"I could show you how much I like you~. If you don't believe me. We could always do what they're going to do." He nodded towards the drunk couple kissing as the elevator doors closed and took them up o Kacchan's room. He reached for my rooms doorknob and gently ushered me in.

"W-wait K-Kirishima!? W-we can't!" I tried pleading.

"Why not? I thought you liked me Izuku?"

"I-i do! B- but you're drunk. I don't want to do it if you're not in a proper mindset!' I said as he closed the door and pushed us on my bed.

"So... if I sobered up really quickly you'd let me fuck you?" He said not caring about how lewd he sounded.

"T-that's not what I meant! And d-dont say it like that!" I stated.

"But why? I want to fuck you and love you. Why wont you let me?" Kirishima kept asking while sitting up and pulling me on his lap.

"B-because you're drunk! You're not completely in control of your thoughts and actions, Kirishima. "

"Eijirou."

"Huh?"

"You can call me by my first name Izuku."

"O-oh. E-eijirou. We should wait till tomorrow to talk about this."

"How about this? I want to kiss you. Let me just do that. And let me sleep in the bed with you, let me hold you. I won't do anything but that. And in the morning when I wake up and I'm sober. If I push you away or say I regret tonight, then I give give you my full permission to throw me out the window. But if hold you tight and hug and kiss you, please give me a chance. Please Izuku, just let me love you just a little. " he looked at me with such desperation and passion in his eyes I couldn't say no.

"O-okay..... you can do that E-eijirou."

I looked him deep in the eyes and nodded signaling he could have his way.

He simply gazed at me before slowly connecting our lips.

He tasted like spice. Not like peppers but like cinnamon and alcohol. He soft lips tasted like a cup of some spiced drink you would get around winter. It made my entire body go warm. It was comforting and addicting.

I pulled back slightly to look at him.

He's eyes are glazed over with lost and shining with joy.

He's smiling calmly and smoothly.

"Y-you uh.. taste l-like uh .. Christmas..?" I look at him quizzically and blushing darker.

He chuckles and responds "Thanks~. You kinda taste like an icecream cone. Super sweet." He smiles an specks my lips quickly. He picks me up and stands off the bed, me still in hand as he adjust the blankets for us to get under them.

We crawled in and he immediately pulled my back flush against his chest. I couldn't help but blush as his crotch came in contact with my butt.

" mmmm. You've got such a soft round ass Izuku.~." He tried to grind into me.

"W-wait! Y-you said we would just c-cuddle!" I squealed.

"I'm sorry. I lost control for a second. " he stopped and kissed my neck and squeezed me tighter to him.

"Good night Izuki. And I do love you but remember the deal. "

He slowly started drifting to sleep and adjusted where I was facing him before falling asleep too.

Chapter 2 continue? Y/N

[gobigorgohome2016]

Taper Week 1 + Final Big Workout

I am in the home stretch, which is strange because I’m feeling very different from other marathon training cycles.  

Normally at this point, I am plotting out exactly what I am going to do as soon as I cross the finish line:  drink a beer, eat a burger, and not engage in any physical activity for a glorious 14 days.  Last year, the US half marathon championships couldn’t come soon enough.  Even on the starting line, all I could think about was covering 13.1 miles as quickly as possible solely so that I could take a break.  Definitely not the right mindset for running your best! 

Traditionally, taper has been hard for me.  Not from the standpoint of “taper crazies”  - I’m not going to lie, when people complain about running less I just don’t get it.  At the same time, my taper is relatively small.  I ran 108 miles for my peak week, and last week I ran 92 (which includes one day off).  When you track my 7 day stretch from Tuesday to Monday, I still covered 102 miles.  This week will be lower, though, coming in at 76.  It will be weird to only run once per day most of the week.  Actually, today was my first single run in weeks and I felt like I had infinitely more time on my hands!  Of course that means I was less productive, because the best way to get things done is to be really busy, amirite?  

I’m starting to wonder if my early season setbacks will have actually served a greater purpose.  I feel like the last few weeks have been a turning point in my fitness and that things are coming together.  About 4 weeks ago I was running a warm up and I thought to myself you need to just be okay with the fact this might not be a PR training cycle.  After I had that thought, I wound up running a better-than-expected workout and I feel like I’ve been on the up and up ever since.  I’m not sure I have ever made it to this point in training feeling as though my legs are still fresh.  

On Sunday I did what I love to do during taper:  I pored over my running logs and looked at data.  I love to look at my mileage totals.  Here is my mileage during the same 92 day periods leading up to each race:

Twin Cities:  1,019 miles Olympic Trials:  1,163 miles Pittsburgh:  1,147 miles

At the end of the day, I will have only run 16 fewer miles than I did in the 3 months leading up to the Trials.  That doesn’t tell the whole story, though.  That training window includes a 3 week period where I was dealing with a hamstring issue.  If we look at the final 6 weeks of training, the mileage totals are slightly different:

Twin Cities:  505 miles Olympic Trials: 554 miles Pittsburgh:  565 miles

I have definitely come on stronger the last few weeks whereas in past training, I have struggled during taper to have motivation to run.  At the end of the day, training and racing only produces more data, so it will be interesting for me to see how the increased mileage plays a role in the outcome.  

I’m in the process of reading Deena Kastor’s Let Your Mind Run.  This book could not have come out at a better time for me.  I like to read during taper.  Before Twin Cities, I read Once a Runner.  Before the Trials, I read Suzy Favor Hamilton’s Fast Girl.  

Deena’s positivity has helped me look at the last few months and reframe them.  At one point I truthfully wondered why I was bothering to run this marathon when it didn’t seem like I was going to be in my best shape.  I will be the first to admit that I struggle at times with perfectionism when it comes to running (seriously nothing else though.  sometimes I wonder how I graduated college).  Something that tremendously helped was when my coach reminded me this race doesn’t have to be perfect - it just has to be good, I’m already a pretty damn good runner.  

Deena’s book inspired me to reframe a lot of the negative thoughts that have been holding me back lately.  For instance, I have used one word to describe this training cycle:  setback.  I’m pretty sure I have uttered that word more times in the last 4 months than I have in my entire life.  Instead of thinking about the things that have hindered progress, why not think of them as things I have overcome?  At the end of the day, I have run a shit ton of miles after dealing with:

-a calf injury -a plantar injury -a hamstring injury -a badly infected blister -a couple illnesses -a post-tib issue -the worst case of eczema I’ve experienced in my 20′s -unmet expectations at races  -new food sensitivities that undoubtedly contributed to the previous 8 items on this list

I prevailed despite all of these things.  What’s so hard about a marathon after your toe doubles in size because it is infected and is so painful  you have to drive barefoot in the middle of winter because your shoe is applying too much painful pressure on your toe when you hit the gas pedal? 

Deena’s book is also helping me see the other things I do - the things that are easy to forget - that make me a better athlete.  Joe Vigil has a quote that there is no such thing as overtraining, just underresting.  I love that.  This training cycle I have made it a point to:

-nap at least 60 minutes every day  -eliminate foods that I know my body cannot tolerate (science is cool) -get a massage every 2 weeks -set up mental game sessions as needed -have increased contact with my coach -make dietitian appointments as needed -make visualization a priority -do daily yoga instead of one session per week -more core/lifting -practice race day [this training cycle I made it a point to practice getting up at 4 AM before a couple long run workouts so that I wasn’t in shock when I had to do it for the race]

There is no guarantee that any of these things are going to make a better runner; but, there was something that Des Linden said leading up to Boston that spoke to me:  I could live with myself if I didn’t win Boston.  I decided I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.  (referring to her training)

If I don’t reach my ultimate goal of breaking 2:30 in the marathon, I’ll live.  But, as long as I am training I will have a hard time not doing everything in my power that I know will contribute to success.  I often think of my mom telling me in high school (when I was half-assing my assignments) “if it’s a job worth doing, it’s a job worth doing well.”    

The past week of workouts has been good.  I’m not sure where the notion came from that taper weeks are easy.  In reality, the lower mileage gives way to more intensity.  Here’s what my week looked like:

M:  off (first dasy off in 6 weeks!) T: AM:  4, PM:  12 mi total w/ 6 x mi @ marathon effort ending with a mile at half marathon effort W:  AM:  10, PM:  6 Th:  AM:  6 x 400 m @ mile race pace w/ full recovery, PM:  7 F:  AM:  10, PM:  5 Sa:  AM:  8, PM:  5 Su:  AM:  16 mi cut down finishing in 5:44; PM:  4 mi shake out

Total for the week was 92, and I’m really happy with how my legs felt during that cut down.  I remember that workout before Twin Cities and crawling through the shake out later in the day because my legs were trashed.  The biggest difference I have noticed during the past 4 or 5 weeks is that my legs are recovering really well.

Today was my last big workout, and it was actually one I have never done before!  The plan was 3 x 15:00 at threshold pace.  While there is little fitness to be gained at this point, I’m so glad I did this workout because it was a huge mental win.  

I went to the tow path for the workout, which is a crushed limestone path in Indy.  I figured 15:00 should be roughly 2.5 miles.  My plan was to do a 2.5 mi stretch, then a 2.5 mi loop through a neighborhood, then the 2.5 mi stretch back.  I did not account for how much rain we have had lately, and the tow path was a muddy, sloppy, puddle-dotted mess.  We also have had pretty cold weather, so today was quite the contrast with 60 degrees and 100% humidity / light rain.  Fun fact:  I have run in a sports bra and shorts once this year, and that was in February.  

My superhero running strength is that I’m really good at not going out too fast, and at progressively picking up the pace in workouts as I go.  Actually, when this doesn’t happen I generally know something might be wrong with me.  Today was not that day.  

My first mile of my first 15:00 was 5:49.  This is not my threshold pace on a perfect weather day, and it’s definitely not my threshold pace on wet, muddy, soggy ground when I am slipping and sliding everywhere.  My second mile was 5:46.  I wound up covering 2.57 mi in 15:00 minutes.  

My fatal flaw as a runner is that, when I see these splits, I feel as though I must continue getting faster.  not the point of this workout.  So, I convinced myself that I needed to slow down.  

My first mile was 5:52 of the second 15:00 tempo.  Honestly, my legs felt like garbage.  I was running through a neighborhood on completely soaked streets trying to make turns and I ran way too hard in my previous effort.  My quads felt like crap.  My 2nd mile was 6:00.  I panicked.  Quads are heavy + slowing down.  When was the last time I felt this way?  Oh, right, when I was anemic in the fall.  At 12:00 I just stopped running.  I contemplated calling it a day and jogging back to my car.  Actually, I convinced myself that was what I should do.  If my quads are heavy, why add extra strain?  Then I spiraled.  What if I feel this way during the marathon and just walk off the course?  

Finally I decided I was going to finish the workout no matter what, even if it meant running 6:30 pace.  I took a couple minutes to regroup and decided the final tempo would be 18:00, to account for the 3 that I missed when I cut the second one short.  I would start slow (closer to my actual threshold pace), and no matter what stick this one out.  First mile:  6:07.  Much better.  Second mile:  6:02.  3rd mile:  5:55.  So, I made a workout that wasn’t supposed to be hard much more difficult than it had to be.  

But, I’m happy that it happened that way.  It is very rare for me to have a bad day in practice.  It’s even rarer for me to stop.  I don’t get a lot of opportunities to practice bringing it back around and making the day successful.  Having at least one experience like this going into the marathon is important, because if there is anything we’ve learned in the past 10 days, it’s that you can think you’re going to drop out of a race at half way, then find yourself becoming the first American in 33 years to win the Boston marathon.  

[vandergelic-blog]

Could you do Jumin A-Z please?? :3

Finally getting around to this! I’m not accepting anymore ABC asks, sorry! I have ones for Zen, Jaehee and V left to do. I know it’s not the entire RFA, but I also have other requests to do! Hope you enjoy..

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

Economics and Earth Science!

B: Do they have any allergies?

He’s in such good health, I don’t think he would have any allergies or develop any.

C: Can they swim well?

It’s not the best swimming, trust me…but he did take swim lessons when he was younger so he’s pretty decent!

D: How they react to being flirted with?

Jumin..is so oblivious. He will probably just think you’re sucking up to him just to get something.

“Jumin, you look really handsome today. You always do.”

*blinks* “ok how much $$$ do u want”

“what no-”

“do u just want to play with elizabeth? all u have to do is ask, ur one of the few people i trust with her MC”

“no jumin i want to play with ur fUCKINGDICK”

“..oh.”

E: How are they with children?

Is sweet but actually treats them like young adults, omfg. Once he was babysitting MC’s two younger siblings who were visiting while she left the penthouse.

baby #1: *loud bawling* “JOOMEEN BABY #2 WON’T TRADE HIS CAR FOR MY TRUCK ;u;”

jumin: *looks at toy truck* “that truck would be useless in the real world stock market”

baby #2: “juju-meen, what is a stock market??”

jumin: “my name is jumin, and let me educate you youngsters on the world of business”

By the time you got back, your siblings would be masters at making deals, so it wasn’t easy for you to trick them anymore. goddammitjoomin

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at?

Jumin is really bad at pranking people. There was a prank war going on in the RFA and he was trying to get back at Seven. So he and MC…went into his bunker and he mismatched all his socks.

“This will show him.”

“Jumin…they’re already were mismatched.”

Topped it off by turning all of his shirts inside out and leaving rubber ducks randomly around his house, even put one inside his kettle.

Jumin really thought he got him and couldn’t stop laughing as he left, while Seven was completely unphased when he got home, he didn’t even notice. I’m.

G: How do they flirt?

They don’t flirt. Jumin will very bluntly tell you how he feels about you, even if he doesn’t understand it himself. 

H: What is their deadly sin?

Pride.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

I give them an 8, he thinks he’s pretty amazing and great, but knows he has his own flaws as well. Such as being cold and not being considerate of others. (i.e. Jaehee ;~;) He’s working on it though.

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

So. Lame. Whenever he cracks a joke or says a terrible pun, everyone just goes silent or lets out a soft groan, while he laughs himself. Sometimes though..Seven and MC laugh with him, so at least that’s something!

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

Jumin is a very straightforward person. He will let you know verbally if you upset him, and it’s also very apparent in his eyes when you do, appearing more icier than usual.

L: What is their favourite board game?

Monopoly and UNO. He kicks ASS at both of those games.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Jumin usually has his chef cook him whatever his nutritionist recommends. He loves gourmet omelettes and breakfast sandwiches.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

Going against him. He really doesn’t like it when you don’t listen to him, because he’s used to being in control. It would piss him off. Also, bringing up his unrequited feelings for Rika.

P: How do they handle money?

Jumin can be very irresponsible with his money when he wants to be. Spending it mindlessly on cats, MC or literally just things that he thinks are cool. But he has so much, does it really matter? He runs a huge company, most of the time though, he’s very good with managing it. He just likes to splurge sometimes!

Q: Are they patient?

It depends on how he’s feeling, or what kind of day he had. He’s pretty patient! Just don’t keep him waiting for too long.

R: What are their hands like?

They slightly above the average size and has nice long, slender fingers! Good for when he plays the piano. They can feel rough and cold, but it’s oddly soothing and nice to hold, somehow.

S: How stealthy are they?

They’ve never been in a situation where he had to be stealthy, but he’s good at sneaking up on MC and covering her eyes. 

“Guess who?”

T: Where are they ticklish?

Jumin…ticklish?

U: What’s their voice like?

I think we all know what his voice sounds like and it’s actually the most sexiest thing ever. Hnngh. Do I need to explain? 

It’s easing and deep, very clear. It’s so nice to listen to him speak, especially at night when you two are in bed and he murmurs to you about his day at work while he holds you in his arms. And in the morning when there’s that slight rasp to it when he first wakes up, oh yes.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

Like I said before, just going against them. He really doesn’t like it when people disobey him. 

W: Can they dance?

Well, they can ballroom dance. But that’s it. Don’t ask him to dab or whatever, unless you want to die from cringe.

X: What’s their most petty little secret?

He actually really does find comfort and enjoys Jaehee’s presence. One time, he had to work late but really didn’t want to be at the office alone that night. So..he purposely made Jaehee organize a file cabinet full of documents in alphabetical order just to make her stay a bit longer, until he was finished. Later he felt guilty about it, but didn’t fess up, instead he gave her two weeks off lol. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

Jumin is always wondering how V’s mindset works. His decisions sometimes, really do irritate him. For example, not getting the eye surgery. Jumin really wants to know and understand his reasoning behind things, because he is his best friend and has stuck with him since childhood, he deserves to know.

Z: How do they sleep?

Jumin sleeps shirtless with some pajama bottoms. He actually gets hot easily, so he usually only sleeps with a few of his silk sheets pulled halfway up on his torso. He likes to either lay on his back or his side, and doesn’t snore. He’s a very quiet, peaceful sleeper. If he’s really exhausted though, he will snore.

Requests are open!

[terselylove]

30 Ways To Stop Feeling Like A Lazy Piece Of Shit

1. What honestly worked for me was following the 5 second rule. Whenever you need to do something but don’t feel like it, immediately start counting down from 5 and once you get to one just start doing it. It sounds dumb but works. Realize that motivation is trash and you’ll never feel motivated, except to do things that feel easy. Look up Mel Robbins on YouTube. She explains it perfectly.

2. Set a schedule for yourself. Not one of those pussy ass pre written schedules, you write this one as you go. Wake up, write down what time. Whatever you do first, write it down: “9am-1pm: Played video games” “1pm-2pm: took shower and brushed teeth.” You get it.

Keep looking at your old “schedule” and improve upon it.

3. First step, don’t hate on yourself so much. You’re never going to realize your potential and worth if you put yourself down. It’s ok to have bad days. It’s ok to feel like shit. We all experience this and for the time and clime we live in, it’s fairly standard. Try and do a little bit better every day. Brush your teeth, floss, make your bed, do the dishes, stand when you eat instead of sitting, don’t take your phone to the toilet, drink water. The little things will snowball. Once you prove to yourself that you can take care of the little shit, the big shit just becomes groups of small shit.

4. Aim low.

Do the tiniest thing possible that will make you feel even the tiniest sense of accomplishment. Clean your room. If that’s too much, maybe just make your bed and that’s it. Get those little “wins”, and use them as momentum to build up to bigger tasks/accomplishments.

Forget getting that new job/getting ripped/asking the gorgeous person out. Start with making your bed.

5. Compartmentalize your tasks.

Do you have cleaning to do?

Make a check list and check off then items as you do them. It’ll feel like you’re getting more done.

6. I had to strop trying to tackle a huge TO DO list. Big lists are overwhelming to some people.

On days that I want/need to accomplish something (Like – at work), I make a list of THREE things I need to get done that day and get straight to those things before anything else. No Twitter, Reddit, Facebook, etc. Just get to those three tasks. I find I just keep going when those three things are done.

They don’t have to be monster tasks either. Break a monster task into a bunch of smaller tasks and get them done – even if spread over a few days.

7. The first step would be to find a therapist to help deal with the crippling depression that is causing that much self-hatred and low energy.

8. Just look up tons of motivational memes on Instagram. Nothing is more motivational than trust fund babies telling you to get out there and make your dreams come true.

9. Wake up at the same time every single day. Consistency is key.

10. Talk to someone. For real. Talk to a therapist or a doctor or someone. You don’t have to constantly feel like you’re trying to get through life in second gear. You’re not as lazy and useless as you think. Reach out if you need to vent to someone.

11. By getting over the mindset that you have to give everything 100% or not bother. If you can only give 10% today it’s better than nothing. I’d rather go to the gym for 20 minutes than none because I’m not up for an hour. I’d rather get at least the dishes done than nothing.

12. Break things into bite sized pieces. Start a timer for 10 min to start and see if you can get through that, after the alarm goes off it gives you motivation to keep going. Works for me when I feel like I can’t do anything. Start small, everyone can do 10 min! Good luck.

13. I make lists of little things to do in a day, bigger things to do in a week, etc. It helps.

14. Clean your room and maintain it as necessary. (Even little tasks like this make you feel more productive and better about yourself, plus it is nice to live in a clean environment.)

15. Stop calling yourself names and putting yourself down first of all.

The more you call yourself a lazy piece of shit the more likely you will be one.

16. Erase all social media.

17. Get out. I spent most of my summers in bed or on the couch watching TV due to my depression before I turned 18.

Once I turned 18, I got a summer job. I was out of the house for 7 or 8 hours of the day. I had friends or at least coworkers who pretended to like me, and that sometimes led to hangouts.

Even better, I applied to a second job and that has been amazing. I don’t get home until 6 or so, and go to bed by 10 (lots of sleep helps my mental health) and so it’s only 4 hours to pout or nope or anything.

18. Lazy piece of shit in what context? As an educator, I see many different types of students, and they all have so many wonderful things to offer other than just subscribing to a value of “usefulness” based on their ability to generate money/fulfil a societal contract of getting married, having kids, and making money.

I say that the most important thing is to just be you, and take time to reaffirm that it is okay to be you. You are already by default are going to be special and amazing in something, and you should just focus on that, and know that you are still growing.

A lot of my students are bogged down by the need to become a doctor, lawyer, w/e, when they know that it’s not right for them. I think the most important thing to do is to live “authentically” to yourself, and surround yourself with people who share you enthusiasm and viewpoint.

I think the most important thing is to learn that living authentically is good enough, and to tune out people who try to turn you into what they want for you, rather than what you want for yourself.

I had to go to therapy for months to learn this lesson, so know that you are good enough, and that you don’t have to do everything at once. One victory at a time.

Also, one way I now have an easier time making sense of negativity coming my way from other people is to remind yourself that those people probably have layers of trauma and shit they need to deal with as well, and one way for them to sort it (in an unhealthy way) is to project it and fling it on to people.

19. Find a hobby! Anything that you enjoy, just get out into the world.

Also, be kind to yourself, the more happiness you put in the world, the more you get out of it. That mindset has gotten me out of some pretty dark places.

Don’t be afraid to get out and meet people either, whether it’s in line at the grocery store, or a walk in the park. The more you get out, the higher chance of you meeting someone.

If you’re an introvert, pick up hiking! I grew up in a mountain town in Colorado, and when I was in high school, it was super hard for me to get outside. I didn’t like how I looked. I started to gain weight and my self confidence was nowhere to be found. Then one day I decided to get outside because I wanted to see a change in myself, and I found that hiking was really good for me. It cleared my mind and I was able to enjoy life one step at a time. After a couple of months I was seeing changes in me both mental and physical. It was really good for me! (Also when I was hiking I’d always have my dog with me and he’d make sure that we kept going for a long time)

I’m not saying that hiking is going to be what works for you, but I do encourage that you find something that clears your mind and that gets you in the right headspace.

Keep a good attitude as well! You’ll start noticing changes almost immediately! I wish you the best of luck, keep pushing forward! You got this!!

20. First of, cut yourself some slack. Everyone has peaks and valleys, and that is ok.

Second, one thing I learned from reddit was the act of “paying it forward” to yourself.

Say that you spend a lot of time in front of your computer, like me. Every time you get up to refill your water bottle, get a soda, go to the toilet, you do one extra thing. If the dishwasher needs emptying, empty it before going back to your computer. Next time you get up, you throw out the trash. Small victories will add up eventually, and those small victories are very important to me when struggling with depression or anxiety.

Healthy habits aren’t formed overnight. I still have far to go, but paying it forward to myself really helped me keep my life clean, physically and mentally.

21. Figure out what you want in life. Don’t focus on all the ways you can feel bad about yourself. (Negative people around you will, but ignore them.) Instead, focus on something positive you want to see happen, then orient your efforts around that.

Ultimately, if you try to use guilt to motivate yourself, it will work a little, but you just end up being dissatisfied because you resent yourself and see yourself as your own enemy. If instead you have some positive things to work toward, then you can see work as a good thing. Sure, work has unpleasant aspects (that’s why it’s called work), but they’re a lot easier to handle if you can relate it back to something you want.

For example, think about scrubbing the shower. One way of looking at it is to think, hmm, I only scrub the shower once a month at most, but what you’re supposed to do is scrub it every week, so damn it, I suck, why can’t I just get off my ass and do this basic thing that other, more responsible people do? Another way is to think, hey, I remember once how much nicer it was when I had that shower clean, I would walk into the bathroom and see that it was clean, and it was satisfying and maybe I felt in control, and I want that feeling again, and scrubbing the shower is how I’m going to get there.

One way you may be able to relate better to positive feelings about work is to think about a hobby where you put in a ton of effort but it doesn’t feel like work. For example, ever spent 10 hours plugging away getting better at a video game? It probably wasn’t an entirely pleasant process. Maybe you skipped a meal, your body or your eyes got tired, etc. But that didn’t stop you and you did all that because you wanted to beat that level or whatever. Your work lined up with a goal you set for yourself, so you had no problem doing that work.

22. Well, for one, don’t think of yourself as being useless. And start living not for yourself, but to benefit others. You will find that doing for others and the benefit that comes from that will invigorate you to do more. And you will also grow along the way and become a valuable asset to others.

Take pride in learning, growing, and find an outlet to express and utilize what you have learned. Stay around positive people, avoid negativity, and unplug from social media which can be a HUGE source of negativity.

23. Think about why you don’t do stuff.

You can’t fix it if you don’t acknowledge that it’s a problem.

Really try to assess why you don’t do blank.

Problem: I don’t brush my teeth in the morning when I don’t have time. So the fix is to give myself more time.

Solution: Go to bed an hour earlier and wake up an hour earlier.

Problem: I don’t clean house because it feels like it would be an enormous undertaking at this point because I’ve let it go for so long.

Solution: Every time I go to the bathroom, or when I’m in queue, pick up a few pieces of trash and throw them away.

Problem: I sleep the day away.

Solution: Think of any reason to get up early that is rewarding or I enjoy. (There is a place in town that sells these sweet golashes? But they are only open from like 0500 until 0900 so I wake up early just to get one of those and then play games for an hour or two before I do whatever I need/want to.)

Problem: I have a hard time getting up in the morning because sometimes I feel like life sucks.

Solution: Change my alarm to Circle of Life and when it goes off grab my cat and hold it off the edge of the bed, “ONE DAY ALL OF THIS WILL BE YOURS!!!!!”

Problem: I waste my day doing things I don’t enjoy just because the alternative is doing something productive and I just don’t wanna.

Solution: Narrate like I’m in Stanely Parable and just be fucking ridiculous, especially if I don’t feel like it, eventually I’ll really go over the top and laugh at how absolutely ridiculous it all is, I’m always smiling by the end.

Problem: I have a massive library of games and none of them seem like fun.

Solution: Pick a multiplayer game and spend time searching for and helping newbies.

Problem: I’m unhappy.

Solution: Try to make other people happy. If I’m miserable then doing shit for other people won’t make me more miserable and it’ll make them happy which in turn will make me happy.

Problem: I feel like my life sucks because I hate my job and getting out of bed in the morning is just too much. But I don’t want to quit because searching for a new job is scary and I don’t want to risk making my life worse.

Solution: Sorry hoss, just start looking for another job in your off time and when you get an interview and an offer ask if you can give two weeks, if yes then put in two weeks and then start your new job, if no start your new job. If your job makes you miserable and it isn’t wholly on you then fuck ’em.

24. Stand up, right now. Look down at your hands. Listen to your breath. Feel your heart pumping within you.

You’re alive, here on one of the few tiny scraps of rock in this vast universe where you’re possible – where anything like you is possible.

For three billion years, your ancestors have escaped meteorites and ice ages, volcanoes and floods, droughts and predators and viruses and fire and earthquake. They have seen the moon draw away and the Earth’s spinning slow, the continents cool and the atmosphere fill with water and oxygen.

Throughout all those long eons, those tiny mindless cells became fish and reptiles and then mammals. They cooperated, competed, killed, lived. They became humans, and through the long march of history they have survived the wars and pogroms, been heroes and villains. Thieves, saints, cannibals, doctors- every strategy and choice and lucky break is in you summarized and concentrated.

You are the last link in a chain forged across billions of years. You inherit a crown passed through untold generations of winners. You are impossible. You are a miracle.

Look around you. Look at the world we have made, full of knowledge distilled from painstaking examination and wisdom hard-won by a billion survivors and veterans and saints. Look at how far we have all come. Look at the people around you, all asleep to the greatness within them.

Close your hand, open it. You have so many choices. You can do so much. Your time is drawing to an end. Who will tell your story? What will they say?

You can pass the torch. You can stand in glory. I know you can. Because every atom within you has been present for countless victories. You wear a shape sculpted through countless trials. Your thoughts echo down the hallways of a mind designed to master the problems of this world.

You are the end of a billion journeys. You are the summit of a mount older than the stones. You are the victory. You are the reason. You are, and you shall be. Go now. Go forward, to shape the wonders and tales of the world that will follow you. Add a brick to the monument of civilization. Honor the web of life that has made you. Bring life and love into a world that has offered the same to you.

Your time is here. Your victory comes soon. Go.

25. Do things badly!

Anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Let go of that voice in your head that says that if you start something you need to finish it. (I bet it sounds like your mother) Let go of your perfectionism.

Wash one dish! Put your dirty clothes in a hamper! Go to the gym and walk on the treadmill for five minutes! Open a word document and write one run-on sentence of that novel you’ve been meaning to write for years! Inertia effects motivation the same way it does objects — once you are up and moving it will be easier. Tomorrow you might be able to wash two dishes, walk for ten minutes, do a load of laundry, write three sentences of that novel — but if you can’t, don’t beat yourself up about it! Let yourself feel good for accomplishing what you could. Set small, achievable, even ridiculous goals and once you get used to reaching those on the regular, up them. Bit by bit, you will see progress.

26. Depends on what is causing you to be a “lazy useless piece of shit”.

Sometimes that’s caused by an absolute lack of motivation, which can in turn be caused by depression, dysthymia or a restrictive environment that won’t let you even look for your calling. In this case therapy is the best fix, and medication ia useful tool.

Sometimes that happens because your anxiety pushes you towards avoidance through paralyzation and you don’t even realize. In that case, therapy and medication.

Sometimes you’re like that because, frankly, you really enjoy it, and the real problem is the people around you making you believe it is wrong to live your life that way even if it is functional to you.

Maybe you just were never taught how to be proactive and you require to modify your personality.

Or maybe you are self-sabotaging due to a system of dysfunctional beliefs.

Maybe you’re not “lazy”, but actually tired. Maybe you aren’t eating well enough, or not drinking enough water, or you have restless sleep due to stress, anxiety or something else, and you really are tired.

Or maybe you really mentally tired and really do need the rest.

Step one would be fidning out why you are a “lazy, useless piece of shit”.

27. Practice being productive every single day. Recognize that motivation is fleeting, but discipline persists.

28. Things seem overwhelming if you’ve let them build up and avoided them for a while. Responsibilities like chores and a job are bills you eventually have pay to yourself in the form of labor. You can’t fix it all in one day, it takes time. I was where you were for a long, long time. Feeling like I was worthless, lazy, etc. Take it a step at a time.

29. I recently joined a gym, but I needed some kind of motivation to actually go, so I told myself, “there’s a B-Dubs nearby, if you go to the gym you can go get some buffalo wings right afterwards”.

30. Positive reinforcement my dude.

Take pride and feel good about the good choices you make.

Don’t criticize or condemn the bad decisions. Bad decisions help you learn and make better decisions in the future!

[titanslayer]

blonde percy jackson

/ listen,

honestly i Avoid people w/ this kinda bs goin on. like, 90% of the time they’re still stuck in that 2012 ‘jason is bad bc he’s Not Percy’ mindset. like, i shit you not, people wrote meta on how jason was bad for not being percy, while simultaneously calling him a copycat version. i have like 2 things to say about this:

1) jason’s story and background is vastly different to percy’s. they’re similar in personality in SOME respects ( i.e. the Chronic Big Brothering & Tired Soldier mentality ) but that seems like a reasonable characteristic to develop after fighting in two wars, being held up as leaders and saviours, and also being isolated in a way as children of the big three. the only thing is, their stories run in opposite directions. percy went from zero to hero, jason went from weapon to person. or, if u want to get Really Fake Deep; percy lived up to his name’s meaning in a sense, and jason learned to become what his name means. 

2) eat my entire ass. or go back to 2012 n cry abt prcbth being Threatened by the new ships lol

[headoverhiddles]

Omg yes I loved the quadruplets headcanon thing! And what if Nicolas has like a bff and they're great friends. But when they get older they both have feelings for each other and they start dating. But Nicolas is scared to tell Gaston and Lefou but his sisters encourage him so he ends up telling them and they're so happy for him (plus they've always like Nicolas's bff). So now they can kiss and stuff around them and his sisters always coo at them! Aahhhhh! The feelings I'm having for this!!!❤️

Yes yes!! [[Original headcanon here]]. 

Okay so let’s call Nicolas’ bff Jean. So Jean and Nick are inseparable, have been best friends since the get go- Jean is a little bit of a troublemaker/bad boy type though (much like Gaston, but a little nicer lmao) and they’re really cute. Anyway, the Headmaster knows them as the kind of duo of his class that never stops talking to each other.

“Nick,” the headmaster says sternly when he sees how close he’s sitting to Jean, “Go sit over there. Jean, you stay where you are.” In my mind, the headmaster is kinda homophobic, so he’s always trying to break them up. Lefou’s onto him, he knows and he’s pissed, but Gaston just reassures him it’s because the old schoolteacher is bitter his wife left him for another man and he has no love in his life. 

Of course, Jean and Nick always play together outside of school too, and as they grow together, they start to do new things together, like the first time they egg an annoying kid’s house: 

“Did you see the look on his face, mon ami?” Jean laughed, slapping his knee. Nicolas grins too, but is worried they’re going to be found out, and even more worried over what his dad’s going to do when he finds out twelve of his precious eggs are missing. Spoiler: the next morning Gaston cries for an hour because he only got to eat four dozen eggs rip. 

To celebrate turning 18 and coming of age, they go on a hunting trip- Gaston tells Nick all the things he has to know about firing a gun and skinning the game, and Lefou packs them up for a weekend at their rustic hunting lodge. 

Now that they’re 18, Jean tells Nick on the way there that he’s going to start courting Christene, a simple farmer’s daughter. He confesses in secret to Nick that he has no real feelings for her, but his parents expect him to start finding a suitable woman to bear his children soon- they’re of a more traditional mindset than Nick’s family. It breaks Nick’s heart to think of his best friend kissing someone else, laughing with someone else, sleeping in the same bed and holding someone else… and his heartache and pining only gets worse sleeping one bed away from him the entire weekend. 

The weekend is filled with Sexual Tension. On the last night, they hear a wolf howling a little too close to their cabin- Nick’s terrified, Jean’s trying to act like a hero, but when the latter takes one step outside with his rifle and hears the howl again, he runs back in, bolts the door, and drags Nick with him to his bed. They snuggle together the entire night, shaking and shivering and very, very close.The close proximity leads to a kiss, and a kiss leads to *cough* both their first times staying warm. The next morning, they talk it out, and decide this is something not worth losing over trying to fit in with the villagers- they would pursue their love.

Nicolas is so happy, but he’s also worried about what his parents would think. Like, sure they’re a same sex couple in a village where such a thing is pretty socially unacceptable, but still… what if they wanted something different for him?? 

His sisters are all together for a while instead of just having Antoinette around, (as Adalene, the eldest, has come back briefly from a trip to Paris to seek out jobs there in the fashion modelling industry, and Alexandra has come back to visit from school in London). They all notice Nick’s a little more neurotic than usual, and visit him where he’s sitting in the barn one day. He tells them all about the trip and what happened, and they’re all squealing for him, beyond happy. 

“Do you love each other?” Adelene asks, clasping her hands together. 

“Does he know what he’s getting into with dad and his infamous date target practice?” Alexandra asks, crossing her arms.

“Was he superb in bed?!” Antoinette hisses, “I always imagined Jean would be with those legs.” Adalene smacks her upside the head. They ask when he’s going to tell their dad and papa, but Nick tells them how scared he is of coming out. They don’t pressure him, but remind him of the fact that Gaston and Lefou would never, ever hate him for this. 

Soon after, Nick’s papa sits him down one day in town by the fountain, and tells his moping son a story. 

“You know why I love this fountain so much, Nick?” Lefou asks. 

“Why, papa?” Nick sighs, resting his chin on his fist. 

“Because I was pushed into it when I was your age.” 

Nick frowns, and Lefou elaborates with a smile and a distant, dreamy look. “Yep. All my schoolmates gathered around and pushed me right in- they thought it was so funny, cause I couldn’t swim. Yeah, it was just a fountain, but I was scared to death of water.”

“So? What happened?” Nick asked, fully invested in the story now. 

“So… picture this,” Lefou holds his hands up, “I’m floating there, splashing around like a maimed duck, and out of the butcher shop comes-”

“Dad?”

“You guessed it.”

“Knew this was gonna be a sappy story.”

“Hey, you’re 18. Thought I would tell you about the time I met your dad- and the time when he was the only one in this village who went against the grain and respected me.” He nudges his son. “He was also an oblivious fuckwad, who couldn’t take a hint for 13 years. Eventually, I had to kiss him in order for it to click that- woah!- this guy who’s been swooning over me for 13 years and would do anything for me actually likes me?!” Lefou chuckles. “Aaaand, that’s how we got married. Point is…” He chooses his words carefully, “Sometimes, it takes a while for someone to realize how they feel. But they’ll come around, if it’s meant to be.”

Nick looks up, realizing what his papa’s talking about- or who. Should he tell him now?

“I do. Now let’s go find Alexandra in the book shop, and pick you some flowers to give to Jean tonight.”   

“W-what?”

“Seriously, take it from someone who knows, Nick- sometimes, you’ve gotta pull their heads outta their asses for them.” 

“The thing is, papa…” 

“Yeah?”

“Um…” Nicolas blinks, and decides to wait until that night- he obviously had his papa’s support, but he wanted to break the news in front of both of his parents

. At dinner, he finally stands up, and clears his throat, placing a hand over his heart. Gaston immediately rolls his eyes, ripping his chunk of bread in half.  

“Oh heaven help me, Nicolas, you’re not going to recite another passage from that dastardly boring book about the… oh, what was it? The moody prince and all his dead friends, are you?” 

“How dare you, dad, Hamlet is extraordinary!” Alexandra gasps, but Lefou shushes them, eagerly awaiting what Nick has to say. 

“I…” Nick starts, blushing, “I’ve begun a relationship with Jean.” He’s silent, waits. His sisters are already clapping silently, encouraging him. 

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Gaston finally grins, kicking out his chair, rising from the table, and walking over to yank Nick into a stifling bear hug. “He’s a good, strong young lad, Jean is- I like him. Proud of you,” he adds, kissing him on the top of the head, and Lefou sighs, hugging Nick as well. Later, he cuddles into his husband in bed. 

“Our son is so brave,” he whispers. 

“He is,” Gaston nods, “And he will need to continue to be- relationships like ours and his won’t make it easy for him. He’ll need a tough hide. A streak of confidence.”

“I think Jean’s got that trait down pat,” Lefou chuckles, already wondering if Nick would wear his father’s captain uniform or a specially tailored dress to his future wedding. 

Oooooh that was really long but I love this headcanon *cries*