#the luckiest bitch in the galaxy

[cptrs]

[shu-of-the-wind]

i was reading song of silver, flame like night by amelie wen zhao over the weekend, and there's a line in it that i have been chewing like gum ever since.

here was the trick to surviving in a colonized land: you couldn't show that you cared. every [person] you came across would have his share of sob stories: family slaughtered in the conquest, home pillaged or plundered, or worse. to care was to allow a chink in the armor of survival. [...] in a conquered land, the only way to win was to survive.

i think this has been haunting me because i keep thinking of this, this language, this dagger-sharp cut of reality, in terms of star wars. because i always think of star wars. and i think about kassa, and jyn, and how they both refused to look up. simply living under the empire is enough of a fight. they cannot afford to make the moral choice. they want to live, and living is enough; living when the empire wants them dead, when the republic tried to kill them as children, is enough for them in those moments.

for so long all they can do, all they can dream of, is living. they can't afford to have sympathy for others even when it continues to creep in, because they are fundamentally good people trying to survive under the massive, titanium weight of empire. that means that they cannot afford to have morals the way that the rebellion demands. the people around them (and many of the viewers!) don't seem to understand this, and that's partly why cassian has been so woobified since andor came out. (which is something that annoys the living shit out of me, because it fundamentally disrespects cassian's existance as a refugee in hiding, a victim of empire and colonization. but that's another post.) you cannot afford morality under empire, because it will fucking kill you. they both know this.

which is why their choices in rogue one break my heart and uplift my soul all at once. because they know they're going to die. but they choose morality over survival, because it means more to them to die doing the right thing, than to continue to live under a system that denigrates their existences. they've walked with death since they were tiny babies, and in the end, they choose death, because morals cannot survive under imperialism. and that's why their choice is so powerful.

under empire, having morals, caring for the world around you, might kill you. but it is the greatest sacrifice you can possibly make in a society that tries to eliminate morality.

[raemimuse]

Wealth Flows To Me

I’m the luckiest girl to ever exist, I’M in control, I am powerful AND MAGICAL, I have the power to manifest anything I want instantly out of thin air NO MATTER what it is, I have the power to manifest anything I want instantly in front of anyone at any time no matter what it is, manifesting instantly is my superpower, I manifest so instantly I can manifest anything I want instantly in front of anyone at anytime, EVERYONE can see I have mind powers because I manifest so instantly, NO ONE manifests as instantly as me, I’ve unlocked my FULL power, I’ve unlocked my mind’s full power, I have the world’s most powerful mind, I naturally get everything I want instantly just by wanting it once, I naturally get everything I want no matter what, all I ever have to do to get ANYTHING I want is just want it or affirm once, I only have to want something or affirm once for the 3D to change for me instantly, I only have to want something or affirm once for something to instantly appear right in front of me no matter what it is, I love how I only have to affirm once to get anything I want, I manifest as fast as the void, I manifest everything I want instantly no matter what it is, I can manifest anything I want instantly with just one thought and I can even do it in front of other people because I manifest that instantly, I am limitless and I manifest as fast as the void and as fast as God because I am the void and I am God, I don't even get a chance to finish half my affirmation because what I want already instantly appeared right in front of me, I don't even get a chance to finish half my affirmation because I manifest that instantly, I manifest so instantly my manifesting skills are a hot-topic in galaxies billions of light years away, I’m truly a universally iconic and limitless instant manifestor, I can manifest ANYTHING I want in less than a millisecond, I manifest at the speed of light, the 3D is MY BITCH and I'M the BOSS, the 3D is constantly running around breaking it's neck to give me every single thing I want instantly, the 3D doesn't affect me, I don’t give a fuck about the 3D, I don’t care about the 3D unless it’s my manifestations, I CONTROL the 3D and I control it instantly, I ALWAYS change the 3D instantly with just one thought, the 3D is addicted to showing me my affirmations instantly right after I affirm, the 3D only shows me exactly what I want to see instantly, I never check the 3D but I don’t even get a chance to check the 3D because I manifest that instantly, the 3D always changes for me instantly, the 3D is MY BITCH, the 3D always shows me my affirmations instantly, the 3D WORKS for ME, the 3D never shows me things I don’t want to see, my 4D and 3D are exactly the same, my 3D shows me exactly what I want to see instantly, my 3D only shows me exactly what I want to see because it’s just a mirror that instantly changes to show my affirmations, my affirmations change the 3D instantly, my 4D is on the pedestal because I AM the creator, the 3D always changes for me instantly after ONE affirmation because I have POWERS, I have infinite powers, I manifest so fucking fast. All my affirmations come true instantly. I ONLY manifest instantly. I ALWAYS manifest instantly. I manifest so fucking fast. I manifest in MILLISECONDS. I manifest instantly after just one thought because my thoughts are that powerful. I affirm once and it instantly appears right in front of me because I’m literally God. I affirm once and it’s instantly in the 3D because I’m literally God. My 4D and 3D are exactly the same. No one in this entire universe and world can manifest as instantly as me. My manifestations always show up instantly after one affirmation, my manifestations always show up instantly the very first time I affirm, my manifestations always show up instantly after I affirm

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[eveningserenityyy]

Satine kryze is the luckiest bitch in the entire galaxy. She bagged obi wan Kenobi HIMSELF and got to have her dramatic death all the girlies aspire to have. Love her for that. Never been so jealous in my life amen queen

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i am reduced to a whimpering mess at this point, let’s just start off right there.

babe. you. YOUU!!! you are amazing and incredible and this was 100% the best birthday gift i got this year (yes, you knocked the enjoyment of my favourite strawberry tart right out of the first place spot). i love you so much, wow, how are you even in my life? i feel like the luckiest gal in the galaxy ♡

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It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. - *giggles aggressively*

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you. - PLEASE 🫨

should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. - brooooo, he’s been hard all day? FOR YOU? literally because you were just standing there? you did nothing at all and he’s wrapped so tightly around your finger that he can’t even function? …imma marry this guy.

He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. - *starts blasting hannah montana’s nobody’s perfect*

Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. - BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO🫨🫨🫨🫨 i love him. work bitch. get dat nut.

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.” - sorry, my eyelids just suddenly got unbelievably heavy from how crazy horny i am🫠 (knew i should have waiting to read this till i had time™)

He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now. - urghhhh fuck😵‍💫

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question - work bitch

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, - WORK BIIITCH!!! WOOOOORK!!!!

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.” - did i mention that i suddenly wanna marry him? because i do.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.” - 🧎‍♀️

just wanted to hear your voice

pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤

as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.

Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.

But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.

All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.

But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.

Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.

Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.

He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.

Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Hi handsome.”

Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Hey darlin’. You busy?”

“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”

Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.

“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”

“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”

Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”

Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I said how did your meeting go?”

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.

“Fine. It was fine.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine, darlin’.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”

If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved. 

He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.

But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.

“Billy…are you-”

“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Billy-”

“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

“Are you-”

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”

A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck. 

“Billy…”

Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.

“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”

Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls. 

“Billy.”

Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely. 

A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”

[tearlessrain]

debating whether to romance Risha with Riska because on the one hand their names are beautifully obnoxious when you put them together in a sentence and I feel like they’d both go for it just on the basis of that, they have strong potential “m/f couple but in an unmistakably bisexual way” energy, and deciding to date a women he found in the cargo hold of his stolen ship because she seemed cool is a very Riska thing to do.

on the other hand, I also very much like the dynamic of “platonic friends who competitively flirt with the same people and are absolutely keeping score, and have definitely fake-dated for a heist at least once” for them.

[lolligaggin]

Watching AoT finally and getting caught up in aaaaaalll the Levihan feels. And also realizing their dynamic is similar to many other pairings I love. Very Bob and Linda and April and Andy (more to come of course)

But April and Andy’s wedding scene from Parks and Recreation is 100 percent how Levi and Hange’s wedding went down.

And I’m here to write it out, give or take a few changes from PR.

*ahem*

Levi, waiting at the alter. Erwin standing beside him, as he is officiating the marriage. Levi is nervous, but doesn’t let it show. He is not nervous about the marriage, he wants Hange in his life, with him at all times, but so many people were going to see him bare his soul to the woman he loved. And in his fancy cravat, no less.

The handful of people at this small gathering sat and either talked amongst themselves or waited with baited breath for the bride to walk down the aisle. This group included some of the brats, at Levi’s behest and Hange’s request.

Hange suddenly appears as if out of thin air, grinning like an idiot. Levi’s idiot. She’s clad in a simple white dress, a bouquet of wild flowers pressed against her chest. Flowers Levi had hand-picked hours earlier at dawn - insomnia is a bitch.

Her hair is down, and it’s clean! Levi was afraid she’d show up with her greasy ponytail.

Levi watched Hange take off her glasses and tuck them beside her bouquet.

Oh no no, four eyes, no.

Hange, now walking down the aisle, still smiling, starts to walk into a row of chairs.

“Whoops! Haha!”

“Shitty glasses,” Levi muttered under his breath as he marched over to her, grabbing her hand in one fell swoop, and walked her to the alter.

And now they were standing face to face, Levi still holding her hand, as they stood before Erwin.

Erwin clears his throat, and starts the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë.”

Erwin prattled on with the officiating, Levi half-listening, waiting for his part to speak up. He was intently staring at Hange and her beautifully, scrubbed clean face. She was the most perfect woman he had ever met, despite her many imperfections. He loved her.

Erwin looks over at Levi. Here goes nothing.

Levi looks up at his wife to be; his grey-blue eyes boring holes into the vision before him. The sunlight flickering in cast a warmth over her; chestnut hair framing a perfect face. It was heavenly to him.

“Hange,” he starts, “This world is a terrible place. And I hate most things. But you make this world less terrible. And I don’t hate you and I never will. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Erwin blinked at this. “Um, okay, and Hange?”

Hange was beside herself with joy at Levi’s words. Tears brimming, threatening to unleash.

She took a deep breath, slipped her hand out of Levi’s, much to his dismay, and quickly replaced her glasses to their rightful spot. She then pulled out a tucked away note that was hidden in her bouquet.

Seconds later she was intently reading her note aloud for all to hear.

“Levi, you are the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. I vow to *protect you* from danger. Even though you are the best at protecting yourself or anyone. But I don’t care if I have to fight every single Titan we have ever met. Or a bear. Or ...” she points to Erwin, “or him! Your distant relatives - anyone. I would take them all down!”

“Hange...” Levi interjected with a small smile, failing hard to fight the mirth creeping into his voice.

She crumpled up her note with an angry fist. “I’m getting mad just thinking about it! I’m telling you... I will -...”

Levi placed a gentle hand on her arm. “Hange, it’s okay.”

She regained her composure, and sighed dreamily, staring into his eyes, his soul. “I want to spend the rest of life with you. Every minute. And I am the luckiest woman in the galaxy.”

Erwin interrupts her barrage of vows of love with a palm outstretched, holding two plain metal rings. “And now the rings.”

While Levi and Hange slipped rings on each other’s fingers - her bouquet now placed away safely so Hange could have two free hands to touch Levi as much as she wanted - Erwin continued:

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss ...”

Levi was already on it, waiting for this moment. He pulled Hange toward him and twirled her, landing her in a low dip. His hand cradling her head while his lips pressed against hers. Hange parted her lips and now they were lost in a world of their own.

Erwin felt it was going on a little too long.

The whoops and hollers from everyone watching had died down and now it was just getting awkward.

Erwin cleared his throat loudly. “Ahem!”

Both Levi and Hange’s eyes sprang open and they righted themselves. Hange smoothed out her dress and the audience clapped for them.

Not a second later, Levi had Hange by the band and was pulling her down the aisle. Off to honeymoon in his bedroom.

Erwin sighed.

Humanity’s strongest and humanity’s smartest, and they managed to have the most awkward wedding ever.

[alleycatmimi]

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Kim Taehyung × reader

daddy!au

CEO!au

↬Genre: SMUT!, daddy/kitten, bdsm, themes, hard dom!taehyung, sub!reader, ceo!au;

↬WARNINGS: BDSM, spitting, cum eating (fem), spanking, eating out, over stimulation, DEGRADATION, slightly slapping, daddy/kitten kink, humilating names, Taehyung being a HARD DOM, submissive reader, swearing, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION, U FUCKERS), fingers suck, ice play, breeding, creampie, Taehyung making you take it all like a good girl;

↬Words count: 4k+ ;

↬Description: What do you do when your boyfriend is a CEO and you are mad on him? Steal his Black Card and buy something you'll tease him later with.

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When you woke up this morning, got out of your puffy and comfy bed, dressed yourself into a smooth satin bath-robe, to go to your princess-like bathroom, where you've done your daily routine: taking a long, warm and full of aromatic bath bombs and shower gels bath, then applied your- so expensive- body care and finally dressed up to come see your boyfriend, didn't actually expect this is how your day will go.

Sitting in his office, the picnic basket you prepared for you two, thinking you will make him a really special and beautiful surprise for showing in his office, dressed into a cute and short dress which you knew he would like on you, resting on your arm, you were watching his secretary wiggling her slutty ass in front of him, while acting like picking up some files, from the clean floor tiles.

Kim Taehyung, one of the biggest CEO's this world-no, this galaxy had. A really handsome, determinated, imposing, smart, talented, stunning, kind hearted, tall, powerful and rich man. And it happened for him to be your beloved boyfriend, which was staring at his secretary ass, with a deep frown on his face, right in front of your eyes.

That's right, he didn't notice your presence yet, but you are boiling anyway. What is yours is yours and this man is DEFINETLY yours. You cleared your throat, both of them turning around to face you, the second they heard you. Taehyung eyes widened in shook to see you in his office. First, because you looked smashing and second because he knew the posture you catched him in wasn't, actually, a happy one.

As for his secretary, she was shameless smirking at you, staring straight into your eyes. "Good afternoon, miss Y/N!" she said with a forced and fake, sweet tone. You ignored her and faced Taehyung, which was scanning you from head to toe, licking his lips.

You almost rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Princess?" you heard his smooth, but deep voice. You were about to scoff, but you didn't want to show weakness in front of that bitch, who was still daring to stare at him.

"Leave us alone, Stephanie!" you demanded, on a cold, unfriendly tone. Her eyes widened in shook, but she didn't move from her place, staring at your man, who had his eyes only on you, like he should .

"I told you to get out, what are you waiting for?" you asked in annoyence, your eyes never leaving Taehyung's ones. "I don't take orders from you!" she finally said, which made you turn on your heels and stare at her. "Excuse me? I couldn't hear you?"you were so pissed off. "I only take orders from - " but you cut her off. "If I tell you to leave, you are leaving. If I tell you to stay, you stay. If I tell you to find another man to try on seducing, you will. Because this one is fucking taken. By me." you explained to her and showed her an engagement looking like ring, which you mentally thanked yourself for putting on this morning.

She nodded when she saw the "engagement" ring, bowed for you two and left the office, with a low face. Rolling your shoulders, you turned around to face the CEO. He cocked a brow at you, amusement seen on his face. "Engaged?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "What are you doing here, my princess?" he stared down your arm, his gaze fixed on the picnic basket. He smiled then and you swore you are gonna forget why you were mad on him if he keeps on being this beautiful. "Princess came to see her daddy? What do you have there, baby? Let daddy see."

You put the basket on his dark wooden, rigide table, a little too harsh than you initialy planned. "Here." you said and stared at him with a puzzled face. "What is it, baby?" he titled his head, trying to understand you. "Food. I prepared a picnic for us two." your tone was cold.

Taehyung's smile grew bigger and you had to look away so you won't lose your mind. "Oh! Such a good girl I have!" He swore he is the luckiest man alive. You tried to not blush, because you wanted to stay mad on him. "Let's go eat, princess."

"No."

"Pardon?" he titled his head, piercing you with his narrowed eyes. "No, you eat. I don't want to eat with you anymore, I want to go shopping." And with that you took his famous black credit card, out of his expensive leather wallet. "Have fun eating alone. Or you are lucky and maybe Stephanie is hungry too. For something else, away of your dick." you offered him your sarcasm. You didn't care anymore if he will get mad or not for you talking back to him, disrespecting your daddy, you just got out of his office, making sure to wiggle your ass while walking, your dress contouring it well.

You spent your day buying the most expensive dresses, shoes and underwear you saw and liked, not caring how much they cost, you were mad and wanted to give him a lesson. He won't mind anyway, he always spoils you in expensive stuff, treating you exactly like a princess, so you are sure he won't care about the money.

You got out of your last model, expensive, white Jeep, with your arms full of bags from the most expansive house brands. As you unlocked your house's gate, by your finger print, you passed your beautiful garden. Usually you would admire the beautiful flowers the Spring came with, but right now you were planning on something and you didn't have enough time until Taehyung will come back home.

You opened your the door with your foot, arms to busy with the bags and closed it by pushing your ass on it. Your stilettos making broken sounds on your house's tiles. Going straight to your room, you put the black credit card on the table, got out your new acquisition from the expansive bags and careful put them in your closet.

You traced the lines of a new lingerie, from a beautiful, black, square box, sogned Victoria's Secret. You smirked to yourself and went to your huge bathroom, where you prepared.

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Coming back home, Taehyung was only thinking about how he will teach you a lesson for being such a disrespectful girl to him, earlier that day. He loosened his tie, cracking his neck twice, thinking about how he will totally use your pretty holes just for him to fuck his angriness and stresse, caused of work, into them. He could feel a bulge already growing into his pants.

Arriving home, he opened the gate with his spare keys and headed directly to the front door and straight to your room, where he opened the door, banging it on the wall.

And there you were, wearing a beautiful pair of lingerie, slowly sipping from a glass of wine, with your red painted lips. He could take you there and then, ravaging you. But no... he wanted to make you pay for leaving him to eat alone and talking back to him.

"Hi daddy." you said, on a sweet and smooth tone, putting the glass on the night stand, with a gentle and delicate move. He watched your long legs slowly making way out of bed, your delicate feet, touching the carpet. Oh, how much he loved every detail of you...

You came closer and slowly touched his chest, moving your hands up to it, circling his neck and finally finding place in his hair. He clenched his jaw. "What happened, daddy?" you asked, rising your chin to look at him. You gasped when his firm, veiny hand wraped around your fragile neck into a tight hold. But you loved the feeling, sending a fave of heat down your core. He got closer, his eyes piercing yours.

"What happened? What happened?! Let me tell you what happened, kitten!" he said through his clenched teeth and pressed you on the wall behind you. He pressed his body on yours, his breath so close of your rose cheek, tickling the skin of it, making you almost whimper.

"Do you think you can show into my office dressed so pretty, take my card and then leave me alone?! Huh?! And even be disrespectful to me?!" he said and cupped your heat, out of suddent. Realisation hit you and you gasped, when you felt his cold hand between your tighs, even through the thin matterial of your panties.

"Already wet for me, huh?" he smirked and you looked away, blushing. "Where is the disrespectful girl now, huh?" he said and choked you harder, while his other hand pressed more, right between your folds.

"S-she's gone, d-daddy."

Taehyung tsked. "Oh she's gone now? Why, kitten? Tell me, tell daddy why." He said and let go of your heat, which earned a whine for you of the lose. "I...daddy..." you started, suddently blushing. Your plan was to tease him and show him you are the best he will ever have, but damn, he was too imposing and you were a sucker for him.

"I am listening." he said, eyes never leaving yours, hand still wrapped firmly around your neck. "I...am sorry, daddy. I was a bad girl, I didn't know what I was saying- " but he wasn't listening to you.

"Huh? Did you say something?" you thought he teased. But he was serious, titling his head, leaving you confused. "I was saying that- " but he cut you off. "I can't hear you, doll. A kitten like you should know her place, at her master's feet." Realisation hit you. Your cheeks heated up as you nodded and imediately obbeied to him, getting in all fours in front of him. His smirk grew bigger. "What were you saying, kitten?"

You took a deep breath and started again. "Daddy. I am so sorry for being a bad girl and talking back to you. Please forgive me daddy, I was a bad girl." You were giving him puppy eyes, trying to be as sweet as possible. "Yes you were." He said and cupped your jaw, with a firm hold."Go take your leash" he demanded you and you got up obeying him.

A loud sound filled the room, followed by a whimper from you, by the time his hand touched your ass cheek, into a hard spank over your skin. "Do kittens walk like humans?!" he growled. "N-No, daddy..." you said and got in all fours, crawling to the closet to get the leash and collar from the sex toys box he bought for playing with you, secretly enjoying the feeling of the burn on your ass cheek.

You turned to him with them into your mouth, he was staring at you with a huge smirk on his face. You left them at his feet and stroked your cheek on his ankle, in need for some affection. "Good girl. Now continue." You nodded your head and looked up at him. "I am sorry for getting your card, daddy. Without asking for permission." He fixed the collar and the leash on you, holding the end of it with his left hand, lifting your chin up with the other one. He caressed your lips with his thumb and you closed your eyes of the feeling, until he harshly pushed it into your mouth, without a warning. You whimpered and sucked it, without him telling you to.

"What were you doing with my credit card, brat?" His voice was low and deep. You tried to get his finger out to talk, but he kept you still. "Dadsy cwnr tak-" you mumbbled, whimpering when his thumb pressed on your tongue, caressing it.

"Oh baby, you can't talk?" He faked his affection, with an amused tone. You shook your head. "So you are not answering to daddy, disobeying again, huh?" Your eyes widened in shook when he pulled your hair with the leash hand, making you stare at him. You shook your head. "Were you shopping? Spending money on your bratty expensive ass? Got this slutty lingerie for me?" You nodded every time, his hand tightening around your hair, you whimpered once more. "Get the receipt to me, slutty kitten."

You tried to nod, but couldn't with his hand in your hair, nor talk with his thumb in your mouth so you shameless moaned. "Pathetic." He said and let go of you. You crawled and took the receipt as you did with the leash and collar. He went to the bed, where he sat on, pulling you with him, by the leash. "Sit!" He demanded and you did so. He looked through the prices and shook his head. "Such a spoiled kitten you are..." he smirked and pulled you into his lap, on stomach. You gasped in shook, but your stomach flipped with excitment.

"You should be teached a lesson. Hands at your back, my little whore." You did as he said so. Next thing you knew, he ripped off your expansive panties. You whined and he smirked, once more. "Don't worry, little whore, daddy's gonna buy you many of these."he announced and stared to caress your ass.

"Count for me." You wanted to reply but a loud smack filled the room, you jumped in place. "O-one"

Smack.

"T-two"

Smack.

"T-Three..." every smack was harder and harder, he was finally letting his anger out.

Smack!

"F-four- ah fuck!" You said and tried to make yourself a ball, but he threw one of his tighs over the back of your knees, imobilising you. "Take it all, whore." He hissed into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. After ten smacks, your ass was fully red and sore and you were breathing hard.

He then pulled your hair again, throwing your head back. "Tell me kitten, why do I punish you right now?" he was so hot. You gulped "f-for being a bad girl, daddy...". He seemed to be pleased with your answer "Good. Now I want you to get on bed, ass up like a good kitten,for daddy to see your pretty cunt, yeah?" You nodded in excitment and did as you were told to, bruisy ass fully on display, glisstering pussy tempting him to fuck you. But that had to wait, because right now, he had other plans.

"Shake your ass for me, sweetheart". You obeied him once more, wiggling your ass in front of him. Then without expecting, you were pushed down on bed, Taehyung's face burried into your wet pussy. A loud moan escaped your lips, as he started sucking hard on your sensitive clit, enjoying the softness of it. "Mmm... sweet" he informed you. Then he started lapping at your wetness, eating you out like a starved man, teasing your sweet hole with his skilled tongue, circling it but never entering it all, leaving it clenching around nothing and moving his tongue to give your folds and clit multiple licks.

You were so close, your moanings filling the walls, but you knew he is not gonna let you cum, at least not yet. But he was making it so hard because when he pushed his long tongue into your warm hole, all at once, your body almost jerked in front, if it wasn't for his firm hold around your ass cheeks, keeping you opened for himself.

"Mgh...d-daddy.." you were pathetically moaning his name over and over again. If you weren't so lost into the feeling of his tongue moving inside your cunt, caresing your walls, you would feel him smirking against your heat. Another spanck filled the room, same time with a deeper push of his tongue. You almost screamed in pain in pleasure, because he spanked a bruise he left on you. But he didn't caress your abused cheek but only srubbed it with his nails, sending you pver the edge, with a muffled cry, tears fillinng up your vision.

But he sensed you were about to cum so, after a long and hard suck on your pussy, while your body was trembling from the need or releasing, he got up and pulled your hair harsh, snapping your head back, to look at him. "Oh kitten, look at yourself, drolling and crying over my pillow. Poor baby... you are so dirty." But his expression was saying something else. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed how fucked up he got you and it took only his tongue and some spanking to turn you like this.

You whimpered, needy." What happened, whore? Cat got your tongue?" Then he laughed on his own joke, a low, hoarse, hot laugh. You shooked your head. "Then? What is it with you and whimpering? Is this all what you know to do?" You shooked your head and he chuckled. A dark one.

"Stick it out then and prove me." You sticked your tongue out, blushing harder. He licked his lips. "Look such a pretty and pink tongue we have here, babydoll." You blushed even more. He caressed it with his thumb. "Maybe I should give it a treat, then?" You nodded your head and whimpered, eyes begging. You could already imagine his thick and fat cock into your mouth, the cum running down your neck. You were dripping down your sheets.

"Ok then, but keep it out." But he got down again and gave your pussy another fully and harsh suck, making you scream, almost biting your tongue. He collected all your juices and came back to you. He spit your juices into your mouth and you closed your eyes. Ok, this was definetly new. But seems like you enjoyed it, the taste of yourself making you moan. You swallowed it, like a good girl.

"Show me." You sticked your tongue out, jumping and whinning when he slapped it, not hard but hard enough to send another wave of heat straight to your core. He titled his head. "So you enjoy it, huh?" You nodded, looking away. "Are you shy now?!" He cupped your jaw and turned your face, a little harsh. "Look at me when I talk to you, brat." He slapped your tongue again and you moaned. "Tell me how much you love it!" And he let out a sexy laugh when you patheticaly tried to said it with your pulsing tongue sticked out.

"Are you my sex toy?" He asked you, kissing your tongue, giving it a slightly suck. You moaned a yes into kiss mouth and leaned closer, wanting to kiss him so bad. Surprisingly... he didn't pull away and gave you a huge and wet kiss, carresing your tongue with his, massaging it slowly and exploring all the corners of your mouth. Even his kiss was fire, he was completly dominating you. When he pulled away, you had your red lipstick all over your mouth and chin, his lips red as well.

"Such a pretty mess..." he said and smiled. It melted your heart. "Tae- " but his smile faded away and your bruised ass earned three painful smack, in the same place, making the skin almost bleeding. "How did you call me?"

"D-daddy...." you cried out, tears rolling down your cheeks. "P-pwease..."

"Please what?" He was trailing his fingers up and down your wetness, teasing and driving you crazy. "F-fuck m-me" you whispered. He stared at you, amusment written on his face. "What did you say?"

"Fuck me..." you repeated. He leaned back, face close to your ear, where he blowed hot air, making you whimper and squirm in place. "You want me to fuck you? Can you even take it? I don't think do kitten, it would be a shame for you to not be able to take my fat cock with your tight wortless count."

You had to addmit it...he was treating you with no respect and you were more than ready to do everything for him. "Daddy please! I will take it all! Just please put that fat cock inside of my worthless pussy. Daddy, make me your kitten..." you were a whimpering, begging mess under his hot stare. He was satisfied. "Is that so?" You felt him getting off of the bed, your face burried into the pillow, your tied hands resting by the navel of your spine, your expensive bra still on. You felt his hia hot breathe on your skin again, your body tensing once more.

He grabbed your hip with one hand, rubbing the head of his cock on your wet and sticky cunt. You shivered of the feeling, goosebumps spreading on your skin. He was rock hard but still wanted to tease you as much as possible. "Will you let me fuck you like this, doll?" He trailed an ice cube down your spine, making you yelp. "Like a little bitch? Breeding you like dogs do it with them? Or like my good kitten?" The ice cube was slowly melting on your heated skin, you hissed in pain when it touched the bruised skin of your ass. Then you screamed when he pushed it into your tight hole, the feeling making you close your thighs in annoyence and fall on one side.

But it didn't take long for him to spank you again, on your tighs too this time. "Get up!" Your body was trembling, tears streaming down your face, but you got up somehow. "I-I...daddy, please, fuck me like a bitch. Give me your pups, breed me as yours, or fuck me like your dumb little kitten."

"That's my girl!" He exclaimed, a pleased smirk on his face. You screamed once, when, without a warning, he snapped his hips into you, with a hard and fast move, burrying all of his long lenght inside of you. "Fuck, baby!" He cursed, under his breath and started to roll his hips, his lenght still inside of you, pocking your walls, in circles, making you see stars and moan his name many times. But you needed more and as if he heard you, he pulled back and left only his tip inside, then snapped back with a same hard move as before, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. His grunts fill up the room, as well as your subbmissive moans, his hands pushing you harder to meet his own.

His head was reaching your pelvic, by every push he was making inside of you, you felt closer and closer. His moans and curses started to grow louder and louder, making your whinny and breathless moans so tiny beside his. "M-m c-close " you managed to whimper. His hand wrapped around your throat once more than night, your vission getting blurry, your head going light, and a hard and fast snap of his hips sent you over the edge. He left out an animalistic like deep growl, rolling his hips once more, since your cunt's muscles were spasming around him, making it hard to move.

You cummed all over his cock, screaming his name so loud "D-Daddy! Ahh!!" You were seeing stars, mumbling words only you could understand, body relaxing after the wave of pleasure that washed over you. But you couldn't relax either, because Taehyung's moves fastened, making you squirm in place. "C-can't ...s-stop!"

But he only smashed your ass once more, making you cry again. "Thought you said you can take my cock now, kitten, what happened now?" You bit down on the pillow, making it full of red lipstick and wet of your tears, while your boyfriend was using you as his personal fuck toy. "Don't you want my warm cum filling your walls? Don't you want me to breed you" he groaned, rolling his eyes back of you squeezing him once more "to make you my little bitch?Take it all, like good girls do!"

You moaned a yes, feeling your second orgasm, he pulled you on your knees and hugged you at his chest, one hand around your waist, the other one having his fingers stuffed into your mouth, which you sucked like a desparate slut, feeling the taste of your own cum once more, you pushed yourself hard on him, meeting his hips.

"Shit! Yes, baby! Do it again!" And you did so, once, twice, until his cum filled your walls, sending you through another orgasm. He kept you close at his chest until his cock stopped twitching inside of you. He slowly pulled it back and watched the cum dripping down your thighs. "Such a beautiful creampie...." you were almost sleeping so he kissed your shoulder and laid you on your stomach, avoiding your bruised ass. He untied your hands and got some wet tissues to clean you both. After that he hugged you at his chest, kissing the top of your head and smiling bright.

"I love you, kitten..."

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Author's note: @taesluttt sorry for waiting, was supposed to post it yesterday but couldn't stop adding more and more 😅 hope you enjoy it!!!

[butterbeeryuta]

lee jeno as your husband

a/n: happy birthday jeno ✨ik you’re just 20 and here i am writing you as a husband im sorry KDJKSJDSDKJKSD but i swear, i dont mean anything bad. i hope you really do have the happiest birthday despite the current situation, and i wish that only the people who truly love and deserve you surround you and remind you what a great person you are. we love you lee jeno <3

congratulations! ya'll have a baby boy (doesn’t matter if you adopted or gave birth in this case, you do you bishes)

idk about you, but taking care of babies is hard alright (speaking from experience when i had to take care of my newborn cousin for 5 months on a weekly basis). doesn’t matter if you’re a mum or a dad, you gotta sacrifice a lot of your time to make sure that the kid is well fed and cared for, and patience is a key really.

and to say that you and jeno didn’t argue quite a bit about parenting would be a lie

but like, ya’ll fought about such petty shit it’s kind of funny

‘jeno i told you to change his diaper—‘

‘______ please no i had to clean his diaper this morning and i think i lost my sense of breathing’

normally you’d be laughing, and shrug it off

but you were a tired shister. you were up all making your baby shut up in the nicest way possible of course

so you may have bursted

‘YOU LITERALLY JUST HAVE TO WIPE SHIT AND TAPE A FUCKIN DIAPER ON A CHILD LEE JENO’

again, you maY have bursted

keyword: may

and he was annoyed by it, i mean who wouldn’t. i would’ve bitch slapped you _______.

then again, we all know how loving and sweet lee jeno is

he may not show it very explicitly, but he does subtle things and does admire you for your hard work and caring nature

he always make sure to have enough diapers, toiletries, and even gets the baby clothes laid out once your bby boy your actual kid not jeno is fresh from the shower uwu

ya’ll are a lovely couple though

you cook together, clean the house, play with your son— just soft hours tbh

there was this one time where jeno placed his boy on his lap, and was gently moving his kid’s arms to the choreography of boom while the baby was just giggling and smiling

and jeno couldn’t stop smiling and giggling too

you literally have two babies in front of your being in their ultimate babie form hoW ken you knott meLt

and there was this other time when your baby just climbed up on his chest and jeno woke up only to see the brightest smile from ur son and jeno wakes you up (despite the fact that ur half dead) and it’s all so uwu 

bottomline is: jeno wants to show you everything your son does and you can’t blame him for anything cause it is very cute 

when your son is sleeping, jeno just comes up to you and hugs you from the back

and he doesn’t really say anything, he just embraces you as a way to say good job for basically not giving up and trying to be the best parent

and you know what he is implying, and you just lean your head on his chest, embracing the warmth

THIS IS SO FUCKING FLUFFY GOD I LOVE THIS MAN

he also finds time to pepper you with kisses cause hE can and he loves you but also cause this boi wants to remind you that he’s always going to be there for you

i swear _______ wrap him in bubble wrap he is precious

lmAOOOOO jeno simply cannot trust the dreamies to be alone with your kid

chenle laughing his ass off, renjun probably choking jisung, haechan plotting something mischievous, and jaemin most likely making the most absurd sounds—the last thing jeno wants is his son to be a mixture of all of these boys

lowkey same with you

but of course, being a goOd parent, you sort of tell jeno to trust his group mates because they really do want to be great uncles

and they are!!! just in a chaotic manner

‘chenle i told you my son doesn’t need an apple watch’

‘but hyung what if he gets lost—‘

‘HE IS 3 MONTHS OLD’

anyways,

lee jeno is a wonderful husband who rlly cares for you and your kid

and whoever does actually get to marry him is probably the luckiest person in this galaxy

well maybe second luckiest, injun is already lucky for having jeno whipped for his ass

[chinatea]

Jikook Sexy Alien AU Part 1

Personas are a product of @satellite-jeon​ ‘s beautiful mind.

This is WIP and still pretty drafty, and I’ll be posting new parts to tumbler as I finish them. I’m planning 4-5 parts overall. 

For my best girl @kmheart​ <3333 Thank you for loving this mess. <333

Warnings: Coarse language.

Jungkook doesn’t know exactly when his life took a dive from awesome to downright shitty.

And even if he did, he wouldn’t be telling that story any time soon ‘cause no one gives a rat’s arse about good ol’ boy Jungkook who scrubs pools for a living. 

It didn’t start that way. In high school, he was a local superstar. The golden jock. The whole fucking trope, baby. With titties of all caliber following him everywhere. Boy did love him some pussy. Dicks, too. He loved everything to do with sex, drugs and rock’n’roll.

He believed himself invincible and it was only a matter of time before he mingled with the wrong crowd. Only back then, he thought of them as friends. His bros for life.

Well.

Now, he cleans pools - the only kind of gig he can scrounge up nowadays, what with a criminal record and whatnot - and trusts no bro. 

And when he’s not cleaning pools, he’s stuck at the garage being bossed around by a dirtbag who happens to be his uncle. His uncle, Sunmu, hates his guts - one of those stupid homophobic fucks who can’t mind their own fucking business. Needless to say, no love lost.

As much as Jungkook wants to punch his stupid teeth out - what’s left of them anyhow - he needs the money and it’s not like his uncle can do much more than run his smelly farthole of a mouth. Which he does. At lengths. The dude just never shuts up. Until one day, Jungkook made him shut up - even his golden-boy patience has its limits. And the dude blew up, called the police, the neighbors came a-running, the whole nine yards.

One hell of a shitshow, that night.

So now, Jungkook has taken to bringing guys to fuck in his garage instead. Totally intentional. He knows the geezer, like the sick fuck he is, had cameras installed all over for his own perverse pleasure. So Jungkook lets him enjoy it while he can.

‘Cause once the summer ends, Jungkook will burn down his fucking shack and hit the road, because he’s this close to being done with the shitfucks that are hell bent on ruining his life.

Another day. Another mindless grind.

Luckily for him, the client has vacated the house for the day, leaving their big pool in his capable hands. A much welcome break from those rich fucks being all smug and pissy and all up in his grill about every little nothing. 

Rich tits always think they know everything.

Not to mention their shitty kids running around, destroying his equipment and yapping his ear off. Or worse yet, their old haggy wives flashing their saggy tits at him - goodness gracious, does his face say he’s into wrinkled-ass pussy or something?

He thinks the fuck not.

Jungkook plops down on a deck chair and pops a can of coke open, taking a long chug. When he doesn’t have people looming over his ass, he prefers taking things slow. At his own pace. That’s what he’s all about. 

As much as he could wrap things up faster and call it a day, he’s not looking forward to trudging back to the garage. Sunmu the dipshit would be there, of course, nagging at him with this shit or that and he’d rather chill out here - the house is off-limits, locked tight, but the scenery is gorgeous. The house sits on a cliff, with the pool area overlooking the city below. 

It’s private and quiet and damn therapeutic. Like, he could just close his eyes and pretend it’s all his. That he’s not a broke-ass dude about to keel over any day now, but someone who is in control of his life. 

And he does just that. Closes his eyes and leans back, cradling the coke to his chest like one does a lover.

Mind blank of any thought.

The sky above crackles in warning, too close for comfort. And it wakes up goosebumps along his skin as he jostles awake from his little moment of inner peace. His hands flap around, knocking his coke over - it drips all over his tank top. 

Nice, Jungkook thinks. 

Of-fucking-course, it must rain today of all days. He scrambles up to his feet, ready to start hauling all the gear back into his truck when IT happens.

At first, he is not even sure what IT even is. One moment, he’s one grouchy mess, spewing dozens of profanities at no one in particular while tugging at his stained top in a retarded attempt to shake the mess off. And the next-

Something, fairly massive and spherical, materializes a few inches above the pool before plunging into water like a dead weight. Jungkook can only manage an undignified squawk before the impact wave sends him flying into the thorny shrubs framing the pool.

Mother-fucker.

When he drags his ass back from the shrubs, drenched from head to toe and covered in scratches, all he knows is that his stained shirt is the least of his problems now, because this…

What the fuck is this? he thinks, staring agog at the offender, hogging the pool now.

It looks like…something.

Maybe a futuristic car or a flying vessel of some sort. He has no clue, really. What it is or where it came from, but it’s here, right in his face, obstructing his work. Like a bastard.

He’ll have to call up a tow truck or something to pluck this sucker out, which will take forever and there go his plans for Friday night out.

Jungkook walks around the pool, inspecting the strange contraption from all sides. It’s slick and round and very, very chrome. Perhaps - a submarine. Some ultra-slick technology with masking abilities. Which apparently can fly, but not very well, otherwise, how the fuck it’d ended up stuck in his pool.

Those rich fucks and their stupid malfunctioning toys, eh. 

Jungkook sighs and kicks the empty coke can lying about. It flies off towards the pod, ricocheting right off its shiny cask with a sharp clank. And now he has even more trash to dredge up from the puddle bellow. What joy.

As he is about to roll over and wail in self-pity, the pod wakes up with a tremor, sending shallow ripples over the water. Jungkook freezes, frantically thinking over his choices - his gut reaction is to hightail the fuck out of here, because the thing is starting to show signs of life and it doesn’t sit well with Jungkook, not one bit.

He better scram and scram fast. Fuck the money and his uncle - especially his uncle - no one told him scrubbing pools involved close encounters of the third kind.

He makes to do just that but doesn’t make it too far as he bumps into someone, loosing his balance and sending them both to the ground. With a groan, he opens his eyes to stare at the unfortunate soul who had to bear the brunt of the fall on their- his. 

It’s definitely a he. A he so stunning Jungkook’s jaw goes slack and his brain radio-silent. Meanwhile, the he doesn’t waste any time making the most of their proximity as he slithers his hands around Jungkook’s neck and presses against him in a soft sweet kiss.

A supernova goes off at the back of his skull. 

It was awesome.

“Hello,” the other says, a quality to his voice that is out of this world. He must be out of this world, because how?

“I’m Jimin.”

“Hi,” Jungkook says.

A dumb grin takes over his face.

He’s tingly all over. He thinks he’s in love. 

“You’re gorgeous, Jimin-ah. Will you marry me?”

“Marry?” Jimin says tentatively as if testing the word on his tongue. His lips are pretty and full, forming a perpetual pout. It’s adorable. “I can’t marry. I need to mate.”

“Oh.” That throws Jungkook for a loop, as his heart swells with emotion. “Mate who?”

“You,” Jimin smiles. “Serendipity has chosen you as the most suitable candidate within this quadrant of our galaxy. We’re compatible.”

“Wow,” Jungkook whispers. He understands jack shit, but it does feel like serendipity, doesn't it. Just a moment ago, he was one miserable son of a bitch and now…he’s the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking quadrant of their galaxy. 

“You do know I’m scrubbing pools for a living, right?”

He props himself up on his hands, hovering over the gorgeous Jimin and eyeing him like a candy on a stick. Jimin has pretty dainty hands. They are always in motion, feelings up Jungkook’s arm muscles, bulging all prettily just for him - this shameless little minx.

“I know everything about you,” Jimin says, his voice washing over Jungkook’s mind like a gentle summer tide.

Turns his brain all mush-mush. 

“Every second of your waking moment. Every dream, every thought you’ve had. Serendipity has shown me all of it.”

Whomever this Serendipity is, Jungkook hopes it didn’t show every single thought he had. After a certain age, they’d gotten rather repetitive and tended to fixate mostly on things below the belt - which is not the image of himself he wants to project into this world. 

“You’re thinking too much,” Jimin purrs, tapping his temple lightly.

His hands wind up in Jungkook’s hair, massaging the scalp and down his neck. His touches are flitting, almost shy and it kindles longing in Jungkook like never before. It tramples all of the questions budding in his head. Melting reason away. Before he knows they’re kissing again and it plays out like a dream. 

He’s doing something, but he’s not really in control. It feels good. Peaceful, he’s in a safe place. Jimin’s touches are weightless and tender as he maps out his body with the very tips of his fingers. 

Like he can reach everywhere - can touch anywhere.

The moment something prods his mind, gentle and soothing - akin to a light breeze caressing the leaves - Jungkook shivers. Falls under. A feeling like no other. Floating, like a little air bubble. 

It’s gone as sudden as it came and Jungkook finds himself yearning.

“We can’t do it here,” Jimin says as they both move upright in sync. He grabs Jungkook’s hand. “Let’s go. Serendipity will have to stay here for now.”

“Serendipity?” Jungkook asks, shaking off the drowsiness as his brain slowly kicks back into gear. “You mean that pod thing?”

“Don’t call her ‘a thing’,” Jimin chides. “She has feelings. Quite a temper, too.”

“Damn, a she-pod with feelings”.

They’re standing now with Jimin plastered against his chest and nuzzling his mighty pec. Not awkward at all. 

“She’s a ship. The most intelligent ship in the whole galaxy. Completely self-aware,” Jimin says, exploring the vastness of Jungkook’s chest with his curious palms now. Jungkook starts to notice a certain obsession here of a tactile nature, but can’t find it in himself to complain. “Be kind to her.”

“I am kind,” Jungkook says. “I’m like...wait, who are you?”

“I’m Jimin.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods. “But what kind of Jimin are you? Where did you come from? You’re not with the Joneses here, are you?”

With the burden of rational thinking, Jungkook slumps into a realization that he has questions. And he must ask them. 

“No, I’m from space,” Jimin says like it’s not big deal. “We need to go,” he commands, taking charge and dragging Jungkook along.

“Space? Wow,” Jungkook says. “That’s, ah, nice, I guess. Never been myself, what with the radiation and minus fuck-ton degrees, you know. Transportation kinda sucks, too. I don’t know if you’re aware but we’re kinda still in the stone age or whatever, but, ehm...remember when I was lying on top of you, with our private parts perfectly aligned? That was nice too, wanna, ehm, do that again?”

“Here is not safe,” Jimin says and at least, it’s not a no. “Serendipity can hide herself well enough, but it’s a matter of time before he tracks me down. And if that happens, I don’t want him to track me down right next to her.”

“Who’s he?” 

“Just a man who never gives up what’s his.”

“You mean, like, ex-boyfriend?” Jungkook asks, swallowing down an annoying spike of jealousy. “Do you even have boyfriends in space?”

“I meant Serendipity, not me,” Jimin says. “And yes, we do have boyfriends up there in space. You don’t have to worry though, he’s been mated for the past five hundred years. He’s that boring.”

Jungkook lets out a low whistle.

“If his mate looks anything like you, that’s understandable.”

[lesbian-revolt]

Listen, four years ago there was no Rupphire on Steven universe. There was no pearl in love with rose quartz. bubbeline may as well have been some far off galaxy for all the hope we ever had of seeing it become canon. Lexa would die on the 100 a year later, Poussey from OITNB would follow not far behind, and Root of POI would go with them. Swanqueen fans were being laughed out of Cons, Rizzles fans had all but abandoned the show in its downward spiral, and I could go on and on and on. Just four years ago but it was a completely different era of television and story telling. The odds of korrasami becoming canon on that night 4 years ago were about the odds of winning a billion dollar lottery. If you’d told us that a wlw ship on a beloved children’s animated tv show on a mainstream network was about to become canon, you’d probably have been kindly but patronizingly patted on the head by all the seasoned wlw fans who’d been there before and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was just going to be the same old story. If we were lucky Korra and Asami would at least get to share a few lines before one of them waltzed off with Mako, and if we were even luckier, no one would end up with mako at all.

I think the most anyone looked forward to were the fix-it fics that would flood archiveofourown the next day.

I just... yeah all the canon wlw ships on television now...I love them and they’re special. But korrasami was different. Korrasami crash landed into our reality with no warning and no precedent. We’re all so familiar with the wanting and the dreaming and the feeling in our chests that’s so much. It’s so much and it hurts. The watching and waiting and recognizing the chemistry and settling with the knowledge that if just one of those women was a man, it wouldn’t even be a question. Everyone would already know. It would only be a matter of time.

Except this time. Gosh, this time. We were the ones. We were the ones who got closure. Korra and Asami were the ones who got to walk away into the sunset. We got the romantic tropes reserved almost solely for het couples, the slow burn, the quiet certain chemistry, the scene before the final cut that makes it absolutely canon, beyond a doubt. We get to imagine Korra and Asami happy and in love FOR REAL on the actual show, forever and ever and ever. In every possible future we imagine, we get to picture them together and in love and know that it’s true.

Ill just honestly never be over it. That giddy, nearly hysterical feeling of watching them walk into the portal for the first time that night four years ago will never ever leave me. We’re the luckiest sons of bitches ever, that we got korrasami before it was the “in” thing, before networks accepted they wouldn’t lose money, before most show writers were even willing to take a chance on a ship between two women. We got them because their chemistry was impossible to deny and their love ran deep and Bryke saw it and said yes, let’s do it because it’s important and it’s real and it matters. And who better to do it with than these two women who have been through so much and love so hard. They deserve nothing else but each other

[meapistrash]

More Sheith S/omething In The Rain AU! 

flight instructor!Shiro, office worker!Keith. They met each other in high school and reunite after 18 years, during which Shiro had gone abroad. Ryou is Shiro’s younger brother and Keith’s schoolmate in high school.

Their first dinner after 18 years:

They had dinner at a pasta place downtown because Keith wanted something saucy and Shiro wanted something with noodles – Altea had deprived him of noodles for far too long and Shiro was taking every chance he could to make up for the noodles and pastas he didn’t get in the last eighteen years.

(Keith laughed at that joke, which made Shiro’s inside dance in a strange way. Shiro blamed it on being married to Adam for so long that even the smallest thing could set him off.)

“So? What’s your story?” Keith said as Shiro had just shoved a giant mouthful of spaghetti into his mouth and almost choked on it. Keith laughed and handed him a tissue.

“What story?” Shiro wiped his mouth.

“The story of the past - I don’t even know how long? When was the last time I saw you? Your high school graduation?” Keith cocked his head in thought. “Oh my god, that was like… almost twenty years ago!”

“Yeah, I’m getting old.”

“Come on, life is only just getting to the interesting bits.”

“Your definition of interesting sounds very different from what I’ve been living.” Shiro chuckled.

“That sounds like a story to tell, Shiro. Come on, what have you been up to since I last saw you?” Keith looked at him expectantly, chin resting on his palm in an entirely too cute manner that made Shiro want to spill his entire gut. But then he remembered the recent events that lead to where he was now, and held his tongue, if only to preserve whatever good image Keith still had for him.

“How about you tell me about what you were up to? I’m sure you already heard a lot of stuff about me through Ryou and my parents.” He offered instead.

Keith pouted dramatically for a second before he relented, speaking a bit softer than before. “Well, it’s not as glamorous as yours, that’s for sure. After high school, I went to uni, got a degree and started working. Been at the same place ever since.”

“That sounds like a giant oversimplification for the most interesting twenty years of a person’s life.” Shiro pointed his fork at Keith accusingly and watched as Keith laughed, if a bit dryly. “Ryou said you went to DPU. Management, was it?”

“Yeah.”

“I was actually surprised when I heard that.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know. I always thought that you were aiming for something a bit different...” He bit his lips, wondering how to ask the question without sounding offensive. “I just didn’t think you’d end up with a desk job. That isn’t to say that Management isn’t a great degree to study, though.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean. Lots of people have said that to me,” Keith replied a bit dryly. “I did try, at first. I was doing paramedicine, but then… well, Dad died – I’m not sure if Ryou ever told you about that.”

Shiro nodded somberly. “I heard. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back for the funeral.”

“No, it’s fine. You weren’t the worst offender at the time,” Keith waved a dismissive hand at him. “But it was ages ago, and I changed to a different degree – something that gave me a more stable job. I was kind of losing my passion in the first place anyways, so it was just logical.”

“And how did your sister react to you doing that?”

“Romelle?” Keith bit at his fork. “Well, she didn’t say anything, honestly. She was just getting into high school, so she didn’t really care much for what I did. We weren’t as close back then. The one who gave me a bitching was actually Ryou.”

Shiro chuckled. “He does tend to bitch a lot doesn’t he?”

“My god, he does. He understood my intentions, he just didn’t approve of my methods. But things worked out in the end, so it wasn’t all for nothing.”

Shiro nodded. “And are you guys still living in the old house, or…?”

Keith shook his head. “No point in staying there, honestly. Me and ‘Melle live in District Four. We got a small apartment each in the same building.” It was one of the districts that experienced a large popup of apartments in recent years, as Shiro had learnt. It was closer to the CBD and was generally more cramped as they tried to shove giant apartment complexes where there were previously the old apartment buildings that were only a few stories tall. They were more popular with single people or couples without kids. Shiro had searched for a place there before deciding to stay with his parents for a while first, because while money wasn’t the issue, Shiro couldn’t find himself living alone after having been cohabiting with someone else for so long.

“Wow, that’s pretty good. And you say your life isn’t glamorous.” He whistled. “Makes me and Ryou sound kind of pathetic for living at our parents.”

“Oh please Mr. I-got-into-one-of-the-best-space-research-program-in-the-galaxy-with-the-IAA.”

 Shiro scratched his neck.  “Well, as you can see: I got in and I got out.”

 “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Keith cringed and took a bite of his food to stop himself from talking. Shiro didn’t miss the barest glance to Shiro’s right arm – or the chunk of metal that was now his right arm. It remains one of Altea’s greatest medical feats, and Shiro was perhaps one of the luckiest people in the universe to have a state of the art prosthetic, courtesy of one Allura King.

That story was a popular one that had ran on the news for weeks straight back in Altea. 

[letitrainasunnyday]

Shinichi may be good enough for Ran but is Ran good enough for Shinichi?

.....

??????

What

Hang on let me process this ask for a second.

What?

Is Ran good enough for Shinichi? Shinichi Kudo is the luckiest son of a bitch around because he has Ran Mouri. Ran who is literally the most ethereal, beautiful, gentle, kind, strong, brave being in the entire galaxy. That kid be flipping out cause the Most Precious Human Being Ever™ is his girlfriend (and my heart still races when I write this, Jesus Christ). 

“Is Ran good enough for Shinichi” how can you even ask that. HOW. What have you been watching????? Are we talking about the same characters????? 

What in the name of sanity 

I’d rant about it endlessly if it wasn’t because I’ve already done it before, HERE, and I am very proud of this answer so feel free to read it, reblog it, like it, et al.

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

OC Interview Tag Game

Again, technically tagged by @timetravelingpigeon, and damn it, I’m gonna leap right into it.

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP and have them answer these fifteen questions, then tag fifteen people.

If you wanna give it a shot, I command you to do it only if you really wanna.

1. What is your full name?

Guetry Danon Sympa.

2. What does your full name mean?

Well, I know that sympa is French for “nice,” and I’m not entirely sure the reasons for it becoming our surname or if that’s even, like...realistic?

[He narrows his eyes.]

My dad’s never exactly been forthright about our lineage other than a shrug and “we’re from Champagne” when asked about the family tree.

Though I think I heard somewhere that Danon is the equivalent of Daniel...I don’t know the accuracy of that or what that even means for me as a person. And Guetry means absolutely not a damn thing.

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

My sisters call me Get, Alec calls me mean names. My code sign on missions is, uh...

[His right temple lights up a soft glowing purple, as does the device on his wrist.]

...So before my artificial babysitter yells at me for blowing my whole deal I should probably shut the fuck up, huh?

4. What’s your gender?

Born male, identify as male. Through and through.

5. What’s your sexuality?

Oh, I don’t discriminate. I guess they’d call it...pansexual. I don’t do labels. I will sleep with and have slept with just about every gender and identity in the galaxy.

[His wrist device chimes in with, “Just about.”]

Oh I’ll get you too somehow, friendo, don’t you worry. The lenaya, as well. They’re so reserved, though, I kinda respect it.

6. Where are you from?

Wouldn’t you like to know?

[He winks at the camera.]

Maybe Lousiana? Maybe Oklahoma? Hmm. Maybe Arkansas? Keeentucky?

7. How old are you?

Thirty-four and some change.

8. What is your magic form/what species are you?

Last I checked, I’m human.

[He pauses, then tilts his hand from side to side in an “ish” gesture.]

9. What does your human form look like?

God, I wish I could change forms. Have you ever seen the obhelian do that? I could watch that shit for hours.

I guess for those who can’t see me, I’ve got, uh...dark brown hair, light blue eyes...I’m kinda spidery and long. Pointy jaw. Bony elbows. I’m probably about as attractive as a cricket, right?

10. What’s your aesthetic?

Ooh. Neon lights, geometric shapes with a lot of sharp points, black and silver, uh...purple...can’t imagine why I’d include purple, what is it about purple...?

Industrial rust and probably a lot of beer. And the Morrite bloodstain I’m still to this day trying to get out of my favorite coat.

[”The coat is black.”]

Morrite blood is pale freakin’ blue. It’s right there on the collar. Not that you’ve been any help.

11. Who’s your best friend?

Miss Alectura Wu. She’s gonna shiv me for saying her full name, but that’s what she gets for using up all my fucking liner on her stupid flawless wings. Karma. Is. A bitch.

[He laughs.]

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

[He pointedly pats the right side of his neck and rolls up his shirt sleeve to reveal his massive tattoo, thick black lines all over his arm converging to create nondescript shapes and patterns. Hexagons morphing into triangles morphing into nonsense, all the way up to his throat.]

I used to have an eyebrow stud when I was...fifteen? But I grew out of that embarrassing phase.

["Hardly,” Scotty quips. Guetry snorts.]

13. When are you happiest?

It’s been said by all of the musicians in existence, but when I’m on stage, I forget everything that’s ever bothered me, and I’m just in the moment. If we’re playing for people I know love our music, it’s...transcendent. My beat guitar is literally my most prized possession.

14. What’s your biggest secret?

[Guetry doesn’t speak for a while. He rubs his arm, almost drawing attention to it.]

Shit. Well, it’s not....

[He struggles a bit.]

I’m just trying to weigh the pros and cons of revealing this here and now, gimme a second.

[The room is silent as he looks everywhere but straight ahead or at the camera. His temple flickers insignificantly.]

Okay, so the longer I draw it out, the worse it’s gonna seem, so I’m just gonna say it—I’m in love with Scotty. A hundred and ten percent. And it sucks. A lot. Do you know what that’s like? He’s in my brain. I can’t ever have him and I can’t ever get rid of him. It’s torture every day for no reason. I’ve gotten used to it, but every so often it hits me again and I’m like...I’m thrown into a depressive state and I do stupid shit. I’ve gotten better at ignoring it. I’m in a good place with it.

["You definitely seem to be coping better.”]

...Good, my ruse is working.

15. What was your first impression of [Thrive]?

Oh. That’s not who I thought you were gonna say.

[He bites his lip thoughtfully.]

There’s something...in there. Do you know what I mean?

Okay...I’d heard of him—almost the whole galaxy had heard of him before. It’s kind of a big deal, saving the world and then just...disappearing for two hundred and whatever years. Nobody knew where he was, nobody could find him. All they knew was this person from another galaxy swooped in to rescue Earth and gave us this thing, this device he made himself to keep the creatures out. He’s in our history books, for god’s sake. And then he was gone.

And then two centuries later he casually strolls into the Node with the first human who’d ever been cryogenically frozen and we all just kinda go bananas. When I first met him I was kind of starstruck, which is unlike me, but he’s so tall and serious and oh my god, he’s so gorgeous, and he gives off this vibe like...I don’t know how to explain it. He can manipulate physics and sense emotions through touch and heal at will but I don’t think that’s the extent of his capabilities. There is something in there. You can see it in his eyes sometimes, like when he’s really focused, it’s like he’s just a vessel for something much bigger than we could ever imagine. Maybe that’s just what happens when you’re over eight thousand years old. I don’t know what I’m talking about half of the time, anyway.

He’s pretty damn funny, too! I didn’t think he would be when I first met him, but he’s got a sense of humor on him. When you get to know him as much as he’s willing to allow you to, he’s...well, he’s still intimidating as fuck and I still wouldn’t wanna get on his bad side but you get used to it pretty quickly.

[He suddenly laughs again.]

Warren is the luckiest son of a bitch ever, Most Important Human Alive or not.

[uglypastels]

Writing Challenge!!

Writing challenges are always so fun to do, so I decided to make one myself for a change. It’s also almost (not really) my birthday and I want to celebrate!!

It’s that time of the year again where it is cold outside, the leaves are falling off the trees, you just want to curl up under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate and watch a movie... Or is that just me? 

Anyway, I love watching a good movie, or even a bad one sometimes.

This is why in this challenge, all prompts are quotes from movies! 

Rules are pretty basic, I’m not fussy about anything.  (prompts > “Keep Reading”)

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice of you, of course, if you did

Reblog this post to join and/or spread the word

Send me an ask wherein you choose a prompt 

Make sure you have a possible back-up if the said prompt is already taken

Preferably, I would like to have one story per prompt, but just in case anyone is really set on a prompt that has already been chosen, or if somehow by miracle every prompt is picked and more people want to join, each prompt will have two slots. (so one regular, one “emergency” slot)

All prompts are movie quotes, but your story doesn’t have to be based on the movie itself or have anything to do with the movie. Interpret the quote any way you want.

BE ORIGINAL! 

BE CREATIVE!

HAVE FUN! 

I would like to call myself a multifandom blog, but who am I kidding. I’m MARVEL’s bitch. 

Write about any MARVEL character/ actor (+ the Hollands/Harrison) you want but

if you want to do a different fandom, you are more than welcome!

Just don’t forget to tell me in your prompt request who you will be writing for.  

Fluff, angst, smut ... everything is allowed - just make sure to tag it.

NO UNDERAGE SMUT! Just don’t be gross, in general 

No, first person, but other perspectives are good to go

Any length of writing is good, but if it is longer than 500 words, make sure to use the “Keep Reading” option.

so the story can be a one-shot, two shot, a series < including a part of a series you already have going on.

When you post it, make sure to tag me and use the tag: 

#Z’s Movie Night Challenge

FOR AN EXTRA CHALLENGE (or if you just can’t pick): hmu with an ask telling me and I will pick for you! But do still mention who you will be writing for then.

Deadline is my birthday - December 18th! 

I will be making a masterlist of all the submissions

I think that’s it. Any more question? DM me or ask

(way too many) Prompts, but at least nobody can complain there is nothing to chose from: 

“I love you.” // “I know.” Star Wars, Episode V: Empire Strikes Back (@andwhatdostarsdobest w/ Tom Holland)

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Gone With the Wind  ( @procrastinatingparker w/ Tom Holland) 

“After all, tomorrow is another day!” Gone With the Wind

“Go ahead, make my day.” Sudden Impact

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” Casablanca

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Casablanca

“Of all the (gin joints) in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” Casablanca ( @butwhyduh w/ Avengers cast)

“We’ll always have Paris.” Casablanca

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.” the Godfather

“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” the Godfather: Part II ( @sunsetspidey w/ Tom Holland)

“Just when I thought I was out, (they) pull me back in.” Godfather: Part III ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield on hold)

“You talkin’ to me?” Taxi Driver

“Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” All About Eve

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Love Story ( @rainbow-marvel w/ Tom Holland)

“Forget everything you think you know.” Doctor Strange

“Pain is an old friend.” Doctor Strange ( @theamazingspiderlingg w/ Tom Holland)

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.” Cool Hand Luke ( @scholarlyspidey )

“What is it?” // “The stuff that dreams are made off.΅ the Maltese Falcon

“Alright, (Mr. DeMille), I’m ready for my close-up.” Sunset Boulevard

“There is no place like home.” Wizard of Oz ( @peterrrparkour w/ Tom Holland)

“I love the smell of (napalm) in the morning.” Apocalypse Now

“Show me the money!” Jerry Maguire

“You had me at ‘hello’.” Jerry Maguire ( @anxiety-in-a-getaway-car w/ Sebastian Stan)

“You complete me.” Jerry Maguire

“Why don’t you come up sometime and see me?” She Done Him Wrong

“Hey, I’m walking here!” Midnight Cowboy

“I want to be alone.” Grand Hotel ( @aw-hawkeye w/ Tom Holland)

“You can’t handle the truth!” A Few Good Men

“I’ll have what she’s having.” When Harry Met Sally ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield)

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally (@somethingtoavenge  w/ Bucky Barnes)

“I’ll be back.” Terminator

“Hasta la vista, baby.” Terminator 2: Judgement Day.

“Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” The Pride of the Yankees

“We rob banks.” Bonnie and Clyde

“Well, nobody’s perfect.” Some Like it Hot

“Houston, we have a problem.” Apollo 13

“I could do this all day.” Captain America: The First Avenger/ Civil War

“We’re still friends, right?” Captain America: Civil War ( @starksparker w/ Tom Holland)

“Have you been playing Space Invaders? Because you’re invading my space!” Pixels ( @cas-backwards-tie w/ Peter Parker)

“Well, a boy’s best friend is his mother.” Psycho

“Well here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” Sons of the Desert

“Say hello to my little friend.” Scarface

“(Mrs. Robinson) You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?” the Graduate

“What a dump.” Beyond the Forest

“Is it safe?” Marathon Man

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!" the Jazz Singer

“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” A Streetcar Named Desire

“Hello, gorgeous.” Funny Girl

“Surely you can’t be serious?” // “I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Airplane!

“My precious.” Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

"Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it? You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!"  On Golden Pond ( @musiclover1263 w/ Peter Parker)

"Carpe diem. Seize the day(, boys). Make your live(s) extraordinary." Dead Poet Society.

“I’m the king of the world!” Titanic

“I’ll never let go, (Jack).” Titanic ( @spider-puck w/ Spideychelle)

“You make me want to be a better man.” As Good as it Gets ( @thewackywriter w/ mob!Tom Holland)

“As if!” Clueless ( @fratboievans w/ Peter Parker)

“They’re here!” Poltergeist

“We know each other. He’s a friend from work.” Thor: Ragnarok

“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! (This is the War Room.)” Dr. Strangelove

“I wish I knew how to quit you!” Brokeback Mountain ( @petersshirts w/ Tom Holland) 

“I’m not bad. I’m just (drawn) that way.” Who Framed Roger Rabbit (@lovelymalira w/ Bucky Barnes)

“Why so serious?” the Dark Knight

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all.” Snow White and the Seven Dwarves ( @thequeensardine w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“.... I dare you. I double dare you.” Pulp Fiction ( @hollandofthefree w/ Tom Holland)

“Look I probably should have told you this before but you see... well... insanity runs in my family... It practically gallops.” Arsenic and Old Lace

“It’s just a flesh wound.” Monty Python and the Holy Grail ( @sarahwritesfiction  w/ Steve Rogers)

“He might be okay….Well, no, probably not now.” Groundhog Day

“Life’s a bitch; now so am I.” Batman Returns ( @idontknowhowtowritesosorry w/ Shawn Mendes)

“That rug really tied to room together, did it not?” The Big Lebowski

“No, it’s a cardigan, but thanks for noticing.” Dumb and Dumber

“Is that all he said?” Lost in Translation

“Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler.” Office Space ( @totallytomholland w/ Peter Parker)

“You wanna come over?” // “No, thanks. I don’t want you fucking up my life, too.” Office Space (@mobtomsgirl w/ Tom Holland)

“Okay, sounds like a case of the Mondays.” Office Space

“And suddenly, I felt nothing.” Fight Club ( @brokennccrown w/ Steve Rogers)

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist.” Begin Again

“(Veronica), you look like hell.” // “Yeah, I just got back.” Heathers ( @peter-is-the-best-avenger w/ Peter Parker or Tom Holland)

“Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.” Heathers

“But… I guess if I love you, I should let you move on.” 17 Again

“I want my life to be like an 80’s movie.” Easy A

“What makes life so hard?” // “People.” An Affair to Remember

“Have you ever been in love?” // “I think so.” Love, Simon (@fandomscombine w/ Peter Parker)

“I don’t wanna go.” Avengers: Infinity War (@fantasyizlife w/ Tom Holland)

“I don’t want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?” Avengers: Infinity War

“I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.” Guardians of the Galaxy ( @fantasyizlife w/ Shawn Mendes)

“You actually were telling the truth?” // “I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised.” Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest ( @fantasyizlife w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“I have what they call an unattractive face.” Gainsbourg: A Heroic Life

“Oh, somebody, stop me!” The Mask

“I didn’t come here to tell you I can’t live without you. I can live without you. I just don’t want to.” Rumor Has It ( @marcymakemagic w/ Peter Parker)

“Are you always this cocky?” // “Only on Tuesdays… and whenever beautiful women are involved.” // “So, you think I’m beautiful?” // “Actually… it’s Tuesday.” the Three Musketeers  ( @tomhollanders2013 w/ Tom Holland)

“I’m going to be a lady if it kills me.” Dinner at Eight

“Prove it…” Shane

“I’m sorry, (Dave). I’m afraid I can’t do that.” 2001: A Space Odyssey

“Kiss my hot lips.” M*A*S*H*

“You have my sympathies.” Alien

“Get away from her, (you bitch)!” Aliens

“You can be my wingman anytime.” Top Gun

“Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?” Batman

“Love your suit.” The silence of the Lambs

“Quid pro quo.” (= A favor for a favor) The Silence of the Lambs

“Always.” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II ( @peter-parker-life w/ Tom Holland)

Good luck, have fun! 

Tagging some peeps to spread the word because this is one thing I don’t want to die:

@tomhiddleston-is-myboo @tonyintexas @andwhatdostarsdobest @tomsfireheart @spinneret-holland @rainbow-marvel  @lovelyh0lland @de-lir-i-ous @peter-parker-life @tomhollanders2013 @tomhollandthirst @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @darlingtholland @sweet-pea-imagines @anxiety-in-a-getaway-car @manhoeparker @h-osterfield  @positiveparker @casuallytumblingdownthestairs @justmesadgirl @fandomscombine @tom-holland-and-textposts @my-current-obsessions-hehe (Sorry to bother anyone.)

[bipolarwitchcraft]

Awnser all the questions of the post you recently reblogged.

Yeet 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?-water bottles. I like metal ones. 2. chocolate bars or lollipops?-lollipops3. bubblegum or cotton candy?-cotton candy4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?-a pleasure to have in class and a creative writer. I wrote a lot of stories and was told by a few teachers I could be a published author when I got older. I hope they’re right. 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?-cans the easiest 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?-boho goth county would accurately describe me7. earbuds or headphones?-earbuds but not apple earbuds Bc they hurt8. movies or tv shows?-tv shows under 30 mins bc my attention span is 2 seconds (excluding the Orville and 911 bc those are amazing shows)9. favorite smell in the summer?-well water and main and tail shampoo10. game you were best at in p.e.?-volleyball. If I didn’t have to play 2 sports to be in athletics I would have played it in high school. 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?-I don’t eat breakfast usually at school but when I work at camp I’ll usually have 2 eggo waffles and peanut butter maybe with a plum or something 12. name of your favorite playlist?-drive songs 13. lanyard or key ring?-key ring. I can’t stand having my keys on a lanyard 14. favorite non-chocolate candy?-Swedish fish 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?-the secret life of bees and of mice and men. They are the only two I actually read all the way through and didn’t sparknotes lmaoo16. most comfortable position to sit in?-completely slouched in a chair with on leg crossed 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?-my serape ariat cruisers or my berks 18. ideal weather?-70s to mid 80s with a nice breeze 19. sleeping position?-I’m a stomach sleeper lol but I usually try to fall asleep on my left side 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?-note book. My favorite are the 5-star note books. College rule. One subject. 21. obsession from childhood?-dinosaurs and rocks. Still relevant today as a geology major22. role model?-don’t have role models. They always disappoint. Just be a decent person and do what you enjoy. 23. strange habits?-I rub the corners of blankets and pillows and such on and under my thumb nail. But only my right. I also poke my tongue out of my mouth a little when I’m riding. 24. favorite crystal?-I’m a sucker for amethyst. But quartz is also a favorite. I have natural quartz clusters all over my backyard at home. 25. first song you remember hearing?-besides like baby songs it was probably something my dad was listening to so I’m going to say Loser by Beck or Sweet Home Alabama bc those have been staples of my life. 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?-ride and then immediately jump in the lake 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?-read 28. five songs to describe you?-I don’t know enough about myself to know what describes me but my favorite songs rn are ‘99’ by Barnes Courtney, Colours by Grouplove, Pumped Up Kicks by foster the people, Talk Too Much by Coin, and Broken by lovelytheband 29. best way to bond with you?-talk to me 30. places that you find sacred?-nature, whataburger at 3am, and my room 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?-I always feel badass when I wear my show chaps 32. top five favorite vines?-omg so many. Road work ahead, Adam, any from that kid that wear his hoodie and has his ears sticking out (snoooooooooop), well when life gives you lemons, you either kill your self or get killed what you gonna do 33. most used phrase in your phone?-lmaooo34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?-tide pods with gronk 35. average time you fall asleep?-midnight ish 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?-ummmm it was probably some iFunny shit 37. suitcase or duffel bag?-duffle 38. lemonade or tea?-sweet tea 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?-lemon meringue pie from Bluebonnet Cafe 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?-some much. Some let a rooster loose in the main hall and no one could catch it, some left stink bait in the locker and the whole school smelled, some just showed up and gave my ag teacher a calf, we had a interim principal who we called Bernie Sanders which he hated and sent out a announcement video telling us to stop and we only got worse 41. last person you texted?-my mom42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?-jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?-oof I’m a sucker for a cardigan 44. favorite scent for soap?-lavender 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?-fantasy 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?-over sized t shirt47. favorite type of cheese?-mozzarella 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?-I feel like I would be a strawberry bc im a strawberry blond/a redhead 49. what saying or quote do you live by?-sometime it just be like that 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?-this video has my gasping every. Single. Time. If you’re sad PLS WATCH: https://youtu.be/23B017ZVIx451. current stresses?-finals and getting my wisdom teeth removed 52. favorite font?-I only use times new roman lol I don’t type a lot 53. what is the current state of your hands?-dry but my nails are getting long which I’m glad about54. what did you learn from your first job?-I worked retail so I learned how to handle people at their worst lol 55. favorite fairy tale?-I like the Disney Rapunzel, but I also like the original telling if the little mermaid 56. favorite tradition?-watching the 24hours of a Christmas Story during Christmas 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?-self harm -body image -fighting 58. four talents you’re proud of having?-creativity through writing, riding, baking, common sense59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?-bro60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?-yoooo61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?-I’ve read too many books to have a favorite line from just one lol, but I heard “I’m a grown up ass man I can do what I want” on AP bio which was pretty funny 62. seven characters you relate to?-Nina Zenik from Six of Crows. That’s it. She’s the only one. 63. five songs that would play in your club?-I cannot stand clubs or bars so none lol64. favorite website from your childhood?-fucking moshimonster.com and girlsgogames.com 65. any permanent scars?-yep. I got burned as a baby and still have the scars on my fingers 19 years later. I have a lot more as well. 66. favorite flower(s)?-I’m more of a succulent person so cactus flowers 67. good luck charms?-I don’t really have any 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?-I had ranch flavored soda once so that takes it. But I don’t like cheap beer either. 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? -a daddy long leg spider is the most poisonous spider but their fangs are too weak to pierce human skin 70. left or right handed?-right 71. least favorite pattern?-houndstooth 72. worst subject?-calculus 73. favorite weird flavor combo?-hot Cheetos and sour cream74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?-575. when did you lose your first tooth?- 5 y/o76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?-mashed 100%77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?-jade succulents 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?-I like sushi from HEB 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?-school id80. earth tones or jewel tones?-earth times 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?-firefly 82. pc or console?-Uhhh idk??? 83. writing or drawing?-writing 84. podcasts or talk radio?-talk radio 84. barbie or polly pocket?-Polly pocket. Forbidden gummy 85. fairy tales or mythology?-mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes?-cupcakes with no icing 87. your greatest fear?-bugs crawling in my ear 88. your greatest wish?-to be successful and happy with a S/O and a daughter on lots of land89. who would you put before everyone else?-my parents 90. luckiest mistake?-There are no mistakes. Everything happens for a reason. 91. boxes or bags?-depends 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?-sunlight93. nicknames?-my dad calls me sissy bug and my mom calls me bamber and my friends call my dumb bitch lol so 94. favorite season?Spring or fall. They’re basically the same in Texas. 95. favorite app on your phone?-social media apps96. desktop background?-I don’t have a desktop but my laptop is just a pre downloaded galaxy ones. 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?-mine, my moms, my dads, and my dads business 98. favorite historical era?-ancient Egypt and the 60s