What a Day!

So I actually got all my bills done, and managed to do basically all my Christmas shopping that I had left in one day. I still have a few more people left to get for, but not a penny has been spent in question. I’m so excited and I had such a good day with my buddy Devin. She even bought me a late birthday present 😮 I just got done organizing/hiding the gifts I bought, so now to eat and work on more drafts (I will get them all done one day, I swear).

Starters | Hero/Villain

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“We can’t keep doing this. If we got caught, it would end us both.” 

“Indulge me, just this once?” 

“I hate you, and I hate that I love you.”

“Calm down, no one followed me. We’re safe out here.” 

“No one can find out about this, do you understand? I will kill you.” 

“Who thought the perfect hero would fall for someone like me?”

“Maybe out there, you’re the one in control. In here, though, it’s me.” 

“You just make me so fucking mad, I want to slam you against the wall and break you!” 

“You know, I never thought that smirk would turn me on. This might be dangerous.” 

“How long do you think we can keep this up?”

“No, I can’t do this anymore…this went too far.” 

“I was never meant to love. I’m not made for softness.” 

“Please…please, let me help you. Let me do something!”

“You’re supposed to be the good one, aren’t you? Then why can’t you stay away?”

sttormsofnight

Seth smiled softly at him, grateful that Derek had listened to him – that he understood what Seth was trying to say. “I know.” He whispered, tilting his head and moaning at the kiss to his pulse and again when he could feel Derek’s hand between his legs. “D-Derek, please.” Seth bit down on his lip, eyes closing.

Derek moved carefully but with a quicker peace, going as quickly as he could. He kept his attention on Seth, wanting to make sure he picked up on any changes from his boyfriend’s emotional state. After a few moments of prepping him, he leaned to kiss him again. “Are you still okay, Seth?” he asked.

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education:

CrateJoy.com

I thought they would all be food or clothing, but some of these categories are insane, 10 varietys of subscription boxes for witchy women?

I’m getting one for my dog!

FUTURE ME

They’re having a 30% off sale for mothers day. Thanks mom, for 30% of my book club box

ok guys i thought “yeah yeah one for everything but never me right” NO WRONG THERE ARE LITERALLY SO MANY I FOUND SO MANY I WANTED THAT I DIDN’T EVEN THINK I NEEDED!!!!! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING BUT THESE FOR EVERY FUTURE PRESENT GIVING OCCASION 

Subscription boxes are a waste of money and–

Fuck. I stand corrected.

The Website is CrateJoy.com

DAMN IT

Only $5 a month for dice????????????? WANT!

Inked (SWS #58)

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SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST

(TW: Mentions of depressions, tattoos as substitutes for self harm, Peter is in a bad place mentally. This is a darker fic, but it turns around in the end) 

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Peter Parker got his first tattoo seventeen days after Uncle Ben died. 

It was his fault after all, that Uncle Ben was gone. Some weird cosmic retaliation for being foolish enough to enjoy having his spider powers maybe. Karma getting back at him for being a stubborn snarky teenager who should have just listened and not been a brat, perhaps. Or maybe the universe just had it out for him, just like it had since his parents had disappeared. 

Either way, Uncle Ben died and it was Peter’s fault and seventeen days later he was in a sketchy tattoo shop getting inked by a guy who had looked him up and down, muttered something about “underage kid probably wanting a stupid ass tattoo” and had directed him towards a chair anyway. 

“I want a spider.” Peter said softly, clearly. “Right here.” He pointed to the spider-bite that had never really gone away, still a visible bump against his skin. “Nothing fancy. A black body, eight legs, call it good.” 

“A spider.” the artist repeated. “What for?” 

“Does it matter?” Peter slumped in his chair and closed his eyes when the needle started buzzing. “Just give me a spider.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

It barely hurt, or at least the pain barely registered, and with such a small tattoo, Peter was inked and done and out the door in less than an hour, the spider harsh and black against his skin. 

It was his first tattoo, a silent reminder of what he had caused, a silent acknowledgment of his guilt. 

It was his first tattoo, but it wasn’t the last, not even close.  

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Honeymoon || lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

Thor kissed him softly. “There are children who need homes, Loki,” he answered gently. “If we can not have our own, we will find children who need us and bring them home to raise them as ours. We have more than enough to give to any children we wish to raise.”

Loki relaxed into Thor, green eyes closing as he let himself soak up Thor’s warmth. “I love you,” he breathed quietly, reaching to run slender fingers through blonde hair. “My King and soulmate.” His worries were eased knowing that children weren’t necessary for him to keep Thor’s love. “When are we required home?”