The Rip Offs

Jamaicans... we as a whole are waaaay too inviting when it comes to our culture, and we allow all kinds of gross stuff from others in the name of "exposure" and whatnot. Talk to your cousins, siblings, parents, etc but this shit needs to end. It's embarrassing, and we dont get paid when people rip our shit off. We just look stupid.

Jus a seh..

kirakirafairyprincess  asked:

Business man! Akashi falling in love with a stripper. Smut please!!!!

He sighs and loosens his tie, leaning against the bar over his drink. Another day gone by, dare he say wasted, he sits hunched over and ponders ‘Was this really how I wanted my life to go?’. He doesn’t, however, get up to leave. Instead, he turns around looking at the dancers, letting his mind wander off into a blank space. Then his eyes meet yours. Oh.

He only silently watches you dance, body in tune with the music, gliding against the pole in the center of the room, uncaring but graceful. Interesting. Maybe he’d offer to buy you a drink. How does one approach an exotic dancer?

Cut to now when he’s ripping off your clothes, drunker than before but trying to remember how he got to this point. He decides he doesn’t care and let’s his hands glide over your body, listening to the music you make. There was something about your voice, eyes and movement from earlier that made him want to glue his eyes open and forever follow your lead. You gently ghost your fingers across his chest, biting your lip in need, making him fall into your pace even further. He’d think about this in the morning, he concludes as he kisses you deeper. He’d think about you tomorrow as well. This definitely isn’t the last time he’d touch you, that, however, he’s certain of.

anonymous asked:

Number 11 for natan pls :>

y’ALL ARE KILLING MY ANGST STREAK HERE TSK TSK

11) tangled legs (or legs tangled idk)


Lucifer is ten seconds away from tossing Natalie off her bed.

“Stop that,” he growls, lifting his head off the pillow just enough that he can peek over the curve of his bicep.  Natalie grins deviously, mirroring him, and runs her left leg up his right calf again.  He resists the urge to reach down and bat her leg away.  

“Am I bothering you?” she coos.  She does it again.  

“Your leg is all stubbly and gross,” he says.  

“Are you getting itchy?”

“No.” Yes, holy Father above, he’s going to rip his leg off.

“Then you won’t mind if I keep going,” she replies.  Natalie rubs her calf against his once more, and has the fucking audacity to laugh when he glares at her with all the force of Hell behind his eyes.  

“Girl…” he trails off.  Natalie has known him long enough to know what that particular inflection of ‘girl’ means: I’m the motherfucking king of hell, do you really wanna go through with this? 

Natalie has known him long enough but has clearly learned absolutely nothing because she looks him dead in the eye and does it again.  

“Something wrong, Lucifer?” she asks innocently.  Lucifer runs through his options.  Throwing her off the bed will just have her crawling back for more.  Tickling her until she can’t breathe is probably not the smartest idea given that it’s pollen season and her lungs are suffering enough as is.  He can put some old-school Britney Spears on and see how she feels after the fiftieth loop of ‘Toxic’…but this is Natalie, so she’ll enjoy that more than anything.

Father, this girl is…ugh.

Natalie rubs her leg against his once more, dipping too close to the side of his calf closest to his other leg, and Lucifer grins.  Giddiness floods his very being when he catches the look on Natalie’s face - which can only be described as oh shit.  In one quick movement, he has her leg locked between both of his.  

“Something wrong, Natalie?” he parrots.  Her bottle-green eyes narrow.  The grin on his face only widens when he feels her try to tug her way out, to no avail.  

Lucifer - 238, Natalie - 195.

“Lucifer, lemme go,” Natalie whines.  “I promise not to do it again.”

He stretches, cat-like, and lets out a fake-yawn, closing his eyes.  “Nah, I’m comfortable.” And he is, really.  The bed is warm, the sun is hitting his back just right, and Natalie’s leg doesn’t feel so bad touching his when she’s not being purposefully annoying.  He feels…lazy.

“Lucifer, I have chemistry homework.”

“Too bad.”

“I’m gonna fail my class because of you.”

“How unfortunate.”

“Lucifer.”

“Natalie.”

“Lemme go.”

“Never.”

So men have this fantasy of girls in school uniforms and I'm low key fantasizing over jungkook in his stupid school uniform ? I'm sorry but he looks so good in every uniforms. I cannot even process these informations through my brain. It's about to explode just like jungkook's biceps are about to rip off the sleeves of his tight dress shirts. #THE life of a jungkook stan #I want my freedom back #I never wanted him #tell him to go away #go away fetus !!!!!
Spring comes into Quebec from the west. It is the warm Japan Current that brings the change of season to the east coast of Canada, and then the West Wind picks it up. It comes across the prairies in the breath of the Chinook, waking up the grain and caves of bears. It flows over Ontario like a dream of legislation, and it sneaks into Quebec, into our villages, between our birch trees. In Montreal the cafes, like a bed of tulip bulbs, sprout from their cellars in a display of awnings and chairs. In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “The winter has not killed us again!”
—  leonard cohen, beautiful losers

things i’m terrified of right now:
-the human with an antelope face with the skin ripped off it and an eyeball hanging out i saw when i closed my eyes a little earlier
-opening facebook messenger