Sandra the Orangutan started washing her hands after observing her caretakers doing it.
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Authors Note: so, despite missing a post last week, weâre back to weekly updates! Lots of fluff and some real protective!shawn. Also, huge thanks to @alittletoomuchshawn for helping me with some maaajor parts!
Summary: Shawn canât seem to keep his fists to himself and one punch turns into five and what better way to be punished than for his dad to be his number one cockblocker.
Word Count: 2,407
Shawnâs never been one to get nervous. Never had the experience of sweaty palms and frantic butterflies in his stomach, or a dazed head and blushed cheeks. But all at once heâs experiencing them when her lips meet his. His mind is in a frenzy, body still as a rock and he can physically hear his heartbeat in his ears. He moves quickly, though. He cups her pretty little face in the palms of his hands and his eyes gently flutter closed. Heâs losing himself in it, in her.
Her lips are sweet⊠plump and soft and Shawn canât believe heâs kissing her. Lola threads her dainty fingers through his Godlike curls and gives them a generous little tug. Heâs seeing stars, his lips are tingling. Lola subtly slides her warm tongue between his lips, the sudden boldness catching Shawn off guard and he pants slightly into her mouth. She tastes like cherries with a hint of peppermint and Shawn finds himself completely mesmerised by it.
Shawnâs hand sneaks its way to the back of her neck, slim fingers twirling her auburn locks and tugging ever so gently, but it only makes her more eager. Sheâs shifting to the very edge of the bed, fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck and he lets out a soft groan against her lips.
Lola pulls away, panting with what Shawn can only guess to be a dizzy smile and she purses her lips to bite back a soft laugh. âIâm sorry⊠I shouldnât have done that, Iâm sorry.â She giggles through her embarrassment and Shawn can feel the heat that rises to her cheeks.
He clears his throat, his forehead resting on hers and he nibbles on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of her thatâs varnished him. âNo, itâs⊠itâs okay.â He tries to assure her, though thereâs a thick silence that sits on them as they continue to lean into each other. Shawn doesnât know what the fuck heâs doing. This isnât like him, he doesnât do this kind of shit. But itâs her, itâs Lola and Shawn doesnât want to pull away. He doesnât want to feel the coldness of her body not being close enough.
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if i were famous, thatâs how my interview would look like
The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers
This was heart wrenching but so good, @rulerofnocountry đâșïž
a/n: ahahah why the FUCK did i write this. do i hate myself? maybe. wow. some smut mention. mega angst. cussinâ. the usual.
song: Lany ft Julia Michaels - Okay
The setting sun casts pretty golden shadows through the apartment as lights beginning to twinkle outside in the impending dusk. She can see out to the East River, the Bridge, into Manhattanâs sparkle. Itâs a sight that she never thought sheâd tire of, an illuminating promise. Filled with all the hopes and dreams and luck of every soul in the city. Magical, once upon a time. Breathtaking, romanticâŠÂ
That view was one of the reasons sheâd settled on this apartment in the first place, despite the location, and everything else about it, being way outside of her budget. It was a lavish home, much more apartment than she could ever need on her own⊠and far more than sheâd ever hoped to have in her life. But, at the time⊠it hadnât been her decision alone.
Now, she sits on her couch, doing exactly what she told herself she wouldnât do. Sheâs holding her breath, staring at the clock on the side table, watching with a sick sinking in her stomach as the time clicks 7:59pm to 8:00pm.
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âYouâll understand why storms are named after people.â
â F. Scott Fitzgerald
Dan Levy as David Rose in SCHITTâS CREEK
I read 20 chapters last night and donât regret it (although I was so tired today đ)
Part 1 Â Part 2 Â Part 3 Â Part 4 Â Part 5 Â Â Part 6 Â Â Part 7 Â Â Part 8 Â Part 9 Â Â Â Part 10 Â Â Part 11Â Part 12 Â Part 13 Â Part 14Â Part 15Â Part 16 Â Part 17Â Part 18 Â Part 19Â
Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)
Warnings: NoneÂ
Word count: 2.5k
***There are two people in the tagglist that I cannot tag for the life of me. I know the names are right but they just wonât show for me to tag đ***
Translations: âSiempre bella.â â Always beautiful. Â âSiempre mĂa.â â Always mine.
Camila huffed quietly to herself as she looked down at the books on the floor of the aisle, tossed down without a care by someone that couldnât be bothered to put them back or at the very least, give it back to her so she could restock them. She leaned down and picked up the books, looking over them to make sure they werenât damaged. The third one caught her eye, a sci-fi novel that seemed like something EZ would be into reading. She walked back to the front desk and placed the one by her purse, the others going into the bin to be stocked after closing.Â
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