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Before we begin this years skeleton war I want to aknowledge all the breve skeletons that fought in the last war. We salute you!
Let us pray that one day these skeleton warriors will get to come home to their skeleton wives and skeleton husbands
And settle down with their skeleton families
Fucking Smitty Werberjaegermsnjensen.
nsfwarcanaconfessions is full of “i thought i was a sub all this time but then i met Julian” and “i never thought i was kinky until i met Julian” and it warms the cockles of my goddamn heart honestly
i’m just imagining ppl playing The Arcana like “w-what is this FEELING???” it’s the feeling of wanting to lovingly kick someone’s ass and it’s great
What about some RFA+ V and driver Kim reactions to Jumin and MC breaking the bed their first week after the Honeymoon? 😏 Thanks!!!
thank you for sending this!! feel free to send more requests as long as they fit my guidelines! im in other fandoms as well so please check it out if youd like something else!! this one’s a little short but please enjoy
RFA+V+driver kim reacting to jumin and mc breaking the bed early in their honeymoon
yoosung- omg he’s blushing and confused jumin why- honestly not really surprised - just gets really flustered and tries not to think about it but then he just thinks about it more- cant look you in the eye for a little while after you return
zen- highkey pissed- jumin yOU HAVE TO BE GENTLE- MC I TOLD YOU MEN ARE BEASTS LOOK WHAT YOURS DID- is grossed out tbh jumin stop- is just tryna make sure your okay but also kind of terrified
jaehee- k- ur my boss i didn’t need to know that but k- silently send you prayers- lowkey happy because it means he’s satisfied which means less work for her LMAO break it more
jumin- just keeps going lmaooo- buys another and it breaks again- honestly just amused and smirks at you- just moves to the couch or the table- it breaks too
seven- lolololololol- probably placed a bet that it would happen- knew before either of you told him and made fun of you for it- lowkey jealous lmao he’s so lonely- honestly doesn’t care he just makes fun of you forever
v- probably guessed it happened before jumin told him- slightly proud but also done- just laughs it off and moves on- may drop a bad joke or pun about it in the future- it probably happened to him before but he never said anything sjsjd
driver kim- its like 2 am and he gets a call- “can you go to ikea and buy another bedframe bc ours just broke”- “mr. han please what the fuck”- just wants to enjoy his freetime but gets dragged into more shit- not even surprised he’s just tired and wants to get paid more
Omfg...
Luxury
Summary: Picked up from the desert planet Altran, you were the prime gift given to Supreme Leader Ren. He saw a concubine, a pet, given for his pleasure. The underlying message was simple: you were to absorb his negative energy, and direct it elsewhere. No more destroying consoles. No more Force-choking officers during meetings. Well, no killing officers with the Force-choke during meetings. Either way, you were His, and when He wanted you, He would have you.
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fingering, Name calling, Inappropriate Use of the Force, fingering, slight nipple play, reverential fucking, crying on that cock, everything wrong with me in one ficlet pretty much, though a surprising lack of violence. Pure smut, porn w/o plot.
Pairing: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader
A/N: This idea came to me at midnight tonight and I sat up and wrote the whole thing in one night. It’s self indulgent garbage in its prime and I’m pretty proud of it. Enjoy! <3 (Also I know we all love the belly button high pants but they don’t really work for throne sex so lets pretend some space pants just have zippers for sake of my sanity.)
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Holy FUCK
of course i had to draw my boi Jumin ;)
Hhhhnnngggggggg 😍😍😍😍
[BLUE DAY] Seveny♥
#mysticmessenger #Seven #blueday Postcard preorder is opened at http://monei.storenvy.com Thank you so much for all the orders and support!
Of course gotta have some Seven ~_^
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I can lounge about at the pool in my monofin and be a beautiful lesbian mermaid hhhhh I need this
Subtle and beautiful i want 10
Gonna be strolling through pool wrapped in bisexuality luxury
at some point this will wind up being worn as a cape and I am 1000% okay with that
this would actually be safe to get for me bc my parents have like,,, zero knowledge of pride flags other than the standard rainbow one. and I could just be like “it’s a cool towel” and if anybody asked if it was a pan flag I would just smirk,wink, and walk away.
Can you do an aro one pretty please??
Here are two new additions!
New:
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These are amazing.
happy 20gayteen, beaches.
luna: my kink is when people genuinely care about my feelings and listen to me
pansy: too unrealistic. stick to bdsm like the rest of us
When the train arrives, Amanda is more than a tad confused.
There are abandoned train tracks across the town–the only ones for miles around–but this train–
This train is massive. It reminds her of the Polar Express story her mother used to read for Christmas. Amanda stands at the front, and when she looks down, she can’t see the end. The dark color blends in with the night air. Even the softly glowing lights emitting from behind closed blinds don’t help her. But even when she squints–nothing. It’s like it goes on forever, stretching across the world–the universe. Never ending.
The train looks fancier than anything in her town–more luxurious than anything her little family could afford.
But it’s here. Right in front of her.
She was just returning from her midnight walk to clear her head. Insomnia is like that sometimes, but now Amanda fears she hasn’t been getting nearly enough sleep. Or maybe it’s her new medication–were hallucinations a side-effect?
She can’t dwell on the topic long, because a door slides open, and a tall, thin man leans out. He looks unreal, with handsome features that mismatch with his gangly frame. He wears a five o’clock shadow and his hair sticks up like he’s been running his fingers through it.
He takes one look at Amanda and tsks. “What are you waiting for, my dear? We still have one more stop to go in this town.” He steps down and reaches his hand out. “Well, come on. You can fill out the information sheet on the train.”
Amanda feels frozen in place. She can hear her father berating her already, warning her of stranger danger. She’s never faced this problem before, coming from a town where everybody knows everybody.
“What?” Oh, yes, so eloquent. She should just run. Yeah, that sounds about right.
She twists on her heels, but the conductor grabs her arm. It isn’t rough–in fact, it’s more like a soft touch.
“We can take you anywhere, you know. Just hop on.”
Anywhere? That sounds tempting. And if this is a hallucination, Amanda might as well go through with it, right? No fun in running from something fake.
“Okay,” she says, and then she steps inside.
-
The inside is… soft.
The lights, the cushions, the gentle murmurs that fill each train. Everything is so soft–so comfortable. It makes Amanda’s eyes droopy.
“Remember to fill out the information sheet,” the conductor tells her, and then he disappears. Immediately after that, the train begins chugging forward.
There is a nearby seat, separated from the others a comfortable distance. Amanda sits. Suddenly, a boy swoops in, his dark skin reflective in the lights. His smiles is the brightest thing in the train cart. “Here is the information sheet, and several writing utensils. Pick one of your choice. The, uh, writing utensil, that is. The information sheet is mandatory.” He looks sheepish, but his smile is still nearly blinding.
“Uh, okay,” Amanda says, and then the boy disappears.
There are several questions on the paper, but most are crossed out. Only one remains.
What is your choice of destination? Remember, anywhere is allowed!
Amanda holds a pen along the provided line. The Bahamas? New York? Paris or London? She can barely even think of everywhere she wanted to visit while sitting alone in her room.
No–Amanda can only think of one place she wants to be.
The pen shakes as she writes, but then she’s done. The boy swoops back in, smile wide, and glances at her paper. His face wavers for just a second, but then he grabs the paper. “One second please, while I get the manager.”
“Um”–but he’s gone. Amanda lowers her hand to her lap, embarrassed. Her fingers curl together. They said anywhere, but she still doesn’t want to cause a fuss.
But this–this is the only place she wants to be, even for just a second.
-
Amanda feels like she waits forever, but soon enough an elderly woman hobbles her way to the seat across from Amanda. Gingerly, she sits and reaches out a wrinkled hand. “Ms. Tutti, if you will.”
“Amanda. Amanda O’Riley. Nice to meet you.” She takes her hand back. “And you’re the, uh, manager–of what, exactly?”
Ms. Tutti chuckles, coughs. “Ah, ah, don’t worry. Yes, I manage where we go, of course! And you, my dear, are already a special case. But now you wish for this–to travel back in time?”
Amanda nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then you must understand the rules, Miss O’Riley. Are you all right at following rules?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Amanda sits up straighter and begins twiddling her thumbs. Her father did always say she has a terrible fidgeting habit.
“Bah, enough with that ma’am junk. Makes me feel old.” Ms. Tutti shifts in her seat as the train slows down again. The conductor did say there is another stop in town. “Now, for the rules. Number one? You cannot affect the future. At least not too majorly. No saving a person, and most certainly no killing anyone. Two: You cannot stay for long. Remaining back in time too long often results in breaking rule number one. Three: Sharing is not caring in this instance. Do not tell anyone you have traveled back in time. It leads to all sorts of messes I have to go back and clean up.” She clears her throat. “Got that? Yes? Okay. Well, then I’m done here.”
Ms. Tutti shuffles out of her seat, but before she can make it too long, she stops and turns around. “Oh, and because you’re such a special case, Amanda, you are going to have to wait a long while before you can make it to your stop.”
Amanda leans out of her seat. “Yes, m– I mean, okay. I can do that.”
Ms. Tutti nods and continues on her way.
-
The train crawls to a stop. It isn’t jolting, like Amanda thought it would be, but it is sudden. She knew there was another stop, but she forgot how small her town is compared to the train. The power is to move the train must have been immense. She wondered what they used.
The conductor’s voice travels through the door. “Come along now, madam. The train for anywhere and everywhere is about to take off. Mr. Allan will show you the way. Yes, yes, Mr. Allan, show her right through that door– Yes, ma’am, you heard me right–anywhere you desire.”
The door in front of Amanda slides open, and the young boy followed by a frail, sickly woman walk through.
“Mrs. Walker?” Amanda asks. “Is that really you?”
“Why, Amanda!” Mrs. Walker hurries forward. “You just visited me in the hospital yesterday. What are earth are you doing here?”
“Ah,” Mr. Allan interrupts. “She’s a special case, madam. Now, if you will, your seat is down here. You may continue your conversation after you fill out your information sheet.” He gestures Mrs. Walker forward. “Come come, now.”
While Mr. Allan walks Mrs. Walker away, the face on Amanda’s must have been confused enough to make other people worried about her. A middle-aged man leaves his seat and plops down in front of her.
“You really have no idea what’s going on, huh?” He twirls his overgrown goatee around his thick fingers.
“No, not really. And Mr. Allan seems… busy.” Amanda hesitates. This not-hallucination is starting to seem all too real. But Amanda–Amanda doesn’t feel worried. Even though she has no idea what is going on, the whole atmosphere–it feels soothing without being smothering. She may be antsy, but that’s because she is meeting so many new people all in one day. Where she’s from, she’s known practically everyone since birth. No new people to meet–ever.
“Could you explain for me?”
The man leans back in his seat, stretches; he looks completely relaxed, while she feels like she must act overly formal in her ratty sweats and T-shirt she wears to sleep.
“Why, sure.” He waves his hand around. “Most of these people here are dead–maybe even all of them.”
Amanda blinks. Her heart stutters, mouth dries. “Are you–are you saying I’m… I’m what?”
A panicked look crosses the man’s face. “No, uh–gosh.” He rubs his face. “How do I explain this? Now, don’t feel offended, but I kinda… kinda listened in on her conversation earlier. And I’ve been on here a long time. Special case can mean anything–anything but already dead. You could have gotten lucky and your wish upon a shooting star is coming true.”
Amanda did make many wishes on shooting stars–well, one wish every chance she got.
“Look, this train”–he waves around again–“this train is the way to heaven, but everyone gets to go somewhere beforehand.”
How strange, Amanda thought. It isn’t a stairway to heaven. It’s a train.
“That totally makes sense,” she says, straight faced.
“Really? ‘Cause I thought the lady that told me was loony at first. I was like, ‘No way, I’m not dead.’ But, y’know? I got over it. Not that you have anything to get over, but–”
“No, it’s fine.” She smiles, but it feels fragile. Mrs. Walker had been very sick, stuck for days on end in their tiny hospital. Her partner was just getting ready to transfer her to a better one. Amanda had only visited her the once. Now she’s dead. Amanda wonders where she’s going. She had always talked about visiting her family’s old home in Germany.
Amanda looks up at the man in front of her. He’s rubbing sweat from his palms on his faded jeans. “I guess this is like a last wish type of situation.”
He perks up, points at her. “Yeah, kinda like that exactly!” Then he peers around her. “Ah, gotta go. My stop is coming up. But if you have any questions, pretty much anyone here can answer them!” He stands up, giddy. “Off to Tokyo! I didn’t practice all that Japanese for nothing after all!”
Amanda closes her eyes, remembers how he said he’d been on the train for ages. She thinks about her destination. When she finally blinks them open, the man is gone.
-
Amanda is tired. It is the middle of the night.
She closes her eyes.
-
Amanda wakes up occasionally–eats, drinks, drifts off again. During that time, more people get off, even more get on.
She’s been gone from home for days, she knows. She wonders how worried her father is. She wonders if time even works the same way on this weird, magical train.
-
Her head hurts.
She thinks that’s part of the reason why she’s been sleeping so much. She asks around when she’s conscious, but no one else suffers from headaches or migraines.
“We’re all dead,” they say. “What’s left to hurt.”
It at least assures Amanda she isn’t dead. Maybe she just needs to get out of the train–be outside again.
-
The train is empty.
The once frequent chatter is long gone, and only Amanda remains. The train stops. The door slides open.
“Are you ready?” the conductor asks. Amanda’s head pounds, but she nods. She’s wants this more than anything.
Mr. Allan shows up, his smile soft. His teeth aren’t showing. Even Ms. Tutti is there to send her off.
She says, “I’m ready,” and steps outside.
-
Amanda is seven again.
Young, fresh, unhurt and unscarred.
And there stands her mother–frustrated with little Amanda’s temper tantrum, with her refusal to give her mother a goodbye hug.
Amanda wants that hug more than anything. It’s the last thing her mama asked of her before she died.
She only wants to be held in her mother’s arms.
“Mom!” she cries, and runs, runs, runs as fast as she can toward her mama.
Mama looks confused, but she kneels down anyway.
Amanda crashes into her, squeezes hard. She thinks long and hard about that number one rule, and if breaking it is worth it. It sure seems like it.
But in her mother’s arms, one last time–Amanda can let go. She can release her pent up guilt, her anger. Amanda relaxes in her mama’s soft, comforting arms. Even her headache dissipates.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“And I love you too, sweetheart,” Mama says.
They hug one, two, three short seconds longer. The train wails. Mama can’t hear it, but Amanda can.
“Have fun on your trip, Mama,” Amanda says–but she knows. She knows Mama never makes it.
Mama pets her hair. “I’ll be waiting to see you again.” She kisses Amanda’s forehead, and then she’s opening the car door.
Amanda runs back to the train. Before she reenters, she turns around and waves at Mama. Mama waves back, blows a kiss.
Amanda catches it and holds it close to her heart.
-
“I’m sorry,” Ms. Tutti says. “You were in a coma. And now…”
“I’m not.” Amanda had felt this coming. “I’m dead.”
“Yes. Again, I’m very sorry. But now you only have one more stop.” Ms. Tutti’s watery smile makes Amanda cry. Her father must be so devastated.
Amanda will wait for him up in heaven.
-
The train comes to a stop.
It’s strange, as stops are mostly made in the dead of night. Here, it is bright outside. The ground looks soft, likes clouds.
And it’s loud. Heaven is bustling.
“Goodbye, everyone,” she says, waving.
“Farewell,” the conductor says.
Mr. Allan and Ms. Tutti wave.
Amanda exits the train one last time.
-
The brightness almost hurts her eyes.
She has no idea where she’s going, can barely see anything. So she just walks–any direction, whatever feels right.
But then there is a hand on her arm, and she’s pulled into a hug.
Her Mama’s hug.
“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart.”
“I have too,” Amanda says.
The hug lasts one, two, three more seconds.
Longer.
(But it’s okay when the hug ends–because now Amanda can get one whenever she feels like it.)
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This is the scene where M’Baku calls out Shuri during the challenge. I love that everyone surrounding her snaps to action, but please check out Shuri’s body-language here. Look at her face. She is looking M’Baku dead in the eye. Her stance is open and relaxed. She’s not the least bit intimidated. Also notice that Shuri’s mom and most of the Dora aren’t pointing those vibranium spears at M’Baku. They are effectively holding Shuri back. ….Just something to think about.
Because the only reason Shuri isn’t the Black Panther is that she all the work involved would take away from her time making shinies and more shinies and MOAR shinies…
Keep Quiet
ONESHOT
Summary: Study sessions are boring. The option is to tease your boyfriend to amuse you, but the little teasing in the library gets a lot out of hand.
PAIRING: Loki/Reader RATING: NC-17
Entry for @angryschnauzer’s Lust Actually Smutty Writing Challenge! — College/Library AU — @feelmyroarrrr
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how to know if tumblr has been eating your asks: send yourself anywhere between 5-10 asks, ( anon or not ) but have each ask be nothing but an order in which you sent them.
i.e: the first ask says ‘1′, the second says ‘2′, etc etc.
i sent myself ten of these, both on anon and not. This was all i received back:
Tumblr is now eating asks along with notifications. We must be more interactive than ever if we want keep this form of entertainment we call the rpc. Go ahead and warn your friends or test this for yourselves.. This post is reblogable.
I just sent myself five of these. none of them came through.
I just did this myself last night and out of the ten ask I sent myself only one came through.
Please know if I’m not responding to you, your ask, or your messages, I am not willingly ignoring you. I am however doing my best to try and stay in contact with everyone.
okay welp i just tried it and only the last one came through so if i ignore your ask:
1. it didn’t go through (message me or send it again)
2. i’m a lazy bitch and i’ll get to it eventually
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I AM HAPPY TO SEE I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT THIS HAPPENS TO BUT AT THE SAME TIME VERY UPSET THAT THIS HAPPENS
Guys you gotta message me and let me know if you sent in a request and I didn’t see it. I want to make sure I have them and do them when I can!
Just tested this, and only got the 8th one back. So if you haven't heard from me, that's why.
Mystic Messenger Opening chiptune arrange (2017/10/26) Link : https://youtu.be/JCytHKrfZ8M
I LOVE THIS IS IT DOWNLOADABLE TO BE A RINGTONE CAUSE I WOULD LOVE THIS
Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.
I’m pretty sure he would also have recommendation letters from Rubeus Hagrid, the retiring professor, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and a very confusing one from Puddlemere United player, Oliver Wood, saying that he was one of the best Seekers he had ever seen.
Not to mention the fact that he flies back to England not on a broomstick or any other normal form of transportation, but landing on the Hogwarts grounds on the back of the largest dragon anyone has ever seen.
Reblogging again for that last addition.
Charlie: *glides in on a dragon* HELLO HIRE ME
Everyone: What the fuck
Ron: (in the background, mortified) this is normal
Charlie: hope you don't mind Minnie, but I brought the kids as well.
Minerva McGonagall: *looks down to see baby dragons in onesies* you know what, I think I'll retire now.
if ur hands are cold it’s just ur ghost boyfriend holding ur hand
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my feet are cold
