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[colorlessjay-destielblog]

SPN if Dean was openly bisexual

[livelaughwriteit]

Writing Sexual Tension

Some tips and tricks I’ve seen on Tumblr, on Pinterest or have learned the hard way while writing. These are pretty basic but sometimes basic is good!

Realizing they can feel the person touching them. Maybe they’re not touching but they can feel the warmth.

Accidentally saying something flirty and both of you freeze. Or saying something flirty and the other person panicking and running away

Eyes dropping to lips. Eyes looking them up and down. Eyes unable to look away. Eyes unable to make contact without blushing. Eyes are you best friend.

Mirroring. When people have crushes or like someone (or want someone to like them) they do what is called mirroring. If character 1 crosses their arms and character 2 has a crush on them, have character 2 cross their arms too.

New Girl taught me about toes. If their feet are facing you, they want to stay. If their feet are pointed away, they want to leave. I’ve found its not always true but its something you can mention or use.

Unable to stop smiling. Unable to stop laughing.

Touching the other one when you laugh. Touching them to move them out of the way. Touching them and not moving your hand away

Hugging them when you see them. Sharing a bed. Trying to be near them at all moments.

Looking at their lips and fantasizing about kissing them.

Watching others interact in some way with them or how they act around them and being super jealous, wondering why they don’t act that way with you.

[mysteryessayist]

────── KATSUKI BAKUGO HEADCANNONS ⋆˚꩜｡

- Katsuki Bakugo would pretend he hated the fans comments but smirked as he saw a comment saying “i know the sex is good.” Before liking it, making the fans go crazy.

- Katsuki Bakugo was surprisingly a lover boy. Swinging by to drop off some of your favourite flowers mid-mission. He loved reserving out theme parks, skating rinks, arcades—anything, just for the two of you. He would occasionally do skincare and face-masks with you but swear to his friends he would never ever. He loved watching Horror movies but would pause it and smother you with kisses if he noticed you getting too scared or uncomfy. “we don’t have to watch it, y/n. Plus, I have a better idea anyway..” he would smirk as he tugged on your thong, letting it snap back on your skin.

- Katsuki Bakugo would ALWAYS tell the press to fuck off if they were interrupting you, like that one time you were in a private, expensive restaurant for your anniversary and he’d caught a press member in the far distance posing as a customer as he snagged pictures of you on his iPhone and had told him to fuck off.

- Katsuki Bakugo loved fucking your face. Sloppily too. He loved wiping your tears and smudged mascara as his cum spilled out the corner of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin and all over his dick and balls. After a long day of battling villains, he looked forward to coming home and releasing all his stress in your mouth as your plump lips wrapped around his your dick.

-Katsuki Bakugo loved taking you from the back. He loved watching your ass ripple and recoil every time he tapped that ass—shit, he’d never get tired of it. Occasionally, if he was mad at you, he would pull you up to his level by your hair and whisper the most sluttiest things in your ear with each thrust. He also loves it when you ride him, groaning and smacking on your ass as you bounce on his cock. He liked missionary too, enjoying your fucked out expression as you squirmed under him, if he was really into it, he would turn it into mating press, pressing your shaking thighs towards you as he hammered at the perfect angle, bulbous tip reaching your g spot.

- Katsuki Bakugo loved you sitting on his face. He loved the taste of your arousal. “You taste so good, ma.”. He could eat you out for hours, claiming he’d die a happy man between your thighs. He loved having them around his head as he devoured you, occasionally biting and sucking them. He got so offended when you said you might hurt of suffocate him. “Do i look like a fuck’n weakling to you y/n? C’mere, put that pussy on me.”

[mary-cross]

Just playing around with Dulciter’s design. Hopefully I stop changing Dulciter all the time and stick to ONE damn design 😭.

[hisbodycorpse]

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[tomodachi-flipside]

Ideas for future Tomodachi Life games:

Miis with heterochromia

The option to change a Mii's nose color

Miis with vitiligo

Miis in wheelchairs

Miis with canes and walkers

More options for overbites and underbites

Bringing back the frying pan item

Bringing back the sewing machine item

Have the option to make babies grow up slowly or instantly

Bring back mini-games for babies that grow up slowly

Bring back the fortune-telling aspects from the first two games but make them actually relevant to the gameplay instead of it not affecting anything

BRING BACK JUDGEMENT BAY

BRING BACK THE CONCERT HALL AND LET OUR MIIS JOIN BANDS AND SING SONGS OMG PLEASE

Sleepovers (REAL ONES where they actually SLEEP OVER) and parties for Mii characters

This post will be added to as I think of more.

[haveihitanerve]

Something something something, Bruce gets gravelly injured somewhere in Red Hood territory and he finds him and freaks out and brings him to the Cave and threatens Dick and Alfred to save him now.

And Dick has some words to say.

"What?" Jason growled, sick and tired of the side long glances Dick kept throwing him, the furrow between his brows and the searching- detective- face he had on.

“No, no, it's nothing.” Dick said with a shrug. “Just… didn't know you cared. That’s all.”

“Well I fuckin’ do, alright?" Jason snapped, ignoring Dick's look and fixing the way the blanket was tucked around Bruce on the bed. His voice was too hoarse for his own liking. "So just back off.” He muttered gruffly.

“No.”

Jason blinked in surprise. “No?”

“No.” Dick repeated. “No I will not back off. Because this is my Dad we’re talking about and you have given him hell for the past few months that you’ve been back and it is killing him, but now- now when he’s physically hurt and it’s- for once- not your fault, you suddenly decide to forgive him and show up for him.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “So no. I will not back off. Not when, for maybe the first time, I am truly confident in the fact that Bruce is in the right.”

Jason stumbled back as though struck, but anger was already building, blocking out his guilt, steadying his footing. “You think he’s right?” He screamed. “He replaced me! He didn’t even last a few months-”

“Bruce loved you!” Dick roared. “He loved you more than anyone! More than he loved me.”

And there it was. He’d finally said it.

Jason scoffed. “Yeah right, Golden Boy. Bruce’s head is shoved so far up your ass you can brush his teeth for him-”

“He never adopted me.” Dick said darkly.

Jason blinked.

“He took one look at you and went ‘I want that boy to be my son. I want to be his father. I’m ready to be a father, for him.’” He shook his head, turning away.

“I was only ever his ward.”