also this drawing has a purpose: I really wanted to see them holding hands after death

Don’t make Daddy jealous

I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

Reader x Christian Yu

Type: smut

Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

Words count: 2966

Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]

- Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

- Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

- I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

- Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

- Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

- Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

- Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

- Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

- Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

- Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

- You idjit, I will, I love you!

To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

- Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

- Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

- Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

- Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

- That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

- You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

- This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

- Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

- You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

- Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

- Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…

The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

- Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

- Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

- Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

- You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

- Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

- Christian, please… I want you so badly.

- Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

- Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

- Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

- Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

- Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

- Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

- Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

- Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

- Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

- Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

- Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

- Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

- Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

- That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

- Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

- Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

- Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

- Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

- Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

- Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

- Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

- Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

- I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

- You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

- But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

- Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

- Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

- Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

- Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

- I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

- Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

- You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

- Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

Coffee taste (m)

Characters: Min Yoongi & You

Genre: fluff, smut (just a prolonged foreplay though)

Summary:  As in what happens when you disturb your boyfriend late at night in his studio uninvited and try to lure him home.

Warnings: mild dirty talk and light sexual content

Words: 2963

I blame my late night conversation with @taetaeby about sweets, coffee and Yoongi.

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(I’ve talked about this briefly before, but it came more forcibly to mind when I was putting together this post)

So, in terms of Slytherin me-and-mine loyalties: there’s Narcissa betraying Voldemort for the off-chance of finding Draco, Bellatrix’s intensely personal devotion to Voldemort, everything Snape chooses to be, Regulus and Kreacher, Draco with Goyle, Slughorn capitulating to Lily’s memory—

But there’s someone very conspicuously missing from that trend, who is pretty much regarded as the epitome of all things Slytherin.

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anonymous asked:

I'm from Egypt where it's normal for men to hold hands. It's a sign of friendship and brotherhood and it doesn't mean that they’re gay. When you see the same in western counties, they will most likely think you're gay, which is why a bond as close as Naruto and Sasuke's will be precieved the same way, while their bond is nothing out of the ordinary here. Nobody I know thinks they’re gay. I don't know why it's so hard for some people to understand that the western culture and values is not the no

→ Naruto and Sasuke are not just friends. 
Like I explained in my post [link], Naruto and Sasuke scrapped the notion through unreliable narration. In the beginning, Naruto says that their bond is similar to a brotherhood. Later on, he corrects this and says that their bond is similar to a friendship. Especially Sasuke wants to know why Naruto is so determined to help him when they finally find the time to talk after all these years. Towards the end, Sasuke asks him the same question and wants to know what Naruto meant when he said they are friends. Suddenly, Naruto isn’t sure anymore how to answer his question because the feelings he has for Sasuke are too great and deep. We, as the readers, can notice subtle changes. Are they brothers? Friends? Lovers? They aren’t brothers, Naruto denied this. And it can’t be a normal friendship, Sasuke questioned this, i.e. there is nothing wrong with assuming that their bond is romantic.

Furthermore, I would like to point out that I wrote an essay about this [link]. I suspect you’ve read it already. This is the first argument I counter in my post. Detailed while I provide evidence and several sources. Now, let me ask you a question. What is there not to understand?

→ Kishimoto is Japanese—he is not Egyptian.
Why is that important? Well, the manga/anime is based on Japanese culture. That means you can’t compare it to your country because the sociocultural background is different. I will give you a few examples to back up my claims:

  1. When Sasuke is about to leave Konoha, Sakura confesses her love to him. Sasuke appears behind her, thanks her, and knocks her out. That was an implication for a rejection. It’s especially important to observe this cultural subtext since the series itself is heavily based on Japanese culture and tradition. It’s rude in Japan to refuse something directly. While non-Japanese people might not get it, Japanese people would clearly observe this subtext.
  2. Karin keeps the umbilical cord. You could interpret this as cultural subtext. A non-Japanese person wouldn’t get this, but Japanese people know that this is a traditional rite done by mothers. They clean the umbilical cord for you and put it in a special box to secure a healthy filial-maternal bond for the future. The box is called “Kotobuki Bako.” “Kotobuki” meaning the celebration of marriage, new birth, and longevity, while “Bako” means box. It is said that the custom was invented by a woman who desired a special object for preserving memories.
  3. Just about everything an Uchiha does is based on some sort of Japanese deity. Izanami no Mikoto is the wife and sister of Izanagi no Mikoto. She gave birth to the Japanese islands. Izanagi begat three children. Amaterasu, the sun goddess, from her left eye. Tsukuyomi, the moon god, from her right eye. And Susano’o, the god of storms, from her nose.

Western Countries are shaped by a heteronormative view.
It doesn’t make sense to say all of us assume instantly a person is gay because he/she acts in an intimate way with another person. Exactly the opposite is accurate. To quote myself [source], “(…) People tend to describe them as ‘friends’ for the very reason that homosexual subtext is often ignored and dismissed—precisely because people assume knowingly or unknowingly heteronormativity is the norm. Moments, some fans would observe as romantic if one of them was a girl, are completely rejected—or simply derided. (…)”

I would like to point out—again—that I wrote an essay about this [link]. The explanation is right there. Besides, it’s suspicious that you resort to sophistical tactics to undermine my authority. You indirectly accuse me of being influenced by my environment; therefore, nobody should take me seriously because I’m not able to draw an objective conclusion. Are such statements really necessary? Or do they only serve the purpose to put me in a bad light? :-)

→ They never held hands. 
Naruto and Sasuke didn’t touch each other in suggestive ways, and they never held hands. I rely on the fact that they acted in a way that has a romantic connotation. Quoting  @blue-analytic [source], “(…) The moment when Naruto said to Sasuke ‘If you attack the Hidden Leaf, I’ll have no choice; I will fight you, don’t doubt that… Until that day, save your hatred. Then you can throw all of it right at me. I’m the only one who can handle all that hate! Do you understand? I’m the only one who can fulfill that duty, so I’ll bear the burden of your hatred, and I’ll die with you! Because you’re my friend!’, strengthened again how important Sasuke was to Naruto. The moment stressed their bond. Thus fulfilling the definition above. So we have clearly homosexual subtext. Now, let me quote this:

‘Also, when Naruto said he wanted to die with Sasuke, people tend to forget that what he meant by that was that if he couldn’t convince and come to an understanding with Sasuke while alive, he would still try in death, where no label and no heritage would be in the way. No more Uchiha or Jinchuuriki. Just Naruto and Sasuke.

Now… Do you know what Juliet said to Romeo? She told him to forsake his name. In this case, their family/blood was coming in the way of their love. Naruto pulled something straight out of one of the greatest love story of all time.’

And if these examples are not enough, then let me show you the following link that lists all homosexual subtext between Naruto and Sasuke in the manga and in the anime: (…)”

Quoting myself, “(…) I would like to point out—again—that I wrote an essay about this [link]. The explanation is right there in the beginning. (…)”

→ I live in a country where various cultures meet. 
Two adults would most likely shake their hands in a friendly way; however, the younger generation tends to greet each other in a different way. A quick kiss on the right and left cheek is the norm, and it doesn’t matter if you’re male or female. Nobody calls you gay for it, mind yourself with your accusations.

→ The fallacy of composition. 
And lastly, stop using logical fallacies to manipulate our conversation. The fallacy of composition arises when a conclusion is drawn about a whole based on the features of its constituents. For instance: “Atoms are colourless. This rose is made of atoms. That concludes the rose is colourless.” Even if the premise of the statement refers to the whole element of an entirety, the conclusion is often false.

Well, you tried.


This will be our year (took a long time to come)


A/N: A tiny little new years well-wishing from me to all of you, as you were definitely good parts of my 2016


Some canonish New Years fluff



She has absolutely no idea where she is.

Well, at least she is fairly certain that she’s still in Storybrooke, with a winter chill prickling at her ears and her nose. Emma thinks she lost her sense of direction about five minutes after they left the festive hubbub of the main street; all familiar sounds faded save for the scuff of Killian’s shoes and the tread of hers after his. And up she’d stumbled a few minutes after that, through a creaky sounding door, up a creakier set of stairs, round one corner, round a few more —

With Killian’s hand tugging firmly on hers —

And an old scarf of his tied to shield her eyes.

“Seriously, is this necessary?” Emma’s voice is much louder than she was expecting, carrying far and wide, bouncing off the walls of what sounds like a cluttered warehouse and wondering if she should be worried about trespassing.

Her nose is cold, but her fingers are colder and she can picture the exact chair she left her gloves on at Granny’s when an eager Killian, grinning from one pointy ear to the other, had pulled her up, and out, and away. And though she gripes, though she still keeps tripping over things after he’s warned her to beware of her step, it doesn’t even occur to her to cheat his charade, to peek through the blindfold. She doesn’t scratch at her nose, doesn’t attempt to fiddle with the cloth to make a peephole.

But she does decide, as they barge through another door, a blast of cold air hitting her face, that she needs two hands to hold onto his one. If only to feel the warmth of him against her tingling fingers.

(If only, and very simply, to hold his hand.)

“It’s a surprise, love.”

“Not really all that fond of surprises.”

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Bang Bang Tells the Stories Behind His Favorite Celebrity Tattoos

Bang Bang and Rihanna (Photo: Instagram)

If you don’t recognize Bang Bang by name, you’re most certainly familiar with his work. These days you can’t swing a hair extension on a red carpet without hitting one of Bang Bang’s tattoos. Bang Bang — who gets his name from the gun tattoos on either side of his neck — has inked everyone from Rihanna to Katy Perry to LeBron James. In celebration of the release of his book, Bang Bang: My Life in Ink, Yahoo Celebrity sat down with the tattoo artist to the stars to get the backstories behind some of the world’s most famous tattoos.


Bang Bang and Adele (Facebook)

In June 2013, just after the birth of her son, Adele got three tattoos from Bang Bang: her son’s name “Angelo” on her right hand, “paradise” on her left, and a third on her ring finger.

“She got the number five on the inside of one of her fingers, and I’m not sure if pop culture has picked up on that one yet. She got three that day,” reveals Bang Bang. “When we did the tattoo we only photographed ‘paradise’ because nobody knew her son’s name yet, so that was just a cool day. She also tattooed me that day. I tattoo a ton of amazing, talented people, but not often do I tattoo someone you can say makes timeless art. Obviously, I tattoo so many pop icons and they’re making music for now and they’re great at it — of course, I’m not knocking anybody — but Adele… I just felt like, Oh my gosh I’m tattooing, like, the modern-day Frank Sinatra. It was really cool.

Adele tattoos “21″ on Bang Bang’s left leg. (Photo: Courtesy Bang Bang)

“[I got] an email from her record label, ‘Adele’s interested in being tattooed.’ So when we got the call, I think I tattooed her the next day. … She knew each tattoo that she wanted, but there was a process in picking font, style, how delicate we’re going to make it, how big, how dark, stuff like that. So we sat at the computer and did all that stuff together.”


Rihanna’s hand tattoo was inspired by henna. (Photo: Getty Images)

Bang Bang has been tattooing Rihanna for more than a decade, ever since she wandered into Whatever Tattoo, where he was working at the time. Two years ago, Rihanna flew him to the Dominican Republic to cover up a traditional Maori tattoo she’d gotten on her hand that she wasn’t thrilled with.

“The challenge in that was it [was] a cover-up. She had that Maori tribal and it didn’t work very well for her. It didn’t look great, it wasn’t complimenting of her shape, it wasn’t … it just wasn’t all the things that I try to design tattoos for and that’s to decorate somebody’s body, not to overwhelm it. To compliment their shape, their beauty, and to be perfect,” Bang Bang explains. “She had her hand completely tattooed, every single finger, every knuckle, top of her hand, top of her wrist; it was completely tattooed. So how do I cover just a portion of this [tattoo] and save some of the things that are good about it, and leave some skin gaps, and find balance in it, and make it feel like a piece of jewelry on her, give it unique shape? How do I cover the knuckles without covering her whole hand or her whole finger? So it was challenging.

“I drew on her for hours and hours and, I mean, in the end she was falling asleep while I’m drawing on her. She wakes up, we’re looking at it, wasn’t really there, wash it off, keep going, you know. And then we did it, and then it wasn’t enough. She wanted to go [on her wrist] too and so we jumped up, we left a gap and worked on her wrist and later we did a piece on the inside. It kind of grew off the part that bothered her the most and that was her knuckles.

Before and after (Photo: Instagram)

“Not that it took a long time to tattoo, probably only two hours or so because it’s just lines, but designing it around a preexisting, nonsymmetrical attempt at symmetry was tough. Once it was drawn on there several times, I was confident.

“She told me the original one she got on her hand was so incredibly painful, that the one I did on her didn’t feel like anything. She was just made out of stone after getting that thing tapped in her hand with bone. She said it was like death so what I did to her, she was like, ‘This is easy.’ She’s a thug.”

Justin Bieber

Bang Bang tattoos Justin Bieber on his private jet. (Photo: Instagram)

More than a couple of Justin Bieber’s tattoos are Bang Bang originals; the two have a relationship that he describes as like brothers. For Bang Bang, the most memorable tattoo he did on Bieber wasn’t necessarily the most artistic, but the location makes it one hell of a memory.

“Just the experience of tattooing him on an airplane was my favorite. I did the ‘forgive’ tattoo on him, it’s my favorite from an experience standpoint. From a visual standpoint, doing a pair of roses on him was really cool and I love doing things in a realistic style so that was fun,” Bang Bang says. “He’s such a clown, he’s so fun to be around, it’s always a good time. Early in his career he got quite a bad rep, but when I met him I didn’t have any bad experiences with him. He kind of seems like your little brother you want to beat up all the time because he’s so incredibly talented and funny and cool. He’s just a really cool kid. Tattooing him on an airplane though was … it was always a dream for me to tattoo on an airplane so being able to do that was special. I can’t wait to tattoo in space.”

Justin Bieber shows off his “forgive” and Tupac Cross, both by Bang Bang. (Photo: Courtesy Bang Bang)

Bang Bang did Bieber’s “forgive” tattoo on the same trip to Panama where he tattooed the cross on Bieber’s chest.

“The cross that Bieber has on his chest is actually the same formatted cross that Tupac had on his back. Literally, tattoo artists call it the Tupac Cross, because it became famous from Tupac having it. I have the same tattoo on my leg. It’s a really, really classic cross, but the difference that I did with it is it’s cracked into pieces if you look at it. And the reason that I did that is because I didn’t think he would sit very well, so instead of doing long, straight, parallel lines, I broke them up on purpose. And I also cut the ink with water so that it’s not so dominant. You can look at it in a photo of him with his shirt off, the tattoos on his arms are much darker than his chest and that’s on purpose. I don’t want to steal from his image, his face; I don’t want it too aggressive, you know? So I make little decisions like that for people, sometimes with them, sometimes without them.”

Cara Delevingne

Cara Delevingne’s lion tattoo. (Photo: Instagram)

“Cara Delevingne’s lion tattoo on her finger … she had originally asked me to tattoo the word ‘lion’ down her finger and I was just like, ‘Well, why?’” recalls Bang Bang. “And she’s like, ‘Well, I’m a Leo and I want something for my zodiac.’ And I was like, ‘How about we do something like this, we put an image of a lion on you.’ And now, keep in mind, I didn’t know who she was when I met her or who she was when I made this recommendation, I just knew what’s going to look great so I’m the same for every person. [Now] that’s probably the most iconic tattoo in the history of tattooing. I’ve never seen a tattoo in a Tag Heuer ad, I’ve never seen a tattoo on the side of Harrods in England, or a Burberry advertisement. You see her on the cover of magazines and she’s showing her tattoo!

Cara Delevingne’s Tag Heuer ad. (Instagram)

“In the Tag Heuer ad she’s not wearing a watch, she’s just holding up her tattoo. She’s selling watches and she doesn’t have a f***ing watch on her wrist! It’s pretty amazing to think about it, here’s this incredibly famous model and this tattoo is … I think it’s more iconic than any tattoo I could ever name on any person ever and that’s hard to believe that that happened, but I’m grateful. … That was just in Rihanna’s hotel room.”

Selena Gomez

Selena Gomez and Bang Bang (Instagram)

“[Selena] is so genuine and kind and sweet, and she is just awesome. I’m such a fan of her as a person,” praises Bang Bang. “Her tattoos are all really delicate and beautiful and I think my favorite is probably — I did some writing, not on her rib cage but just [below her shoulder blade]. … The funny part about that is: I didn’t have a store at the time so she came to my house in Brooklyn and, like, brought beer and here’s Selena Gomez walking down my hallway to come and drink beer in my s*****y little apartment and get tattooed.

Selena Gomez’s ‘love yourself first’ tattoo. (Getty Images)

“It says ‘love yourself first’ and so, I don’t really know pop culture a lot, so I didn’t actually ask why ‘love yourself first,’ but from that you can draw any meaning you want. The world adores her; I know from my own experience what that would mean to me is, like, focus on yourself and who you look at in the mirror and how do you feel about that person in the mirror.

“I have all these celebrities do these kisses on paper for me, they kiss a piece of paper and sign it and I frame them. And she did a test one on my mirror and my mirror had this kiss with this dirty halo around it because I just never cleaned the kiss off my mirror. I cleaned my whole mirror but not that chunk. That lasted until I moved out and even after I moved out, the person who moved in I’m sure cleaned it right off and had no idea they just wiped Selena Gomez’s kiss right off a mirror.”

LeBron James

LeBron James and Bang Bang (Instagram)

“I grew up and basketball was everything I did every day. I loved to play basketball and I still do play basketball five times a week. Michael Jordan was my hero, I can’t even express… it’s ineffable how much of a hero. So just meeting this generation’s greatest athlete and tattooing him and just clicking with him and being cool and, you know, clowning around and goofing, laughing, that’s just an experience I’ll never forget,” says Bang Bang. “Sitting down and eating dinner with him and his kids, you know what I mean? My kids and my grandkids will have that ball that says, ‘To Bang Bang, the greatest, LeBron James.’ And LeBron James calling me the greatest … get the f*** out of here!

Bang Bang tattoos LeBron James. (Photo: Courtesy Bang Bang)

“I met him after a game, said, ‘What’s up?’ and he says to me, ‘Man, those hands are magic.’ And I said, ‘Bro, that feeling is mutual.’ I tattooed a portrait of his daughter and nobody had even seen what she looked like. His mom told me, ‘LeBron is the greatest at what he does and you’re the greatest at what you do.’ I was like, man, I’ll never forget that, that’s a really special thing. I don’t think a lot about my career and these experiences that I’ve had, but the moments I do I’m really appreciative of them, and those are the ones I hold dear.”

This interview has been edited and condensed.

a/n: oh look canonverse!

kiss the girl goodbye

They move back to Arkadia because it makes the most sense.

It feels weird, moving back into her room, since she only really stayed here for a few days before Mount Weather. She runs her fingers across the drawings on the walls, the ones she did in the middle of the night while everyone else slept but her mind wouldn’t turn off. Rolling hills and starry skies, oceans she had only ever seen in books or her dreams.

There’s a knock on her door barely fifteen minutes after they get back and she knows who it is before they even speak.

“Come in,” she calls instead of getting out of bed because she’s exhausted and she knows Bellamy will understand.

Sure enough it’s him that pushes through the door, his hair too long and falling over his eyes as he closes it quietly behind him.

“How are you doing?” He stands awkwardly in front of her door, his arms crossed over his chest, and Clarke chuckles and pats the bed next to her feet. She can practically see the wheels in his mind turning before he rolls his eyes at himself a little and comes over to sit on her bed.

“I’m okay,” she says after a minute. “Feels sort of bizarre being back here, doesn’t it?”

Bellamy doesn’t look at her when he says, “I was here for months, remember?” He must notice her cringing because he looks at her with apologetic eyes. “That’s not what I meant…”

“No, its okay,” she says. “You’re right. I’m the odd man out here.”

“Clarke,” he starts but then he pauses like he’s changing his mind on what to say. “It’s going to get better.”

She nods and pulls her feet up so she can rest her chin on her knees. “I know. What about you? How are you?”

Octavia came back with them but Clarke knows that she hasn’t spoken to Bellamy since Polis. Clarke also knows that it’s probably killing him.

“I don’t know what to do about O,” he admits, his eyes a little glassy as he stares at the wall. “She’s like an entirely different person.”

Clarke reaches over and puts her hand on his where it’s sitting between them on the bed. “We’ll figure it out.”

Bellamy doesn’t say anything, just brushes his thumb against the underside of her wrist in a silent thank you that Clarke knows he’s probably too shy to say out loud.

He’s there when she falls asleep but when she wakes up a few hours later he’s gone and the throw blanket from the end of the bed is covering her.

It smells like him a little, warm and spicy and comforting, so she wraps herself up tighter and falls back asleep.

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#96 + Kabby!!

I brought you an umbrella. 

Abby is the most intelligent, most talented, and cleverest person he’s ever met who somehow can’t quite understand the concept of weather. 

It’s something new to get used to, he understands. Their time on the Ark was a climate controlled environment, a sameness which meant that you could wear basically the same thing every day, from birth until death. Still, even after months on the ground and the obvious changes in temperature, he still feels like he spends half the winter reminding her to button up her jacket or fishing her forgotten gloves out from his back pocket. 

He doesn’t mind, really; he always makes it a point to reach out and grab her frigid hand in his and rub the warmth back into them briefly, tsking at her thoughtlessness before slipping her gloves over them. Sometimes her hands are too clumsy or too cold to button up the jacket on her own, which gives him the excuse to step in close and do it for her. 

Part of him wonders if she doesn’t do it on purpose - some hidden desire of closeness and intimacy coloring her usually sharp memory. He mostly tries to shake off that conspiratorial part of his brain, consigning it to his own deep desires. (Still, he doesn’t think he imagines the flush to her cheeks or the deeply satisfied smile on her face any time that it happens.)

Once the weather clears and signs of Spring begin to pop up through the quickly thawing ground, he becomes aware of another bit of weather that Abby seems intent on ignoring: rain. 

He and Abby are sitting outside one cool Spring night, enjoying the setting sun as they eat their dinner, when droplets of water begin to fall gently from the sky. It’s soft - a sprinkle, really, rather than a downpour - but he can tell that they’ll be damp from it before long. He picks up his food and turns to head inside, is almost halfway to the door when he turns back and realizes that Abby is still sitting at the table. He furrows his brow as she smiles up at him, tilting her head back and closing her eyes against the softly falling rain. The crystalline droplets cling to her eyelashes and slowly wind their way down to the ends of her hair in a way that he can only describe as entrancing. 

He watches her for as long as he can without it being too obvious that he’s staring before he clears his throat and rests a hand on her shoulder. 

“We should head inside before it starts coming down heavier. Don’t want to get sick just as the weather’s warming up.” 

She sighs and nods, briefly rests her head against his hand as she begins to speak. 

“There’s something relaxing about it, you know? The smell of the rain. The sound of it out here.” She smiles and stands up, close enough that her shoulder brushes up against his. “It just doesn’t sound the same once we’re inside.” 

He smiles back at her and nods, walks quietly back into the halls of Arkadia as he thinks about what she’s just said. 

A week later, he sees her sitting outside at a table just as he’s returning from a trading post. From the look of the sky, he’s just barely beaten a rainstorm that’s sure to hit their makeshift town at any moment. 

He’s proven right just as he gets to the table she’s sitting at and tiny raindrops begin to fall from the sky. They’re small, but falling quickly; he can tell that their clothes will be soaked through in a matter of minutes if they stay out here. 

Abby, of course, has made no movement to get up despite this. Instead, she leans back with her eyes closed and a calm look on her face, taking in the sound of the rain. 

He smiles as he walks up to her and in one smooth moment, takes the item from his backpack and spreads it out above her. 

She opens her eyes and blinks up at him when she feels the rain stop abruptly, tilts her head at the contraption above her. 

He widens his smile and steps closer to her. 

“I know you like being out here when it rains, but I also like you like not being sick, so,” he pauses as he shifts his hand slightly above her, “I brought you an umbrella.” 

She looks between him and the umbrella and laughs, a tinkling sound that mixes with the steady sound of the rain overhead. 

“Thank you, Marcus,” she says softly, then furrows her brow thoughtfully. “Just one thing.” 

He raises his eyebrow at her. 

She smiles and stands, moves closer to him and grabs the hand that’s holding the umbrella over her and positioning it so that it easily covers them both. She hesitates for a brief moment before wrapping her arm around his waist and drawing herself next to him. 

It’s an awkward position for him - his arm holding the umbrella acting as a bar between them. He shifts the umbrella to his other hand and steps in closer to her, draping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her flush with him. 

He hears her sigh contentedly before she drops her head to rest it on his shoulder. 

He smiles and squeezes her arm. 


He feels her smile against him as she nods. 


Scream Theories

Ok, so I have a few theories on who the killer is on this second season of MTV’s Scream. I have 3 suspects and a few reasons why I think they might be the killer or involved with the killings somehow. I was just thinking about this and decided to write it down, so I might not have as many evidence as I would like to, but it’s enough to make me wanna put it out there. Mind you this is just me trying to piece things together and, mostly, just having fun with the plot elements we were given this season. I’m not saying I know everything and I’m 100% right. So here it goes:

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A little bit of post-finale CS angst for gusenitsaa, because she totally asked for it, and if she tells you otherwise, she’s lying.  Also includes some Captain Charming, because it’s Friday, and on Fridays we BroTP.

He would give himself one night.

               He knew that he probably wouldn’t be keeping the dagger for long – didn’t really want to keep the dagger, only clutching to it still because it was the only physical proof he had that Emma was okay.  As long as he could see her name on that dagger, it meant she was alive.

               And it taunted him – 200 years, and here you hold the key to the Dark One’s death… and it’s Emma.

               So he sat in her chair in the tiny Sheriff’s office, curled in on himself and the dagger, hating it with every inhale, thanking it for proof that Emma lived with every exhale, and swigging rum from his flask in between.

               He didn’t want to be here, drinking himself into a stupor and staring at the damn magic box Emma used for filing and research. Killian had never been one for wallowing, not if there was an action to be taken, and right now Emma needed to be found.  But Regina had declared that nothing could be done tonight, not when they were all exhausted and still recovering from their adventures in the alternate story.  So she had taken Robin and Henry off with her, and the Charmings had headed back to the apartment and their son, Dave giving Killian an offer of companionship that he had turned down.

               He didn’t want to look into Snow White’s eyes and see her daughter reflecting back.  He didn’t want to talk to Dave and think that his damnable courage was just like Swan’s, making them both recklessly foolish.

               Why did you have to be so recklessly foolish?

               The thought is a bitter one, the thought of the jaded Captain Hook, not the Killian Jones he’s been slowly regaining with Emma’s influence.  He pushed it away, but it’s not a thought that wants to go away easily, so instead he broods.  Because he is angry.  He knows that it’s Emma’s way, to sacrifice herself for the entire world… but could part of her not have thought of him?  He hates himself for even thinking such a selfish thought, but there it is.

               He has lost a woman he loved before.  Lost her and lost himself with her.  It took two hundred years and meeting Emma Swan for him to recover, and Killian isn’t foolish enough to believe that he has another two hundred years to recover from this.

               Or that there is another Emma Swan to save him again.

               He takes another swig from the flask, but his depth perception has gone skewed, and he curses when rum sloshes onto the collar of his leather jacket.  He closes the flask and growls under his breath as he reaches for the filing cabinet, searching for something to wipe the alcohol away.

               His hand hits cloth, but when he sees what it is he’s found, he freezes.

               The scarf from the beanstalk.

               He can vaguely remember seeing it in here before, when he retrieved his hook, but at the time he had been caught up in thoughts of revenge, and had been very determined to not think about Emma Swan.  Now he lets the scarf unroll, and runs it between his fingers.  Though she would deny it, his Swan is the sentimental type; her box of girlhood memories is proof of that.  

               This scarf… she wouldn’t have kept it, not without a purpose.  It’s a reminder to him now, that even at his darkest and most villainous, that she had been there and seen something, something that meant she gave him a chance, even if it hadn’t been easy.

               Later, he’ll blame it on the rum, but at the moment it seems a perfectly reasonable thing, to lift the cloth and wind it about his neck.  It doesn’t fit at all with his modern wear, but just having it around his neck, it makes him feel more settled than he has since I love you, and then she was gone.  He closes his eyes for a moment and clutches the cloth, uses it to center himself.

               He hears the thunk of the prince’s walk, his gait recognizable to Hook after so much time spent together.  He opens his eyes in time to see Dave walk into the office.

               “I know you said you wanted some time alone… but we were worried,” he says, taking a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair across the desk.

               “Your wife needs you more than I, mate,” Killian replies, though he’ll admit that he’s a bit touched, that the prince would seek him out.

               “Ruby is with her,” Dave replies, leaning back with crossed arms.  “She was the one that told me to come.  I think my worrying was driving her insane.”

               “We’re all worried,” Killian replies, and for a second he’s back on the street, Emma pressing their foreheads together – I love you – and she’s disappearing again.  

               “Hey,” Dave’s voice breaks through his musings, drawing his gaze back.  “You okay?”

               “No,” Killian replies honestly, too exhausted to try giving one of his usual charming remarks.  And Dave would see through it now, when Killian is still so raw from everything that’s happened.  “I’m not sure that I will be until we’ve found her.”

               They lapse into silence, Killian staring at the flask in his hand, Dave staring at Killian.  Finally, the pirate gets to his feet.

               “Is your offer for company still on the table? I’ll not take you from your wife any longer… but I think I would…”

               He trails off, not quite sure how to say that he’d like to feel as though he’s closer to Emma, even if it means simply being in the place she calls home.  But Dave doesn’t need the words.  He gives a short nod and gets to his feet.

               “Of course.  Mary Margaret will feel better anyway, if she knows where we all are. It’s…”

               It’s Dave’s turn to trial off, but Killian nods his understanding.  Snow White has lost her daughter again and again, and it’s beginning to wear even on her generous spirit.  No more explanations are needed, and the two men head for the exit, shoulder to shoulder.

               “Interesting accessory,” Dave says, nodding at Killian scarf, and his hand comes up to clutch it again, this reminder that there’s always been something between pirate and Swan, even when said something should have been impossible.

               “I think it suits me.”

               It’s a sad attempt at a comeback, and the smile Killian gives is strained and just as sad… but it makes Dave chuckle and pat his shoulder.

               “Whatever you say, Pirate.”

               They exit the station and head for Dave’s truck. The prince pauses at the front, and Killian looks at him with raised brows.

               “We’ll find her, you know,” he says at last.  “Finding each other… it’s what our family does.”

               Our family, and Killian doesn’t know when he became family, but the world doesn’t seem as bleak with those words.  A reminder that while he loves Emma, he’s not the only one.  This won’t be another 200 year quest for vengeance spent alone because no one else cared.

               Emma has an entire family that loves her.

               Killian has a family, for the first time since Liam.

               And Dave is right.  They will find her.

               They will always find her.

The Persistent Litter Bug

The first CS fic prompt that lyriumrebel and I got finished for our fic weekend bonanza. Thanks to because-you-want-me for sending it! jscoutfinch also requested this one. I hope you enjoy it! (It may be very loosely inspired by one scene in Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

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It’s the fifth time she’s been taken to the sheriff station for littering, of all things, and she still hasn’t managed to catch Sheriff Graham’s attention. Instead, she’s been sent to the same deputy, the one who seems permanently stuck doing paperwork, and once again, he’s just inhaled the pins he keeps in a mug beside him instead of drinking his coffee.

At least this time, he doesn’t need her to perform the Heimlich maneuver.

He coughs and splutters and then tries to act cool, as though he intended to perform such a stunt, which Emma has to admit she finds slightly endearing.

“Another littering fine, lass?” He asks, tapping out her name and details without even asking for them because apparently five trips to the station is enough for him to remember the answers she’s given each time. “I might start to think you’re trying to get my attention.”

“Sorry but no.” Emma tells him with an apologetic shrug, knocking his hand away as he reaches for the wrong mug yet again. “And you need to figure out a new storage system, because this is just going to end with you dying.”

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you can’t get friendly (with a crocodile)

2nd snippet in the you’ve got mail au (the 1st is here). + Part 3

She goes into the shop thoughtlessly, being dragged forward by the impetuous hands of a wilful three-year-old. It is Saturday and Regina has fearlessly accepted the mission of taking her sister’s kid, as well as her own son, for a day out. 

The store is on their way back home, it’s story time, and it’s the only place of its kind in close vicinity (not for long), so.

In retrospect, Regina will think that it was a careless mistake.

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