Maribeth took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. She was at one of the clubs she had applied to for a job. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body perfectly and white flats. She had applied for any position, and so she made sure she was wearing sexy underwear in case she was offered the job as a stripper.
She straightened out her dress as she waited for an answer from her knock. She really was horribly nervous about this interview. She did her best to hide it as she knew appearing nervous was never good.
Ok first off: True you're gorgeous. But for God's sake YOU POSTED A SELFIE ON TUMBLR WITH YOU NOT EVEN WEARING A BRA. SECONDLY, I HOPE YOU REALIZE MOST OF THESE ANONS SAYING "Omg I'm so gay lol" ARE STRAIGHT GUYS JERKING OFF TO YOUR SELFIES. AND THEYRE ASKING FOR MORE. I can tell you want nothing to do with straight guys after that one message so the fact that you're casually taking half naked pictures and posting them to the WORLD is horrible. Sorry for the tough love sister
I didn’t want to answer this because you sound very immature, you sound about 12 honestly, but I am because I want to let everyone know (girls, boys, and non-binary folks) that it’s completely OKAY to post pictures of yourself. It doesn’t matter if it’s with clothes or without, whether you are partially or fully naked (this is as long as you are of age of course)
I did this for me. There is nothing wrong with loving who you are and being proud enough to post a couple selfies. STOP TRYING TO SHAME MY BODY. STOP TRYING TO SHAME WOMEN’S BODIES.
This is my body and I can do whatever I want with it. I have the right to cover it if I want to and I have the right to show it off if I want. No one, most certainly not you, are going to make me feel bad about it and tell me otherwise.
“Society has a problem with female nudity when it is not… ” —Badu pauses to get her words together; she wants this point to be very clear— “…when it is not packaged for the consumption of male entertainment. Then it becomes confusing.”
Erykah Badu: June/July Cover Story [Pg 1] | VIBE
Other half of the AA fandom:FRANZISKA MY LOVE MY LIFE MY SWEET BABY CHILD WIFE OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY YOU ARE A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALL THIS CRAP YOU'VE GONE THROUGH OMG DID YOU KNOW WHAT GODOT SAID TO HER THAT ONE TIME? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE HORRIBLE SUFFERING SHE ENDURED BECAUSE OF HER FATHER OMG AND THAT WHIP LIKE YES YEEESSSSS
Special Delivery (f!hawke/fenris - Hot UPS delivery-person AU)
It’s not fair. It’s not even a fly-over country on the way to fair. He’s just too hot.
Isabela, predictably, was practically convulsing in the work space across from hers. This was not the first time Hawke had cause to regret Varric’s ‘artistic vision’ for their shared space at Tethras Weekly because it meant that she and Isabela literally shared a space, and the woman had a horribletendency to pirate all the best K-cups and commandeer social situations,
sailing them from rivers of awkward into the deep seas of downright
For Hawke, that was, who spent a lot of time on Wednesdays
at three o’clock with a blush from the tips of her toes to the roots of her
hair. Isabela was impossible to
embarrass, which was convenient because Hawke’s repertoire of pranks was
amassed circa the fifth grade, and somebody at least had to pretend to be an adult
or no one would knowingly consent to leaving them alone in the office
“Don’t you have a column to write?” Hawke demanded,
head definitely not in her hands behind the obscuring bulk of her monitor. It was 2:45 - she had approximately fifteen minutes
to pull it together before he showed
up and her tongue spontaneously transformed into a macramé plant holder. As was tradition.
sorry i am going to rant about “after” again because the story itself made me so angry.
so as i already stated, a ton of my middle school students are binge reading this fic. Everyday they would come in and tell me all about it. They would tell me all the horrible stuff that harry was doing and how they felt so bad for the girl in the story.
They would run into my office and yell, “omg harry is such a dick, i can’t believe him."
Then not 3 minutes later would run back in and say, "omg she should totally get back together with him, he is like really sorry this time and promises he wont do it again!”
This pissed me off to no end. Having been in an emotional abusive relationship I know what the cycle of abuse looks like and my girls were being sucked into it in a fic! They were exhibiting the same actions and words of someone who is actually stuck in an abusive relationship.
After having many talks with students about this fic I just started recommending larry fics to my kids because i knew the ones that i recommended would have healthy relationships in them.
that is now the end of my rant on the fic and a desperate beg of anyone and everyone to not make this into a movie or into a bigger fic than it already is.
I can taste it on the tip of my ( sword shaped ) tongue, I am swallowing the smell of death ( the rotten fragrance of plucked flowers Death has beautified my hair with in past lives ).
“ DEATH’S HERE ”
They chant remorse dripping from their wide unblinking eyes in the form of sticky thick blood, their eyes can speak, I see them whispering drowsy slurs into my ear let us fall into slumber angel, rest under the soil angel who has sinned, so we can let our lashes can fall down against hollow cheeks.
“ DEATH’S HERE TO KNEAD IT’S FINGERS INTO YOUR SOUL ”
There’s a cry and the creaky burnt umber doors slam shut, but I can still see the children peeking through the dusty ( they haven’t been cleaned since the war begun ) windows, waiting for Death to wrap it’s bony fingers around my throat, it always feels the same, like Death is kissing the base of my throat with his winter fingers and dragging his fire-dried lips tiredly to the dimples carved onto my shoulder.
His lips are splitting open and he’s sighing words into my ear ( but the words keep thundering in my head ) Death’s lips grazing the soft shell of my brown ear :
“ COME WITH ME MY DEAR, FOR YOU HAVE SINNED, COME WITH ME BEFORE YOUR EMPIRE FALLS UNDER YOUR SKIN ”
I ask him repeatedly why do they glare suns at me with unblinking eyes, have I wronged have I soiled their souls Death’s near me and he’s letting his fingertips rest on my naked back and I can smell the sweet decay of dead anatomies on him and Death answers in a low hum for they believe you’re a God and look what you have done, you have worshipped sins and murdered their peaceful souls, they want you to rest in your grave so they can rise again to bury you even deeper.
I ask him ( sobs are wracking through my dry throat, my voice is high ) :
“ WHY? WHY WOULD THEY WANT REVENGE AGAINST ME I NEVER BORROWED THEIR HEARTS OR SOULS SO WHY? ”
Death smiles then, and I can see ghosts ( empty smiles, shapeless bodies ) behind my eyelids, his smile is filled with skeletons of dying humanity.
“HAVEN’T YOU SINNED MY DEAR? ”
He asks me instead, and I shiver, devil’s tears in my eyes remembering the times when I was young with a foolish heart playing it on hair-thin strings.
I REMEMBER MY FIRST SIN
I remember walking through narrow alleys with walls painted crimson ( or was it blood they were painted with I don’t remember ) heart drunken and my mind in a drowsy haze, I remember myself spitting on my lover’s golden skin and my fingers stained with blood as red as the pomegranate juice I had sipped, blood stained the edge of my knuckles, I remember acid fire dripping from my tongue onto my lover’s skin I remember the malicious smile on my face as I passed by the broken shards of mirror.
were my lover’s hands bloody when I left
I REMEMBER MY SECOND SIN
I remember thieving, heavy silk drapes wrapped around my shoulders as I slipped into my bed, I remember crushing rubies and emeralds between my teeth diamonds burying themselves into my flesh, I remember knives in stomachs my hands wrapped around them shamelessly, I remember golden ( stolen ) crowns sitting on antique tables I remember sun burning through satin curtains and people tell me You’re too selfish for a god and I tell them gods have deserted them they sleep mercilessly under silver stones.
were their houses falling down when I left
I REMEMBER MY THIRD SIN
I remember lazy hands on a human’s back, me whispering things into their ear in a slow drawl that made them shiver in fear, I remember hiding in my room for days not ready to face the wrath of the humans, I remember sleeping for days and days hands curled up in sheets immortals don’t sleep they say gods don’t break hearts on beds, humans make my muscles heave with drowsiness and sometimes I remember them saying that god is a child of inertia.
were humans still mocking me when I left
I REMEMBER MY FOURTH SIN
I remember standing still on my feet as I chewed hearts and humans spit onto my faces for leaving them, I heard whispers of mortals worshiping my soul and begging me to cradle them in my arms, but I stand here in vain hands under my own skin telling them I won’t touch their filthy bodies, I stand with greatness running through my veins as I look at mortals ( they are nothing compared to me ), I shine like the sun I say no you don’t they say, words dripping with disgust.
were they wishing for me to drown when I left
I REMEMBER MY FIFTH SIN
I remember hands on a mortal’s sweaty skin, clothes ripping apart from bodies, I remember my knuckles between their shoulder blades on a naked back, I remember kisses pressed on collarbones and bronze skin on pure white sheets, I remember my panting breaths onto bare chests I remember heavy breaths on my lips and bruises on the sides of my neck, I remember them telling me I love you between every beat of my heart, my lips seal themselves shut I won’t see them ever again I think, I remember the human beating their fists into my chest.
were the mortal’s hands digging for more
I REMEMBER MY SIXTH SIN
I remember skin on teeth and food stuck in between my tongue and throat, I remember thirsting for more, more skewered meat in between my teeth more nectar filling my stomach, I remember mortals telling me hold your tongue and stop stealing suppers, I remember wanting more sugar layering my inner cheeks, I remember craving for blackberry juices to quench my thirst, I remember honeyed fruits on my lips and toasted breads on former empty plates.
were humans holding their stomachs as I left
I REMEMBER MY SEVENTH SIN
I remember seeing flesh-filled smiles on human faces and I wanted to steal them, I wanted to bury mortals under the suns, they don’t know what it feels like to be immortal and to feel the sky dropping it’s weight on you, I want to steal their lives and exchange them with mine, they wouldn’t know how it feels like to have a place in your chest carved empty immortals don’t have hearts, I remember my lips pulled down, bitterness flowing in my bloodstream how I wish I could steal happiness from their gangly arms
were they grinning at my spite when I left
Death murmured as he plucked my soul from my body
( now you know gods have souls ) :
“ They worshipped you, oh immortal , your name on their lips was holy but look at them, they’re suffering, towers of melancholy piling around them, your name is sin on mortal lips now. ”
and mortals recite in harmony, like a prayer
“ EVEN GODS SIN ”
Heyy, would mean so much ifnyiu could write me a dirty niall imagine x my name is daisy btw x
sure i’ll try.. xx its gonna be bad omg. Sorry! Its short super sorry. I am horrible at smuts omfg.
“Niall!” you yelled. “Yeah?!” he yelled back. He ran down the stairs and walked to you. “What is it?” he asked. You began giggling. He smiled. “What?” he asked again. Your hands were behind your back. You showed him. A new signed jersey. A derby county jersey signed by every single team member of that team. He was surprised. “How- What- How??” he asked being very shocked. “Well.. I’m good friends with all of them, and I know them? I made them sign a shirt, and yeah,” you giggled. You turned around the shirt.
“Shes a keeper! Keep doin’ what your doin’ Niall Horan!"
He smiled. He grabbed the shirt. "Thanks love, oh how much was it?” he asked.
“700 dollars for the shirt,” you replied. He looked a you very surprised. “Y-You paid for this?” he stuttered. You nodded. “With my money,” you said.
He was shocked. “Love, are you serious?” he asked. You nodded. “Yes I’m serious babe,” you giggled. His jaw dropped. He put the shirt carefully on the couch and looked at you with his blue eyes. You started to blush a bit. He grabbed your wrists and then pinned you on the wall. He started to kiss your neck. “You didn’t have to get the shirt..” he mumbled.
“I’m just trying to be a good girlfriend,” you giggled. “You already are one,” he laughed. “Besides.. I’m gonna give you something good tonight,” he chuckled. He kissed your lips, moving his hands down. He put his hands in your pants and start rubbing your clit over your panties. You began being wet. “Oh you’re getting wet for me love,” he chuckled. He took his hands out, and began pulling your pants down. He took your panties down too. He rubbed your clit again. “Stop teasing me..” you moaned.
He got on his knees and start to eat you out. You felt his tongue insert in you. You were moaning so much. “N-Niall..” you whined. He stood up. “You want me now?” he asked, laughing a little. You nodded. “Your so naughty love,” he grinned. “I’m not naughty! You are,” you smirked. He rolled his eyes playfully. You took his pants, boxers, and shirt off. He took your bra and shirt off. He inserted himself in. He was thrusting nice and easy. “Faster,"
He laughed and thrusted faster. He moaned and you did too. "Scream my name,” he groaned. You screamed his name and moaned again. He stopped thrusting. “Fuck.. that was..”
“Hot.” you finished his sentence. He nodded. He put his clothes back on and you did to. “We’ll continue later,” he smiled. You blushed. “Tonight is gonna be a long night love,” he smirked. “Oh it will, ” you giggled.
I’m listening to rock me… omfg NO. *FEELS* Hope ya like it.
sorry for spamming you/forgetting you im sorry i dont like making lists and shit because i love everyone but ya :^( but anyways; its never too late to jump onto the bandwagon of making people happy so hello these are they people that make my dash amazing ((some of the many!!)) btw ya thats me am i pretty heheheheheh eh hueruh
fyi; its organized in alphabetical order/ if they edit/gif or not!! (tell me if i get anything wrong yes because ill probably get it wrong yea since im looking at if they link to their edits)
I am so annoyed, tbh. I found this SS fanfic in which apparently Sakura isn’t forgiving towards Sasuke… and is basically ooc. So with gritted teeth, I decided to check out the fanfic and see what was it all about.
And omg. Not only Sakura was ooc but Sasuke was too! Like, holy crap. He basically disrespected her feelings and I was so upset because that’s not what Sasuke’s character is all about. Le sigh.