#smirks 14 emoji

[sanspuppet]

OMG 4 and 14 with Mingi i– his thighs are just so ughhhhhh {insert struggle emoji}

4_ “Why don’t we film it?” 14_ “Go on. Ride my thigh”

Mingi has always been a nice guy, but sometimes you noticed how addicted he is to the idea of you being his, his and only. He likes to let people know that you’re taken, so he doesn’t hesitate to be very touchy and close to you in public. The thing he likes the most, though, is to watch you getting desperate and whining on top of him, to see perfectly the effect he has on you, how little is enough for you to get over the edge because of him.

You’re both on your bed, your arms crossed around his tiny waist, as he strokes gently your hips. You suddenly sit on his left thigh, kissing him gently on his neckline, eventually biting, achieving from him soft, low pitched moans. Mingi giggles above you head, when a thought comes to his mind. He starts to rub his knee against your sensitive core. You whimper quietly, buring your face in the crook of his neck. “You like that, huh?” Mingi squeezes one of your tits to add more pleasure, despite the arousal in him is getting more noticeable as the fabric in the middle of is pants is adhering to his growing boner. Whines keep leaving your mouth as you rub yourself against his thigh, but you still want more, you want to feel more intense pleasure. “Take off your clothes, princess” Mingi whispers to you, his left hand caressing your side waist, while the other palms slowly his erection. You nod, raising your ass and dragging down your shorts, your naked breast popping out as he rips the top off of you. He breathes deeply next to your ear, groaning when he involuntary strokes his cockhead, sending him shivers through his body. “Why don’t we film it?” he smirks, sticking out his tongue before diving it inside your little mouth, that little mouth that always struggles not to choke on his big cock. You nod between the kiss, pulling out to take your phone from the nightstand, and give it to him. You wait a few seconds for him to open the camera and start recording as the flash points right on your pussy, accentuating the soaking mess you’re making. “Fuck, so wet for me, huh?” his finger slips easily into your cunt, stroking joyfully your folds as he enjoys to tease you, he pulls out not long after. Mingi nods, looking at the phone screen to make sure it was recording. “Go on. Ride my thigh” you don’t waste a second before riding his leg, pleased moans are booming inside the small bedroom as you feel your clit stroking his skin. “So hot, baby. Go faster for me now.” You know that’s unbelievable you’re already on your way to reach your orgasm. He chuckles when you gasp, once he wraps his bony fingers around your throat, focusing on the way your eyes roll as you can’t handle the overwhelming pleasure of rubbing your throbbing cunt against his knee. “Come on, princess. Cum so i can jerk off on this later.”

You take a dozens of seconds before feeling the knot in your stomach releasing aroused shivers down your legs. You moan loudly his name, while he grips harshly your thighs along with decisive spanks on your ass. “Look at you, so pretty. To whom does your pussy belong?” he questions, still recording when he focuses on your fucked out expression. “To you” you murmur before collapsing on his chest.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez hard thoughts #ateez fic #ateez povs #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #ateez headcanons #mingi #song mingi #mingi smut #mingi fanfiction #mingi scenarios #mingi imagines #mingi hard thoughts #mingi hard hours #mingi fanfic #mingi povs #mingi x reader #mingi headcanons #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop hard thoughts #smut

[laniissocool]

starboy

pairing(s): jack champion x actress!fem!reader

warnings: none really ? she/her pronouns, fem reader, cursing, mentions of stabbing and scream VI spoilers i think ? also not proof-read and lowercase intended !

a/n: hi everyone !! so this is my first fic and i do plan on doing a second part. i really am more of a reader than i am a writer so please leave criticism in the replies !! also instead of y/n or reader i use just a blank (___) so let me know if i should change that and i dont know whether this is fluff or angst or like in the middle ? i’d say its a normal story but wtvr !! hope you enjoy !

you made your way onto set. you walked with your tote bag thrown over your shoulder, phone in hand as you walked pretty fast without looking up. knowing how clumsy you were, you were surprised you hadn’t bumped into anything yet. or maybe anyone. you got a text and opened as fast as someone could blink as soon as you saw the name. 

jackkk💫:

R U Coming to set yet?🎥

you:

omw !! ready 4 me 2 stab u ?🔪🔪🩸

jackkk💫:

As ready as I’ll ever be😵‍💫

you asked jack if he wanted you to show him how to turn on all lowercase, but he refused. he said typing like someone’s dad is cool.

you caught yourself smiling at your phone before turning it off and looking around as you walked. 

a few minutes later you made it to your trailer. you walked in and turned on the light, cracking your knuckles then tossing your bag on the small couch you had. you took your phone back out and texted jack.

you:

i’m here in my trailer, come get me ghostface👻👻

seen at 1:14

you thought it was sweet that there was a mutual thing between you and jack where it was completely needed and necessary to end all texts with an emoji, if either of you couldn’t find one you’d have to call or send an audio message.

about an hour later, everyone got their costumes on and ready to film. you were so thankful that the character you played, Elena, gave off the same vibes as you, so, you could dress her yourself. sometimes even with your own clothing. maybe it was your face ? you were very pretty, after all. a kind of rarer pretty, like a magical pretty ? but it definitely was not just your conventional attractive pretty. everyone got on set and you saw jack for the first time that day. you ran up to him and hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist, in a friendly way. he hugged you back and you pulled away after a few seconds. 

“ y’know, i think you’re a pretty good-looking killer “ you said to him with a soft smirk. 

you guys always flirted with eachother, not even realizing. 

“ why thank you “ he said in a weird accent. 

before you started filming the prop guys had to fix some stuff so you guys got a quick break. you walked over to jack’s trailer, which he wasn’t in and sat down eating some gummies you found in your bag. after a few minutes jack comes inside without making noise since the door was cracked open already. he closes the door behind him silently and sits right next to you. he peeked over onto your phone as you played your favorite game. even though it wasn’t really fun to watch, he was insantly interested in anything you were. you didn’t even realize he was there because of how into it you were, besides, he didnt make a sound.  you noticed when he reached over to your bag of Haribos to get one. you jumped and almost dropped your phone.

“ shit, jack ! fuck ! you scared the life out of me “ you said with your hand that held your phone up to your heart. 

he burst out into a fit of laughter.

“ your- “ he couldn’t even speak without laughing. after about a minute or two of him laughing wiping his tears and you staring at him like he’s insane he finally says something. 

“ your face, ____ your face ! you looked at me like i’d just stabbed you ! “ he said, still with a smile from ear to ear on his face.

you looked at him with an unimpressed look on your face, scoffing at him as you bit back a smile. 

“ it wasn’t even that funny, idiot “ you said as you ran your tongue across your teeth trying not to smile. he saw right through you.

“ you wanna laugh so badly, don’t you ? ” he said as he looked down at you. you looked up at him, with a soft smile on your face. you laughed a little too as you had to give in. the room went silent and awkward as you’d looked at each others faces for a few seconds. unconciously, you both leaned in. you looked at his lips and your full lips parted a bit. your heart was pounding but you didn’t know that his was too. your lips touched and your hand travels up his chest to the back of his neck, sliding up to grab a handful of his curly hair. you pulled him closer and before you knew it you were turning your head into the kiss. both hands around his neck now as you tugged lightly on his brown locks. then you realized. you really realized. you were close to, but not quite making out with jack champion. he was your starboy. you’d never believed it, even if you told yourself from this morning that you kissed jack champion for a good, 30 seconds, you wouldn’t believe it.

you opened your eyes and they widened, looking back at him. his cheeks a flushed, rosy color. as were yours. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

you got up and he did as well after you, towering over you. he looked at you with eyes that were saying that he wanted you to say something. anything. you couldn’t. physically, nothing could come out. you had no idea what was going on, you never thought of jack in that way. or, well, in the way that you would kiss him for almost a minute straight kind of way. you walked out practically running to your trailer. 

all jack could do was watch, he was frozen and just as, if not even more shocked than you were. as you walked you remembered all the times you were around him. you’d get butterflies. he could be in the same room as you and you’d get butterflies but you’d labeled it as ‘nervousness’ for ‘no reason’. but it’d only ever happen around him. him. then you realized, the non-purpose flirting, the butterflies, the need to be around him. you were inlove with him ! god, how didn’t you notice before. that’s why everyone would look at you too with funny eyes whenever you’d flirt without knowing, thinking it was a friendship thing that only you two did around each other.

everyone probably definitely knew. they knew how you felt before you did. you opened the door to your trailer and locked it. you sat down as thoughts raced through your mind. how would you tell him ? how would you tell jenna and devyn and liana ? did he like it ? did he mean it how you meant it ? was it just a kiss for him ? .. is jack inlove with you too ?

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x fem!reader #jack champion x actress!reader

[bellaaae]

Yn tells us about herself [19.6M views]

“Hi!” Yn said and waved to the camera.its her form of greeting.

“If you don’t know yet i am a member of newjeans” Yn briefly introduced.

“Today I will be answering questions about myself,so you can get to know me better!” Yn said smiling.

“Lego!” Yn said and swifted her hands pointing to the side.

Q1

What is your full name?

Yn chuckled.” This is a very easy question,my full name is park Yn”

Q2

How old are you?

“I’m currently 14,going on 15 meaning I’m born in 2009” yn answered another easy question.

Q3

Do you have any siblings?

If you do are you allowed to reveal their names?

“Yes I have 2siblings,an older brother,His name is park sunghoon born in 2002,An older sister born in 2007 named park Yeji”

Q4

What are your nicknames?

Yn laughed.”I have so many….Angry bird,Youngest park,Newjeans youngest child,Short Maknae,Kitty Park…..” she paused trying to remember more.

“There’s still more but I can’t seem to remember lol”

Q5

How tall are you?

“I’m 159cm tall,People are often shocked by my height because of my age.They said people my age are usually taller because of puberty ” yn said smiling emphasizing the puberty.

Q6

What are your positions in newjeans?

“Newjeans doesn’t actually have official positions but we do when recording and dancing…..Mine is main dancer,main rapper,Centre and maknae” yn explained to the camera.

Q7

What’s your favorite food

“Umm I don’t have a favorite food,I love all food but maybe sushi since it’s what minji unnje loves making for use” she said thinking.

Q8

Favorite color

“Easy Blue” Yn responded smirking.

Q9

Emoji that’s your personality

Yn smiled looking at all the board of emojis.

She searched through it and finally found her emoji. “Oh! This one!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“😼🤨,Cheeky and sometimes sus,but I’m also very nice and sweet” Yn told the camera giving it a look.

Q10

Favorite song?

“Umm…Ah!” She said thinking then hitting her head.

“I have so many” she stated before thinking again.

“But (y/favorite song) is the best” you said giving thumbs up and nodding.

Q11

Would you classify yourself as the chef of the group?

“Me?” Yn asked shocked.

“Hell naur…..I can’t stay in the kitchen for 5minutes without Burning or messing everywhere” you explained chuckling.

Q12

Your MBTI?

“ENTJ,Shocking right?” Yn asked raising her eyebrows.

“People say I look like an introvert someone quite like Haerin unnie” you spoke.

Q13

Your favorite member?

“What kind of question even is this” Yn looked at it shock.

“It’s obviously all the members,I love them all for different reasons” Yn said smiling.

The staff were shocked at the duality of this child.

“Thank you so much for asking me to be a guest and I hope you’ve known some informations about me” Yn said giving a heart sign.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

#newjeans #newjeans reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans fluff #newjeans yn

[konigsblog]

14, 16, 25, 29 with valeria? ur an amazing writer and i think you portray valeria to a T !!

maybe reader is her cat girl :3 or puppy, whichever u prefer !!

- 🔮 (i be requesting sometimes so i might as well give myself an emoji :3)

PET PLAY WITH VALERIA ⭒ slapping, choking, fingering, pet play with valeira garza...

a/n: THANK YOUUU!! i'm so glad you're enjoying my posts, and i'm happy that you think my portrayal to valeria is accurate <33 sometimes, i struggle writing for her, but hearing this is enough motivation to continue!! 🐚🐚 –

prompt list, minors do not interact. 18+

༉‧₊˚. VALERIA who adores your struggled moans; grasping at her wrist as she wraps her fingers around your throat, squeezing it tightly while easing a few digits into your slick cunt. valeria's lips curl into a smirk, laughing as you whine and mewl under her grasp. occasionally, she's slap you - atleast whenever you're misbehaving, a slap to your wet pussy silencing you, or across your pretty face, making you cry. you feel the way she fucks her long fingers into your cunny, thumb teasing your sensitive and sloppy clit, curling inside whenever you've misbehaved. “chica codiciosa.. deja de moverte, deja de retorcerte, eres una puta sucia, todo para mí..”

she already placed a plug, similar to a cat's tail, and tugging on it whenever you move away. she'll yank in it, emitting a breathy, needy moan from your swollen lips. “good kitty, that's it, good job...” her praise caused you to pulse around her digits, struggling to breathe as she continued to add more pressure 'til you're gagging. she let go for a second, giving you a second to breathe before knocking it from your lungs with a hurtful slap. it stung. ached. you whimpered, crawling away before she bent you over, easing her wet and sticky fingers back inside your greedy hole, slick dripping down her hands as you fucked yourself back on them, earning yourself a spank as he degraded you for being so greedy. :((((

translation: “chica codiciosa.. deja de moverte, deja de retorcerte, eres una puta sucia, todo para mí..” — “greedy girl.. stop moving, stop squirming, you're a dirty whore, all me..”

#orla speaks #fem! reader #female insert #valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria x you #valeria el sin nombre garza #valeria garza x you #valeria garza x reader

[kicktwine]

HELLO ummmm Alphinaud and Alisaie, 4, 5, 14, 23!

Strelitzia 5, 8, 12?

Hope you're having a good day!

gwah hello i am! it’s also busy so these are great to think about in between travel time yeehaw

4. HMMMM. i don’t know… they like, belong in a video game. I think if i could put them anywhere i would put them in a DND actual play show, I’d love to see them riff on each other.

5. I don’t have anything serious here. It’s all silly. Roleplaying Game by soramafuurasaka

14. Alphinaud would INSTANTLY go for dark fantasy academia that nerd BUT crucially he doesn’t like impractical clothing and he doesn’t care for being edgy, so it would be all fancy things he can run in. Gilded, but he can roll up his sleeves and get into something. I would love to put him in pirate clothing though. dawntrail cmere i also want alisaie in fantasy pirate clothing (the rapier speaks for itself) though i think she would enjoy cowboy rogue nonsense too! A big brown duster coat, vest, frilly shirt, torn pants, belts, Big Boots. yeeaaahhh big smirk

23. UE UE UE

O-O (from the academia eorzea manga which is. Cute)

Strelitzia!!!

5. Oh shoot. I don’t think i have one specifically for her… but i have a playlist for khux. I’m gonna say first thing i think of is come little children by erutan

8. KHUX FANS ARE CHILL MOSTLY i like many interpretations of her however. Kh fans. You MUST DESPERATELY know who she is please know who she is. she’s so cute and weird and yells because she forgot to say hi to you and has a million plants she is so unique and precious. She’s also a ghost or something she got murdered. You must desperately watch khux (gun emoji)

12. i always headcanon that she likes bugs. she’s a bug girl. She has jumping spiders and shows lauriam a praying mantis she found and puts centipedes and caterpillars outside. She feels bad about killing aphids

#ask game #ask #breezy-cheezy #stormblood #shadowbringers #eepy. Eepy twins. This image made me teakettle noise

[abigail-nicole]

tgcf live read, part 5

in which the author moves her live-tweet of Heaven Official's Blessing, Tian Guan Ci Fu, all-around perfect novel and joy to everyone who reads it, from twitter (beta, qi rong, ruined by cryptobros and billionaires) to tumblr (alpha, hua cheng, shitposting for 10+ years and chaotic neutral). please buy officially licensed Heaven Official's Blessing translations from Seven Seas, enjoy the beautiful official donghua while we can get any smidge of gay representation out of mainland China, and enjoy!

initially live-tweeted 3/29/2020:

oh my god there’s a pregnancy episode. You know I’ve never counseled any of my patients on the grudge that could be left by an aborted fetus

Xie Lian faking pregnancy Im here for this

Oh!!!!! This is great!!!!!

Xie Lian has a ghost baby who’s waiting for him to transition & get pregnant CLEARLY THE ONLY EXPLANATION

I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

I cannot wait to see the art for this??? It’s gonna be Exquisite

UNEXPECTED!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH SCREAMING SO LOUD I STARTLED THE CAT

Wasnt chapter 95 of mdzs ALSO A KISS CHAPTER

*incoherent noises* jgk fed gjbcgjkjfdhioollllojhghsadfsdff

(archivist note: my favorite fan cosplay photo art of this moment)

Oh my god xie lian REACTS SO POORLY WHAT A DUMBASS

The ghosts offering to help Hua Cheng rape someone is NOT funny but it made me laugh out loud

well now this is just

I’m gonna start counseling my pts on the spiritual strength of their fetuses. The strongest is clearly that lady who got shot in the uterus at 14 wks and made it to 28 weeks

Obstetric cultivation is my jam y’all

THEY'RE JUST HANGING OUT TOGETHER! BORROWING CLOTHES FROM EACH OTHER!! SOFT BOYFRIENDS!!!

Hua Cheng: i can cook for you

Xie Lian: no, let’s go out to eat

Hua Cheng: ......... you asked for this

oh to be Hua Cheng, smiling, watching your boyfriend eat

Xie “I JUST TELL THEM I’M IMPOTENT TO GET WOMEN TO LEAVE ME ALONE IM REALLY JUST GAY” Lian

Hua Cheng here like (smirking emoji x3)

Oh my god boyfriend calligraphy lessons SOFT...!!! SOFT!!!

I vehemently disagree with this “this father has to be included in the ghost fetus rights” case but that’s my own business

everyone: why the FUCK do you have this sword oh my god

The last time we saw e’ming it was shaking in sadness that it had hurt Xie Lian and I’ve cried in my heart every second from then until now

MY TWO FAVORITE WEAPONS ARE FIGHTING????? NO THEYRE BEST FRIENDS!! RUOYE & EMING OTP

YES PET THE SWORD ITS A GOOD SWORD GOOD SWORD

every time they hang out im just like......yes....pure oxygen, clean water, pollution disappearing from this earth....

Yes e’ming ruoye weapon pet otp

Oh my god this Which Weapon Pet Will Help More With Cooking is Exactly what my soul needs in these trying times.... I’m so blessed.....

Xie Lian - Wei Wuxian - being terrible at cooking

this is COMEDY GOLD

Hua Cheng: *doing dishes*

Shi Qingxuan: WHAT THE FUCK

Qi Rong: IM A FIERCE GHOST TOOOOOOOOO

Xie Lian: *hiding*

This is the best dinner party

This is the best fucking dinner party scene in any book I have ever read

Honestly the book could end right here. This scene is the Blessing in the title Heaven Official's Blessing

Shi Qingxuan is gonna go back & tell everyone they ate dinner with Hua Cheng and No One is gonna believe it

Poor Shi Qingxuan Lolololol

Awwwww theyre finally exchanging phone numbers!!!! also lol @ xie lian’s little joke here

can’t wait for the scene where they start flirting via communications array & shi qingxuan is staring back and forth at them & shouting at ming yi WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE RIGHT HERE WHAT ARE THEY DOING GET A GODDAMN ROOM

ugh I’m so happy to stop on this note & look forward to reading tomorrow & not having to pick up in the middle of Tragedy Book 2 (& apoarently also Tragedy Book 4). In conclusion Hualian is the Real Official Blessing We Made Along The Way

OMG I SAID THIS SCENE WOULD HAPPEN also i cant wait to find out hua cheng’s password (narrator voice: she would be disappointed)

Shi Qingxuan: i made them strip but oh god he just admitted he likes xie lian NOW its weird

Hahaha just wait till this is a sex thing (smirk emoji)

I also get bored and play dress up in the middle of hostage recovery

to be continued in part 6!

#tgcf #tgcf liveread

[mrchickenthegod]

I made robert smirkes 14 into emojis‼️‼️‼️

And most of them are more conceptual

So

It was

Difficult

#tma #I like it tho #my favorite is the flesh OFC #like #look at it

[mewtonian-physics]

character ask #12-14 for raikov !

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

uh. i mean it's me. i have ten billion headcanons for this character. i have a discord server of headcanons for this character. anyway eva theory is real and true and if kojima disagrees that's a him problem. also he reads a lot and that one's barely even a headcanon considering the library is a stop on his route in mgs3 :) what IS a headcanon is that i think he likes mystery novels

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

the sparkle emoji! also the smirk emoji. like i don't think he would actually use them but they remind me of him and if he were the emoji-using type then he would use them

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

mix of quiet luxury and dark academia imo

#ask #anon

[projectthauma]

gwah gwah. this is stan you can contact me here, date's 3/14. this weeks been crazy let me extend that reserve for wolfwood pretty please. also :smirk emoji: my bday should totally be updated to 29!

haiii, stan!

happy birth :party_face:

your wolfwood reserve has been extended until 3/21!

#stan #reserve

[fortheloveofwonderland]

☁️👅🎓⛴😵‍💫💦 😮‍💨 and maybe virgin!spence

ILY and your fics are 😍

Hello my dear! I hope this was the kind of thing you were looking for! I think this is the first I’ve written virgin! Spencer without virgin reader so I hope you enjoy! Kind of very soft Dom reader.

Spencer would have been like 14 in college so this is during one of his PhD’s (I imagine he is 21 while reader is 18 ish) Minors DNI.

Send me emojis for my milestone celebration and I’ll write you a blurb.

🎓college AU

⛴ Sub! Spencer

😵‍💫 over stim

💦 cum play

😮‍💨 breath play

Summary - one tiny taste has Spencer Reid worshipping at the altar of you.

CW - swearing, meet awkwards, virgin! Spencer, sub! Spencer, Spencer’s a little quick on the draw, breath play, use of “good boy”, cum play, over stim, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), fingering

Word Count - 3.5k

Milestone Blurbs Masterlist

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Worship

Not my gif

Fluff and smut - virgin Spencer

🎓college AU

⛴ Sub! Spencer

😵‍💫 over stim

💦 cum play

😮‍💨 breath play

Riding his bike through campus and listening to the crunch of fall leaves under his tires, Spencer Reid found himself smiling.

He was just a few weeks away from completing his third PhD in Engineering and once that was through he planned to move to DC and work for the sought after Jason Gideon at the BAU.

Life wasn’t perfect, far from it. His mom wasn’t doing so well and he worried what her fate might be when he left Las Vegas behind him for the east coast.

But this was a job of a lifetime and there was no way he could let it slip through his fingers. His mom would understand. Or more likely, his mom wouldn’t even notice his absence.

He focused his mind on the sound of the leaves crunching beneath his bike, a small commodity that made Spencer inconceivably happy.

He loved fall. He loved to watch the change in nature as it rolled in and the trees darkened before wilting, their leaves spiralling down to the ground to make way for new sprouts.

There was something hopeful this time of year. Spencer never quite knew what it was but fall excited him.

He was so hyper focused on the crackling of leaves he didn’t notice someone step into his path until he was imminently about to hit them.

He panicked and swerved the bike straight into a bench. The bench and bike collided and Spencer was thrown over the handlebars into a pile on the grass.

“Ouch.” He moaned, rubbing the back of his head wishing he hadn’t foregone a helmet this morning.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing the grass stains off his jeans.

When he looked up, a curious set of eyes were looking back at him.

“You ok?” You were leant up against a nearby tree, a book open in your lap.

Spencer blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah.” He croaked, feeling his cheeks flush a dark crimson.

Spencer felt like a complete idiot. Of all the people he could have taken a tumble in front of, it had to be the girl he’d been crushing on all year.

He’d never spoken to you, never dared to. You were so beautiful he wouldn’t even know what to say to you.

You pushed yourself to your feet and came over, picking up some errant books that had fallen out of his bag before holding your hand out for him.

Spencer chewed on his lip and politely took your hand, letting you help him to his feet.

“Testing some kind of gravitational pull theory?” You smirked at him, handing him the books.

“Something like that.” Spencer picked up his bag and stuffed the books back inside.

“You’re the kid doing the PhD right?” You smiled at him and Spencer felt his knees practically give way.

He’d argue that he wasn’t a kid, he was twenty one, older than you, but instead he shrugged.

“I guess.”

“You must be some kind of genius to be doing a PhD at your age.” You nudged him in the arm.

“It’s actually my third doctorate.” His cheeks burned at his admittance.

“No shit.” Your eyes widened. “I’ll be lucky to make it through my bachelors.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

You shrugged and waved a dismissive hand.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” You smiled at him and Spencer felt like all the stars aligned at that moment.

“Spencer.” He scuffed his toe awkwardly in the grass.

“Are you going to the party tonight Spencer?”

“P-party?” Spencer did not get invited to parties.

He also didn’t get spoken to by pretty girls, so maybe his luck was changing on all accounts.

“Yeah, you should come.” Your eyes sparkled and Spencer didn’t think it was possible to say no to you.

“O-ok.” He nodded.

“It’s at the girls' dorms, fourth floor. Hopefully I’ll see you there.” You gave him one last bright smile before turning on your heels and sauntering away.

Spencer watched you go in complete awe of what had just happened.

Had he hit his head so hard he’d imagined that? Surely there was no way you had just invited him to a party?

But on the off chance this had been real, he was most certainly going to go.

***

It was hard to say exactly what had happened between Spencer turning up at that party and now sitting on your bed in your dorm room.

He hadn’t been drinking so that didn’t explain it. Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he’d realised.

Or maybe you were so electrifying he lost all concept of time around you?

One minute he’d been talking to you, having to yell to be heard over the music and the next you’d taken his hand and were running down several flights of stairs.

He wasn’t exactly well versed in these kinds of things but he was sure there was only one reason a girl would invite him back to her dorm room.

And that both excited and terrified him.

“Did you have fun tonight, Spencer?” You sat down next to him on the bed and he swallowed.

“Uh…yeah.” He could smell your perfume and he felt a heat rising in his chest at the close proximity he found himself in with you.

“Do you want to have some more fun?” Your lip turned up at the corner and you leant in close to him.

Spencer closed his eyes as he felt your breath on his face. One of your hands cupped his cheek and just as your lips were about to graze his he whimpered, “I’m a virgin!”

Just like that.

You suddenly sat back and stared at him wide eyed.

“Oh.” Your demeanour switched in an instant, shuffling back a little. “Oh.”

Spencer slapped his palm to his face wishing a hole would open in your floor so he could just disappear.

“That was a really unsexy thing to say, huh?”

You surprised him when you chuckled a little and he removed his hand from his face so he could look at you.

“I mean, the timing was weird.” You smiled at him. “But uh…good to know I suppose.”

“Do you want me to leave? I should probably leave.” Spencer went to push himself up but you stilled him with your hand on his thigh.

“Why would I want you to leave?” You frowned curiously at him, keeping your hand on his thigh.

Your touch alone was enough to make his crotch twitch.

“I just…I figured…”

Your hand moved a little higher up his thigh and Spencer lost his trail of thought. Clearly you could see the effect you were having on him as you smirked.

“Are you waiting for, like, a reason? Religious affiliations? The one?”

“No.” He shook his head, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

“So you’re not opposed to…losing your virginity?” Your hand got higher still and you must be able to feel he was completely standing to attention now.

“Not in the least.”

“Well then, I certainly don’t want you to leave.”

With that Spencer found himself being shoved back to the bed and you quickly climbed on top of him and fixed your lips together.

He gasped at the feeling, allowing you the chance to slide your tongue in his mouth.

You held his face in your hands while Spencer kept his hands awkwardly at his sides.

He really didn’t know what to do. He’d watched porn, sure, but he didn’t have any practical experience in this field.

So he let you take the lead. He was powerless to do anything but.

You kissed him deeply, grinding against him causing him to moan into your mouth. Even fully dressed this was the closest he’d ever come to someone touching his cock.

When you sat back, he whimpered a little at your lack of touch but was grateful for the chance to breathe.

You looked down on him with a smirk as you quickly pulled your t-shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor.

Spencer blushed instantly at the sight of you in your bra and averted his gaze.

You laughed softly, cupping his jaw and turning his head back to look at you.

“You can look at me, Spencer. Even touch me.” You told him, as his arms were still plastered at his sides.

“Oh. Ok.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth but he didn’t move.

“You do want this, don’t you?” You suddenly frowned.

“What? Of course I do! I most decidedly want this Y/N, trust me. It’s just…very new territory for me.” His blush deepened.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re so…beautiful.”

“I was a twelve year child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school. Girls did not look at me.” He sighed.

“Well I’m looking at you. And I like what I see. But I want to see more of it.” You grabbed the hem of his shirt and he arched his back to help you rid him of the offending item.

It joined your shirt on the floor and he blushed once again while you looked him up and down.

He was painfully skinny, surely that wouldn’t be appealing to you?

But the way you were looking down on him, biting heavily on your lip and your eyes so dark they were practically black, told him otherwise.

You let your fingers run down his torso, your touch featherlight and leaving goosebumps behind in your wake.

Spencer let out a shaky breath at the sensation of someone touching him this way. He was so hard it hurt and he worried that he may come way too soon.

You placed your hands flush on his chest and bowed your head to his ear.

You nibbled a little on the lobe as you whispered, “take my bra off, Spencer.”

He whimpered pathetically and slowly raised his hands for the first time. He cautiously ran his hands over your back and up towards your bra clasp.

He was so nervous his hands shook violently and he fumbled with the clasp. It took longer than he was proud of to finally get it undone.

You rewarded him with a few kisses on his neck before you sat back and pulled the garment off your body.

Spencer moaned at the sight of your beautiful breasts and an animalistic urge took over and he instantly raised his hands and palmed them.

You smiled at him, giving him an encouraging nod as he started kneading them in his large hands.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” You praised him.

He bucked his hips, relishing the praise and he dared to tweak your nipples between his slender fingers.

You gasped, rolling down against him and making him whimper.

You could tell by his flushed face and heavy pants that he was probably already close. You didn’t want to embarrass him by having him come in his pants.

You surprised him when you pulled away from him, jumping up and standing over him. His eyes were heavy and full of lust and confusion.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Get your pants off.” You demanded, working the button of your own and sliding them down your hips.

Spencer whimpered again, staring at the black lace panties you wore under your jeans.

“I said, pants off.” You spoke sternly and Spencer nodded dumbly as he fumbled with his own buttons.

Once you removed your panties Spencer could barely breathe let alone think. He tried to focus on getting his own pants off but the sight of you was dizzying.

You chuckled a little and decided to help him, tugging the last remaining article of clothing down his legs and tossing them away.

His cheeks were redder than ever now he lay completely naked in front of you. But once again, you looked more than pleased by what you saw.

“So pretty.” You cooed as you climbed back on top of him.

Spencer gasped loudly when your wet pussy rubbed over his shaft and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“F-fuck.” He stuttered.

You smiled at him, he was truly so adorable.

You bowed your head and plunged your tongue inside of his mouth again, gliding over his cock a few times to tease him.

Whilst you kissed him, you took hold of one of his wrists and guided it between your legs, pressing his index finger against your clit.

You both moaned in unison into each other’s mouths.

You let go of his wrist hoping he could continue on his own. Thankfully he did.

He rubbed the pad of his finger in little circles on your clit, absolutely mesmerised by how fucking wet you were.

His cock was throbbing beneath you and he really wondered how long he could hold out for. And when your small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft he all but screamed.

“Jesus.” He mumbled as you tore your lips away from his.

You smirked at him as you brought your hand up the length of his cock, swiped your thumb over the head to collect his precome and then descended again.

Spencer was shaking beneath you, still trying to make you feel good with his fingers but he couldn’t think straight.

The only person to ever touch his cock was himself. And it never felt anywhere near this good.

He had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and his breath was ragged. You knew he wouldn’t possibly last much longer.

With one more stroke of his dick, you let him go and gently guided his hand away from its place between your legs.

“Are you ready?” You smiled down on him, kneeling up a little.

“I-I think so.” He nodded.

“Don’t you worry about anything, ok? I’m going to make you feel real good.” You took hold of the base of his shaft again and lined him up with you.

Spencer gripped the bedsheets and prayed he didn’t come the second he was inside of you.

You were slow and cautious as you lowered yourself on his length. You wanted to give him a chance to get used to it so you let him disappear inside of you leisurely, inch by inch.

Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head the second his head entered you. The noises coming from between his pouty lips could only be described as sinful.

His face, neck and chest were bright red and you could see his whole body heaved with heavy breaths.

Once he was all the way inside of you he looked back at you, wide eyed like a puppy dog.

“How do you feel, baby?” You cooed.

“G-good. G-great.” He nodded.

You smiled a little dangerously and when your hand wrapped his throat he didn’t understand what was happening at first. And then you applied pressure, squeezing his windpipe and using his neck to steady yourself as you started moving.

“Good boy,” you smirked as he gasped for air. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You started riding him, faster and hard than he could probably take. But every time he felt himself slam back inside of you was like an other worldly experience.

Your grip on his throat tightened and Spencer gasped to try and breath but your hand was heavy on his windpipe.

You bounced up and down on him, eyes fixed on his so you could see when to loosen your grip.

His eyes bulged slightly and you quickly loosened your grip on him, focusing on fucking him as he panted and gasped to try and refill his lungs.

His chest heaved up and down but before long your hand wrapped back around his throat again.

“Good boy, that’s it, keep your eyes on me.” You moaned as he slammed against your g spot and kept your body angled that way to repeat the action.

Spencer’s face turned from red to purple and a few tears escaped his eyes.

He opened his mouth a few times but he couldn’t speak due to the lack of air.

When he closed his eyes and he started shuddering beneath you, you knew why and you quickly let go of his throat.

He was gasping and mumbling incoherently as you felt his whole body convulse as he came inside of you.

“F-f-fuck.” He whined, still trying to stuff air back into his lungs. “I-I…fuck.”

The lack of air made his orgasm even more pleasurable, better than anything he’d ever felt before.

His head was a complete mess and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

You slid off of him, laying down next to him in the small single bed.

You cupped his jaw to make him look at you.

“Are you ok?”

“Hmmm.” He mumbled. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to…so soon. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” You shushed him. “But you have made an awful mess.”

“O-oh!” He flushed again. “Oh gosh, do you have something I can clean up with?”

Your eyes were dark again and you smirked at him.

“No, but you do.” You gripped his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip, hoping he got the idea.

Judging by the way his pupils blew out, he did.

“I-I…”

“I let you come inside of me Spencer. It’s only polite if you clean up after yourself.” You gripped his shoulders and manoeuvred him so he was on top of you.

Spencer was still a little light headed from his orgasm and restricted breathing which allowed him to focus a little less on his nerves.

He moved down your body and hissed at the sight between your legs. His come was dripping out of you and soaking the sheets. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen.

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer and Spencer’s animal side returned, replacing any nerves he felt as he dove between your legs.

His tongue lapped all the way through your folds, collecting his own come on his tongue.

The combination of both of you on his tongue made him moan against you as rocked on the bed beneath him.

He’d see enough porn to know what to do, so he settled his tongue on your clit as he buried his face into you.

Your moans were like a melody to his ears and it caused his confidence to grow. Your hands found his hair and got lost in the thick locks.

He lapped through your folds again, loving the way his come tasted between your legs.

He worshipped you with his tongue. You were his altar and his tongue was his sweet prayers. He devoured you, eating you out like his life depended on it.

When you came, you tried to push him away but Spencer was too far gone. He kept up his ministrations on your clit whilst two fingers dove inside of you, fucking any of his left over come back inside of you.

“F-fuck Spencer! It’s too much!” You tugged his hair but he kept going.

His fingers plunged in and out of you, curling inside of you while his tongue never let up.

Spencer was a man possessed. He decided then and there his new favourite thing was eating pussy. Nothing had ever felt so fucking glorious as tasting you.

You were writhing beneath him, so over sensitive but Spencer showed no signs of slowing down.

You felt dizzy, like your whole body was on fire.

Spencer didn’t stop until your second orgasm washed over you and by the time it did, you forcibly pushed him away.

He raised his head to look at you, his mouth covered in a sheen of arousal.

He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

You had tears rolling down your cheeks but a sleepy smile on your lips.

“My god Spencer.” You breathed, reaching for him to pull him close but he nervously moved out of your grasp. “What’s wrong?”

His face was bright red again and he gnawed on his bottom lip.

“I uh…I enjoyed that a lot.”

“Me too. So what’s the problem?” You laughed a little.

“Uh…I enjoyed it too much.” He averted his gaze, feeling the sticky patch on the sheets where he’d come whilst eating you out.

“Oh baby.” You reached for him again and pulled him close to you. “It’s ok. If you enjoyed it that much, I won’t stop you doing it again. Just not right now.”

He nuzzled his head into your chest as you wrapped him in your arms.

“I would worship you anytime Y/N.” He whispered against your tender skin.

“Maybe in the morning I’ll take you up on that.” You chuckled sleepily, placing a kiss in his messy hair.

Spencer’s dick twitched at the mere thought. How was he supposed to sleep with thoughts like that in his head?

Soon enough your breathing got drawn out and he knew you were asleep.

Spencer just had to contain his excitement until the morning when he could do it all over again.

Spencer had never been a religious man, but he would spend the rest of his life worshipping you if you let him.

You were Spencer’s divine being, and he’d pay homage to you with his mouth every chance he got.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #build a blurb #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: DAN AND PHIL BLINDFOLDED MAKEUP CHALLENGE

Date video was published: 03/12/2015 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 262

I love Dan doing something silly for charity! Also his promo tweet for this was one of his (several) uses for the gay couple emoji to represent him and Phil, so there’s that.

0:28 - ahahaha, “no interest” but the format of this makes it obvious he’s at least watched some other videos of this challenge

0:38 - “I’ve only got one” ...of course if it’s something strange/out of his comfort zone for his channel, it’s got to be Phil. Also Dan calling him his “designated friend” in the description is great.

0:40 - love the matching t-shirts. love the expression on Phil’s face as he says he’s not ready. Love Dan’s soft smile as he listens to Phil.

0:48 - wtf is Phil’s little eyebrow-flick and smirk after the jump cut here

0:51 - shocked Dan went to shop for this in person actually, instead of online. also YES at the annotation

0:56 - Phil is not paying enough attention to the difference between the eyeshadow and the blush here...that will become an issue, lol

1:00 - Phil’s face while staring at the blindfold is something. Also “that’s going to be difficult” burn. 😂

1:05 - why is he acting surprised at what the material is made of? They’ve had that at least since THE WARDROBE when Phil ties it around his head. Also Dan with the gentle helping. And that annotation. 😳 This is a moment.

1:22 - yep, there we go. I love that Dan doesn’t tell him, but let’s the audience know.

1:25 - of course Dan didn’t think to get brushes or anything. Just going straight in with the fingers and face-touching. Dan is immediately amused.

1:35 - the fact that the one makeup term they seem to really know is “contour” is hilarious to me

1:45 - so soft at Phil testing how sharp it is on his own hand first before putting it on Dan 🥺 Although they already did eyeliner somewhat recently in Dan and Phil PUNK EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

1:52 - wtf happened during this jump cut that Dan ended up with it on his glabella and nowhere near the other eye?!

2:07 - love Dan’s amusement here and the teasing with the fast-forwarded editing, planned in the moment

2:27 - “illuminating” lol, the words/phrases they’ve picked up from whatever tutorials they’ve watched before amuse me

2:37 - and now we have Phil going into “I’m a little shit” mode, which is great. He is bored with actually trying, apparently. Also “to make up for the droop” what.

2:52 - yep, now he’s just trying to mess with Dan 😂

3:00 - putting the lipstick out that far, I can’t believe it didn’t break immediately

3:20 - I love this so much. I’m sure this is something Phil saw his mum doing and remembered!

3:31 - “enjoying this power too much” ...yep

3:39 - only Phil would think of this at that point, especially with the lipstick. “This is what you signed up to.”  😂😂

3:48 - Dan actually sounds somewhat sincere with that compliment. And psychic Phil here, when putting highlighter on your ears (though not lipstick, lol) will become a thing in the next couple years 😲

4:08 - Phil is me when put under pressure to think of a word I should know

4:17 - honestly, Dan is brave letting Phil near his eyes with all of this with Phil’s clumsy track record. The trust is there. Also, what is this face from Phil. 😳

4:31 - out of everything, Phil somehow had the best aim when going for his eyebrows. This is now his third use of “contour.”

4:45 - the reveal moment is great. And Phil tongue-thing!

4:56 - ooo, yikes, just finger marks down his face lol

5:08 - sure, Phil “fairly” maybe for the first couple of things... Dan apparently doesn’t need help with the blindfold.

5:18 - Phil has to test that of course

5:26 - #spon lol. I do love that they make it obvious that they know exactly how ridiculous it is sometimes, which means I somehow never get annoyed with them spon-ing their merch.

5:50 - why does Phil continue to face straight forward; he is not making it easier for Dan even a little bit

5:57 - Dan is doing a lot more touching with both hands to try to get things in the right place

6:02 - unnecessary zoom-in on Dan’s “shhhhh”...

6:04 - he really does stick two fingers right in Phil’s mouth 😳 And very over-the-top reactions. I apologize for this screenshot.

6:14 - and the little nose boop here. Phil is right about the open-mouth eye makeup.

6:30 - oh, Dan is actually attempting to use the eyeshadow applicator here

6:45 - love Phil’s reaction to how he looks already

7:02 - again, wtf happened during the jump cut here. Suddenly Phil has much much more on his cheek.

7:08 - seems to be some sort of little check-in tap here from Dan after Phil says “oh my god.” They are constantly making sure the other person is okay, even in the midst of filming.

7:15 - Phil is so disappointed, lol at the side-eye and Dan’s smug face even with the blindfold

7:22 - why would Phil even ask that?! what even is this conversation.

7:35 - pretty sure Dan knows perfectly well what he’s doing here too. Payback for some of what Phil did.

7:53 - love that Phil didn’t correct him here either

8:07 - yeah, waaaaaay to much lipstick up out of the tube

8:25 - this whole lipstick part is so messy in every way

8:36 - Dan is much quicker with ripping the blindfold off than Phil was. The reveal parts of this video are my favorite.

8:42 - “I look like I just ate someone’s neck” ...of course, Phil. I get more The Joker than a vampire.

8:47 - the synchronized lean-in

8:53 - love that Phil did a pout. Love that Dan noticed in the viewfinder and called him out on it.

9:02 - Phil with the burns in this video

9:08 - they seem to be having such a good time filming this one too

9:11 - until this moment, maybe

9:20 - I want to know if they actually phoned a friend or just googled everything. That is a mess.

9:27 - Phil panic-cleaning the carpet (which is what he included in his promo tweet). With a cleaver. 😂 Yeah, definitely some Google-ing going on. 

9:39 - Phil with that makeup holding the cleaver is terrifying, actually.

9:53 - love the behind-the-scenes of the selfie-taking. Dan posted the selfie on his Instagram.

10:03 - hahahaha, poor Kath. Dan found that hilarious.

10:37 - Phil’s deadpan “I’m really glad this will be on the internet forever” is great

I love this video a lot, if that wasn’t obvious, lol. Sometimes I forget about it in favor of more recent videos, but it’s such a good one.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #phil lester #dan howell #daniel howell videos #DAN AND PHIL BLINDFOLDED MAKEUP CHALLENGE

[ghost-party]

Hello, Hello 👋

Can I have from the valentines prompts number 14 for Gojo Satoru?

Thanks for requesting, anon! I hope you enjoy. 😁

Warnings: playful wrestling, swearing, some insecurity and self-consciousness (with a little angst)

• • •

Gojo + “play wrestling”

You always look forward to movie nights with Gojo. Even though he sometimes spoils the ending — usually because he’s desperate to complain about it — he never fails to make it a true at-home theater experience. Dimmed lights, buttery popcorn, all of your favorite snacks, both sweet and savory, cozy blankets... He’s a damn pro, and you appreciate his dedication.

Tonight, you’re curled up beside him on the couch, eating cup noodles while watching a horror film Gojo somehow persuaded you to give a chance. You’re too distracted by the jump scare you just know is coming, any minute now, to pay attention to what he’s doing... until you hear the telltale sound of a photo being taken.

You look up at him, mouth full of noodles, and see that his phone is poised in front of his face, pointing directly at you.

“Did you just take a photo of me?” you manage, pressing a hand against your mouth as you frantically swallow.

“Maaaybe.” He grins. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re adorable.”

“I’m in the middle of eating. There’s nothing adorable about that!” You hold out your hand. “Gimme the phone.”

“Wait a sec,” he says, tapping away at the touchscreen. “I’m almost done with this Instagram post —”

You set your cup noodles on the nearby table and shoot him a warning look. “Satoru, don’t you dare.”

“Ooh, but which emojis should I use? That one might be —”

You lunge at him, but he’s too fast, already up and around the couch as you hit the pile of pillows he had been lounging on. As he laughs, you launch yourself straight over the back, catching him somewhat off guard.

You both tumble to the floor, but when you roll over, sprawling across him in an effort to reach his phone, he holds you back with one hand pressed against your shoulder.

You know that he could use his infinity at any point, keeping you perpetually at bay with no need for actual physical interaction. But he’s enjoying this, and this realization is proved correct when he flips your positions, hovering above you with that familiar shit-eating grin of his.

“Give up yet?” he asks, dangling the phone just out of reach.

You’re running low on options, but you have one that might distract him just long enough for you to claim your prize... You reach up, grab a fistful of his t-shirt, and pull him down, angling your lips to meet his. 

He makes a noise of surprised pleasure and kisses you back, giving your bottom lip a gentle bite before eagerly exploring your mouth with his tongue. With his body flush against yours, you can feel his heat warming your skin, even through the thin layers of cotton separating you.

When he pulls away, he gives you a dreamy stare. “You’re giving me whiplash, pumpkin. That was one hell of a kiss.” But then he smirks. “Nice try.”

“Satoruuu,” you whine, tired of this game — and, admittedly, distracted by the feeling of him lying on top of you. So much for distracting him instead...

“You can keep the photo,” you relent, letting your head drop back onto the floor. “Just... please don’t post it? Seriously, I know it’s probably hideous.”

His expression changes so quickly, it nearly gives you whiplash. “Don’t say that,” he says quietly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. “You’re never ‘hideous.’ Ever. It’s just not true. You should know by now...” He lightly kisses up your face, lips feather-light against your cheekbone. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

You’re on the verge of telling him he’s biased, that he doesn’t see you the way you think other people see you — or how you see yourself, picking out flaws in the mirror.

Seeming to sense this, Gojo returns to your lips, kissing them with a gentleness that has you wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him as if he might disappear at any moment.

He pulls back just far enough to gaze into your eyes, white hair falling forward and tickling your brow. “I love you — everything about you, the good, the bad, the in-between. Honestly, you’re too good for me.” Seeing the skepticism in your expression, he asks, “Have you met me? Perfect in many, many ways —” he ignores your snort of laughter “— but admittedly obnoxious, petty, immature, impulsive...”

“You’re remarkably self-aware,” you teasingly murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Ever thought about trying to improve on those things?”

“Nah. It’s too late. I’m already set in my ways.”

“I guess you are lucky to have me.”

He beams down at you. “That’s what I’ve been saying!” As he rests his head on your shoulder, he continues, “I won’t post the photo. Even though it is, undeniably, very, very cute.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll just keep it for me, so I can gaze upon it lovingly whenever you’re not around.”

“I had no idea cup noodles did it for you,” you joke, turning to kiss the side of his face.

“You do it for me,” he corrects. “With or without the cup noodles.” He squeezes you tight. “I really do love you — more than anything. And I mean it. You’re it for me.”

Feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you, too, Satoru.”

#valentine's day event #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

[the-sinking-ship]

Tag!

Tagged by @tackytigerfic @iero0 and @maesterchill, thanks friends!! I loved reading your answers!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

12

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

376,879 (but that’s gonna jump WAY UP as soon as I get my Big Bang posted! *rubs hands together*)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Well, if we’re being honest, many. I may or may not have a couple pseuds gathering dust somewhere. But there was a minute where I wrote SPN fic. Now I’m just writing HP.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Criminal, Stupid Love, Chasing Dragons, Intention, Sweet Indulgence

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I… usually don’t. HEAR ME OUT. I have reasons: 1) I don’t know how to reply to compliments because on the inside I’m screaming in joy, but on the outside, I’m grinning awkwardly with too many teeth in the sort of way that makes you want to back away slowly. 2) My natural response of Asldfjsoleijfaj thank you :sobbing face emoji: doesn’t come close to expressing the actual gratitude I feel when people take time out of their day to tell me their favourite lines, the places where their hearts stopped, the way they stayed up all night to finish a story. So no, I don’t respond to comments. But I do read them. Multiple times. I carry them with me and reread them when I’m feeling low or questioning why the hell I ever thought I was any good at this writing thing. My heart goes pitter patter every time I see that little AO3 notification in my inbox, even if I never know what to say in response.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

NONE. ONLY HAPPY ENDINGS IN MY HOUSE.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

No, not really. I guess I did write a Drarry Clueless AU called ‘Tis a Far Better Thing, but I wouldn’t call it a crossover. More like an homage firmly grounded in the HP universe.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh sure, but nothing too drastic. I’ve received some distressed responses to the end of Criminal, which is ludicrous to me because I was quite proud of how that one wrapped up. Perhaps it just wasn’t what they expected.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*slow smirk* Yes. I write the smut. All the emotionally charged, highly explicit smut I can cram into a fic. In fact, I don’t have any intentions of writing smutless fic. For my stories, the smut is an essential device in expressing a character’s unfiltered perception of another character, of themselves, and their desires. And it’s hot. Love to read it, write it, everything. All of it. Give it to me.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No! Don’t do that! Not nice.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I’d love to!

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

*sigh* I mean, I write a LOT of Drarry. That was my gateway ship. But… can’t they all be my favourite? *Clutches Johnlock, Drarry, Destiel, Spideypool, Hannigram, Starker and all my problematic faves to my chest*

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. My first love with whom I have reunited at last.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I will pretty much always cite whatever my most recent fic is when asked this. But Chasing Dragons is probably my current favourite. I carved out a chunk of my soul and threw it at my laptop to make that fic.

I’m going to tag some people, if you feel up to it. No pressure, of course! And as always, apologies for any duplicates. @fw00shy @jackvbriefs @thusspoketrish @nv-md @lou-isfake @xanthippe74 @onbeinganangel @the-starryknight @ladderofyears @thesleepiesthufflepuff @peachpety @vukovich @wheezykat @drarryruinedme7 @pineau-noir

#tag game

[ask-runaan-anything]

Runaan@NYCC 2021 AU headcanons

If Runaan actually attended in person with the characters voiced by the VA's who will attend: gosh the muns got self-indulgent, this is long

Runaan leaves home for NYCC 2021 and sends Ethari a single Pleading Face emoji every time he thinks of him

Ethari gets 2472496 Pleading Face emojis while Runaan is away

Runaan brings his favourite book(s) with him to keep him company and also for Serotonin

Rayla mentions this to Callum

Runaan is all WHy did you Tell the HUMAN

but Callum did the exact same thing

Runaan is unexpectedly supported and he's not sure he likes it

they also make a plan for what he (and Rayla) can do if he ever gets very overwhelmed

Ethari@Rayla: Rule #1 is, do not let him shoot anyone

Rayla; *very serious nod*

he rehearses what he'll say at the panel beforehand, using flash cards

and some of the cards say things like "Thank you" bc Ethari worries he'll forget

Ethari color coding the flash cards for "Social" and "Informational" so Runaan can flip through them if he's put on the spot

he also asks Ethari what he can mention about him+what's off limits bc he doesn’t want to make Ethari feel exposed or anything

Runaan: please don't have a Q&A section please don't have a Q&A section please don't have a

host: so let's open it up for a little Q&A now-

Runaan, internally: *bleep*

Under the table he starts flicking through his flash cards

he doesn't realize there's no tablecloth and everyone can see him do it

he watches the recording of it later to find all his faults but Rayla sits right next to him and she's all, "Yes yes they saw you and guess what, no one assassinated you over it, it's okay!"

Runaan goes Soft™

it's like he can feel Ethari there with him through Rayla's words

he has to thank her but words aren't his style so he offers to let her drag him out of the hotel for the first time that trip

ten steps outside and he has regretti

but he promised and his honor is at stake now so he keeps going

Rayla takes him to a bookstore

its slightly outside his comfort zone but it's quiet, and the city streets are so noisy

Ethari texted her a list of recharge spots, and one was a bookstore, with a reading nook, so she takes him there and they curl up on pillows and hammocks for a while

Another time they go out to a coffee shop at 3am

Runaan sends Ethari a Pleading Face emoji

Ethari replies with “!!” and “IT’S 3AM GO TO SLEEP YOU HAVE A PANEL IN THE MORNING”

Runaan just sends him another Pleading Face

Runaan has noise cancelling earshrooms if he needs them

Ethari wears them while he hammers

Ethari sends Runaan jokes to distract him just before his panels start

And Runaan lies down at night to talk to Ethari with his phone near his ear so it feels like back home when Ethari cuddles him

Ethari sending his own homemade "good luck" memes just before Runaan’s panel, so Runaan can fall back on showing them to the audience if he gets nervous, which he does, and they LOVE it, and Runaan is like, “I can see my husband has some support in the human lands, I'll be sure to tell him,” and the room cheers and Runaan is like "Aaaaa this is making me feel so seen but also yes, my husband deserves all the support"

Runaan sleeps surrounded by like 8 extra pillows in the bed so he can feel as snuggled as when Ethari's actually there

and one is Ethari's

Ethari lending Runaan his scarf bc it smells like him

and Runaan not only sleeps with it right near his nose but he wears it during the panel

Runaan wearing his serious face at the panel and answering hard or angsty questions, and the whole time he has earshrooms in and their lil stems are pokin out of his ears

If Runaan is here then all the other characters with VAs at NYCC are also here, so it’s a panel of actual characters

Viren using chopsticks to try and steal one of Runaan's earshrooms out of unbridled curiosity, and Runaan just. takes them away from him. without looking over. and slaps them on the table like. no, bad human, do not steal my earshrooms while I'm talking.

Claudia's flipping through a book but it's a recipe book and she's looking up mushroom soup

Ethari made Runaan an anti-dark magic charm so he's safe and no one can use it on him, so he feels safe attending the panel at all

someone asking about Lachir and Runaan just brightening

also pspsps that person is @hoothalcyon

Runaan goes off for ten minutes unprompted and uninterrupted about his moonstrider, it's about as animated and excited as anyone has ever seen him

Clauds over on the side making big heart eyes

she asks if he has a picture and he says yes and she bounces over to him and squeals loudly

Rayla texts Ethari just then and Ethari gets a FaceTime call going so everyone can see Lachir in person back home, because ofc she is fine and alive

and Lachir looks derpily at the camera like "wat dis"

She do the blep, sniffs camera, makes it smudgy

Ethari laughing and protesting off screen

the entire panel and audience is all "awwwwww"

Viren loudly demanding a cute pet so people will like him too

Runaan does a discreet lil happy stim and it's so discreet that barely anyone catches it except one or two ND's who are like aaaaa

Rayla slipping behind Viren and putting an adoraburr on his ear tho

"One cute pet, courtesy of Xadia! You've had your Adorapox vaccinations, right?" she chirps sassily

yes the pox look like adoraburrs

you are very contagious and very adorable

Janai, someone asks her about Amaya and she gets flustered and Runaan feels seen

audience question during the Q&A: Runaan, who would win in a fight between you and Janai?

Janai, immediately: Me.

Runaan: Her.

Janai flexes, literally

Runaan is happy to give her the spotlight, which is why he lied, bc ofc he thinks he could take her, he'd do it at night and he'd steal her sword first, obviously

nowhere in the question did it say "fair" fight

Amaya is in the audience and she keeps signing flirty things at Janai no matter how loud the room gets or who's asking who what, and Janai keeps getting more and more flustered and distracted

Runaan has one (1) moment where he's actually relieved his husband isn't there

Ethari would want to tease him so badly

Q: Runaan, are you a good dancer?

Runaan: I'm passable, with the right partner.

Q: So can you show us some moves?

Runaan, blushing: Distinctly not.

whistling and clapping ensue

Rayla jumps up and grabs Callum's hand and says, "I can show you some moves!"

and they dance very sweetly and cutely with some basic Moonshadow moves

and Runaan is like "I can't tell if this is worse"

Q: Runaan, how did your marriage proposal go?

Runaan, after a long flustered moment: ...Successfully. *taps his horn cuffs*

Q from someone wanting to know how to follow Runaan on social media: Runaan, you're amazing, where can we find you?

Runaan: The Silvergrove, but you can't actually-

Q: No I mean, what if we want to follow you?

Runaan: You'd need to know the key dance, and that's protected information. Also, stalking isn't nice.

Q: But you stalk people.

Runaan: *dramatic eyebrows* And it isn't nice.

Next Q: Has Ethari ever gotten hurt, and what did you do?

Runaan: *crushes water bottle*

Host: Okay another question then!

his answers would be really short if he did not feel comfy interacting, which is probably most of the time

Rayla took away Runaan's bowblade before the panel started

Runaan: but that's my emotional comfort trick weapon

Rayla: No. Ethari's Panel Rule #1. No stabbing or shooting people.

they pass a weapons display in the artist alley and someone made a replica of the Bloodborne bowblade and Runaan’s like, hm that looks familiar

Runaan wandering the con and talking to all the cosplayers with cool looking weaponry tho

he takes pics for Ethari

Runaan wandering the con and asking Runaan cosplayers, "So who are you supposed to be?" bc he genuinely doesn't know

he doesn't think he should be in the pictures for security reasons but he takes pix of Rayla posing with everyone dressed as Runaan

social media gets flooded with pix of his hair from the back though

#itssosoft trends on Twitter

Rayla sets up a pic where half a dozen happy fans get to brush Runaan's hair at the same time, and he's stuffing his face with moonberry surprise so he doesn't get nervous

it actually makes him look happy and social and Ethari is like HOW, HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS, MAGIC

people shyly approach him and ask if he and Ethari can adopt them and he says yes

he ends up in a coffee shop zone with a couple dozen people gathered around and tells them the importance of found family in Moonshadow culture and he doesn't understand why they're all crying

Rayla teasing Runaan and telling him to tell a pirate story

Runaan is like, "Spoilers for Season 5"

some superfan nerd like mun tries to get him to admit how much he knows about Xadia and history and the show's plot, and he does that one line that all stabby people say. "I could tell you. But then I'd have to kill you."

he gets half a dozen volunteers and he is so concerned

Runaan, Protector of Secrets

Soren starts to spill about 14% of a secret and from across the entire con hall a green fletched arrow just zips by

Soren is like "You know what, never mind"

Cracky: Viren runs through the room looking for protection, and Runaan is like ugh fine who's after you this time, and Viren's all, "No one, my children are just being so silly and I just need a break for five minutes, can we please have a grownup conversation about something serious and angsty, please I’m actually begging you"

Runaan spots the adoraburr on Viren's ear and he's like, "Adoraburrs get lonely if they're alone," and he puts another one on Viren's other ear

and then a bunch more so they stack like a hairband and they're happier

Runaan just smirks and walks away

the adoraburrs start squeaking to each other and Viren is like, "Ugh, I preferred my children's terrible puns" and the adoraburrs get huffy and all hop down and abandon him

he does not in fact get adorapox because Viren believes in inoculation

some attendees would try to convince Runaan to "seek asylum" in NY and not return to Xadia or something, and he'd be like "But. Ethari."

they remind him that if he goes back he has to wait in a coin, and he doesn't get it

"Wdym. Ethari is there. Not here. I have to be there."

"BUT. COIN."

"BUT. ETHARI."

Rayla's like, I ain't Naruto running all the way back

She clicks a car fob and there's a *boop boop* noise

and this hovering coin like Tenser's Floating Disk shows up and they hop onto it and surf into the distance

Rayla shouts "SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR I KNOW WHO DIES AND IT’S-"

and Runaan is like "RAYLA DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO SHOOT YOU, I COULDN'T DO IT LAST TIME AND I CAN'T DO IT NOW, DON'T GET ME IN TROUBLE I SWEAR TO THE M-"

talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, everyone hopes they come back next year too

#NYCC 2021 headcanons #runaan #ethari #rayla #moonfam #viren #claudia #soren #janai #amaya #tdp crack #this is so self indulgent and we do not apologize pls enjoy

[kumkaniudaku]

Understanding

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17

Recommended Listening: Understanding x Xscape, Purple Emoji (ft. J. Cole) x Ty Dolla $ign, My World x Asian

Word Count: 2,137 

If you were going to win an award that afternoon, it’d be for attire, not confidence. Your expertly crafted golf outfit was the only thing willing your feet forward once you parked your car in front of Senior’s golf course.

Black women and men dressed like modern Jet magazine ads waltzed in and out of the clubhouse while you scanned the area for your party. You’d been to your fair share of golf courses, but none as exquisite as The National. Marble accents complemented modern brass finishes and unbeatable views of the city. The desire to take photos for your father was almost too much to shake, but you managed to play it cool. Acting out of place was surely some type of faux pas for the wealthy.

Across the way, Senior sat at the bar sipping a glass of water while thumbing through a newspaper. His furrowed brow was identical to Yahya’s whenever he was knee-deep in work or a good book. The mental comparison made you smile before ushering in a tinge of sadness. For two people so undeniably similar, they were miles apart physically and mentally.

You navigated through groups of young and old alike on the way to the bar.

“You made it on time,” Senior spoke without looking up from a story on education budget cuts.

“I made it with time to spare.”

“You don’t get praise for doing what’s right.”

“Think of how much better things would be if we did.”

Senior paused his reading to take a deep breath and shake his head. You mentally berated yourself for overstepping so soon. Not even five minutes into the outing and you had already committed an avoidable infraction

Yahya I prolonged the unbearable silence as he continued to read through another article, reading each line painstakingly slow while you watched in agony.

“I apologize. That was unnecessary.”

“I’ll ask you again,” he spoke, finally looking away from the newspaper to study your face. “Let’s leave the character right here. We’re here for a purpose, so grab your clubs and follow me to the first hole. I hope your game is as good as you are at running your mouth.” Taking his retort in stride, you quickly grabbed your set of clubs and followed with no objections. “After you.”

Senior found himself immediately impressed though he wouldn’t verbalize his feelings. He watched you breeze through each hole with near expert precision, opening a series of questions at hole 5 during casual small talk.

“Where’d you say you were from again?”

“A tiny town in South Carolina that you probably wouldn’t know.”

“Try me,” he answered while taking stock of his position on the fairway.

“Anderson, South Carolina. Home of Larry Nance and the great Chadwick Boseman.”

“Can’t forget James Kennedy, Young Lady.”

You cocked your head back in surprise. “What you know about Radio? I mean outside of what the movie says?”

Senior remained quiet long enough to take a hard swing. The loud “whiff” of his driver slicing through crisp, clean air didn’t match the stroke’s output. Both of you watch the golf ball sail high into the air before making a landing well short of the intended destination. Senior shook his head at the miscalculation before turning to answer your question.

“Black folks from all over are connected, even without all that Snapgram and Facebook foolishness.”

“I could argue it’s helped, right? How else would you be able to share your granddaughter’s first steps with the whole family?”

“In photo albums. You might not remember those, but they did us just fine.”

“Yeah, but it’s instantaneous conversation and information. Who wouldn’t want that?”

“Maybe instantaneous conversation is the problem. We aren’t making enough time to stop and really think about what we’re saying to each other.”

“Mm.” You let the conversation naturally taper before following Senior to his golf cart. The rolling hills provided enough scenery to keep you interested while you sorted the words in your head.

“I think we may have started off on the wrong foot.” You spoke once the cart came to a full stop. Senior trailed behind in silence, gathering a new club while watching you examine the other golfers in the area.

“You’re rather observant.”

You chuckled and plucked a club from your bag. “I’ve been told. Yahya calls me Eagle Eye when I catch something he’s already talked about ten minutes ago.”

“It’s what his Big Mama used to call his Pop-Pop for the same thing. That man was notoriously late to the punchline.” The nostalgia in Yahya I’s voice caught you off guard though he didn’t see your minor fumble. Something in his retelling appealed to your sense of compassion in a way that you considered long gone when it came to him.

“Let’s not beat around the bush. You have an issue with my presence that we should discuss. Because I can assure you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bold,” Senior responded with a sarcastic laugh. He gestured to nothing in particular as you squared up to take a swing and nodded. “And direct. Continue.”

You took a moment to hit a line drive toward the green in the distance, using the movement as an outlet for the unexpected nerves churning your stomach. Both of you quietly watch the golf ball for its final resting place before you turned to speak.

“You are extremely hard to please, and it is literally ruining your family. Yahya does everything in his power, and, excuse my French, you don’t seem to give a fuck. Why is that?”

“What makes you think that my love isn’t what makes me push him to be the best that he can? It may not be the fluff and frills you’re used to in your home, but it’s what he needs to get him to his potential.”

“Did it help you?”

Senior mistakenly allowed a quick moment of confusion to take over his features. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You tell me. When’s the last time you enjoyed a laugh with your family or felt like you could just...be? You’re carrying a weight that is crushing the people around you, and you don’t even see it.”

“You don’t…” Senior caught his words and bottled them behind his lips. He took a deep breath as he approached his golf ball and took a half-hearted swing. Noticing his misstep, he shook his head. “I’m from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My father, Yahya’s Pop-Pop, moved my mother and me to a shotgun shack to find work when things weren’t quite shaking out back home. He was in and out of trouble and such. Couldn’t get right, but he had a natural knack for building and design.”

A nearby group of golfers erupted into laughter, helping to break up some tension.

“So architecture’s been in the family for a while,” you asked. Yahya I curled the corner of his lips into a far-off smile.

“A long, long time. It got us out of that shack when my siblings came along and into a house with our own rooms and a backyard. But, my father was a hard man. Hard to please, you know,” he laughed, making a reference to your earlier words. “He wanted the best from me, and he made damn sure he got it. I needed that to get my head out of the clouds.”

“You also needed some reassurance.”

“Perhaps. But, what’s done is done. I look at what I’ve built with no complaints, especially when it comes to my boys. I couldn’t be more proud of the men they’ve become.”

Senior’s proud smile almost looked foreign on his face. You’d never seen more than an indifferent expression or the slight twinge of anger smoldering behind his eyes.

Leaning on your club, you kept your eyes forward to gaze out over the course.

“Yahya would love to hear that. I don’t know if you know this, but he is desperately searching for your approval. There is not enough praise from me or anyone else that could replace knowing that you’re proud of him. Yet, as much as he would like to tell you these things himself, he’s afraid that you’ll think less of him for being vulnerable.”

“I could never think less of the boy. Tough love is still love.”

“Maybe for you,” you added, shrugging. “But, what good is continuing this cycle if it’s hurting the children you claim to love and the grandchildren after them?”

Senior dropped his head in thought before looking up with an unreadable expression. “Deuce will be fine. He’s all the best parts of his mother. I...I’m confident he’ll figure out fatherhood on his own despite my shortcomings. We raised him well.”

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping -”

“That has never stopped you before, young lady.” His light-hearted chuckle invited you to follow suit.

“Fair point,” you laughed. “So, let me cut to the chase. Allowing Yahya to just ‘figure things out’ is a passive existence. Yahya says you’re constantly reminding him to take things into his own hands. Sounds like you should take your own advice. Be the parts of your father that you needed at 33.”

Instead of acknowledging your advice, Senior twirled his club in his hand on the way to the golf cart. He maintained an impenetrable poker face that even the most skilled readers couldn’t interpret. You silently hoped that at least some of your words had made it through his thick skull, but you chose to let the discussion meet a natural end.

As he started the cart, Senior turned to you and smiled. “How the hell you learn to swing like that? I know it wasn’t in Anderson.”

“Hey, we play a little golf here and there!”

“Where? Out in the woods?”

“No, out in the Bayou like you did.”

A small smirk crept across your face as Yahya I chuckled at your joke. He sounded identical to Yahya, full of mirth and beautiful melodies.

“The ole Bayou,” he repeated in a thick accent. “You ain’t seen a place more beautiful in your life.”

“Maybe Yahya and I could visit one day.”

He quickly looked over and shrugged. “Maybe. For now, you focus on defending this lead. I think I’m getting back into my rhythm.”

Senior couldn’t make a convincing comeback, but he did show glimpses of a softer, more personable disposition. He cracked jokes on occasion and asked questions that turned the conversation from a therapy session to banter between associates. Your mind traveled to the possibility of civil family dinners or vacations during the ride home. Though it seemed silly to create imaginary scenarios after one conversation, you couldn’t help the urge to see a better future.

Your happiness helped you float into your shared apartment, making Yahya smile when he caught a glimpse of your wide grin and short skirt.

“Damn, girl,” he hollered from the couch with Leche cradled in his arms. “If Tiger was out there cheeked up like that, I might’ve paid a little more attention to the golf network.”

“Oh, really?”

Your raised eyebrow made Yahya kiss his teeth once he caught on to the joke. “You know what I meant. Where you been anyway?”

“Oh, I was just out doing a little golfing...with your dad.”

“Right. That was today, huh?”

Even Yahya’s best attempt at feigning interest, his question came out in a flat drone typically used on annoying coworkers. You dropped your purse and keys against a nearby barstool on the way to his spot on the couch.

“It was today. I think we had a good time,” you answered as you slid your arms around his neck from behind, placing a gentle kiss behind his ear. “He didn’t yell at me.”

“You must’ve kissed his ass the entire time.”

“No. We talked about how great I am at golf. I mean, I kicked his ass.”

“Good on you, baby girl. Bring honor to our house.” In a surprise maneuver, Yahya pulled you over the couch and into the space beside him. “Is that all?”

Silence blanketed the room, allowing the college basketball game in the background to have center stage. You considered your options carefully, weighing the pros of a potential argument against a peaceful Saturday indoors. Yahya turned his attention back to the television as he waited for a response.

“Did you hear me, baby? He didn’t say anything rude to you, did he?”

“No!” You blurted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly slid the remote off the coffee table and pressed the power button. Yahya blinked twice at his reflection on the black television screen before turning to you for answers. Your fingers danced across his thighs to interlock with his long digits.

“I think...I think we need to have a real talk about your dad.”

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A/N: I hope this is better late than never. Only two more chapters left! Really striving to have those to y’all by the end of the month.

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[rockmyworldlee]

sokka being a relatable king

I recently started watching atla and I can say for a fact that sokka passed the vibe check (so did everyone else... except haru ofc that’s a joke pls don’t kill me haru stans). I’ve only watched season one until now tho so pls don’t spoil stuff -- fanks luvs <3

quick note: i color-coded the subtitles: dark blue is sokka, light blue is katara, and orange is aang

Anyways, here’s sokka being sokka and me feeling it in my S O U L

[S1 SPOILERS AHEAD]

ep 1 -- the boy in the iceburg

it’s literally only been the first few minutes of the first episode and he’s already spitting out sarcastic comments 

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ep 2 -- the avatar returns

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ep 3 -- the southern air temple

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ep 4 -- the warriors of kyoshi

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ep 5 - the king of omashu

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ep 6 -- imprisoned

when he has a big b r a i n -- bet sokka’s the type of person who would make it alive till the end of a horror movie but then accidentally trip and die

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i laughed so hard at this scene -- tho i think the guard is more relatable

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ep 7 -- winter solstice: part 1: the spirit world

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ep 8 -- winter solstice: part 2: avatar roku

just this. yes. him getting hit in the head with a fish while riding a flying bison.

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ep 9 -- the waterbending scroll

do i even need to explain why this is such a mood

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ep 10 -- jet everyone be simping for jet but i think he looks like the smirking cat emoji 😼

#i said what i said @notsokkable

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ep 11 -- the great divide

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ep 12 -- the storm

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when his life could be in potential danger but hey, at least he’s getting paid

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ep 13 -- the blue spirit

appa is the funniest atla character and if you don’t agree you can leave

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sick sokka is just me on a daily basis

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ep 14 -- the fortune teller

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ep 15 -- bato of the water tribe

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ep 16 -- the deserter

katara knew exactly what she was doing

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ep 17 -- the northern air temple

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ep 18 -- the waterbending master

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finale -- the seige of the north

#atla #season one spoilers #why is he like this #i'm not complaining tho #i can write an entire essay on why i love atla #i know i'm late to this show pls don't bully me #katara #zuko #sokka #relatable #me #meme #aang