littlegirlinvisible:

HEATED RIVALRY 1.05: I’LL BELIEVE IN ANYTHING
+ HRTwT VERSION

shrewreadings:

doralimasstuff:

darlingsstern:

infinitydivine:

catchymemes:

I am not taking a risk

Not risking it pals

U know what I want potato of luck

Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.

Election Day tomorrow. We need good news. Potato please come through

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robosexualunderground:

objection! (sustained)

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tired-biscuit:

choso looks like a guy that would fall asleep with your titty in his mouth.

i’m just imagining his strong arms wrapped around you as he holds you tight, his fingers twitching from time to time in his sleep; digging deeper into your shirt that’s pushed up to the collar, successfully exposing your front.

his breathing is calm and his hair is messy. he’s warm because of the non-existent distance between you, because of the way your limbs entangle together, how you hold onto him as well.

and his lips, god… they are soft and plush as they remain wrapped around your nipple. occassionally, they’ll suckle on the sensitive nub a bit, tug it further into his mouth, lick it with a lazy and gentle flick of tongue, almost toying with it even though you’re pretty sure he doesn’t do it on purpose.

trying to not pay any mind to the heat that’s steadily building up below your waist, you stroke his hair and the side of his face as he sleeps; so peacefully that he could come across as an angel despite the fact that his actions are rather sinful.

at some point, a small droplet of drool dribbles down his chin from how relaxed he becomes. he wakes because of it, ever so slightly startled by the sensation it leaves behind, long eyelashes fluttering and revealing very, very tired eyes.

before you can even say anything or wipe away the thin, glimmering line the spit has left behind on his skin, he’s already back to burrowing his entire face into your chest with a content little sigh; making sure to push you even closer with the help of a broad palm pressing against the middle of your back.

this time he does do it on purpose, though.

(via tsukiboo)

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you possibly do something soft with one of the green boys? Thank you so so much <3

its-actually-minicika:

I See You.

(Slightly 18+)

Pairing: Aemond x Strong!Niece!Reader;

Warnings: some NSFW innuendos and angst - other than that, this is pure comfort and fluff!

Word Count: 4k+

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request, Nonny! I hope you enjoy this little drabble, and forgive me for taking so long to get around it :“) 🤍

Originally posted by merlinaddams

Aemond Targaryen hated his birthdays - to him, they were a poor excuse for his mother to introduce him to possible matches. The banquets were loud and dramatic, and he’d much rather spend his time training or reading a book.

Aemond Targaryen hated his birthdays - they focused too much on him, and he could see: he could see how everyone at Court turned their eyes away from him.

And yet you kept on looking.

The dizzying nature of the last waltz of the night left everyone in the Great Hall panting. Roaring applauses erupted from the women seated, and even Aegon whistled lowly in encouragement, as his purple eyes dilated and trailed over the wanton skirts of the highborn ladies.

“Well done, brother,” He congratulated Aemond though a slurred hic, “Even when the day is all about you, you still somehow manage not to dance a single time!”

A wolfish grin spreads across his droopy face, pulling his reddened cheeks higher.

“It’s quite a shame, really.” He hums in reserved admission, reveling in the second son’s silence, “She looked really pretty tonight, too.”

Aemond’s lips part with a growl – a quiet warning sent directly to his brother; to cease his antics and leave him alone.

Still, his eye trailed over her frail form for the thousandth time that night. The shadows of the flickering lights licked at his pale features, and the One-Eyed Prince scowled at how she spun so effortlessly in the arms of so many men that night. How he, ever the fool, stood hammered in his seat during such an ospacious occasion.

Keep reading

contestshipper:

After falling into the river on Mirage Island, Drew develops a mild phobia of drowning and large bodies of water. He hides his fear well whenever he and the Johto gang happen to pass by a river, but sometimes he has feverish nightmares where he falls and drowns over and over until morning comes. He doesn’t tell anyone about them, but, a few weeks into their journey in Johto, the gang find themselves camping beside a river. Drew is unnerved by the river’s presence, and falls into an uneasy sleep.

May wakes up in the middle of the night after hearing Drew shaking and muttering in his sleeping bag on the other side of the campfire. It doesn’t take her long to realise what he’s dreaming about. Silently, she slips out of her sleeping bag, pads over to where Drew is lying, kneels beside him, and takes his hand. Drew immediately calms down; he is no longer shaking, and the feverish muttering has stopped. May holds his hand until he slips into a deeper, dreamless sleep, before slipping away to her own sleeping bag again.

She does this every single time Drew has a nightmare until he finally stops having them all together.

rivangel:

okay i fucking love this cover, specifically for the symbolism

Levi isn’t this injured anywhere in this volume, or even the battle. and Isayama isn’t the type of author to “clickbait” as such.

so Levi’s injury appears to lie in his shoulder… as if he had wings… (“wings of freedom”!!) (“So your wings are the real thing after all, Levi.” -Erwin in ACWNR)

one of his “wings” has suffered a blow for effectively ordering Erwin and a bunch of screaming new recruits to ride to certain death. he literally and figuratively has blood on his hand. one hand, because Erwin is the one who ordered the recruits to charge, making them a pair.

fantasystar14 asked:

If you’re still doing request, is it OK if you either

Describe writing a panic attack?

Or

Describe someone who has gray eyes?

unboundprompts:

-> a link for gray eye descriptions: x

How to Write a Panic Attack

Physical Symptoms of a Panic Attack:

• pounding or racing heart
• sweating
• chills
• trembling
• difficulty breathing
• weakness or dizziness
• tingly or numb hands
• chest pain
• stomach pain or nausea
• feeling lightheaded
• tense muscles
• dry mouth
• constriction in the chest
• feeling like they’re being choked

Other Symptoms:

• heightened vigilance for danger and physical symptoms
• anxious and irrational thinking
• a strong feeling of dread, danger or foreboding
• fear of going mad, losing control, or dying
• feelings of unreality and detachment from the environment

Triggers for a Panic Attack:

• something unexpected (ex: a phone call)
• a reminder (objects, smells, locations, specific phrases, etc. that can be tied back to a traumatic experience)
• stress (from work, a relationship, family, etc. that has been building up)
• silence (ex: being alone in a quiet room. The silence can amplify a sense of isolation)
• flashbacks (a trigger that causes the person to flash back to a traumatic memory)
• out of nowhere (sometimes panic attacks just get triggered by seemingly nothing)

Writing Prompts:

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

• He couldn’t breathe. Oh God, he couldn’t breathe and he was going to die.
• She knew the panic was building up, but it crashed over her like a tsunami that swept her off her feet. The pull threatened to pull her out to sea and it was all-consuming.
• They felt the panic begin to wrap its arms around them like a shadow.
• “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
• “Don’t touch me– don’t touch me!”
• Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn’t pinpoint a single thought.
• “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
• An icy hand had reached through their ribcage and was squeezing their heart. They couldn’t breathe and they didn’t know what to do to regain their breath.
• “My chest hurts. It hurts.”
• “I can’t!”
• They were a crumpled heap, stowed away in the corner as tears streamed down their face.
• She felt like she was on a boat out at sea, the room swaying and adding to the nausea that was washing over her.
• He felt like he was having a heart attack.
• They gasped for air but each breath felt shallower than the last.
• She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, beating like a panicked drum to the rhythm of her fear.
• He felt like he was standing on the edge of a building.
• They couldn’t move. It was like someone was holding down their limbs, the panic rendering them utterly frozen.

heywriters:

maccreadysbaby:

things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying

• struggle to catch their breath
• grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality
• become nauseous / vomit
• shake uncontrollably
• sweat buckets
• get a headache

things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly

• sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks
• move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare
• leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise
• just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)
• sleep during the day in bright rooms

things people with insomnia do

• first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window
• its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional
• their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken
• hallucinate if it’s been long enough
• it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)

add your own in reblogs/comments!

From personal experience

• stay completely still until “danger” has passed; i.e. anxiety lessens
• listen for something to ground me; e.g. a pet snoring or childhood clock ticking
• shouting in fear or rage within the dream wakes me up, and then I lie there wondering if anyone heard me (one time I kept trying to yell while awake until I calmed down)

erwinoutfitters:

i drew levi crying last night because who doesn’t want that (•̀⌄•́)

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