#hyperbole of course but it FEELS like that

[yallemagne]

Seeing how we've established we want Morph and Erik friendship goals.

Morph: You know what. Screw this! I want out of this Jean, Maddie, Scott and Logan bullshit.

Morph: Scoot over Rogue! Let me sit on Erik's lap+

Erik: What?

Logan: WHAT?!

Morph: Come on Mags. We'd go great together. I'm bald. You're old, powerful and violent. I'd bring out the fun in you. You make me feel pretty

Erik:

Erik: You don't feel pretty?

Morph: If we don't make Rogue jealous. We'd definitely make the professor envious

Erik:

Erik: Okay now-

Morph: I'm not hearing a no!

Erik: I...am not saying a yes.

Logan: **rolls eyes*

Morph would soooo insert themselves into others' relationship drama. They're just so tired of basking in the angst of watching the man they love pine over the ultimate power couple: a duo who could only be wedged apart by a clone of one of them. Girls (gender neutral) just wanna have fun.

And they'd get so fucking into it. They're like "I'm sick of this baby garbage, I want some real drama. I'm gonna go fuck with the Magneto/Rouge/Gambit with a sprinkling of Chuck thing going on over there. And listen when I tell you: I'm going all the way. I was never able to chink the armour of Grey Summers and get between those two to stir the pot, but I'm playing multiple teams here, buddy, you just watch, I'm romancing all of you. You're all gonna be fighting over me by the end of this, and you won't even know where you started."

The whole team is watching on in horror like "this is worse than when they were being mind-controlled by Mister Sinister..."

(also I love Erik hearing Morph's pitch and only replying "...you don't feel pretty?" like he's already geared up to shower Morph with compliments after it's implied they're insecure. man is hooked.)

[icelogged]

*2015 voice* i wish i had the chillness instead i got the mental illness

[naomiknight-17]

Sitting in a waiting room with Mom cuz she has a doc's appointment

There's a sign on the door saying masks are STRONGLY encouraged

Only Mom and I are wearing masks

There are over a dozen people waiting

The fact that I haven't massacred the whole room is a testament to my incredible self-control

[vivitalks]

yeah i could branch out and listen to other dnd podcasts but then when would i have time to relisten to every taz campaign in order for the 364937th time

[thehallstara]

the way i'm just like. oughhhhh i want to be done this fic so bad but i need to finish it and meanwhile as much i'd like to work on it i do need. quite a bit of game dialogue written by wednesday it's fiiiiiine

[spacevixenmusic]

kind of surprised there even IS a Tumblr Girl vote thing going on right now. Tumblr as a whole leans so heavily in favor of daddies and sexymen that I’m surprised the site can even name enough women to put on a poll, lmao

[rudjedet]

The funniest thing about this post is that every single thread version of it (and there are quite a few by now) has the same two base responses:

non-academics/people who have no experience with academia: lmao this isn't true, exaggerated for sure

academics/people who have experience with academia: this is so real I watched my prof pull someone from another faculty across the restaurant table after a conference last year

people who don't know anything about academics: man y'all are stuffy and boring what's up with that? actual academics: *too busy fist-fighting each other over the beryllium problem or the existence of a dentistry profession in ancient egypt to reply*

[ms-spkhd]

It's not like there's anything inherently wrong with Steve. Just...weird. Odd. A wealth of other various synonyms to describe his decidedly bizarre behavior.

Well, Bizarre's a strong word.

But Eddie's point still stands! Steve's a little to the left and it makes Eddie feel endlessly awkward for noticing. The fact that he's uncomfortable about it compounds his unease over it.

"Wanna talk about it, then?" Jeff asks, riffling idly through the record crate. Of course, the one day off they spend window-shopping in Indianapolis results in Eddie getting the fucking 'let's discuss our feelings about things' talk from Jeff. He wonders how the man isn't green with sickness from therapizing all the goddamn time.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'd look like an idiot."

"Would the idiot keep running or confront his problems head-on?"

"This feels like a trap."

"Oh yeah," Jeff says simply.

"Like the ones with the cardboard box and the stick."

"Pre-cisely."

Eddie's shoulders slump in defeat. Better the idiot who speaks, he supposes. "He's very smiley about me being gay."

"Smiley."

"Smiley. As in he's acting like I vomit flowers and shit rainbows." Eddie shakes his head in frustration. "I'm not opposed to the support and everything...it's just that. He's like an octave higher than usual about it."

Jeff purses his lips in thought. "Like, his voice?"

"No--like...like, he's very enthusiastic about my sexuality."

Eddie leans back against the shelf behind him. Steve's a nice guy, really, but the way he goes about his support of Eddie feels like he's trying to compensate for something. A lack of empathy when he was younger, perhaps.

"He always asks if I have a boyfriend, or if I've been hooking up with any guys lately--which, hello, does he not know that queer metalhead nerd isn't a very hot item here?"

Jeff pulls a face but nods in understanding.

"And when I tell him obviously no, he says he can hook me up with his, what? Fucking father's brother's cousin's former roommate? It's like he's begging for a double date with him and his new squeeze, it's goddamn ridiculous." "New squeeze?"

"I'm hyperbolizing." Eddie blows a raspberry and shrugs. "He says it's sad that I don't have someone for how good-looking I am. You're making the face again."'

Jeff snaps out of whatever trance he's in, his drawn eyebrows shooting up to his hairline in surprise. After his gawking mouth clacks shut, he cautiously gestures at Eddie to continue.

"It's stupid," Eddie concedes, "but I really don't understand what changed, y'know? He used to be this cool, confident guy with a dorky side, but now he's just so...I don't know."

Jeff smiles lightly and knocks Eddie's shoulder with his. "I have a theory."

"Go on."

"I think Steve isn't being supportive."

"Uh-huh."

"Far from it, actually."

"Yeah. Whatever you say, chief."

"He isn't smothering you," Jeff points out. "He wants to fuck you."

Eddie blinks. Takes a moment to access and really take in what Jeff just said. "What?"

"Or at least, he wants you in an entirely non-friendly and possibly even carnal way."

"Excuse me?"

"Biblically."

"Dude," Eddie insists. "What. The. Fuck."

Jeff raises his hands placatingly. "Steve clearly likes you. A lot. He probably sees you being gay as an in for him."

"Okay, well, I don't understand. He tries to set me up with randos he knows all the time."

"He called you good-looking."

"While he was trying to set me up with said rando!"

"Guys like him have a really backward way of doing things." Eddie crosses his arms sternly. "Or he's straight," he says.

"Again," Jeff asserts. "Good. Looking. Dude, he's fucking obsessed with you! You said he's an octave higher around you now, right?"

"Because he's a well-meaning friend?"

"Eddie, remember when he crashed band practice last week?"

Oh yeah, Eddie remembers that. The man of the hour randomly parked in Gareth's driveway, leaned against his Beemer with his arms crossed, and watched Eddie play like he fucking hung the moon. Afterward, he'd sung his praises for the band and gave Eddie a yellow guitar pick attached to a sparkling silver chain. "Found the pick a couple of towns south with Robin the other day. Reminded me of you," he said softly. "Since you lost your last one."

It went unspoken where Eddie lost 'the last one'.

Eddie remembers smiling back at Steve with the force of a thousand supernovas, and thinking later in the night that it felt like a scene from a romance movie. Steve's favorite color is yellow, isn't it? It was like he wanted a piece of himself with Eddie at all times, right next to his heart.

Eddie didn't want to give himself that stupid hope. That Steve Harrington wanted in on his heart.

It doesn't feel so stupid anymore.

He looks back at Jeff and says, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

[orcelito]

OK like I almost died today after eating dinner bc idfk my throat just fucking hated it and I got some goop stuck there and I was Coughing coughing coughing. Not even choking man it just sucked. It's clear now but my throat is still sore from how hard I was coughing. Unpleasant.

But that fic made me COMPLETELY forget about it. I've just been happily buzzing like a little bee thinking about it. THISSSSSSSSS is the weird alien smut I was wanting in my life. A fic truly deserving of the xeno tag. God Bless.

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

I can't fully recognize myself again. I'm staring at the mirror, at almost 1am, thinking that something absolutely must have gone wrong with my creation (but something literally went wrong in our creation, we're like a badly written code that constantly breaks and multiplies itself into more and more chaotic form). I can't hear any voices except my own (they all went silent after screaming for hours), which is currently lost in its too poetic and irrational thought process. The moon isn't full, but I'm awake and I can't inject tiredness into my body this time. I must finally let the darkness suffocate me, gently, but my mind is too bright.

~Lawrence

[mostly-imagines]

answering a question nobody asked: what are jason's love languages ranked?

giving:

5 ) gift giving is bottom tier for him. i just dont see how he could value that more than any of the above because of the way he grew up. like material things and money seem like something he’d reject more than anything to me. but he does still give you presents, of course. he’ll buy you flowers randomly and jewelry and little things he’d noticed you admiring. but i dont think he really does it as a method of expressing his love for you so much as just like a little nice thing to do for you. its not his preferred method of communication, at least.

4 ) a little lower on the list comes words of affirmation because i don’t think it comes as naturally to him. he’s a man of few words and those chosen are caked in sarcasm and dry in a way that attempts to push people away, even if he doesn’t mean to. i just think his words can be rough around the edges even if his meaning isn’t. when he can work through it though, his words are very gentle and genuine. not one for hyperbole but really truly means what he says. he hears that you’re insecure about how a dress looks on you and he’s telling you to ‘shut up, you look good.’ or you’re nervous and he’ll say “you’re fine, don’t worry about it.” to someone else’s ears it might sound dismissive but you know that not how he means it. there’s a lot of unsaid words with him that are more significant than whats coming out of his mouth. like i said though, only like level 10 acquaintances and you will ever know him well enough to decipher those secret meanings.

3 ) he tends to treat himself like a loner, pulling away from people like second nature, but after he met you he found himself wanting to be around you all the time. he’s not the best with words or romantic gestures so quality time is an easier way of reminding you he loves you. he likes just sitting with you and letting you ramble about your day—listening to your voice is a big part of his calming down process every night. but sitting in comfortable silence with you is probably his favorite. he doesn’t get that with a lot of people. silence—sure; comfortable—not so much. he loves the implied intimacy and trust of quietly cooking, napping together, or doing your own things in the same space.

2 ) physical touch is another big one for him. only unlockable after entering a relationship with him. he does it for a lot of reasons, common ones include: as a reminder that he’s there, to ease anxiety (yours or his own), as a sort of fidget, or if he’s feeling a little possessive. its honestly going to shock his family how much he initiates touch with you. he’ll shove them off of him when they try to hug him and is likely to throw hands if they get too touchy. so when they meet you for the first time and he’s squeezing your hand in his the whole night, shoulder to shoulder with you—they’re surprised, to say the least. as time goes on they start to notice that he looks borderline uncomfortable when he’s not touching you—like he doesn’t know what to do with his body. his favorite ways to touch you (non sexually) include: keeping you pressed back to his chest, having your leg hooked atop his when you’re sitting hanging out, hand on the back of your neck, and hands on your hips are a must.

1 ) jason's prime method of communication is through acts of service. he fully believes it’s his responsibility to take care of you and doing things for you comes very naturally to him anyways. he’s known to refuse to let you carry things, let you have the comfortable chair, give you the last of his snack, that kind of thing. he also wants to make your life easier as much as possible—he’ll insist on you telling him about things you need, especially things you aren’t able to do yourself. you never ever have to hire a guy to come look at anything broken in your apartment, jason’s got that shit under wraps. he’d honestly be a little hurt if you did. he’s got a wide array of skills under his belt, he can fix leaky pipes, install locks, build furniture, repair cars, you name it.

receiving:

5 ) he always appreciates getting gifts from you but it’s not necessarily his preferred way of receiving your love. gift giving and acts of service are bottom tier because they’re the only ones that he feels like are taking away from you. costing you money or energy, wasting it on him—he doesn’t want you to do that. he can’t feel loved by the gesture when he’s busy concerning himself with the idea that he’s putting you out for it. when you do give him gifts he likes it most when they’re little things, especially things that you made. make him a friendship bracelet, a simple painting, a fucking paper crane—he’ll love it. with things like that, it makes him really happy to see how excited you are to show him and that’s when he feels the love from you.

4 ) it’s always a little hit or miss with acts of service. he has a hard time accepting help, especially from you. he tends to feel like its his job to take care of you and if you have to help him, he’s doing something wrong. the best way to perform acts of service for him is through littler things. cooking his favorite dinner, checking up on how his stitches are healing, covering him up when its cold and he’s too busy/stubborn to go get a blanket. don’t make a whole thing about it, just do it and he’ll notice and he’ll be thinking about it for a while.

3 ) for the same reasons as mentioned earlier, he loves quality time with you. he prefers being on the receiving end of it though because he is a little insecure and absolutely loves when you go out of your way to spend time with him. tell him you want to be around him, tell him you miss him, tell him you’re happy he’s here. warning: he might cry.

2 ) you’ll notice this one because his breath will literally hitch. physical touch is one of the most prominent methods of affection in your relationship and he never gets used to it. the presence of just your head on his shoulder or your hand in his provides such a noticeable release of tension for him. he’s a huge huge fan of you tracing patterns anywhere on his skin, playing with his hair, and wrapping your arms around his middle so you can hold him close. climb on his lap unexpectedly and his heart will skip a few beats.

1 ) he won't ever admit it, but words of affirmation are his absolute biggest weakness. your boy has a praise kink, but i also think it's difficult for him to accept that so you have to be subtle about it and work up. it gets him really blushy and if you can manage to get him talking, he’s stammering. he can’t hold eye contact for shit when you call him pretty and it’s very amusing to you to see such a quick and drastic shift in his disposition. things that have straight up put him out of commission include: calling him “my pretty boy,” or “sweet boy,” “you always take such good care of me,” “you’re so strong,” “you’re the love of my life.” “i’m proud of you” will literally put him on his knees.

[coockie8]

You know that kermit greentext post that like "IT'S NOT FUCKING WEED YOU STONER PIECE OF SHIT" or something like that (I can't remember exactly what it says, but it's something along those lines)?

That's me with Homestuck.

[ckret2]

Hi! I don't remember if anyone asked this, but do you have any headcanons about Shermie Pines?

Sure, here's the big one.

I've decided to resolve the "if he's the baby then Mabel & Dipper are the product of two generations of 15-year-old parents; if he's older than Stan & Ford and maybe already out of the house then where is he and who's the baby?" problem the most ridiculous way possible:

He IS the baby, but he grew 20 years in 10 years.

I don't mean he's a 10-year-old that looks 20, i mean that for every year he existed, he experienced two years of life. Like at the start of September he entered 1st grade and at the end of next May he exited 2nd grade, and nobody knows how, he didn't jump up a grade during winter break or something, everyone around him clearly remembers him going through nine months of school and then summer break and then another nine months of school, his first and second grade teachers both remember teaching him for a whole school year, but it happened within one year.

Nobody else is affected; they all remember experiencing two years of life with Shermie, but they didn't age two years too. Just him. No one can explain it. It's the darnedest thing.

"But how did this happen." Time magic. "What caused it?" Magic. "Did he experience every year twice?" No just once; the year was twice as long for him. "Then how did he experience two school years instead of one double length school year?" Magic. "How does that even work???" I'm not an expert on time magic.

Caryn told Ford about it, but he was busy with more PhD programs than any human should ever endure and assumed it was some kind of hyperbolic lie to communicate how fast it feels like Shermie's growing, so she's going "this sounds like one of your strange anomalous things you study, isn't this one of those things you study?" and he's like "uh huh that's great mom."

Stan, of course, didn't hear any of this, so the first he learns of it is during a reluctant family reunion soon after he takes over Ford's life and Caryn's like "and over there's your brother Shermie and his wife, I don't know if you've seen him since your master's degree, try to talk to them won't you?" and Stan goes "Shermie?? Isn't he supposed to be twelve, why's he look like a MAN? Whaddaya mean wife??? Is she pregnant????" and Caryn went "😏 I KNEW you were never listening on the phone."

Shermie gradually stopped experiencing life on double time and slowed down to age normally around his mid twenties (well, mid twenties from his perspective; around 13 according to his birth certificate). Filbrick and Caryn sort of agreed that getting married must have helped him "settle down" and they don't really question it.

Ford gets to learn this several hours after he gets home when he finally gets a break long enough to put two and two together and goes "wait, SHERMIE'S grandkids?? But he's barely in his forties, how does he have 12-year-old grandkids" and Stan tells him and Ford goes "You mean Mom was telling the truth?!"

That fall while Shermie's yelling "WHADDAYA MEAN YOU SWITCHED PLACES AND FELL INTO A SPACE PORTAL" Ford's yelling back "CAN I CARBON DATE YOUR FACE"

[brokenmenswhore]

ignore my user (can’t have irls finding this) but can you PLEASE write sub aegon fan fic. i need. i desire that. i require THAT

why would i ignore your user when it’s so fucking iconic

good boy | aegon ii targaryen

pairing: aegon targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: this is just pure smut (MDNI 18+)

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Aegon had you pinned beneath him as you kissed when an idea popped into your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, which he took to mean you wanted him closer, but suddenly you pushed his shoulders backward, flipping your bodies so that you were seated on top of him.

He looked up at you, amused by your action. “What are you-“

“Sh,” you placed a hand over his mouth, “you want me to get up?”

Aegon shook his head no.

You leaned down until your lips were mere inches away from his ear. “Good boy,” you whispered.

You could feel Aegon’s cock twitch beneath you, your naked bodies touching as you ran a hand slowly down his chest. Aegon shuddered at the feeling, his arousal growing more and more the closer you got to his most sensitive area.

You lightly ran your fingers down his V, teasing the area directly next to his cock, watching his breath hitch each time you inched closer.

You wrapped a hand around his length, looking into Aegon’s eyes as you held it still.

“You want me to touch you?” you taunted.

“Yes,” he responded immediately.

“Then you have to ask nicely.”

Aegon sighed, bucking his hips to try and instigate some friction, but you let go of his hardness, sticking your bottom lip out to give him a hyperbolic pout, tutting, “uh uh uh, good boys don’t do that.”

“But I just-“

“No excuses. If you want me to touch you, you have to ask nicely,” you cut him off.

“But-“

You fully got off of the bed, leaving Aegon exposed on the bed.

“Wh-“

You leaned over him, grabbing his jaw and turning his face toward yours. “You’re going to be a good boy, and I’ll give you what you want. If you aren’t a good boy, you won’t get anything. Now that’s not what you want, is it?”

Aegon shook his head no the best he could in your grip.

“Good,” you responded, “now tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” he said.

You decided to tease him a little more before giving in. “You don’t sound like you mean it.”

Aegon squirmed, pleading, “please, please touch me. You’re killing me, Y/N, please.”

You gave him a small smile. “Good boy.”

You crawled back onto the bed, this time between Aegon’s legs, laying on your stomach and taking his cock in your hand, directing the tip to your lips.

You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head, gazing up to see him watching you intently in anticipation.

You pulled away again, your hand still at the base of his length.

Aegon squirmed, so touch starved that his eyes began to tear up. You loved seeing him wrapped around your finger, completely at your mercy.

You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock, licking from the base to the tip. Aegon threw his head back and let out a long sigh of relief.

You sank your mouth down onto him, and he let out a loud moan. He wanted to watch you, but he was so happy to finally have your mouth on him that he threw his head back and closed his eyes, engrossed in the feeling of the stimulation.

Your hand moved in sync with your mouth, covering any ground you couldn’t handle orally.

You were moving, of course, but you were moving slow. Aegon assumed you’d pick up speed as time went on, but you never did.

“Baby, please, more,” he sighed out, only capable of saying one word at a time.

You pulled your mouth off of him, and he looked down at you, meeting your gaze. You adjusted your positioning so that you were seated above him again, but still left space between your bodies.

You wrapped your hand around his cock again, your face level with his as you began to stroke him faster and faster.

He hiccuped a moan, and you kissed him to silence it.

“Is this what you wanted?” you said, toning your voice to be somewhat condescending.

“Yes, fuck-“ Aegon was completely losing himself in the pleasure, and in your dominance over him.

You moved your hand faster, watching his face as his hips bucked up into your hand. When you felt the muscle begun to squeeze and his breathing start to become erratic, you didn’t stop, but simply instructed him: “don’t come.”

Aegon blinked his eyes open, his breathing heavy. “I- but-“

“Don’t come,” you repeated.

“I can’t just-“

You removed your hand from his cock, and tears fell from his eyes as his body writhed and adjusted beneath you.

He was trying to verbally protest, but he couldn’t form entire words, his cock desperate for complete attention.

“Aweh, poor baby, did I upset you?” you cooed, and Aegon nodded his head yes.

“Sit back,” you said, allowing him to move backward until he was seated upright against the headboard. You remained on his lap, and when he was comfortable, you sat up on your knees so that your chest was level with his face.

Aegon immediately took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking desperately as you cradled the back of his head. Though it was more for him than it was for you, you couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure.

You whimpered lightly as Aegon sucked, his arms wrapping around your torso to hold you closer. It was an act of comfort for him, and it made him more submissive.

He pulled away briefly. “I wanna make you feel good,” he said, “please.”

Whenever Aegon became submissive, he switched between desperately needing to be serviced, and desperately needing to service you.

“You sure?” you checked.

“Mhm,” he confirmed.

You moved to lay down on top of the sheets, your legs open wide and Aegon laying between them.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, more because he wanted to be sure he wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to, rather than because he thought there was an issue with it.

“Yes,” you responded, knowing he always appreciated straightforward verbal communication.

Aegon immediately dove in, licking and sucking at your clit. Your back arched off of the bed. He’s so fucking good at this.

Your hand made its way to the back of Aegon’s head, gripping his hair and holding him against you.

“You’re being so good for me,” you praised, and Aegon moaned into your cunt in response. He began to grind his hips against the sheets, searching for any friction for his cock. Your words were driving him crazy, and he was needy and desperate.

He sucked harder at your clit, his tongue moving faster and faster, and your hips bucked up into his mouth. “Fuck, Aeg, keep going.”

Aegon did exactly what you asked, continuing his fast pace as he looked up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure, determined to make you come.

“I- Aeg-“

Aegon continued to taste you, but you didn’t want to come yet. You wanted to wait until you and Aegon could come with one another, but Aegon was not letting up between your legs.

“Come here,” you said, trying to move his head away from you, but he only held your hips harder, taking some control back.

You were not having it.

“I said get the fuck up,” you snapped, your eyes dark. Aegon immediately pulled away, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Lay down,” you said, stern.

Aegon laid down beside you, and you climbed over top of him again, straddling his waist as your hand rested around his throat.

“Good boy,” you said, “you want me?”

Aegon furiously nodded his head yes, begging, “yes, please, I wanna come-“

You applied a little bit of pressure to his throat, squeezing gently as you hovered your face over his. “You like it when I make you beg for me?”

“Yes,” Aegon admitted, his cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment mixed with arousal.

You took his cock on your hand and lined it up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto the length until he was fully inside of you.

He sighed in relief; the warmth of your walls was all he wanted to feel wrapped around him.

He tried to buck up into you, but you placed a hand on his chest to still him.

You maintained eye contact as you began to move, bouncing up and down on your knees.

Aegon whined as you began to move. He allowed you to take complete control of the situation, laying back and enjoying the feeling of pleasure. His hands rested on your hips almost instinctually, but didn’t squeeze or prompt you to move any differently.

You began to move a little faster, and Aegon was struggling to keep it together. He was teased relentlessly and now that he was getting the satisfaction he craved, he didn’t have the self control to last very long, and you knew it.

You leaned down and caressed the side of his face. He opened his eyes to look at you.

“I’ll let you come if you make me come first, like the good boy I know you are. You are, aren’t you?” you cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Yes,” he cried out.

You bounced faster and harder, holding yourself up with your arms planted on their side of Aegon’s head. Your hair was falling everywhere, so you swept it to one side, resting your forehead in the crook between Aegon’s neck and shoulder.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, both completely consumed in your mutual pleasure.

You heard Aegon let out a soft moan of your name, desperate and whiny, and your walls began to squeeze around his cock.

“Aeg, shit, I-“

Your legs became weak, but you persevered, chasing your high as your lower stomach tightened in anticipation.

You came on Aegon’s cock, trying to continue moving for his sake but simultaneously growing tired and overstimulated as you fucked him through your high.

“Can- can I- can-“

The feeling of you coming was enough to send Aegon over the edge, but he was fighting with all of his might to hold back until you gave him permission.

“Come for me,” you said, and Aegon immediately shot his seed deep within you, groaning as his hips jolted.

When he relaxed back against the bed again, you lifted off of him, laying beside him and placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“You did so good,” you praised, and Aegon leaned over and laid his head on your shoulder, relaxing into your side.

[twig-gy]

heart: you like him. you definitely like him. my impulse to shove you two into a closet together has never been higher

mind, being a bold-faced liar: i hate religious people

anyway nonromantic mindsoul. anyway no matter if its romantic or not the pining would be. so bad. so bad it would be toxic. shows up on geiger counters kind of aggressive. heart would be like 'idk what you two have going on but fix it' and mind would hit him with a metal bat

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A Guide to Descriptive Writing

Descriptive writing makes reading a more visual experience.

Utilize descriptive writing, to show not tell your story to readers.

However, it is important to note that if passages of descriptive writing are too long or too complex, they will slow your story down.

Alternatively, the story's development and readability fall flat if you do not use a variety of types of words.

Take time to choose your words carefully, expand your vocabulary, and practice descriptive writing.

Below are some tips that may improve your descriptive writing.

Try Using Metaphors

Metaphors compare one thing to another.

Utilizing this technique is not saying the objects you’re comparing are the same, but that your audience can note shared traits between the two.

Example: Jordan is a living map.

Explanation: Of course, Jordan is not literally a living map. What the map and Jordan have in common is geographical information and the ability to help others navigate locations without getting lost. What the writer has done here is demonstrate to readers that Jordan has an excellent sense of direction.

Play with Similes

Similes also compare one object to another but discuss one thing as being like another.

You will often find words such as “like,” “so,” “than,” or “as” used in similes.

Example: Diego soars across the soccer field like a jet.

Explanation: Again, this is not a literal statement. The author shows us that Diego is a fast runner and creates a vivid image in the reader's mind that would not have been present if they had simply stated that Diego is fast.

Make a Statement with Hyperboles

Hyperboles are exaggerated statements.

They are used to make a point.

Example: Math class lasts a million hours.

Explanation: Your readers will know there is no way a class can realistically last a million hours, but they will understand the feeling of time dragging on when you’re doing something you do not enjoy.

Use Sensory Details

Adding sensory details is a great way to help your reader experience your story.

Depending on the character and story, sensory details may include sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.

Be careful not to overload passages with sensory information.

Only use what is needed to communicate with the audience.

Example: Cold, wet glue dripped from the bottle onto her fingers; the tangy, chemical smell flooded her nose. She rubbed it between her thumb and long finger, relishing the transition from silky gliding fingers to tacky digits to peeling the cast of her fingerprint away from her skin with the satisfying crinkle of crisp paste.

Explanation: In this description of glue on skin, readers encounter details of touch and smell. Although this scene is not happening to readers at this moment, they can easily recall the smell of glue and the feeling of it between their fingers.

Choose Vivid Language

Choosing vivid language can form a clearer image in your reader’s mind.

For instance, you may select words that more accurately convey what you’re aiming to communicate, whether you are simply searching for a synonym to vary language or trying to locate a word with a more nuanced meaning.

Example: “The knight entered the kingdom on the back of a horse.” vs. “The knight stormed into the kingdom on the back of a mighty stallion.”

Explanation: Having a knight storm in on a stallion rather than enter on a horse is a much stronger, more heroic image. Additionally, stallion may be a better word choice than horse because it is specific. The word stallion tells the reader the horse is male and could be used for breeding, which, since this is a knight’s horse, could be relevant since it could be used to breed warhorses.

Incorporate Feelings

Crafting a visual experience for readers marks successful descriptive writing, but you also want your readers to experience your work emotionally.

For your story to reach its full potential, you need to incorporate feelings, whether those feelings are positive or negative.

Example: Desiree felt the weight of the empty space in bed pressing down and stealing her breath like a knee to the chest. She was cemented in place, limbs unfeeling, as she floated above the bed tethered to her body but no longer secure within.

Explanation: Here, the author shows the readers a woman dealing with the pain of grief and the hollowness that sometimes accompanies it. Most readers have experienced some level of loss in their lifetime and will understand and emotionally connect with Desiree.

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