#here is a crap starter from my sunshine child

[myherodiehardfan]

promts (i STOLE FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE)

- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

Bad boy writing prompts (warning: mild sexual themes)

“He was sneak out the window past curfew kind of trouble, he was a motorbike ride cross-country kind of trouble, he was the kind of boy your daddy hated. But he was the only man that made you feel alive.” (Oh, Dabi, my dear, I’m looking at you.)

“‘A gentleman would offer me his seat’”    ‘Gentlemen are boring. But you’re free to sit on my lap.’ You narrowed your eyes. He slanted his head innocently, ‘Over my knees then’    ‘Charming, aren’t you’    ‘Only for you, baby’”

“You gawked. Did he seriously just offer ten million yen for your portrait? ‘You want me on your wall?’   ‘Actually, I want you in my bed but you seem to averse sex, so how about it?’”

“I love you more than I hate the rest of the world.”(Hm. A lot of the villains, but especially Shiggy and Overhaul.)

“I seem to have a nasty habit of driving people away.” (A lonesome MC/Reader or my darling Shinso, technically not a bad boy but can be applied hehe)

“Her body was his. His to ravish, to possess, to savor. But he was a selfish man and having just her skin wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, always more. He desired her heart, her soul, her beautiful mind. Everything. He wanted her. And she will be his.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (This is as far I will go)

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

SHORT

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!”

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

[klnclson]

WHO: @loren-ferro​ WHERE: Pravda Nightclub

Having skirted the invites from her coworkers to go out since the hurricane, Katie Lynn, now settled and back to a somewhat normal routine, could no longer come up with an excuse to not go. So she’d sent a text to Jacob telling him she’d be home late and had allowed herself to be dragged to Pravda. They’d already been there for an hour, the brunette still slowly nursing the glass of wine she’d ordered when they got there, when she noticed a familiar face in the crowd. So she’d quickly excused herself from the conversation and made her way over to the older male, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention before wrapping her free arm around him in a quick sideways hug. “Loren! Hey! How are you?”

[looneylooomis]

Blush (Danny Rayburn) Smut One Shot

Okay so my heart really goes out to Danny and the bullshit he had to endure at the expense of his own family. It just really hit a personal note with me. How he just yearned for closeness. So I wanted to give him that closeness with this fluffy smutty piece with a smidgen of angst (cause bloodline lol). Also I totally recommend listening to RY X “Howling” while reading this, it honestly inspired me to write this. It's such a gorgeous song. Enjoy!!

"The whole state of Florida would implode if there was such a thing as a cool night." Muttered a miffed feminine voice, burning cigarette wedged between her lush lips.

The warm breeze of a typical summer night in The Keys, caressed Jacqueline's bare arms and legs as she stood in the back alley of the club she was partying in.

Dressed in a tight black mesh tank top and short shorts, she was ready to have a fun night of getting absolutely blitzed. That was the case until her 'friend' bailed on her, leaving with some rando she met on the dance floor.

"What an idiot." Jacqueline muttered again in remembrance as she threw her cig, stomping whatever was left with her combat boot.

Heading back into the club, she felt inside her bra for her cell and pocket knife. Relieved that they were still in place. Never could be too safe.

Ordering a shot of whiskey, she observed the mirage of bodies on the dance floor. Quickly downing the shot, she decided that some flake wasn't going to ruin her night. And with that she headed towards the swarm of gyrating bodies.

Swaying her hips to the sensual beat, closing her eyes as her hands ran over her body, and through her soft long locks that bounced in sync with her. She didn't need anyone to have a damn good time.

The weight of large hands on curvy hips, made her pause for a moment then she whipped around. Pocket knife at the throat of the asshole who thought he could touch her without so much as a 'hello'.

Instead of some handsy creep, she stared into the crystal blue eyes of one, Danny Rayburn. Her glare turned into eyes wide in surprise and happiness as she lowered her knife.

"Geez, Jax. You sure do know how to welcome a guy home." Danny joked loudly over the blaring music, lip curling as he openly stared at her putting the folded knife back in her bra.

Jacqueline blushed at hearing his nickname for her. Only Danny ever called her "Jax". Whenever anyone else tried, she'd swat at them. Danny was the only one she'd ever allow to call her that.

"Well I sure do know how to leave a lasting impression." She flirted leaning close to his ear, biting her lip. "Don't I, Danny boy?"

Jacqueline's family, The DeLeos, had moved down to Florida when she was bordering on eighteen and her sister, Maria, was just shy of fourteen. Her DA father having been offered a lucrative deal with law firm sent the family to the sunshine state.

They had initially stayed at The Rayburn House while their new place was being renovated. That's where she first met Danny. He was significantly older than her but that didn't stop her from fawning over those mischievous baby blues.

Even at her young age, she noticed how differently everyone else in the Rayburn household treated Danny. The hurt look on his face after every interaction, he expertly masked such looks but Jacqueline could always see the hurt, the pain, the devastation.

A look she knew too well.

"You sure do. Wanna take this outside? As much as I love yelling over the music and all that." Danny chuckled at her excitable nod, steering her towards the exit.

"Phew, from one sweat infested area to another. What a relief." Jacqueline quipped, her bottom lip still wedged slightly between white teeth.

"So I ran into Maria at the gas station earlier, told me you came home early from college." Danny leaned lazily against the clubs brick wall, eyeing Jacqueline's face for a reaction. "Wanna talk about it?"

Danny always looked out for Jacqueline when she was younger, kept her wild child tendencies in line for the most part. Much to everyone but Jacqueline's surprise. He wanted her to be something, someone better. No one ever gave Danny the credit he deserved.

Jacqueline closed her eyes, fighting off anger at Maria for opening her goddamn mouth. She really didn't want to talk about school, hence why she grabbed the first so called 'friend' and hit the club. She didn't want to think, just be.

"Danny I really don't wanna do this right now. I mean...that's the whole reason I'm even out tonight!" She could feel tears threatening to fall, but stubbornly willed them back in place. "I just...please Danny...just let me be...just...'be' with me?"

Danny hated the way Jax's voice cracked especially towards the end. Something horrible happened to Jacqueline, didn't take a genius to figure that shit out. Fighting her about it wouldn't get him anywhere. When she was ready she'd explain. She always did.

"Okay okay...uh...where do you wanna just 'be'?" Danny knew the only way to perk Jax up was by teasing her and her quirky way of wording things. He knew it did the trick when he received a twinkling laugh in response.

"Hmmm, I don't know...how about our spot?" Jacqueline suggested as she wrestled her car keys out of her bra. Throwing them at Danny, pecking him on the cheek as she walked past him, "Come on Danny, it's been forever since I've been home long enough to see you, let alone our little nook of the beach!"

"And you want me to drive?" He asked following her black Jeep Cherokee. At her affirmative nod, he hopped in the drivers seat.

Legs stretched out, resting comfortably on the dash, Jacqueline's thoughts drifted.

Danny bringing up what Maria told him, however very vague and little, rehashed everything she was trying to forget tonight. Being with Danny would help, he always had a way of soothing her frantic nerves.

She'd be a total fool to deny that the school girl crush she always harbored for him, morphed into the ferocious beast that was called 'love'. Not knowing whether he requited such feelings, so she never mentioned it. But never did she hide how she felt either.

Pulling up near the shore, Danny parked the jeep. He looked over at the spacey beauty before him as she absentmindedly twirled her one blonde lock in her finger. How that one blonde lock contrasted with her chestnut locks. Jax was significantly younger than him, at a mere twenty-six to his forty-three. She didn't seem to give a shit about it, so neither did he.

He was always protective of her when she was younger, more of a little sister type at the time but then he was sent away. She tried to keep up a strong front but anyone could see the hurt that bubbled underneath the surface when he told her he had to go. Claimed she understood even while big doe eyes glistened with angry tears, though not directed at him. Never at him.

Seeing her now though, he couldn't believe this was the same girl, no..woman, that he teased about her fascination with Posh Spice. Eyes taking in her long legs covered in nothing but combat boots and short shorts. "Jesus Christ."

"Let me grab a towel and we'll be on our merry way!" Jacqueline grunted leaning over her seat, rustling through some random crap she had lodged in the back. Her wiggling rear end sending its own regards to Danny's ever growing attention.

Danny swiftly exited the vehicle, eyes swimming along the crashing waves, his gaze ended up on the blurry outline of his family's hotel. An old ache reared its ugly head as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Got it! Knew I had one stashed away in the back! Even found my old mini radio!!" Jacqueline giggled triumphantly, making her way towards Danny. The giggling died down after seeing his hand resting on his shoulder and what his gaze lingered on.

Pulling at him so he was now staring at her, she spoke "Danny remember this is not a night of thinking, it's a night of 'being'." A rosy color tinted high cheekbones as a gentle hand soothed his ache, "Let's just be, okay?"

Grabbing his other hand, she pulled him along the sandy ground, towards a small secluded area that not too many people seemed to ever notice, perfectly dubbed their "spot". Their little oceanic nook.

"Always could make you blush." Danny teased, breaking out of his thoughts. A mischievous grin stretched out on his face as she spread out the large beach towel, "Without even trying, I might add."

"You've done a lot of things to me without even trying, Danny Rayburn." Jacqueline admitted, her blush deepening. She was thankful for her olive complexion, it hid some of the redness. It fooled some, but never Danny.

"Oh yeah? Care to elaborate?" Danny's voice roughened up slightly as he swallowed in anticipation.

"Well for starters, you've managed to be the only man to ever hold my heart. Still are in fact." Jacqueline bit her lip, tucking a blonde lock behind her ear as she stretched out on the towel.

"Jax, you don't want a fuck up like me." Danny sighed as he lied down next to her, the self loathing deep rooted inside him speaking out. "You're better than that." Than me. He added silently.

"When have you ever known me as someone who did something she didn't want?" Jacqueline could feel herself get angry as she fiddled with the small radio. A lone guitar started strumming away as the singer crooned.

"Well, Danny?!" At his lack of response, she shook her head letting out an exasperated chuckle. "Exactly."

“Gold I fell into your spell..”

"I've wanted....no needed you ever since we met. You've been there when you didn't have to. Hell, you still kept in touch when you were shoved out of here!" She might as well lay it all out on the line tonight. "I mean it was no secret I had such a stupid crush on you, but now it's...I don't know...become something more real. I need real...I need you."

Before Danny could respond, plush lips were pressed against his. She tasted of whiskey, cigarettes and lavender. A smokey bite yet with a soothing end note. A perfect contradiction.

Hands dived into her long hair as he pulled her closer into him. He nipped at her lips, groaning at the feel of her fingers slipping underneath his shirt, dancing up and down his spine.

“On the rite of god we fell.."

"Are you sure about this, Jacqueline?" He whispered, hating how vulnerable his voice sounded.

"As corny as it sounds...this is honestly the most sure I've been about...well anything." She confessed, knowing he was always dead serious whenever he called her by her whole name.

That was all the confirmation that was needed as he kissed along her neck, pushing down the straps of her tank top. Teasing the skin, earning a moan as he glance up the moonlight illuminating her face. Her cheeks still rosy.

“You were plush and I laid bare..”

Jacqueline pulled back ripping off her top along with the bra, exposing her chest to him. She went to tug his t-shirt off, he stopped her by flipping her so she was no laying on her back.

Danny made quick work with his lips as his littered her perky chest with love bites. He lavished her taut nipples with his tongue, the rosy tips pointed in the warm breeze. He marked his way down her slim stomach pausing at her shorts.

Large hands easily unbuttoned and removed her tiny shorts. He bit hard on his lip at the lack of panties.

"Oh you naughty girl." He rasped into her skin as he continued moving his lips down to her sex.

“You had me howling..”

"Oh, Danny..." Jacqueline moaned at the feel of his tongue gliding along her lower lips, the way he teased her clit. She was in bliss.

The build up she felt as he lapped and nipped at her was at its peak when stars burst in her vision, following a raspy howl that escaped her lips.

The sight of Danny lick his lips, reveling in the taste of her, aroused her even more. She pulled him to her, ripping off his shirt. Making him lay down as she now trailed her lips up and down his chest. Touching every inch of him that she could.

“Cold I fell into your skin..”

Tearing his pants from his legs, she beamed at how ready he was for her. She could feel his eyes on her as she watched his cock twitch excitedly.

"You now know another reason why I love making you blush." Danny husked out, grinning widely at the now furious blush covering the apples of her cheeks. "Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what you do to me."

Jacqueline licked her lips as she pressed them to the tip of his thick cock. Relishing in the gasp escaping his lips. Trailing her tongue along the length of his shaft and back up, she took him in her mouth.

“On the night you led me.."

Head bobbing back and forth, she hollowed out her cheeks looking over at Danny, whose line of sight never strayed from her. Him watching her made her feel confident in what she was doing, as delicately soft hands massaged his balls while her tongue continued its sinful dance along his cock.

"Fucking Christ, Jax... that's it baby...shittt!" Danny could feel himself getting close and as great as this felt, he wanted to be inside her more. "Jax, babygirl ya gotta stop or this'll be over before it really begins."

“Under your sin..”

Swapping positions with her, he placed himself between he legs, rubbing his wet cock along her waiting pussy. Slowing sinking into her warmth, he could feel his eyes threaten to roll back to his skull. "Shit."

Jacqueline felt like she was gonna cum again already as his cock stretched and stroked her walls in the most delicious of ways. The sound of their skin smacking against each other, the heat they gave off, the ever escalating spasms in her body...the overstimulation of it all was enough to make her blow.

“You had me howling..”

"Ohhhh, DANNY!" She didn't give a rats ass if anyone heard her, she was riding out this ecstasy train full steam ahead. Toes curled, legs shook, she felt completely elevated. Like she was floating on air.

Seeing her face relax and hearing her appreciative moans, as her body shook and pleaded with him, the pressure that was building within him was coming to a hilt. His pace quickened, her walls clamped down around him and then he was gone.

His vision blackened for a second as he basked in his release. White ribbons of cum showered her inner walls, filling her inside.

“You had me howling..”

"Jaxie..Jaxx... fuck Jacquelinee.." Her name was a repetitive murmur along his lips as his body became a boneless heap.

Breathing heavily, he chuckled at the goofy relaxed grin Jacqueline was sporting as he laid next to her. A different kind of warmth spread through him as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck.

"Jax?" Danny asked breaking the tranquility of the moment, hand gently stroking her cheek.

"Yeah, Danny?" She responded leaning into his touch.

"You're real for me too."

“Blush..”

Hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!!!

Tagging: @zoesmama2024 @wickednerdery @valkyrianne @lotusprincessdi @retrostarfreak

[dylanobemineforever]

My Story - Trigger Warning!

Okay I am so sorry to bother you with this but I didn’t feel well tonight so I just started writing and that’s kinda what came out of it… I don’t know why I am even posting this. No one gives a fuck and that’s okay… maybe for me to finally get a few things off my chest, because I don’t talk about these things. And I don’t wanna whine or anything… maybe you read this and don’t feel so alone anymore. Idk… I will probably regret this later, but what the hell. Enjoy a few moments of my pathetic ass life (: And I am so sorry for spelling mistakes or if I switch tenses. It’s kinda late and I didn’t edit it. Sorry. 

Have you ever been at a point where everything just seemed useless? Where you didn’t want to go on anymore? Because what for? For whom am I doing this? Because I know that I sure as hell don’t do it for me. It’s not that I wanna die, maybe more like that I don’t wanna be here. I always picture what my future may look like. Who I could be someday… but if I am honest with myself I don’t even want to have a future. I don’t want to see my real future. Because I know it will never be like I picture it. And I know that I will never be happy with anything. Mainly myself which is the whole problem to begin with. If I wouldn’t be such a coward I wouldn’t be here anymore… I am content most of the time, just sitting in my room watching some series I like and dive into another universe. Be someplace different. I enjoy that. Sometimes it can make me sad though…seeing what lives these characters live and even though for the most part their lives are fucked up as hell I would give everything to be a part of it. Which for that fact only is sad and scary. After all I wouldn’t necessarily say that I am depressed, because I am not. But I know that I am also not fine. Not entirely anyway. But just because it’s been some time since I actually was considered “sick” or whatnot it’s all fading now. People think it’s all behind me. That I am all stitched up again. And I am standing here feeling as lonely as never before. Because when I actually was considered sick I at least wasn’t alone. To be honest I don’t really remember how my mum behaved. What she did. How she treated me. But I am sure that she did a better job than she is doing now. And I am not saying any of this because I want to point a finger at someone I am just writing down what I feel right this second… I don’t know if I will ever shake that feeling off of not entirely being a whole. I guess not. But people don’t see that. Having mental issues doesn’t make you a weirdo or a freak. Or turn you into one of these braindead-whatever-the-fuck-they-are people you see in TV shows who are in a mental hospital. You are still you. You are not crazy. Trust me. Even though you may feel like you are for the most time. But this is only because of the people around you. For starters showing people in TV shows who have mental issues like those crazy and utterly weird lunatics, makes people see a completely wrong picture. (Not all TV shows though… just go with it) And eventually you will believe that too. Well I slightly went off on the topic here… okay where was I… a yeah my mother… she treats me exactly the way she treated me when it all started. The self hatred. Making me feel like I am a bad person, a failure.

And I noticed that lately I ask myself these questions a lot: Am I a bad person? Why am I a bad person? What did I do that people think I am a bad person? Are they right? Probably. I can’t talk to her… she won’t listen to me, just twist my words into something that pisses her off further showing once again what a failure I apparently am. I love her and I know that she loves me, that’s just how she’s wired and I don’t even think that she gets what this all does to me. But like I said I couldn’t even explain it to her even if I wanted to. It’s like talking to a wall… When people can’t see an open wound that can get stitches, it doesn’t exist. But the problem is that with a mental illness you don’t know when it’s fully healed…if ever! It’s not like with a broken leg that you can say that in whatever how many months you’ll be your old self again. You just don’t know! For the most part you don’t even know if it’s a broken leg, a concussion, an appendix or whatnot… you don’t know! But what I do know is that being treated like my mum treats me makes me suicidal and question everything… but on the other hand I don’t know why. Maybe I just wanna feel loved? Since I’ve been a kid I have never actually felt loved. I am one out of four kids and I know that I wasn’t a complete ray of sunshine all the time. I am still not. Never was, never will be. But since a very young age I used to say “No one loves me”. And if a kid not older than five years says something like that something is completely wrong. In that context it doesn’t matter if it’s true or just in the kids head. The kid feels THAT which makes it real… I remember that sometimes they laughed. Not that they laughed AT me but rather that they maybe found it cute? I actually have no idea. Of course they also said that it’s not true but I still kept saying it… all this crap about my family makes them seem like bad people and you gotta believe me that I love them. Really I do… but when I have to be honest with myself: they are the reason why I am miserable. When I was younger and be upset I would destroy my stuff and throw it around in my room. I remember that one day (I wasn’t oder that nine or ten years old) I didn’t want to destroy my stuff anymore and that I needed another way to let my anger and frustration out. So I took a scissor (subconsciously really) and cut my hand with it. It wasn’t sharp but I bled a little but that was it. No big injuries. I self harmed with the age of nine. Not even knowing that something like this existed or what this would mean in the long run. (I really had it coming *nervous laughter*)  Since then I guess I got more quiet. I wasn’t that aggressive anymore. But this was the only time that I remember that I did that at such a young age. Maybe from time to time I would punch a wall or my legs… I remember that one time around fifth or sixth grade that my grandma was staying at our place to keep an eye on us (my younger brother and me) because my mum and dad were off working. I remember that she chatted with someone on the phone. I wanted to go downstairs but heard my name and like the nosey sucker that I was (I still do that actually) I sat on the stairs and listened. She was complaining about me. That I am bad mannered and whatnot. Also that my cousin is so much better than I am. She is always smiling and friendly and nice… I cried so much hearing or thinking that my grandma didn’t even like me… and I couldn’t recall a single time that I wasn’t nice to my grandma. I had/have maybe one of the best memories with her reading us stories whenever my little brother and I would sleep over at hers. And it was always the same story. I loved that. Sometimes I told the story with her and my brother listened. And then hearing this? This broke my heart. Because I never actually knew what I did wrong. Then another time. Approximately around seventh grade: we were visiting friends of ours who live a few hours away. We would either drive over to them or they would come to us at least once a year. It was one of my mother’s friends she knew from schooling. That friend of hers also has four children. Three boys and one girl who is one year younger than me and we actually were good friends I guess. I mean it was always fun but until that age we were too young to have Facebook or whatnot but we still always picked up were we left off and I always enjoyed the times we shared together. Whatever, that time I actually wanted to stay at home because three days before I got my braces and my teeth hurt like hell. I couldn’t eat and I felt super self conscious. But my mum convinced me that it would be fun seeing Nina again  and that she would be disappointed if I wouldn’t be there. So I went along. We stayed three days/ two nights. During the second night I kind of heard an argument or whatever. At that time I didn’t know what it was so I shook it off. The next day was awful. My mum was all stiff and generally it felt different. We left short after breakfast and of course now I was concerned and in the car I asked my mother what happened and what was wrong. At first she didn’t want to talk about it but eventually she did. She told me that her friend actually insulted me. What an awful child I have become. Of course I don’t know exactly what she said because I wasn’t there and I don’t remember everything… but well she apparently said that if she was my mum she would beat the shit out of me. She would never let her children behave like me. And until this day I don’t know what I did wrong. My mother assured me that I did nothing wrong and that this said more about her friend’s character than it said about mine. I also had a lot of problems with friends. I would wake up in the middle of the night and cry my eyes out because they treated me like shit… but to actually write all of that crap down now would take me four more pages… so let’s just go with: I was everyone’s trashbag… I only have one friend now. My best friend and I am so happy to have her. She’s been there for me since eighth grade and didn’t leave during my darkest moments. And I am so glad to have her, really I am but from time to time I just wanna know how it is to be the popular kid. I guess everyone wants to know that from time to time. I know it’s better to have one good friend than blablabla…  But what else do I expect when I rather stay at home read a good book or watch a good show. I just don’t get to know people… do you know that feeling when you lay in your bed watching that particular show or reading that book on a Friday night? Scrolling through different snapchat stories, seeing how they all have fun and no one misses you? My best and only friend doesn’t even invite me to go out… like ever. And I don’t like inviting myself when I already know that no one actually gives a rats ass about me being there or not. So I don’t go. But nevertheless I feel sorry for myself in situations like these. Because I would …. But I can’t….? Doesn’t make sense?? Good, I don’t get it either. Whatever, new story: my depression started slowly. We had a lot of problems at home that time… or most likely I was the problem (surprise surprise). My sister gave it to me straight once: you are the problem! I started self harming. Just tiny cuts with a scissor again or what I got at home. And again I didn’t even know what I did back then. I was fourteen years old. Back then I never encountered someone who did this and therefore it wasn’t something that I had to deal with. Meaning: I had no idea that this wasn’t right. Weird, isn’t it? How could you think this was okay? Maybe I punished myself for the things everyone made me believe: I am the problem. I am a bad person. I deserve this.

I think I knew that something wasn’t right but I didn’t know better…. I talked to my best friends about this because they were worried (yeah plural because back then we were actually a trio). So later on that year they talked to a teacher of ours who they deemed competent enough to handle this. So on the Thursday before winter break (also my 15th birtday) this teacher comes to me and talks to me. To be honest I don’t remember what we talked about. I wouldn’t talk… but I remember that he said that he needed to report this to my parents. I started crying. This was worst case scenario. Of course he had to, but still…shock. I never shared a deep connection on an emotional level with anyone. Not my parents… maybe my best friend but mainly I keep my feelings to myself…I can’t with all that crap. I can’t even cry at funerals… in the end I always do but this embarrasses me. Isn’t that just messed up? I can’t cry when it’s the most normal thing in the whole world because it embarrasses me? But I can cry when I get a bad grade? What the fuck? I don’t like being or seeming vulnerable. At least that’s my guess on this but who knows with my fucked up mind, right? Whatever… the next day I talked to that teacher again let’s just call him smith. I don’t remember a lot of that conversation either, but what I do remember is that half way through I “ran” away… more like I walked out the door because he said that if I didn’t tell my parents he would call them. Or the other option was for me to stop doing what I was doing and no one needed to tell anyone anything. At least that’s what we came up with later, because I actually came back after half an hour or so because I was afraid that he would call my parents. Then winter break came and apparently my parents noticed something was off with me… because everything I did all day was lay in bed and listen to music. So school started again and I remember that one day my father just came up to my room and said that I had a doctor’s appointment the next day because I was being weird. He just said that like that… I remember having a mental breakdown after that… now THAT was worst case scenario. And of course that doctor was a psychologist. After that I went to therapy for one year. But not because I wanted to but because I did it for my parents. To calm them down. But I actually never really talked about anything there, because the only time I can talk about my fucked up life and mind is when I don’t feel right. But whenever I was there I didn’t feel sad or anything so all that bad stuff seemed miles away and therefore I didn’t really talk about anything of importance. It was a waste of time. I know it was my fault but I didn’t really like her anyways…she always had that smug look on her face that just looked too punchable (okay I may or may not still be a little violent. But only in my head I swear). I still talked to that teacher because I just had the opportunity to talk to him nearly everyday which means that if I didn’t feel right I could talk about it and I thought I had someone who would listen. I didn’t really expect him to understand me, but he tried and that meant a lot to me during that time because he wasn’t judging… not like my parents. He wanted to help and understand so he listened and gave me some advice here and there. Of course I knew he wasn’t a professional but it helped me more talking to him than my therapist… whatever. One morning I had a huge fight with my parents because of my self harming. They never actually saw anything until this point just because my stupid sleeve rolled up or something. I just ignored them, walked out the door towards the bus station, tears streaming down my face. It was all too much. The worst part about everything probably was that my parents knew about it. Idk I don’t really have such a tight relationship with them. I mean I love them but it’s not like that I tell them everything that’s going on…ever. Idk why honestly it just always has been that way. I was ashamed. I can’t even explain how ashamed really… it was overwhelming. I was a burden. And I hated myself. That day I went to that teacher before class because I was just so out of it. Idk I felt horrible as if my world was falling apart. And I uttered one sentence that got me into a lot of trouble: “I can’t do this anymore.”

He was shocked, but classes already started and I couldn’t really make out what was going on. He said that he would catch up with me later… after my class I went out in the hallway and there he was in front of my classroom… trouble. He asked me if we could talk and if some other teacher could come with… she was the school shrink I guess. I said ok because what else could I have done? So we walked to an empty room sat down and the whole catastrophe came crashing down. Great. He said that he is worrying about me , that I should talk to someone who actually knows something about what’s going on and blabla. And then the friggin principal came in and I had to sign some shit that I don’t do something stupid. They apparently thought I wanted to kill myself. And when we were finally done I wanted to go to my class but Mr Smith hold me back telling me that my father was waiting downstairs. Great. Fucking great! Worst day of my life…. Wasn’t that what got me into this mess in the first place? I was so ashamed. I felt so weak and misunderstood.  I didn’t even want to kill myself nor did I think about it. But honestly during that moment it crossed my mind a few times. He wanted that I go home but I wanted everything but go home. So I stayed until my classes were over and after that went to my best friend so I didn’t have to face my parents. And then for a week or so lived with my aunt. I really was so ashamed. I don’t know. I can’t put it into words but facing my parents was the hardest thing. Days went on and on and I was withering on the inside. So it felt. Self-harming increased. I did it everyday back then, to get pressure off of me. It’s sick but it actually helped. Back then it were “only” baby cuts, but they covered my whole arm but nothing serious. After some time, spring came closer and up until this point I always wore a jacket in p.e. and idk no one’s ever seen my arms and idk what I thought… I was so stupid. But eventually I asked my teacher if I could show him my arms… it took so much to even utter this question, but I did and I so wish I never ever said anything at all. I know that he didn’t mean it like I understood it back then. But what do you say in a situation like this anyway? He said something like: it’s not that bad… I imagined it a lot worse. I guess what he meant with that was that… idk actually. But I thought he meant it like: what the fuck are you even whining about? Get your life together and stop wasting my time… and whatnot. That night I cut really really deep. Probably should have get stitches even but what was I whining about right? I know, why even give a crap about what he said? Did you want attention? I don’t know why this got to me like it did… and to this day he doesn’t even know what he’s done. Probably doesn’t care. Idk… now my arm looks like shit and is one of the main sources to trigger my depression. (I don’t cut anymore so no worries). We stopped talking after that… sometimes maybe but not really… and on went the school year. He didn’t even ask me how I was doing anymore… and hasn’t since. That year was my last where I had him as my teacher so… that was it… just like that.

Summer break was in sight and actually I started feeling better. I did a students exchange (only for like four weeks but yeah) that year and that gave me some strength actually, because I was forced to do shit and go out and whatnot. And everything seemed to light up but then autumn came around and I had a relapse. Maybe just a typical winter depression or triggered by the immense school pressure… whatever. I started cutting again and another teacher noticed that. And asked me about it. He wanted to talk to me to search for solutions and whatnot. This time I was more cautious. I didn’t trust easily anymore. Not about this. We talked for two hours but the conversation was mostly me not wanting to talk. Eventually after some time I started opening up and it was really bad timing and the wrong person apparently. I again said something stupid and everyone assumed I wanted to commit suicide. I mean it’s good and great that they are apprehensive but this can easily backfire. My parents where called and I don’t even know… another teacher wanted to talk to me ( a real bitch) and then she said something so hurtful… she said why I always picked the young male teachers to whine about my problems. (She didn’t say it with these words but close enough) okay…. Apparently she and who only knows who else thought that I liked them in an inappropriate way. And that I used that crap to get their attention and sympathy… then it dawned on me, maybe that was the reason why Mr Smith stopped talking to me. We are an all girls school and he was in fact young and relatively good looking. Maybe he was afraid to get in trouble if we talked so much or whatever… I cried so much. I was more and more ashamed and it was all in all horrible. Not even was that not true but that thought alone that someone could think that, disgusted me. Yeah right I slice my arms open to fuck teachers or what? How could you even consider that? I haven’t open up to someone since that day. I was hurting. I was now one year into therapy and decided I was done. She was pregnant and would stop anyway and I didn’t want to go somewhere else. After that I actually got better and better… I would even consider 2016 my best year thus far… I maybe had a few throw backs but all in all it went pretty smoothly. 2017 came along and I don’t even know but I got more depressed again. Before summer break I hit my peak… I needed to stay home for two and a half weeks because I just hadn’t any strength within me. Actually I guess it was mostly triggered due to the fact that I hate not only myself generally but my life. My life was pretty fucked up since forever. Since I can think of. And I don’t have a certain high in my life not that I can recall… not even a day that was sooooo good I will remember that forever. A day where I was truly HAPPY. I feel like I have never ever in my life experienced happiness… of course I had good days too and also made a lot of good memories but for the most time looking back I think I was content not happy. At least not sad. I hate my life. I hate that I am not happy. I hate that I think that I will never be happy. I hate that I had to go through all of that. Why? Why me? I hate how my arms look. I am ashamed and it’s an all time reminder of everything bad ever. (Once I started cutting deep the baby cuts didn’t give me the relief I needed anymore… so thanks you asshole) I hate my personality… and that I can’t get my shit together… that I will never ever do what I dream about. And why can’t I do it? Because of my past. Because my arms look like crap. Because I am crap.

I feel like I am getting punished for something that already cost me everything. My body, my sanity…. Friends, social life… everything! So I had an appointment with a surgeon who specializes in scar tissue and how to make self harm scars “invisible”. It was just an appointment where she should look if she could do something and if yes what would be the best option and how much it would cost. I really needed this, because I don’t want to live like this anymore. And I don’t want to constantly think that the scars are holding me back to achieve my dreams… whatever. My mum canceled the appointment on the last minute  (I waited 2 months to even get the appointment). And all because we got in a fight and I don’t even remember what it was about. But she didn’t want to drive me because it was an hour away, so I said that I could take the train – problem solved!!! You thought! But for whatever reason that wasn’t good either and in the end it was basically just about me not getting what I want… great. She also said that this wouldn’t make my life any better and would cost her thousands of dollars and in the end wouldn’t even change a damn thing… yeah right because you know me so well. Because it is MY life and to remove the one thing that makes me realize how unhappy I am is totally useless…right. And I told her a hundred  times that I would pay the bills myself because it’s for ME and it’s important to ME. Well long story short: the appointment was canceled. And now here I am: summer break is nearly over and I literally didn’t do anything. Not that I want to. But that’s just the problem with depression isn’t it? Literally everything I did was watch supernatural and that’s iT. I meet up with my best friend one day in five weeks! For One week we were on a holiday trip, I didn’t even want to be a part of because my mother’s boyfriend came with us (did I mention that my parents got a messy like really fucked up divorce in the middle of my worst phase? No? Then here ya go) I mean I don’t hate him, I tolerate him. But I don’t need to spend my time with him…he isn’t a part of my life and I prefer it that way. I still think that my mum is only together with him because she just can’t be on her own… I am dead serious. After my parents split up (like three months after) she made herself accounts on several dating websites… okayyy whatever. But if she’s happy than I am happy and my father has someone else too now so that’s good. Still they hate each other to bits and we (kids) are always in the middle of it if they trash talk the other (actually my mum is the only one who does that ) and let me tell you: it’s the worst. And btw did I mention that I have a fucking eating disorder since I am fucking 12 years old?  It’s not as bad as it used to be and I had to gain like 15 pounds which only adds to the pile of crap. I feel like I never had a childhood at all because this crap’s been piling on and on and on. This is supposed to be the time of my life! I am not off age yet and I should be out with friends and do whatever! I should be dancing all night long, laugh until my stomach aches and whatnot. I shouldn’t be sitting in my room during my last summer break ever, crying. I would never commit suicide only because I am a coward and I couldn’t do that to my family… and besides I am kinda afraid of death… (I overdosed once on pain killers but it wasn’t serious and I don’t know what I was thinking back then… no one even knows about that…. The next day I just went to school as if nothing happened.) I really don’t wanna die but I don’t want to live either… I just wish I was never born, I guess. I don’t have any strength left and actually I don’t want to know what’s about to come for me, because I know that I will never have what I want….ever! I just don’t want to go on anymore. Maybe I just wanna feel loved. Maybe I just wanna be happy. Will I ever be happy? This is my biggest fear, not to be happy and looking back one day and regret that I didn’t end it sooner because looking back at what I call my life hurts more than if I would have just given up… I wanna give up. If I just wasn’t such a coward…..

Okay I am sorry for all of this. I am pretty sure I am just being dramatic right now and that many of you went through a lot more... I hope y’all find enough strength to keep going!

And sorry for all the Supernatural/ Dean gifs

[todokori-kun]

AYYYYY

I’M SO. FREAKING. GLAD YOU’RE BACK <3333 (I feel really stupid for this because I KNOW Queen Luna’s told me like a dozen times that if you’re not answering, it’s probably because of the internet…but ugh, Evans is an idiot who  still keeps having mini panic attacks over late replies XD like, I almost sent a 'did I say something wrong' message before I took a deep breath and realized how hecking stupid that would sound lol)

You’re welcome! They really do look amazing, though <3 I’ve also been working on aesthetics but eh. Idk, really. I made a barely-tolerable Saiko/Urie one, and then one for one of the Love Interests in that Otome Game I mentioned (not The Blind Griffin; the original thing I was working on)…which actually looks nice, but guess what? I could only find four pictures that matched with the color scheme/themes I’d picked out OTL

And tysm <333 ;-; but seriously, Mikasa is such a Zoldyck. Like, what if she and Illumi switched places. It’s like “Killua, you are my favorite sibling, I’ll follow you anywhere and protect you from everything” and “Eren you have a duty to your family (AKA me) please, stop playing the hero and come back here”

Actually I feel like Killua would be a lot happier with Mikasa for an older sibling instead of Illumi. Like, Zoldyck!Mikasa would probably be just as messed up as Illumi, but if we’re talking about canon Mikasa…let’s be honest. If Killua wanted to be a hunter she’d make sure he’d pass the test by any means necessary. If Killua wanted to get away from their family and explore, then sure, she’d order the butlers to let him out. If Killua’s friends came to visit and Mrs. Zoldyck/the servants refused to let them in, Mikasa would storm out there and open the gates herself. If the rest of the family went too far I really think she'd be perfectly willing to stab them all in the back, throw Killua over her shoulder, resign from her job as an assassin and walk right out of there.

Only Eren would be miserable. Illumi would probably do an even better job of keeping him ‘safe’ than Mikasa did (unlike Mikasa Illumi is perfectly willing to manipulate loved ones to keep them by his side), but…yeah. It’s Illumi. How could Eren be happy?

I KNOW. THE HAMILTON FEELS. (if you’d like I could send you more letters? I’ve managed to find quite a few….

Also idk if this is even true, but do you know about the relationship between Angelica and TJeffs (apparently they were friends and Jefferson may have been pining over Angelica, just a bit)? So I heard that Angelica slapped him so hard one time that he refused to go to any parties after that if he heard she was there too.

He also became terrified of Eliza as well…

Again, idk if this is true but I sorta want it to be lol)

Like, ok, maybe Eliza doesn’t get to truly shine until That Would Be Enough, and maybe Peggy comes off as simple comic relief to some people, but…HOW CAN YOU LISTEN TO 'THE SCHUYLER SISTERS’ AND NOT BE IMPRESSED BY ANGELICA FREAKING SCHUYLER

Nope nope nope nope rewind rewind

How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a 

Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor,

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

seriously? Because I broke a lot of stuff too XD There’s only one 100% undamaged glass item in this house that belongs to me, and that’s the last snow globe, the only one I somehow haven’t smashed yet. I don’t even touch it anymore because I’m scared of breaking it lol

And aww that sounds so sweet! Weirdly enough I could destroy my own clothes and doodle all over my skin but I never had the guts to do anything to my dolls…I was tempted to give them haircuts several times but I knew mom would probably freak out if she saw doll hair all over the floor so.

Yeah, tbh I have no idea what happened there either. As for blood…well, I got used to nosebleeds as a kid. Like, a ton of blood would randomly come pouring out of my nose all the time and I didn’t even care; just like 'oh welp there it all goes…dad can you pass me a tissue?’. I also don’t mind 'messier’ injuries like scraped knees. But bruises and cuts really, REALLY bother me for some reason ;-;

Oh. Oh dear.

Um, um, um. What is that. I’m never reading this manga. It will make me suffer.

(I wonder if you’re talking about Erza/Jellal? If not, sorry ^^;;)

Feel free to show me the chapter if you want to, though! I’ll try my best to figure out what’s going on :D

Schwing *insert lenny face here*

I finally found the OPM volumes! I’m gonna do my best to catch up with both that and HxH :) (that thing with Saitama, the smol child and the snow monsters at the end of volume 1 is like the cutest thing ever in my eyes. Idk. Maybe I’m just weird?)

I mean, Roma ate Urie so. We’re in for one heck of a ride…

I tried my best, but weirdly, CP hasn’t been working very well for me the last few days…it keeps crashing. I’m really sorry OTL But I’m trying to fix it and I think it’ll work now!

nononononononononono don’t you dare write any more HCs Queen Luna please spare me

Oooh, can’t wait to see your reaction :D

That sounds amazing! Wishing you luck with finding more people to do it with you- I’m sure it’ll turn out great! Tell me how it turns out later, please??? <3

(also I’ll be sending you some HxH character pics, mostly of my problematic favs…hope that’s ok ^^ (tbh I’m mostly trying to get you to join me in my Adultrio (Illumi/Chrollo/Hisoka trio) obsession. Also my love for Leorio and Gon))

No, no, don’t worry about it!! Seriously, I felt so bad, because I’d be in the middle of watching something (USBs were my lord and saviour) and think ‘Omg I gotta tell Evans about this’ and then look up and think ‘wait when was the last time I had net for long enough to answer?’ Then I’d get depressed XD

Aaah, also, telling you in advance this time, on Thursday we’ll be traveling, so I probably won’t be able to answer for 10ish days ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I feel like crap OTL

Ayyy thank you so much!!!  I get your struggle with colours XD It can be really hard ;-; I usually try to get 8 pics, but end up with 6. 

I finally saw some pics of Illumi and I get what you mean by ‘dead fish eyes’. Just, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen a character so bored. 

If only, if only... Tbh, Mikasa would be an amazing sibling figure. She’d make sure that her sibling is happy and if there was someone who made them NOT happy, then she’d return the favour.  I say Killua needs a lost big sis who is pretty much Mikasa XD

Well,,, let’s say Mikasa AND Eren switch places with Illumi? But then we’re dooming pretty much everyone in the AoT universe... Poor Armin XD

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AHAHAHAHAHAH I completely understand Jeff XD Weren’t they rumoured to have had an affair?  That’s amazing XD Just what did the slap have to be like to make a grown man afraid of being in the same room as you. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if he didn’t hear Angelica would be there, though? Like, he walks in and sees her.

WADDAYA MEAN ELIZA DOESN’T SHINE TILL THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH??? WHAT ABOUT HELPLESS??  And, true, you don’t know the awesomeness of Peggy unless you know the history, but damn, she was a freaking badass.  Thankfully, Satisfied did make them go ‘damn’, mostly the rap parts XD

The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

Ahahah, that’s completely understandable XD Now that I look around my room, the only glass item which is not a lamp, is a small vial that stands on a shelf I never touch. Maybe that’s why it survived my childhood XD

Nope, the dolls looked like nightmare fuel if my sister didn’t help XD I knew ever since I was a kid that I could never be a make up artist or a hair stylist... Tbh I never had any remorse about cutting their hair, and since my sister was there as well, she taught me to always throw the hair away/do it above a trash can. 

Well, I have to blow my nose a lot (I get sick really often), so I also get nosebleeds every once in a while, but I’m still not used to them.

ALRIGHTY THEN I am totally uploading the last chapter then XD

Yep, it’s Erza and Jellal. Wait, how do you know that??

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Yaay!! I’ll have to read the rest as well XD

SHE WHAT S H E   W H A T

Ah, that’s a shame... don’t worry about it though!! 

The thing is, every time I ask someone for advice on how to start a group every time, all they tell me is ‘go to cons and find cosplayers’. It’s literally the only advice I’ve received.  The problem? Nearest cons are in Germany. And that’s not exactly nearby. Even if I did go and found LL cosplayers, what are the odds they’re Croatian? It’s honestly so frustrating.  I’ll just practice dances on my own, and if I find someone who likes it, great! If not, then whatever. 

Oh boy, let’s get to the pics!

Gon really does seem like a cinnamon roll! I wanna adopt him XD

Omg I already love Leorio! Like wow, he seems extra, but nice under all that? Rumpel no2

I wanna adopt Killua as well XD He seems like the sweetest sunshine child out there

Tbh when i saw Pika, I thought he was a girl. Whoops. Also, tragedy™

I see Chrollo becoming my problematic fave XD Also, he with his hair down ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Aww, that’s nice! I hope she enjoys it!

DOn’t remind me of that ep XDDD Remember when I said a while ago that I was watching Sherlock? I watched The Reichenbach Fall. You should’ve seen me during Watson’s speech at his grave.

1am, not wearing pants, stuffing my face with pancakes while crying.  Why does it seem like 1am, no pants is my default mode XD

Yes, Illumi certainly has beautiful eyes. I feel compelled to gouge them out and decorate my room with them.

Also, idk if you’ve noticed but I’m slowly reviving scenarios on ice!! I missed that blog, so I wanna go back to writing for it ^^