#tysm for replying!

[atvrvxia]

&. @kiillmeromantically​

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                           “YOU WOULDN’T be imposing at all, esme,” he assured her quickly, throwing her a reassuring smile. “i think offering you to stay the night is the least i can offer.” she worked so many extra hours due to his crazy schedule. “besides, i have a guest room that you can use, and i can give you some clothes to change into so you’re more comfortable,” he added. he can’t admit that he had ulterior motives to having her stay the night. his daughter was fast asleep upstairs, and his wife won’t be coming back till next week. this was the perfect opportunity to make his move on the gorgeous young woman who had been the subject of his fantasies. 

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @wildhcrses )

easton nodded grimly, eyes watching the waves as they splashed against the shore. with the moon shining above them, he could see delphine's familiar features. “even worse. your parents and my parents show up to vacation with us.” at the mention of an immersion class, he contemplated how much he wanted to wing it in front of her. he had no idea what to do — it wasn’t as though he went around fake dating many of his exes. his only ex that even counted sat beside him, looking for answers. he didn’t want to hurt her again, but if they were going to convince their friends they were still together, they had to try harder. “for the rest of the time we’re here, we need to act like a couple essentially all the time. not when we’re in our room or anything, obviously but… any situation where someone might see us, we have to be on.”

[pcrfectcrime]

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mariah raised an eyebrow at harlow while she waited for the other to explain themselves. mariah wasn't the one to sugar coat things with, but she also wasn't the one to turn a friend away if they needed something. " what makes you think i would've said no? of course i would love to!" mariah was smiling this time. " tell me the time and place and i'll be there. and also the dress code cause the last thing i need is to be showing up in a battered shirt and jeans." she chuckled. // @silkchvffon

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

Lilac and maybe just a touch of Harlequin, affectionately of course

Thank you!!! It’s okay, I am a little insane 😂

[chloesimaginationthings]

i am not a very serious person

You know I feel like Michael Afton would be unphased being in the backrooms

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[peachfruitcake]

From late November

[vinnybox]

@momosweetpeach Your wisdom knows no bound 🙏✨

[smkndfbb]

a gift for @aanthirin ty for replying to every art piece i make in like 3 seconds <з

[moeblob]

Assassination Classroom (episode 1)

For those that don't know: I asked for random episodes from random anime to watch and then I'd draw a doodle from it. Thank you.

[earthly-apples]

12, Enjolras and Grantaire

12. What's a headcanon you have for these characters?

So we all know Enjolras was heavily based off Saint-Just, under the impression that he was an unrelenting archangel of the revolution. Hugo was heavily influenced by historians of his era (Michelet and Lamartine), and this impression of Saint-Just would reappear again in his later work, Quatrevingt-treize. I would argue that Saint-Just was rather different from the stoic image that Hugo describes in his works, even when under the consideration that most of the characters in Les Mis are highly symbolized. Saint-Just is very difficult to understand, not only because of how short his political career was, but also due to the fact that, after his execution, he was greatly demonized in Thermidorian propaganda. Current documents do give us a few glimpses of his inner thoughts, but it is far from enough for us to truly understand his personality even by a little.

What we do know, however, if he most likely lived, laughed, loved before the tumults of 1789. There was a rumor of him being in an ambiguous relationship with a girl from his hometown, he wrote plays that bore none of the clipped, serious tone so characteristic in his future speeches. L'Organt, an epic poem he wrote during his stay at the reformatory for stealing his mother's silverware, consisted of both political and sexual topics. He was capable of singing Italian airs during his lifetime. After his execution, among his confiscated properties, there was a flute.

While Hugo emphasizes Enjolras's virginity, I'd like to think that he actually understands--or at least has a vague idea of--the shittalking and the vulgar jokes from Les Amis. Sure, he'd probably not be very up to date with all the slang, but he should have a basic idea of it. I feel like this is also important for his revolutionary activities, especially in communicating with people of different origins.

So when Grantaire presents him with his suggestive jokes, Enjolras is probably not impressed. What a hopeless idiot, he thinks as he ignores him, again.

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I haven't made up my mind on whether Grantaire knows that Enjolras knows. He worships Enjolras, and idolatry is so easy to blind us all... :)

[atvrvxia]

&. @ungodlvhour​

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                            AGGIE GAVE him a once-over when he approached her. he was hot, there was no denying it. she sort of recognized him; some retired athlete and the boyfriend of her co-star. aggie honestly tried not to keep track of who was dating who. she had been in the spotlight for too long and she didn’t care about people’s love lives. she raised a brow at his compliment. it should be a red flag that the boyfriend was flirting with her. but aggie didn’t like her co-star. she was a huge diva and so she can’t say she’s upset with this turn of events. “thanks,” she nodded, giving him a small smile before leading him to a spot outside that was her go-to when she wanted to drink or smoke. she shut the door behind them and opened the bottle. “so what brings you here? shooting’s not done for the day yet,” she said, taking a swig from the bottle before handing it over to him. 

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Are there any triggers for your AK!Jason?

The real question is: is there anything that doesn’t trigger him? 😔 So much was used to make his life beyond miserable for over 487 days... so many things he will now forever associate with hell on earth...

Boisterous laughter (even grins make him uncomfortable for a time)

Blindfolds

Handcuffs

The sound of tape ripping

Face coverings (takes him a while to get used to wearing his helmet without triggering a panic attack)

Dog collars (Max wears a harness when they go on runs, and that comes off as soon as they get home)

Power tool sounds. This is another one he forces himself to "deal with" for the sake of his mission, but those sounds will always set his teeth on edge and his heart to racing.

Someone grabbing him, or even just bumping into him. Because of this he gets extremely anxious in crowds so he avoids them when possible.

Drugs stronger than Aspirin (though he will drink alcohol occasionally. I'll go more into this in another ask in in my inbox.)

Claw hammers. Any of the tools Joker used on him—crowbar, pliers, sledge hammer, nail gun, blowtorch, drill, jumper cables, etc.—make him anxious, but just the sight of a claw hammer will immediately drag him back down to that makeshift torture chamber; leave him frozen in fear, drenched in a cold sweat, numbness creeping down his extremities, blackness invading his vision, fighting for a breath in a world that suddenly seems devoid of all oxygen, heart racing so hard it's gonna explode in his chest, feeling like his world is imploding until he's left watching helplessly from outside of his body as the Clown brings down that hammer again and again and again, feeling like he'll never get back in, feeling like he'll never experience another moment without terror, feeling like he's never been more certain in his entire life that he's dying...

Clowns because he has to fight the violent urge to pummel them in the face until he knocks all their teeth out, until there's little more than a bloody paste and bone fragements left inside a hollowed out skull.

[diana-bluewolf]

I made a silly thing, hope you had a good restful time off and sorry to interrupt Chris and Ominis’s catching up time

- T

Isn’t it too hot in here? I blame global warming. 

Me: Boys, care to behave? 

Ominis: Hiss-sss-shhhsh-ssssssah!

Me: Jeez! Alright, I got it, no need to insult me!

It has been in my inbox since the day I returned from my little Tumblr break. After having a good laugh, I wanted to reply with a short, funny backstory. But something went wrong, and it somehow evolved into a oneshot that is neither short nor funny now and has a potentially triggering tag 🤣

After all, I'm not including that fanfic here because it got too off-topic, and I almost didn't write about your Fifth Year anything beyond what you have drawn to avoid OOC (basically, he appears in a cameo).

So I'm leaving this post as a joking one and will share the fanfic at the same time but separately without indicating that one of the characters is your MC in case you don't like it or don't want to read it (I don't want you to feel obligated to read it because, in the end, I wrote it for myself). 

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK IF ANYONE HAS ASKED YET BUT LIKE...WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY????

Today’s my birthday! 🎉

[moraxsthrone]

good timezone. i come bearing a humble gift to my fellow sister wife. have a good day <3

i saw this while brushing my teeth this morning and wanted to punch my fucking sink. 💀

IJJKKNNKGHHHN SISTERWIFE RIN! And a good daypart to you as well! 🧡

just for meeee??? 🥹👉🏼👈🏼 uuugggghhhhh him pulling his glove off with his teeth PLEASE I'M SO WEAK FOR THIS??

But also 👀😩😮‍💨 GODS now I’m thinking about the fact that you and zhongli have regular marking sessions. and i love how he's such a gentleman about it when he's still in full human form and composed.

(NSFW BTC. MDNI. MARKING. SCENTING.)

but once he starts moving inside you, what began as sweet little licks and nudges at your collarbone soon devolves into him flipping you onto your belly, pinning you beneath him as he mounts you. by the time his sweat-sheened chest is pressed to your back, he's got you by the nape of your neck, growling and drooling against your skin, his fangs holding you in place while he ruts into you with abandon.

you've already creamed his cock so many times, your body has gone limp at this point, perfectly content to let him have his way with you. to claim you. to mark you in whatever ways he sees fit. zhongli is your everything - just like you are his - and you trust him with your life. so you let him chase his release, your eyes rolling back at the sounds of his desperate grunts and deep, guttural groans as he owns your whole body.

you know he's close when his hips stutter against you and he quickly pulls out, and you can hear your slick as he jerks his throbbing cock behind you. a deep, blissful groan escapes him and zhongli's warm, thick cum streaks across your back in long, powerful spurts as he milks himself of his musk to lay his fresh claim. there's always so much, but he has to be sure that you've been properly scented. he won't be satisfied until you reek of his rich and distinctly pungent pheromones.